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The Slytherin Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 33970 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Fred freed the dangling ex-Headmaster from the Hoverboots, and he fell to the ground, groaning in pain. “Oops! Not sorry, that sounded painful!” He said cheerfully, then grabbed his brother’s hand and shot Harry a smile as they took their usual spots in front of him. “Done!”

Harry turned to Tom. “Your show now, love. Go have your fun.” He said, nudging his consort forward.

Tom chuckled and moved forward. “You seem to be in pain.” He commented lightly, coming to a stop in front of Dumbledore, who was sitting, his legs at awkward angles beneath him.

Dumbledore spat on him, hitting him in the chest.

Tom eyed the spittle with disdain. “Charming.” He drawled, then spelled it off his robes, turned the spittle to acid, and sent it flying at Dumbledore to land in his eye.

Dumbledore howled in pain.

“Well, you started it.” Tom told him indignantly. “Can we be a little more grown-up now? Yes? Wonderful.” He began pacing in front of Dumbledore. “As I was saying, you seem to be in pain. Now, you do deserve every bit of it, so I am in absolutely no mood to alleviate said pain. What I do want to know is: where does it hurt the most?”

Dumbledore stayed silent and glared at him.

“Oh, good, you’re going to do this the hard way! I was hoping that would be your choice.” He grinned. “Now, does it hurt here?” He shot a quick spell at Dumbledore’s neck, and the man gasped as a welt formed.

Stinging hexes, then, Harry realised.

“Not too bad, there. How about here?” Tom fired a hex at his shoulder, and got a bitten-off yelp for his trouble.

“Ahh, that sounded quite painful. It would seem your joints are under more strain right now. Shall we find the most painful one?” Tom asked, then began systematically hexing each joint, until he got to the ankles, which earned him screams of agony. “Ahh. Fred, George, good job. I do believe your boots have made a lasting impression.” He said, impressed.

The twins smiled and bowed.

“Now, how can I help?” Tom tapped his chin in thought, then grinned. “Ah, perhaps this: Imperio.” He cast the spell and Dumbledore stood quickly before he began fighting it, arms and legs spasming at odd intervals before he ended up losing the fight and began to do jumping jacks enthusiastically.

Harry began laughing.

Severus looked amused despite himself, and the Hopefuls were watching with varying degrees of interest.

Luna snapped her fingers, and skipped up to Tom. He kept Dumbledore jumping as he listened to her whispering in his ear, then he grinned.

“You are positively diabolical, Miss Lovegood. A grand idea!” He said happily, stopping Dumbledore’s actions and conjuring a pair of roller skates, which he spelled onto Dumbledore’s feet.

Dumbledore began wobbling, waving his arms wildly and making bitten-off sounds of pain as his arms and legs moved erratically in an effort to keep him balanced. He toppled over and went down with a shout of alarm.

“Really, that was shameful. You give us a bad name.” Tom said disapprovingly. “Your balance is awful.”

Dumbledore was groaning and rubbing at his shoulder.

“Up, old man, we aren’t done yet!” Tom barked at him.

Dumbledore shakily got to his feet and began wobbling again.

Tom watched him until his legs slid out from under him—in opposite directions—and every man present winced as he did an impressive split.

Tom made a sound of disgust, Vanishing the skates. “Alright, we’re going to change tactics. Come with me. Everyone to the Entrance Hall, where the door to the dungeons is.”

Dumbledore paled as he was grabbed and hauled in that direction. “I’m not going back to the dungeons, am I?” He asked in worry.

Tom grinned. “Of course not. Just to the stairs.” He said lightly.

Dumbledore didn’t look like he was sure whether to be relieved or disheartened, so he settled for grim resignation.

When they got to the stairs, Tom gave Dumbledore a shove. “Down the stairs.” He ordered, then conjured a whip.

Dumbledore began heading down, wincing with every slow step.

Tom flicked the whip, and it fell with a crack against Dumbledore’s back. The man screamed.

“Faster.” Tom said firmly.

Dumbledore sped up. As he was nearing the bottom, Tom Apparated just at the bottom of the stairs and grinned. “Other way, now!” He said, raising the whip in threat.

Dumbledore paled and turned around, heading up the stairs.

Crack! Another scream, then, “Faster!”

Dumbledore sped up as much as he could handle, the assembled crowd watching in glee.

This continued for several minutes, until Bellatrix spoke up. “My Lord, may I have a turn?” She asked hopefully.

Tom snorted. “No, Bella, I am having way too much fun!” He whipped Dumbledore again, and the man screamed.

Harry let him have his fun for another twenty minutes before his attention started to wander. He called Luna up to him. “Any idea how much longer this will take?”

Luna hummed. “Really, he’s done enough. And I’m getting hungry.” She said softly.

“Me, too.” Harry agreed. //Tom, love!// He called out.

Tom stopped and turned around as Dumbledore reached the top of the stairs and paused to catch his breath. //What?//

//Luna and I are bored and hungry. Can we wrap this up?// Harry asked. //I wanted to spend some time with you tonight, and it’s about dinner time already.// He added.

Tom smirked. //Fine.// “I have one more surprise for you, Albus. Come out here where you can receive it properly.” He said, beckoning the man out of the stairwell.

Dumbledore came out into the entrance hall slowly, wincing with every other movement. He came to a stop in front of Tom and looked at him in resignation.

Tom waved Minerva forward and backed up a few steps. “Go ahead.” He said.

Minerva removed her mask, and Dumbledore recoiled. “No! My Dear, what did I do to drive you away?” He asked, sounding heartbroken.

Minerva’s lips thinned. “You know, Albus, you really shouldn’t leave your pensieve out where anyone can find it while it contains such damning memories. You lost me months ago, and I’m surprised I kept that fact from you for so long. I looked up to you, I counted you a friend and mentor, and I stood by you through so many of your hardest times, believing that you knew best, that everything you did was for the students, that you could do no wrong! But I am disillusioned now, Albus, and to find that you could sink so low... It makes me feel so old. With Harry at My Lord’s side, I truly believe that the senseless killings of wizards and witches will stop, and together they will lead us to an era of lasting peace. And I won’t let you or anyone else destroy what Harry is trying so hard to build with him. I am no longer your woman. I haven’t been for some time. Goodbye, Albus. Know that I will mourn the man you once were. So long ago.” She finished, then raised her wand and cast, “Avada Kedavra.” She closed her eyes in pain as the light left his eyes and he slumped forward, falling dead at her feet.

“You are allowed to mourn him.” Tom said. “Merlin knows someone has to.”

Harry bounded over and wrapped an arm around Tom's waist. //Send your minions home, love.// He pressed a kiss to his neck, then added, //Or they will see you get thoroughly snogged, and perhaps groped a little.//

Tom coughed, then announced, “The meeting is over! Everybody leave!”

The Death Eaters slowly dispersed, the Hopefuls waiting by the Floo for Harry.

Harry, on the other hand, was practically climbing his mate-to-be, winding hands into his hair and pulling his head into range for deep kisses while they both made soft sounds of enjoyment. Harry let his hands slide downward and pulled Tom flush against him, gripping his waist for stability as Tom stole his breath and made his head spin dizzily.

“Harrison, perhaps you could save the displays of affection for private? Or at least not do that with one of my previous so-called ‘Masters’ dead at your feet?” Severus asked dryly.

Harry pulled away with a sigh. “Fine. Tom, I expect to see you in five minutes for dinner. All my Hopefuls will be going home, but Draco’s family—twins included—are invited to dinner, as well. If you don’t come, I will be very upset with you.” He said sternly.

Tom chuckled. “I will be there. I need a few minutes to calm Minerva and dispose of the body—which will not take long—and I will join you then.” He promised.

They parted ways and as his Hopefuls were leaving, Severus chuckled. “I do believe Sirius has some words to share with you.”

Harry nodded. “Once everyone else has gone.” He said.

After everyone but Draco, the twins and Sirius and Remus had left, Sirius rounded on Harry.

“Harrison Severus Prince!” He snapped.

Harry winced. “Ooh, full name. He’s angry.” He muttered, and Severus cuffed him on the head. “Sorry.”

“You know better than to use that language! A foul mouth is ill-becoming of a young man of status such as yours! You are Lord of a most ancient and most noble house, act like it!” Sirius snapped.

Harry nodded. “Sorry. Next time, I’ll say it in Parseltongue.” He promised.

Sirius nodded. “That’s my boy!” He said proudly.

Severus sighed and shook his head. “I will never be able to take either of you out in public. Remus, from now on, we are exclusive.” He said.

Sirius huffed. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily! I’m carrying your child!”

“A fact I am going to regret if you continually bring it up.” Severus added.

“You’ll love this baby!” Sirius said surely.

“I’m sure I will, but the jury is still out on you.”

Sirius grinned. “I’ll grow on you!” He assured the man.

Tom came through, along with Lucius and Narcissa.

“Time for dinner, everyone. Shall we?” Narcissa said, herding them all toward the dining room.

Harry and Tom were sat beside each other, eating with one hand while the other was linked with their partner’s, enjoying the closeness they both needed after such an emotionally-charged day.
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