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Heir to the Throne	By : Kaya_Winn Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12341 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Uneeded: unfortunately no those Typo's where not intentional, it's just my computer refusing to tell me when I misspell his name because it's stupid! I'm glad you like the latest chapters though, I know the first chapters are kinda.... well they're just terrible really... (did I use they're right?) also, you are FAR too clever^^ I won't tell you about what, because that would ruin the surprise, but you are going to feel pleased with yourself later XDD

HeartStar-Thrnbrooke: Giggle, aaw thanks I'm glad you like it! I only have it half written, it's like, 36 chapters long so far... hmmm I wonder if I should slip in little spoilers now and then just to annoy fellow readers?....naaah I'll just leave the antagonizing to the plethora of Cliff hangers I have planted XDD (yes, I really am that sadistically cruel)

Enjoy the new chapter!

Heir to the Throne

Chapter 7

Plans

Harry strode through the halls of Hogwarts, a tiny smile played on his lips, pondering the plans that he, the elves and Gordric had come up with. He knew that Dumbledore would fall, now all he had to do was get Tom on his side and keep him there. He would hate to have to kill him.

Things were beginning to fall into place. In the last few hours Itty, dressed in clothes, had gone to Dumbledore to request a job as a personal elf, the remaining elves had delivered all of the letters he'd written to Gordric's contacts, and Harry had stolen off to the Forbidden Forest to begin gathering allies amongst the beasts.

Harry knew the job of finding allies was very important to the success and protection of the Heir. He wouldn't be used or manipulated like Harry was, like Dumbledore would surely do...no, Harry would see that he or she would be safe. The letters he'd sent were to several family heads of renowned bloodlines asking for their assistance with finding a child of prophecy that might be able to help end the war. He had written to both Light and Dark families, the only difference being that those who supported the Dark Lord would refer to him as Fox.

Harry recited the prophecy over and over in his head as he walked trying to pick up anything he could that might direct him to the Heir. Without more information, Harry wasn't sure where to start since the prophecy made no mention to when the Heir was born. Was he looking for a child, an adult...hell, the Heir might not even BE born yet. All he had to go on was twin's with marks on their foreheads.

Sighing, Harry paused to scrub his face with his hands. Taking a deep breath to clear his head he looked up and realizing he had reached the Entrance Hall. His stomach seemed to sense that he was in close proximity to food and began to growl...he was starved! He didn't really want to deal with Dumbledore, and now that he thought about it, coming in late for dinner might help explain why he missed classes today.

He grinned a little at his brilliance before schooling his expression so he looked tired and downcast his eyes in an effort to appear guilty, even shameful and walked in the Great Hall. As expected, most of the students and staff quieted and their gazes followed him as he slowly walked to the Gryffindor table. He felt stern eyes fall on him and looked up to meet the Headmasters gaze with pleaded eyes. 'Damn I'm good' he thought to himself as Dumbledore's expression softened and he mouthed the words "butterscotch". Harry nodded solemnly as sat himself at the end of the table and quietly began eating, all the while internally smirking at his acting abilities.

He finished eating just as Dumbledore was getting up to leave. The moment to old wizard had turned around, Harry raced out of the Great Hall determined to arrive before the Headmaster. Flopping breathless into a chair, Harry gently stroked Fawkes who had come to rest on his shoulder and nuzzle his cheek. His breathing relaxed as he listened to her soothing song just as the Headmaster walked in.

Harry slowly lowered the shields on his mind allowing the Dark Lord to enter his mind. It wasn't often that Harry shut his mind off to Tom, so he wasn't surprised when Tom immediately came into his head as soon as Harry made it available to him.

'Afternoon Harry.' Tom murmured softly in his head. Although Harry knew this was said with a smirk, he could sense his puzzlement as well.

'Hey Tom. Watch this....you're gonna enjoy it, I'm certain.' Harry said to Tom grinning in his mind while keeping himself looking grim and apologetic. 'I'm gonna spin Dumbledore a load of shit and the old fool is gonna swallow it down as if it were sweet like candy!' Harry laughed in his mind with Tom as Dumbledore watched him.

"Sir, I...I'm so sorry!" Harry finally burst out. "I didn't mean any of it I was just so upset ...so upset I haven't been sleeping well and kept having these terrible nightmares every night I just felt so fucking GUILTY all the time and you were..." finally taking a breath after forcing his voice to crack,"..you were just sitting there and I exploded." Harry artfully finished the last few words in barely a whisper and kept his eyes down in mock shame. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the Headmaster nod in understanding.

"It is perfectly fine Harry my boy. I had a feeling I was perhaps the unfortunate recipient of some misguided frustrations. I admit that I should not have pushed you quite as hard, nor suggested what I did. However, desperate times call for desperate measures Harry, and sadly, we are running out of ideas to defeat Voldemort." the Headmaster said with a sigh.

"It's alright Sir. But I AM going to end this war!" Harry said with a fierce determination in his eyes that seemed to surprise Dumbledore. "I AM going to kill my family's murderer! I AM going to destroy every single trace of my enemy!" Tom laughed at Harry's ability to tell the truth without telling anything at all.

“Are you now? You have an idea?”

"Yes Sir I do, but it will require more training. I know how important my education is, however I need to ask if I could take a leave from my classes for a while. I can retake them after I end the war." Harry said with a serious face as he ran his hand through his hair. "Once I've advanced a bit more, then I'm going to work on a solid plan." Dumbledore was still watching him intently.

"That sounds like a very good idea Harry, very mature idea. Who will be supervising your training? Do you need assistance? A training room perhaps?" Harry didn't like that he was so eager to be involved, but it was exactly what Harry had expected him to do.

"Thank you Sir, but I'm alright." Harry said confidently. "I've learned that I do much better training on my own, but I will keep you updated on my subjects and progress..I will definitely need your expertise especially when it comes to spells I should avoid." Harry said with an innocent, knowing expression when referring to Dark Arts. "I also was able to buy four house elves, I hope that it's ok? Please, you must not tell Hermione! I know she won't approve, but I just couldn't bare to ask more of you right now....I mean you do so much for me as it is..."Harry looked up at Dumbledore through his lashes and quickly looked back down again after he saw the Headmaster beaming at him. Dumbledore always had been a sucker for sweet talk.

"I am pleased that you have approached this responsibly Harry." the Headmaster said while looking at the boy with pride.

"Professor, I do need to ask one favor. I need to go to Diagon Alley to buy some books and a new wand," He lifted his wand and looked at it with confusion "because mine has been acting wonky." Shrugging, he put it back in his pocket and looked up at the Headmaster. "I think I might have damaged it in the fight at the Ministry."

"Certainly, shall I arrange for an escort?" Harry smiled and nodded still playing his part. He knew he'd be sent with one anyway. "Yes, I should think so. I do believe that both Minerva and Severus are available tomorrow, how does that sound my boy?"

Harry nodded again in agreement. Putting his guilty face back on, Harry ran a shaky hand through his hair, bit his lip and took a deep breathe. "I really am sorry I yelled at you Sir." He said as he exhaled.

"I know Harry, I know." the Headmaster assured as he squeezed Harry's shoulder. The Golden Boy smiled up at him with admiration while Tom cackled madly in the back of his mind.

After a few dramatic yawns and wishes of a good night, Harry left the Headmasters office for the library on a mission to find Draco and his cronies.

'Tom, would you mind staying with me for bit longer? I have something to discuss with you and my other two suitors.' Harry said to Tom as he drew near the library. He could feel the Dark Lords annoyance at the idea of competition, but Harry shrugged it off...he really didn't care.

Harry strode through the library, head held high with confidence, past Madam Pince, directly to the table occupied by a large group of, now sneering, Slytherin's. Pansy hissed with fury at his approach and lifted her wand just as Crabbe and Goyle jumped up in anticipating of a fight.

Ignoring the others, since they weren't worth the effort, he looked straight at his two courtiers. "Zabini, Malfoy...a word please?" The Gryffindor said in a cool, calm voice. Without a word the two Slytherin's began to close their books and pack their things.

"Draco!" Pansy shrieked, "Where are you going?" She demanded, sounding horrified.

Draco finished packing his things, not even bothering to look at her. "With Harry of course. He did ask in a perfectly reasonable manner." She huffed at this, "It would be rude to refuse after all." He drawled as Pansy continued to gape in shock as he and Blaise silently followed the Golden Boy out of the library.

"As you are aware, I am being courted, but by other suitors than yourselves." Harry said to them after raising silencing charms. "One of others will remain unknown to you, but the last is your Lord, Voldemort." At this he resisted the urge to laugh while the two Slytherin's practically choked.

"We are fighting the Dark Lord for your attention?!" they both demanded.

"Yes and he is with us right now, well in my mind rather, so that I can talk to all three of you at the same time." he had to laugh at the confused expression on their faces. "Occlumency....or would this be considered Legilimency?"

'Legilimency' Tom supplied and Harry shrugged.

"No matter. As I am the courted, it is my right to set up rules for you all to follow..correct?” Harry waited for them all to nod. "Good. They're fairy simple....but pay attention."

"First, No Touching." Harry immediately could tell the protests were coming, so he raised his hand to cut them off. "Not to say you can't hold my hand, touch my arm...stuff like that. I'm not used to close contact, so hugs are a definite NO." he ordered. "I might get more comfortable with time, but I've rarely been touched, friendly or otherwise and it bothers me a little." They all seemed to relax a bit knowing that he wasn't against it, just not ready for it.

"Second, No Kissing...especially without my permission dammit! You guys took me by surprise, but the next time you're going to get slapped AND hexed! I was almost forced once, and believe me, you don't want to know what happened to him. And when I'm being pushed up against a wall or couch, bed...whatever, then I feel FORCED." They all looked guilty, as they should he thought to himself.

“Third, if you give me a gift, I don't want you to spend a lot of money on it. If it's something valuable that you already have, then that's fine, but I don't want to feel like you're trying to buy my affection."Again, Harry waited for them all to acknowledge that they understood.

"Fourth, if I find out that any of you have tried to sabotage one of the others, I am going beat you." They all lowered their heads to hide their amusement. Their feisty Gryffindor clearly knew that's the first thing they'd do. "Oh...and if you tell ANYONE that I am being courted by the Dark Lord, I'll deny it and curse you so badly that even St. Mungo's won't be able to put you right."sighing to calm himself "And lastly, I need time to myself. I need space. I can't spend all my free hours letting you coddle and woo me. I will set up a schedule or something so that you all get the same amount of time with me."

'We're big boys Harry, you should spend time with us when you want to' Tom said. Harry repeated what Tom said to the other two and to his astonishment they both nodded.

"Our Lo...I mean, Vol....um..he's right." Draco said in all seriousness, "you shouldn't feel pressured to spend time with any of us because you want to spare our feelings."

"This should be natural, you know?" Blaise said reaching up to lightly touching Harry's arm. "It should be like dating, only with more people." Harry took in a deep breath at the slight squeeze on his heart....three people who understood him so well. This was going to be very difficult.

“Alright, that's all I had to say.” Harry stated simply feeling awkward now.

"Harry, if you don't mind, we had a question for you." Draco said as he and Blaise shared a look. "We know you value your privacy and loathe the press, so if you want to keep our Courting you a secret we're fine with that. Well...Blaise and I are anyway, we can't speak for the Dark Lord."

"Well, considering I'm supposed to Kill the Dark Lord...I'm thinking he'd have to be a secret anyway." Harry mumbled as Tom burst into laughter while Blaise snorted in amusement. "But you two...well, I don't think I mind if the world finds out." And he truly didn't, plus it would be a nice little test of who he could trust and who was true.

"Oh hell," Blaise said suddenly looking at his watch, "curfew!"

“Sorry Harry, Professor Snape needed a word with us. You don't mind?”

"No no...please go." Harry said offering them a smile. Reaching up on his toes he kissed them both on the cheek. "Good night" he murmured softly, while he grabbed Tom before he could leave. Draco and Blaise echoed Harry's farewell, leaving the two rivals alone.

'I still have words for you Mr. Voldemort, if you don't mind?" Harry waited until he knew he had Tom's full attention. 'I was wondering where you stood on the war.'

'Harry, Harry...haven't you figured it out yet? I stand on YOUR side.' This honestly wasn't what Harry was expecting. 'If I had my proper head about me, I always would have been. After all, I did promise Lily that I'd protect you...Prophecy or not!' Harry felt as if all the wind had been knocked out of him.

'Tom...you and my mother were enemies. How could you have ever promised anything?' his voice was shaking but feeling Tom try to calm him through their link seemed to help.

'There is a spell similar to the Fidelius charm but instead of a house, it hides a secret. Thanks to Dumbledore, who is the secret keeper, it stops me from telling you much. But what I can tell you is that your mother and I were NEVER enemies Harry. As I said, the charm blocks me from telling you the truth, but there is one way to circumvent it...the information can be read. Read your mothers diary Harry, then you'll know everything.' Tom paused sensing Harry's confusion. 'You do have it don't you? The diary...from Lily's vault....Harry please tell me you got the family vaults!'

'Tom,' Harry snarled, 'I didn't even know there WERE vaults! That bastard will truly stop at nothing will he?!'

'You think Dumbledore is using the accounts?' Tom growled as Harry ran his hands through his hair, pulling it slightly before nodding.

'Suppose it's a good thing I'm going to Diagon tomorrow.'

'Harry,' Tom sighed, 'I am terribly sorry, but I have to go. I have a meeting. Busy Dark Lord after all.' he said in an exasperated tone. Tom relaxed once he heard Harry chuckle at his dramatics. Harry said good night to Tom and gave him a mental kiss on the cheek before wishing him luck and sending him on his way.

Harry was just about to head to his dorm when Itty, dressed in a Hogwarts crested tea towel, popped in looking frantic. "Harry! Dumbledore just finished a fire call with the Head goblin at Gringotts." She paused to take a deep breath, "He's keeping some accounts from you and was threatening the goblin. 'Remember your place!' he said! They didn't say how many accounts, but he did mention funding for the Order as well as himself!"

Dumbledore was really loosing his touch, harry was just informed of his bank accounts from two different sources and he was about to go into the goblin bank tomorrow and would probably have learned about them there too. Not to mention that when he was seventeen all bank accounts under the control of legal guardians would have transferred to Harry automatically. What would Dumbledore have done then? More lies probably. Well he wasn't going to get away with it anymore. Harry was going to make damn sure of it.

“Thanks for letting me know Itty.” he said grinning a little. “he's not being too awful to you is he?”

“No worse than I expected.” she admitted shrugging and then shaking her head. “it's hard to remember to punish myself when I do something wrong though. Dumbledore just thinks I'm a little distraught and that I'm still thinking I'm under my other master. Sometimes it takes a while for the magic to wear off and transfer to another wizard.” she said snorting a little.

"Disgusting" Harry grumbled absently at Dumbledore, as he tugged playfully on a lock of her hair. "Go on," he smiled down at her, "we'll have all of your people set free soon." he promised to the smiling little elf.

"I know." she agreed before vanishing with a loud crack. Harry scrubbed his face with his hands....he was so bloody tired. He really needed to get some sleep, especially with his trip to Diagon tomorrow....it was going to be a long day.
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