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A Prince in Lion's Clothing	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 36570 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Harry nodded. “I think it’s ready.”

Severus drew his wand. “Let me be the judge of that.” He slipped into Harry’s mind and viewed the memory.

It was almost perfect, just needed a little more detail and a few modifications to the ritual. The ending was a little rushed, but it showed Harry getting free and racing back to the cup where Viktor was. It would hold up to scrutiny, just barely.

“Very good.” He murmured once he pulled out. “I only needed to help with that thrice. You’ve done a very good job.”

“Think I’m ready for tomorrow?” Harry asked.

“Yes.” Severus said. “It will do.”

Harry smiled. “Good.”

“Make sure you hold that in your head instead of what really happens. Don’t muddy the waters at all.” Severus warned.

Harry shook his head. “I won’t.” He promised.

“Good.” Severus handed him a potion. “Sweet dreams. Take it and you won’t have nightmares about Tom’s false memory face. I know it’s hard to look at.”

Harry took the potion with a smile. “Thanks. See you tomorrow.”

“Be ready. The task starts just after dinner.”

Harry nodded. “I’ll be ready.” He said.

“Good luck.” Severus said.

Harry went back to Gryffindor Tower, thanked all the students that called out “Good luck" and “We're rooting for you,” and went to bed.

*****

Harry had faced an acromantula, a spell that flipped him upside-down, a boggart and a skrewt before he found Viktor.

“Thank God I found you! Listen, the cup is a Portkey.” He told the other teen. “We need to get there first and touch it together. It will take us to Voldemort. He wants to offer you a place in the Death Eaters.” Harry explained.

Viktor frowned. “How do you know that?” He asked.

“I don’t really have time to explain, I just do. Trust me.” Harry said.

Viktor nodded. “I do. But von’t he kill you?”

Harry shook his head. “No. I’m his consort.”

“You are dating Lord Gryffindor.” Viktor said as they continued down a path.

“He's really Voldemort in disguise. Fools even Dumbledore.” Harry said, amused.

Viktor nodded. “I see.”

They came to a sphinx. She was beautiful, with the body of a lion and the torso and head of a human. “The closest way to your goal is past me.” She said. “I will let you pass if you correctly answer a riddle. Answer wrong, and I attack.” She said.

Viktor nodded. “I can solve it.”

The sphinx smiled, and recited, “Rich men need it. Poor men have it. If you eat it, you die. What is it?”

Viktor thought for a while, then answered, “Nothing.”

The sphinx smiled and stepped aside.

Harry grinned and followed him past.

They went down two more paths before coming to the cup. They walked up to it and each grabbed hold.

They whirled and twirled and swirled through the air, finally landing—in Harry’s case, hard—in the graveyard where Tom had had his resurrection, so many months ago.

Tom was there, not in his glamour, and Harry smiled. “Hi.”

Tom sneered at him. “Graceful, darling.” He drawled.

Harry scowled. “I don’t like Portkeys.” He groused.

Tom smiled at him. “And they obviously don’t like you, either.” He said, deeply amused.

Harry made a rude gesture.

“Later.” Tom assured him. “Viktor Krum.” He said, turning his attention to the older teen. “Your girlfriend is one of my consort’s followers. I offer you a choice—you can be one of mine, or remain neutral and I will advise my followers not to harm you. They may not listen.” He warned.

Viktor stiffened. “Vhat do I do to become one of yours?” He asked.

Tom smiled. “I will find a Muggle who has harmed a Wizard or Witch, and you will cast all three Unforgivables Curses on them in front of me—and my followers, if you opt for a public initiation.” He said.

Viktor thought for a moment. “Very vell. I vill become your follower.” He said.

Tom smiled. “Good. Now, Harrison, you have the memory prepared?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “I need a cut on my arm.”

“Yes, I know.” Tom drew out a dagger and cut a small slice in Harry's arm. “That should work. They don’t know when you left, so you can go back now, it will be fine.” He said. “We will just pretend you got here much earlier, that’s all.” He turned to Viktor. “I will stun you, to avoid unwanted questions. Harry will take you back.”

Viktor nodded.

Tom stunned him, and Harry grabbed Viktor's arm. “Bye, then.”

Tom kissed him. “Be well, Harrison. I will see you in a few days.”

Harry smiled widely, then schooled his features into a look of horror, and grabbed the cup again, disappearing in a rush of colours.

Tom chuckled. His little actor.

*****

Harry and Viktor landed on the lawn of Hogwarts, outside the maze.

Dumbledore came over and Harry told him. “Voldemort's back! He used my blood and came back!”

Dumbledore frowned. “Are you sure?”

“Yes! I'll drop my Occlumency shields and let you see the memory!” He offered, holding the fake memory front and centre.

Dumbledore watched it, Harry seeing flashes of it—the cauldron, the cut, Voldemort coming out and Harry getting free as he called the Death Eaters to him—and drew back out of his mind, since Harry had not let him in any further. “That is troubling. Come on, let's get you to Madame Pomfrey.” He said.

“Viktor’s been stunned, he just needs to be revived. He didn’t see anything.” Harry explained.

“I see. Severus, can you revive him?” He asked.

Severus shook his head. “Minerva already did. I’m staying with my son.”

“Very well.” Dumbledore said.

They headed up to the Hospital Wing and Poppy had Harry in his usual bed almost immediately as Dumbledore left to inform Fudge of what had happened.

“He's perfectly fine, Severus, but I want him to stay overnight.” Poppy was saying.

“The hell he is! He just saw the Dark Lord return—" Severus shouted.

“And has a history of night terrors!” Poppy shouted back.

“Which is why he will be staying in my rooms tonight!” Severus yelled even louder.

Harry winced. “If it’s all the same, I’d rather stay with Severus.” He said quietly, then added cheekily, “Or do I have to shout it?”

Poppy smiled at him. “No, dearie, if you want to stay with your father, that’s all right with me.” She levelled a stern glare at Severus. “He has some healer training, and he had better use it!” She added sharply.

Severus rolled his eyes. “Of course I will, you bloody woman! I am very familiar with treating trauma.” He groused.

Poppy smiled. “Then everything is fine.” She said. “You're free to go, dearie.” She said sweetly to Harry, then went into her office.

Harry turned a bemused look on Severus. “Does she hate you?” He asked.

Severus smiled. “Not at all, Harry. We get along very well. We just hadn't had our yearly shouting match yet.” He explained.

Harry gave him a searching look. “Right.” He said slowly. “Well, anyway, let's get down to your rooms. I could use some cocoa and sleep.”

Severus chuckled. “I might even allow you a splash of Firewhiskey in it to celebrate your first big lie to Dumbledore going so well.” He whispered as Harry got up.

Harry perked up at that. “Really?” He asked excitedly.

Severus hummed. “A small one, but yes.”

“Great!”

*****

Fudge appeared at breakfast the next morning to congratulate Harry and Viktor on their joint victory and award them with their one thousand galleons of prize money.

“You take it.” Viktor told Harry once Fudge had left.

Harry frowned. “I don’t need it.” He said.

“Neither do I.” Viktor told him. “Quidditch pays very well. I only entered in the hopes that I could get chosen and not have to take N.E.W.T.s.”

“Really?” Harry asked. “Just to avoid the tests?”

Viktor gave Harry a flat look. “Harry, how many N.E.W.T.s do you need to play professional Quidditch?”

Harry thought for a second. “Um... Zero?”

“Exactly.” Viktor confirmed. “Vhy take the tests if I do not need them?”

Harry grinned. “You have a point. And I do have someone I can give this to.” He shrank the trunk of galleons. “Thanks.”

“No problem.” Viktor said before slouching off to the Slytherin table.

Harry sat down and handed the shrunken trunk to George. “Happy late birthday. Get yourself a shop already.”

Fred’s eyes widened. “Harry, are you sure?” He asked.

Harry grinned. “Think of it as an investment. I want 1% of all profits deposited in the Potter vault monthly.”

George grinned back. “We'll give you 10%!” He told Harry.

Harry shrugged. “If you really want to.”

Fred smiled widely. “We have a silent partner!” He cheered, rounding his brother and hugging Harry.

Harry laughed. “Yeah, yeah, love you guys. Make me proud.” He said.

“We will.” George vowed.

*****

Breakfast passed without further incident and soon they were on the train, headed home.

There were plans made to meet up, promises to see each other at any meetings that summer, and extra plans put in place for everyone to spend the night at Harry's for his birthday party, which Severus had told him in no uncertain terms he was definitely going to have, at least this year.

Harry smiled. “Keep in mind who my father is. It’ll probably be some stuffy, boring affair that'll kill us all slowly.” He warned.

Fred smiled. “That’s why you need us there!” He said. “We'll make it lively!”

“You'll get yourselves killed, is what you’ll do.” Harry corrected. “If he doesn’t kill me first for being your friend.” He added thoughtfully.

“Well, at least we'll all die together.” George said cheerfully.

“Happy birthday to me.” Harry muttered.

When the train finally reached the station, they all disembarked together. Fred, George and Draco headed over to Cissa and Lucius and Harry headed over to Severus, bidding goodbye to Neville and Luna and Hermione as they split off toward their guardians.

“See you in July!” Luna called, waving cheerfully.

“See you!” Harry returned.

“Ready to take that blasted glamour off for good?” Severus asked.

Harry laughed. “Am I ever!” He eagerly grabbed onto Severus' arm. “Let's go home.”

End Part One

Story continues in Part Two: The Slytherin Prince.
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