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The Slytherin Prince	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 33958 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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“I’ve created a golem.” Tom said proudly upon seeing Harry.

Harry frowned. “What? Why?”

“In case the Minister wants to be there when we cremate the body and scatter the ashes.” Tom said.

“Cremate… What?!”

“You look confused. Let me back up. My Plan. If it all goes well, you will bring my body back here to cremate it and scatter the ashes the next day.” Tom explained.

“Ohh.” Harry said, understanding dawning.

“Yes. If the Minister decides to invite himself along, or, Merlin forbid, a reporter or two as witnesses, we need a body to burn, as I will be back to normal by then. Hence, the golem.” Tom finished.

Harry nodded. “That makes complete sense.” He agreed.

“Does it really?” Tom checked.

“Yes. Surprisingly.”

Tom huffed.

“So where is it?” Harry asked.

“Come with me.” Tom said, and led the way to the parlour beyond the blood Wards.

The golem was hideous. It looked exactly like Tom had when he had risen from the cauldron, and Harry shuddered.

“It’s how I looked when I first came back.” Tom said, wrapping his arms around Harry.

“I know; I was there.” Harry revealed.

Tom frowned. “I didn’t see you.” He said.

“I was under my invisibility cloak at the time.” Harry explained. “I wanted to see what my blood would do for you.”

“Ah.” Tom said. “Were you pleased?”

“Not at all.” Harry admitted. “I was horrified. But you got better. And now I love you.”

Tom chuckled. “Well, I am glad for that, at least.” He kissed the side of Harry’s neck, then said, “I want to stage our fight for tomorrow.”

Harry shook his head. “Can’t. I have plans with Neville. I need at least two days’ notice.” He said.

Tom frowned. “Friday?” It was currently Tuesday.

“That will do. The twins and Draco and I are going to Molly’s tonight, anyway, to enact part one of the plan to torment her.” Harry revealed.

Tom smirked. “I wish you luck. You have the stone I gave you yesterday?”

Harry nodded. “I have it, and we are all set.” He confirmed.

“Good. Come, we will have a drink in my study.”

“Um, I really shouldn’t.” Harry said nervously.

Tom frowned. “Why not?”

Harry grinned. “Well, see, Dad doesn’t know where I am.” He chuckled. “I kind of Apparated here without permission.”

“So he could come barging in at any time, looking for you.” Tom concluded.

“Yeah.” Harry said.

Tom sighed. “We expected you to use the ability responsibly—”

“That’s a lie; you told me I could sneak out to see you while at school!” Harry reminded him.

“Aside from that.” Tom amended. “Well, let’s go down there so he can find us easier, then.” He said.

Harry snorted and they headed downstairs. They passed Mulciber on the way, and Harry nodded at the man. He glared and turned pointedly away once Tom was past him. Harry shrugged and ignored the snub.

They came into the study to find Severus already there, sitting on the couch waiting for them.

Harry grinned weakly. “Hi, Dad.”

“Home.” Severus said. “To your room until dinner.”

Harry sighed and went to kiss Tom goodbye.

“Immediately.” Severus added.

Harry pouted and went home.

Tom shook his head. “That was a bit harsh.” He said.

Severus’ eye twitched. “You will understand once you have children.” He said.

“I’m sure I will.” He agreed.

“And it is only until dinner. He will still get to leave and have his fun with his Hopefuls tonight.” Severus added.

“True.” Tom sat in the chair behind his desk. “So did you come for any other reason, or just to cut short my time with my beloved Harrison?”

“Your invitation to the wedding; you won’t be able to get in without it.”

Tom took the invitation.

“Harry will be in lavender, if you want to match him.” Severus added.

Tom winced. “I’ll be there, but not in lavender.” He said.

Severus smirked. “I thought as much.” He said in amusement.

“I’ll see you later.”

“Possibly sooner; Harrison is not likely to stay away for long.” Severus told him.

Tom smiled. “That much is true.”

“Goodbye for now.” Severus said, then left via the Floo.

Tom sighed and poured himself a glass of wine.

*****

“I’m glad we decided to wait. I’m not going to be as tired this way.” Harry remarked once Draco and the twins were at his house. Severus was watching the babies, and they were prepared to go.

Fred grinned. “Yeah, and I found an even better surveillance spell to use; we’ll be able to hear her, too.” He said with relish.

Harry held up the stone Tom had given him. “This is what we needed. It will temporarily deactivate the Wards around the house, letting us in. Good thing you checked around Easter, because going all that way and being unsuccessful would have sucked.”

They had gone ahead to check the Wards after realizing that they may have already been barred from entering the house and had returned with bad news: they couldn’t get in. So they had gone to Tom, who had set two Death Eaters to making Ward stones. The Unspeakables were the only ones that knew how to make them, but Rookwood still had that knowledge and was able to direct Regulus, who had spent a short time as an Unspeakable, in how to help him.

Together, they had managed to produce one.

“And besides, this works better. If we do get separated, everyone can Apparate, so no one will be left behind.” George said happily.

“Everyone ready?” Draco asked, impatient to get on with the plan.

“All set.” Harry confirmed.

“Let’s go, then.” Fred said, and they all Disapparated.

They appeared in separate areas around the house and Draco looked around with a sneer. He walked up to Fred and muttered, “You two actually lived here?”

George snorted. “It wasn’t all bad.” He told the blond.

“I’m sorry. It’s the ugliest house I’ve ever seen.” Draco told them.

“I’ve seen worse.” Harry informed him. “Let’s do this.”

“What’s worse than this dump?” Draco hissed as they placed the stone at the edge of the Wards.

“A row of perfectly orderly, neat little houses that all look the same. Especially when one of the families living in one of those houses happens to be made up of monsters.” Harry said.

Draco fell silent. Then, after the stone began to glow, he whispered. “Sorry. You’re right.”

Harry said nothing and walked toward the house, Fred and George following.

“He’ll be in a better mood soon. Just let him cool off some.” George suggested at Draco’s crestfallen look.

“Right.”

Fred and George peered through the windows. “She’s awake.” George whispered.

Fred raised his wand. “Not for long.” He cast a sleeping spell and she slumped over, falling sideways onto the couch she was on.

The group went inside and Fred began pointing to places. George nodded and went around placing surveillance spells in the kitchen, the sitting room, and the most likely places she’d choose for the new “baby;” Ron and Ginny’s old rooms.

Fred quickly obliviated her, leaving her knowledge of all the children but Ron, Ginny, and the twins. She was allowed to remember Percy, Charlie, and Bill, because her forgetting all of them would be too obvious, but she avoided talking about the two who had betrayed her and her two youngest, since the pain was still so fresh.

He added a spell Harry had never heard before, “Graviditate falsum.”

He got their attention and motioned for them to leave.

They all met up back at Prince Manor and Fred drew an orb out of his pocket. He enlarged it and they all saw the sitting room, Molly slumped over asleep, snoring softly.

They all snickered, Draco grinning maliciously. “This is going to be great.” He said eagerly.

Harry chuckled. “Well, let me know when you think she’s grown fond enough of her new arrival, and we can go and end that part of things.” He said.

Fred nodded, replacing the orb in his pocket. “Oh, we will, My Prince. There will be three phases to this. This one first, then making her ‘lose’ the baby, after which we will let her suffer for a few days. Then, we will go end it.” He told him.

Harry nodded. “I like it.”

“Alright, we should go and get our babies from your father so he can get some sleep.” Draco said.

“Probably a good idea.” Harry agreed. “I’ll see you all at my birthday party in two weeks. Although, I will see you before then. Be ready Friday night.” He warned.

“What do you have planned?” Fred asked.

Harry just smiled. “You’ll see. See you.” He headed to his room.

The other three traded suspicious looks, shrugged, and went to get their daughters.

*****

“And we are doing this now, because Tom want it over with before my birthday.” Harry beamed at him. “Such a good boyfriend, making sure nothing steals my thunder.”

Neville rolled his eyes so far back into his head Harry and Tom could hear it. “Right. Let’s just do this. Got your potions?”

Harry plucked a hair off of Tom’s head.

“Ow! You little brat!”

Neville did the same to Harry.

“Hey! I could have done that!” Harry rubbed his head.

“Turnabout seems fair play to me.” Neville said, dropping the hair into his Polyjuice.

Tom handed over the locket and Neville put it on. “Feels oppressive.” He remarked.

“That would be the Horcrux.”

Neville paled.

“Relax, you won’t have it on very long.” Tom assured him.

“Alright, bottoms up, love.” Harry said.

Tom took the potion and grimaced as he changed.

Harry took in the old look and wrinkled his nose. “You look hideous.”

Tom looked down at himself. “Well, yes, but I have to, or people won’t take this seriously.” He agreed. “I’m going to go to Hogsmeade and call you out. Take your potions and follow in five minutes.”

“Will do, Lord Snakey!” Harry added on a salute for good measure, and Tom’s eye twitched.

“Behave.” Tom added before Disapparating.

Harry and Neville looked at each other, raised their glasses of Polyjuice, and drank them down, shuddering at the tastes. Harry morphed into Tom's new body, and Neville became Harry. Tom-Harry grinned and looked inside his pants. “I may have to do this more often.” He said approvingly.

Harry-Neville flushed. “I really hope you've seen that before. Otherwise, serious invasion of privacy, Harry.”

Tom-Harry grinned. “Seen it before. In person.”

“Well, if it's all the same to you, I'll just not do that.” Harry-Neville said.

“I appreciate that.” Tom-Harry said.

“So, ready?”

“As I'll ever be.” Harry-Neville said, and Tom-Harry Apparated them both to the outskirts of Hogsmeade.

Voldemort-Tom was stalking through the streets, scowling and snarling and brandishing his wand at anyone outside as the locals ran for the nearest cover, and he was calling out for “Harry Potter” to come and fight him.

There was screaming and mass panic, but the streets had mostly cleared by now, and there were faces peering out from almost every window available.

Harry-Neville stepped forward when the man turned and spotted them, and sneered at him. Harry had to admire the courage the teen had found recently. “I’m right here, Snake-face! And it’s Harrison Prince, now!” He shouted, then threw an expelliarmus Voldemort-Tom's way.

Voldemort-Tom deflected it, pretended to ‘notice’ Tom-Harry, and snarled ferociously. “Ah, the prodigal son returns! You can die with your pathetic little sex-toy! I’ll kill you both!”

Tom-Harry shot Harry-Neville a look and switched to parseltongue, turning to face Voldemort-Tom. //Really, love? Is that all I am to you? A piece of ass?//

Voldemort-Tom smirked. //To be sure, it is an exceptionally fine ass. What, did you think I wanted you for your dazzling wit?//

Tom-Harry shrugged. //Well, I had hoped you wanted more than my body, but if not, I suppose we will just make more Polyjuice and you can have your bed-warmer of a night use it, since all you want is my body, and not my mind.//

//I suppose that would work for a time, but it wouldn’t be the same. No one else has the bollocks to stand up to me, you mouthy little shit!// Voldemort-Tom shot back, looking annoyed.

Harry-Neville was trying to keep a straight face. //Please, you guys, I’m going to laugh and due to the strain I am currently under, I will get hysterical. Having Harry Potter lose it is not going to do very well for his public image.// He paused. //Shit, am I speaking parseltongue right now?!// He looked at Tom-Harry.

Tom-Harry shrugged. //I don’t know, it sounds like English to me.// He explained.

They both turned to Voldemort-Tom, who looked even more irritated at the delay. //Yes, now can one of you please kill me already?! This body chafes!//

Tom-Harry snorted. //Big wuss.//

Voldemort-Tom fired a killing curse at Tom-Harry, whose eyes widened before he threw himself to the side, looking behind him to see if there was collateral damage involved with that risky move. “Fuck, Dad, you can’t just go around shooting killing curses at people! What if a civilian had been in the way?”

“Then they would have died, and good riddance to bad rubbish!” //Relax, love, I checked before I shot at you, and I know how good your reflexes are.// Voldemort-Tom assured Tom-Harry.

“That’s why you have to die, right there! You care nothing for life! Honestly, Harry and I are doing the world a favour!” Tom-Harry said, firing a stupefy and dodging as it bounced back to him off of whatever shield Voldemort-Tom had up.

“I can’t die, don’t you understand?! I’ll live forever, there’s nothing you can do about that!” Voldemort-Tom threw his head back and let out a chilling laugh that sent thrills of unease down both boys’ spines.

They shared a worried look.

//Think he’s actually lost it?// Harry-Neville asked softly.

//Merlin, I hope not! That’s my mate, you know.// Tom-Harry reminded him.

//Yeah, I get that, but—//

//I am right here, boys, and I can hear you! I am offended by the very insinuation!// Voldemort-Tom snapped.

Tom-Harry turned back to him. “We’ve destroyed all three of your horcruxes, you know, so you are mortal again, Dad.” He informed the man.

Then Voldemort-Tom panicked. He fired a stinging hex that hit Tom-Harry in the eye and turned to make a run for it.

Tom-Harry doubled over with a shout of pain, clutching his eye. “You fucking arsewipe!” He shouted, then stood up straight and shot an Avada Kedavra—that looked real enough—at Voldemort-Tom, and Harry-Neville shot him a wide-eyed look as Voldemort-Tom fell down dead.

“That was my job!” He said in indignation.

Tom-Harry glared at him, one eye swelling shut rapidly, walked over, and kicked “Voldemort” in the side. //Bloody fucking sadist!// He hissed.

All three were unaware that Fred and George had been inside Zonko's offering to buy the man out in exchange for a little WWW stock to keep him in good stead, and had seen the whole thing.

Someone had rushed in at the beginning of the fight and babbled something about “You-Know-Who is attacking, and Harry Potter has come to save us!”

Fred and George shared a look and went to the window, peering out.

Harry and Tom were fighting... Snake-Tom?

“Think this is for real?” George asked in a whisper.

“Doubt it.” Fred said back. “Probably a prank to clear his name.”

George nodded his agreement and they continued to watch. By the end of the fight, both had to admit that they were impressed, and needed to visit Harry tomorrow morning to let him know.

And ask how he had managed to bring along two Toms.
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