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Harry trudged to the abandoned classroom the weighing of the wands and the top-secret “tests" all champions had to complete would be conducted in.

He walked in and Bagman waylaid him, dragging him forward and explaining that his wand would be tested for defects and damage, then he simply had to donate a drop of blood to test him for any special abilities that could give him an edge in the competition. “Of course, the simple test will only tell us what families you are descended from and not if you have any latent creature lines. They would find active ones, but you are only fourteen, you can’t have had an inheritance come into play yet.” He said jovially.

Harry just stood there, numbly, waiting while a woman with a crocodile-skinned handbag and rigid blonde curls watched him—he felt rather like a delicious fish caught in the gaze of a hungry shark.

“Since we are all here, we might as well get on with the part we don’t need Dumbledore or our wand expert for.” Bagman said. He laid out four pieces of parchment. “All four champions, prick your finger and let a drop of blood fall onto the parchment. It will display your families' crests.” He told them.

Harry conjured a pin using the same spell he heard Cedric utter, and pricked his finger.

The woman leaned over his shoulder and gasped when two crests appeared. “Jarod, come get a picture of this!” She said urgently. “Potter has the Selwyn crest! And one other that isn't Potter!” She said in shock.

The man holding a camera hurried over and snapped a picture of the parchment just as the door opened.

Dumbledore walked in, along with Mr. Crouch and the wand maker, Ollivander.

There was a bit of shock over Harry’s parchment, and Bagman confirmed that the Selwyn crest was present on the Maternal side, which was strange, as that family was dead, had been for quite some time.

The stranger part was that the Paternal side showed what Dumbledore and Ollivander recognized as the Prince crest. And the Prince’s had died off, too, but recently.

“Odd.” Dumbledore murmured. “But that does not mean the boy should have any unfair advantages.” He said.

“Not at all, not at all.” Bagman agreed. “On to the weighing of the wands, and then a quick picture before you can all be on your ways!” He said.

The woman, who Harry assumed was a journalist, was writing furiously as she snuck hungry glances at Harry.

She made him very uneasy.

*****

Harry groaned the next morning when his Daily Prophet was dropped beside his plate. He paid the owl, then began to read with a sinking feeling in his gut.

Harry Potter not a Potter at all!

My lovely readers, do I have a story for you today! As you know, the Triwizard Tournament is being hosted at Hogwarts this year. The champions were tested for genetic advantages just yesterday, and something surprising was revealed about our boy hero in the course of the testing. When he applied a drop of blood to the genealogy parchment, his result was shocking!

Instead of the Potter crest, which should have been the Paternal crest, the only crest to appear (as his Muggleborn mother was not from a crested family), he got two crests, and neither one was the Potter crest!

The Maternal crest showed up as Selwyn (a dead family, meaning his mother was really a descendant of squibs from that line, most likely), and the Paternal crest was Prince! The Prince line died out when the last Prince married a Muggle and was subsequently disowned.

This result means that there is still a Prince in our midst, one that was not disowned, and that Harry Potter is truly Harry Prince!

Descended from a Selwyn and a Prince, however it happened, means that our young saviour is going to grow into a force to be reckoned with.

I know that I will be watching to see what he accomplishes in the future. I can only hope that you will watch with me.

Rita Skeeter

Harry sighed and threw down the paper. “Just what I need.” He muttered. “More publicity.”

“Like you don’t like it.” Ron muttered sullenly from two people down.

Harry shot him a glare. “Shut up, Ron. You obviously don’t know me at all.” He spat at the redhead.

Neville, sitting next to Harry, patted his hand soothingly. “Just don’t worry about him. He’ll come around in time.”

Harry gritted his teeth. “It had better happen soon, or I might just decide I’m better off without him.” He growled under his breath.

“Don’t make any rash decisions.” Neville advised him.

Harry fumed. “It would be a long time coming.” He muttered, stabbing at his eggs.

*****

Harry was partnered with Neville for Potions, so he wasn’t surprised when his potion bubbled over and he and Neville had to work fast cleaning it up together.

Snape had been giving him strange looks all throughout the class period and when time came to begin cleaning up, he finally spoke, confirming Harry’s fears.

“Potter, you will stay after class.” Snape announced as they all put their things away.

“What did you do?” Neville asked.

Harry shrugged. “Existed, I assume. Same as always.” He answered.

Neville grimaced. “Well, better you than me.” He said.

“Gee, thanks.” Harry returned dryly.

The rest of the class filed out, and Snape stepped forward, nearly into Harry’s personal space. “You are a Prince.” He spoke quietly.

Harry shrugged. “Seems that way. Don’t know why everyone seems so excited about it. Doesn’t change who I really am, at the core.” He answered.

Snape’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, but it does.” He spoke in nearly a whisper. The sound sent a chill of unease down Harry’s back before the man continued, “It means that you are my son.”

Harry gaped at him. “Sir?” He asked dumbly.

“You see, Harry, my grandfather, Septimius Prince, willed the name and the ancestral home to me after I joined the Death Eaters. It pleased him that I was willing to follow a noble cause, and as a result I am the last of the Prince line left. Everyone will assume you are the son of a cousin of mine, as no one but me, and now you, knows that I have taken the name, home and monies.”

Harry shook his head. “But why tell me? We hate each other!” He said, too loudly.

“Shh!” Snape shushed him. “Not so loud. Perhaps hate is too strong a word, especially considering recent events. I am willing to take you under my wing, teach you some things our family generally excels in, show you how to be a proper young Lord of the house of Prince. You just have to keep it secret. Not even Dumbledore can know. For that reason, I will not tell you any more right now.”

Harry bit his lip. All he had ever wanted was a family. He was being offered one now, though it was a Darker one than he had expected and came with certain caveats. “I… I’d like to get to know my father, now that that’s an option.” He said hesitantly. “Just don’t try to hurt me or turn me Dark.” He requested.

Snape smiled. “Oh, if you are truly a Prince, you are fairly Dark already. We will see where your education leads. I make no promises past this: you will not have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“That’s good enough for me, Sir.” Harry said. “When do we start?”

“I will set up extra lessons with the Headmaster. We will say you are receiving remedial potions lessons and will have to improve your skill as a result, but we will work on that around other things.” Snape told him. “Now get to your next class. Remember, all this is our secret.”

Harry nodded and hurried off, wondering just how this new knowledge would change his life.

One thing was for certain, though. If he had a living parent, he would do whatever he needed to do in order to foster a relationship with him. Even if it had to be Snape.

Even Snape as a father had to be better than no father at all.

Right?

*****

“Our family,” Snape began, “Has an affinity for the mental arts. Specifically, Occlumency and its counterpart, Legilimency. Once you know Occlumency well enough, you will be able to keep Dumbledore out of your head, and then, we may become closer. It will take time, but I am sure you can learn it easily, if you are truly my son.”

Harry nodded. “What do I do, Sir?” He sked eagerly.

“Clear your mind.” Snape said. “I will try to get in and pluck memories from you. Evade me, and keep me from grabbing hold of them.”

Then, he was in Harry’s mind.

Harry was five, crying in his cupboard, hungry and scared, wondering why he had been left in the dark. He had only wanted to try Dudley’s birthday cake, which he had worked so hard to make. It looked so good, and he was so hungry.

But no. He was the Freak. He wasn’t allowed food.

Harry was eight, tripping over his own feet as he ran from Dudley and his gang. They had caught him once earlier, and he already had a painful black eye and split lip from that encounter. He couldn’t be caught again. Suddenly, he was on the roof of the school. How in the world had that happened?

Vernon beat him black and blue that night.

He was eleven, going to Hogwarts in two days. He was so excited, and he finally had his own bedroom! Vernon walked into the room, a savage smile on his face. “Petunia and Dudley are going out tonight. I have you all to myself, Freak.”

Harry screamed, both internally and outwardly, shoving Snape out of his mind. He couldn’t let the man see that!

Snape eyed him warily. “No Prince lets someone in that easily. Something in your psyche has you unsettled. Until you come to terms with it, you will not be able to keep anyone out. Do you feel like talking about whatever trauma still haunts you? Or do you think you can fix the issue on your own?”

Harry paled. “I… I’d like to fix it myself, Sir.”

Snape sighed. “You may call me Severus during these lessons. We do not need to be so very formal here, just us two.” He said.

He could come to like the boy, as he had seen enough of his past to see that Harry was much like him.

He just had to allow the boy in. And let himself trust in the strength of blood over years of pent-up mutual dislike.

Hopefully, they could come to some accord.

Harry gave him a wan smile. “Are we done for today? Severus?” He asked.

Severus sighed. “Yes.” He waved at the door. “Go.”

Harry ran out of the room, intending to go take the hottest shower he could find after what he had almost relived.

He felt so dirty, all over again.

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Dumbledore sat in his office, wondering how he could fix this. He’d killed the last of the Selwyns long ago and made it so no one could pin it on him. He’d also taken the embryo the Selwyn woman was carrying and held on to it until the stasis charm he had on it had started to fade. He’d planted the baby into a Muggle woman and watched, not surprised when the baby was found to have magical ability.

Lily had been an exceptional child, even before she had been removed from her true mother’s womb. The only reason Dumbledore had had to kill the Selwyns was because the Imperius curse he’d had Adora Selwyn under had started to weaken. He’d made sure the woman had left all her wealth to him before her death, and when the Imperius started to wear off, he’d seen all that money and artefacts the family owned draining from his hands in his mind’s eye. The woman would change her will as soon as she came out from under the curse. She had stopped trusting Dumbledore years before.

Lily had been the reason the charm had started wearing off. She was resisting the curse from where she was, her magic and her mother’s starting to mingle. The baby was immune to the curse and was making her mother immune as well, at least while she was still inside the woman.

So Dumbledore had had to step up his plan and get rid of the rest of the family before Adora surfaced fully.

It was a miracle, really, that the embryo had survived the long stasis, but it was all ruined now! Harry knew who he was descended from, and all the wealth Dumbledore had acquired from the will of Adora Selwyn would now go to Harry, a true descendent.

Perhaps, Dumbledore mused, all is not lost. He smiled as a thought occurred to him. Harry trusted him. Maybe he’d leave the contents of the vault in Dumbledore’s control, after all. If Dumbledore asked.

*****

Harry frowned at the letter from Dumbledore. The man wanted to talk to him.

He put the short letter in his pocket and ate, heading to Dumbledore’s office once he finished.

He got in and found Dumbledore behind his desk, waiting patiently for him. “You wanted to see me, Sir?”

Dumbledore smiled. “Yes, my boy. How are you doing?” He asked.

Harry returned the smile, determinedly not meeting the man’s eyes. “Fairly well, Sir. I got a letter from Gringotts yesterday. Apparently, the Selwyn vaults have been moved from the control of someone else to my name. I’m really glad, maybe there’s something in there that will give me a clue as to how my mother came to live in the Muggle world. I asked Hermione about it, and she said it was really strange. That the Selwyns died out about seventy years ago, and they had never, at least on record, had any squibs come from the family. Apparently, as soon as they started having fertility issues the next child born was instructed to marry a Muggleborn to refresh the line. Their magic was always very strong as a result.”

Dumbledore gritted his teeth. Damn that smart chit and her research!

“It is strange, my boy, but that is part of the reason I wanted to talk to you. That money was willed to me, to help with the war effort against Voldemort—”

“Oh. Well, if you need money, I can help. Just let me know exactly what you need it for, and I can authorize a loan.” Harry offered. “I need to keep as much as I can, though. I plan to have a big family someday.” He said with a smile.

Dumbledore saw red.

A loan!

The very thought was galling!

“Thank you, my boy, for the offer, but I am sure the Order can get by. You must have research to get back to, the First Task being only weeks away. Don’t let me keep you. Run along, now.” He shooed the boy out of his office.

Harry, for his part, was wondering how stupid Dumbledore really thought he was as he left the office.

For the war effort?

Against a Dark Wizard that had risen to power fifteen years after the last Selwyns had died?

Right.

Pull the other one.

It did beg the question, though, why exactly Dumbledore had been the Selwyns’ beneficiary.

Surely if there had been even the slightest chance of a “Muggleborn” descendent, the vault would have been held in trust for them?

Something was fishy.

*****

A week (and a second Occlumency failure) had passed, and Severus was enraged at the failure and his perceived failures as a Father. He couldn’t get the boy to open up to him at all. All he had discovered so far was that, whatever his block was, it had something to do with his obese uncle.

And that was never a good sign, Severus knew from his experience with abused Slytherins.

So, when Harry came down for his next lesson, on Tuesday, he was met with a strange sight in the Potions classroom. He looked to Severus questioningly.

“You have a block, and I am getting seriously frustrated by it. We are going to take care of this once and for all.” Severus waved to the table set with tea for two and sat in one chair, pulling out a potions vial. “This is Veritaserum.” He said. “It will cause us to speak only the truth.” He tipped the vial and poured a few drops into the tea, then poured two cups, sliding one over to Harry.

Harry took the cup. “Why dose both of us?” He asked.

Severus smiled. “Because, Harry, trust is a two-way street. If you cannot trust me, this will be an exercise in futility, all of it. And I need to learn to trust you if we are to have any kind of relationship at all.” He answered.

Harry nodded.

“This dose will make us truthfully answer one question per sip. One of us will take a sip, and the other will ask one question, anything at all. And the other will answer.” Severus said firmly.

Harry sighed, knowing that his secret was going to come out tonight. Perhaps it was better this way. If the potions master knew what he was sending Harry home to for the summer, maybe Harry could spend the summer somewhere else, anywhere else.

“I will start.” Severus said, surprising Harry. He took a sip, then stared at Harry expectantly.

Harry frowned. “Um. Who do you hate most in the world?” He asked.

Severus’ lip curled. “James Potter.” He answered.

Harry inwardly sighed. No surprise there. Why did he waste his question by asking that? He already knew the answer.

“Sip, Harry.” Severus instructed.

Harry took a sip, wanting to just get it over with.

“Why were you treated so badly at your relatives’ home?” Severus asked.

Harry blinked in surprise, expecting Severus to just jump in the deep end right off. Apparently, they were starting small.

“They hated magic, me, and everything to do with it. I was their scapegoat.” Harry answered truthfully.

Severus simply hummed and took another sip.

Harry wracked his brain for another question, a better one. “Have you ever been in love?” He asked.

Severus closed his eyes, as if the thought was painful, and answered in a tight voice, “Once.”

Harry nodded, took a sip and waited.

Severus opened his eyes, sighed, and asked, “What were your chores at home, and when did you start them?”

Harry shot him a dirty look for the double question. “Everything I could possibly do as soon as I could do it. I cooked, cleaned, gardened, served them meals, all of it. From the age of three for most things, four for cooking.” He said bitterly.

Severus hummed, taking another sip.

“Who were you in love with? Was it my Mum?” Harry asked, hitting Severus with a double question in retaliation.

“Yes, it was Lily. I had loved her since fourth year.” Severus said, sounding pained.

Harry took pity on him and took another sip instead of pushing for more.

“What did your relatives do to you in return for your service?” Severus asked.

Ah, there it was.

Harry winced. “What didn’t they do is the shorter list.” He told the man flatly. “They did everything.” He added, unable to meet the man’s eyes.

Severus drew in a sharp breath. “Everything?” He repeated.

Harry nodded, still staring into his tea. Beatings, starvation, humiliation, names… More.

“Harry, do you understand what you are accusing them of?”

Harry stood up, furiously meeting the man’s eyes. “Not them! Vernon! And yes, I know full well what I am saying, because that’s exactly what he did! And I’m not going to go back there for him to do it again! I’d rather die!” He shouted.

Severus was pale, shaking. “Merlin. He… And I wasn’t…” He covered his face with his hands. “I’m sorry. I should have known sooner, should have been there. I was meant to protect you. To make sure that didn’t happen to you.”

“Well, it did.” Harry said.

“Not anymore.” Severus said, raising his head to look straight into Harry’s eyes. “I don’t care if I have to steal you away in the dead of night, you will not be staying with them this year. Or ever again.” He vowed.

Harry let hope fill his heart, buoy him. “You mean it?”

Severus nodded. “With all my heart. You will be staying with me.”

Harry got up, rounded the table, and hugged the dour man tightly. “Thank you!” He said, choking on the ball of emotion in his throat.

“Don’t thank me.” Severus whispered, hugging him back. “Don’t thank me for failing you.”

Harry shook his head. “I’m not.” He said, tears in his eyes. “I’m thanking you for saving me.”

“It’s too little, too late.” Severus told him.

“It’s enough.” Harry corrected him. “You’re here with me now. Let’s just move forward.”

Severus held him tighter before letting him go and pulling away enough to see his face. “When did… How old…” Severus couldn’t finish the question. He didn’t want to bring up bad memories.

Harry knew what he was trying to ask and smiled sadly. “I was eleven. The first time.” He answered.

Severus let out a pained breath, closing his eyes again. “How often did it happen?” He whispered.

“Just once, that first year. After that, it was every time Dudley and Petunia left the house at the same time. He made sure it happened often enough.” Harry said bitterly.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Severus asked.

Harry scowled. “I did! Dumbledore told me to stop making things up! So I stopped trying.” He finished in a mutter.

Severus’ eyes flashed. “Think of that conversation. Hold it in your head.” He said, drawing his wand and pointing it at Harry. “Legilimens.” He went into Harry’s mind, and was immediately drawn into the memory.

“Sir, is there any way I can stay here for the summer? Only, my Uncle does things to me. Things he shouldn’t do. I don’t want to go back.” Harry said, sounding so very unlike the Harry Severus knew.

He sounded timid, scared. But also, very brave, to be telling an adult something so deeply personal and shameful for a boy of only eleven.

Dumbledore shook his head. “I’m sorry, my boy, but that house is the safest place for you. And your uncle may not be your favourite person, but you should not accuse him of things you don’t even understand yet. Lying is very bad, my boy. It will come back to haunt you if you continue to do so. Run along, now. Go play with your friends.”

Harry left the office, all his faith in the world seemingly draining out of him. The one adult he’d felt he could trust, and the man had accused him of lying!

Maybe wizards weren’t so much better than Muggles, after all.

Severus drew out of the memory, shaking. He’d kill Dumbledore, with his own bare hands!

Harry saw his face and tensed, and Severus forced himself to calm.

“I am not angry with you, Harry. All of that is reserved for Dumbledore right now. You were brave, to tell him. And he should have listened. Instead, he made you cut yourself off from all adults around you. We will discuss this more, and I will help you put it behind you. For now, you should get to your dormitory. Curfew is in fifteen minutes.” He smirked. “I suggest you run.” He said.

Harry snorted and left, taking off down the halls at a brisk pace.

Severus considered things as he cleaned up the tea service and table.

Dumbledore had sent an eleven-year-old back to a home where he was being raped.

The fact that he was Severus’ own son didn’t even enter the equation! Sending any child back to that was not only unconscionable, it was downright evil!

What other things was Dumbledore capable of?

Guilty of?

Severus knew he wouldn’t rest until he had found out all of it.

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Severus frowned. He was sure he’d had more boomslang skin that that…

Oh, well. He’d just have to buy some more.

On a whim, he checked his stock of lacewing flies.

Odd. They were low, too.

Someone was brewing Polyjuice. The only question was: who was it?

His mind immediately went to Harry, but there was no reason to suspect him. For one thing, he wasn’t skilled enough to make the potion. Perhaps Granger was, but he wasn’t speaking to her much these days.

He’d keep an eye out. He knew he’d figure it out eventually.

*****

Harry groaned, laying his head down on the book. “Dragons.” He told Neville.

Neville paled. “Oh.”

“Nesting mothers, even.” Harry elaborated.

“Oh, dear.” Was Neville’s amended response.

“Yeah. So you see my problem, then.”

Neville nodded. “Yeah, I do. What can you bring with you?” He asked.

Harry held up his wand. “Just this.”

“Not your broom? Cause you’re amazing in the air.” Neville offered.

Harry shook his head. “No. Moody told me to use my wand to get what I need, though. I could use a summoning charm, but we haven’t covered those yet, and…” He pointed at a book on the other side of the table and tried to summon it.

Nothing.

“See?”

Neville nodded. “You can keep trying, though. You’re bound to get it sometime, you’re really talented.”

“In Defence.” Harry corrected him. “I’m only mediocre at Charms.”

“Well, honestly, how hard can it be?” Neville said, sounding really irritated. Well, as irritated as the mild-mannered boy got, at least. “You’ll get it, you just have to try. Really hard. It will be worth it when you win all that prize money.” He said with a grin. “You could buy out Honeydukes with that kind of money.”

Harry chuckled. “With the Potter vault and the Selwyn vaults—I found out there’s two—I don’t need the money.” He said. “I’m pretty loaded already.”

There was also the Prince vault to take into account, but he wouldn’t get that until Severus died, and, Merlin willing, that wouldn’t happen for a good, long time.

“Well, it would still be cool if Gryffindor got that kind of prestige.” Neville commented.

Harry nodded. “I suppose. Want to go to the Room of Requirement with me and work on summoning charms for a while?” He asked.

Neville nodded. “Yeah, we can.” He said.

They got up and left the library together.

When they got into the room, there were pillows piled all over.

Harry snorted. “Well, this will be safe enough to practice summoning. Less bruises this way.” He said, amused.

“Less incentive to learn properly, you mean.” Neville corrected him. “The bruises make you learn to catch what you summoned, rather than just letting it hit you in the face.”

Harry laughed. “There is that.” He agreed. “Come on, practice with me.”

They both began trying to summon pillows, having little success. Occasionally, one would twitch, but the best they had managed was Harry getting one to roll toward him a few feet, and Neville had managed a half-hearted fluffing of the pillow he’d tried to summon.

“Harder than it looks.” Neville commented after forty-five minutes.

“Yeah. And we’re not doing too well for as long as we’ve been trying.” Harry said wearily.

Neville shrugged. “I usually don’t, so I’m kind of used to it.”

“Well, we’re supposed to learn it this year, it can’t be impossible. Let’s try harder. We can stop if neither of us get it after an hour. I’m supposed to visit with Snape tonight for remedial Potions, anyway. It’s an extra class, since we had a breakthrough last time and he wants to follow-up on it quickly, lest I backslide.” Harry explained.

Neville nodded. “How are you doing in those lessons? Accio!” Nothing. “He’s not being too hard on you, is he? Accio!” A twitch.

Harry smiled, casting his own summoning charm. “Not really.” He answered, casting again and making the pillow roll all the way to his feet. He smiled widely. Progress! “He’s actually not that bad, when he doesn’t have to deal with stupid students all over the place. He can actually be kind of calm. It’s different, and surprisingly bearable.” He said lightly, then summoned a pillow, which did hit him in the face, and chucked it at Neville.

Neville laughed. “Oh, just you wait until I manage that!” He mock-snapped, a smile on his face.

Thirty minutes later, a pillow-fight ensued, after both had managed several successful charms.

Neville won when one of his pillows caught Harry’s glasses and tore open, sending feathers flying everywhere—including into Harry’s mouth—and causing the black-haired teen to beg mercy through raucous laughter.

They both left the room in high spirits.

*****

Harry practically bounced into Severus’ classroom, looking around only to find that the man wasn’t there. He frowned and scanned the room again, then noticed a folded paper sitting on the man’s desk, with Harry’s name written on it. He walked over and picked it up. He turned it over and read the short missive.

“Harry,

I believe we will be more comfortable conducting tonight’s discussion in my sitting room, over regular tea this time. The password to my rooms is Basil, and the entrance is just past my office.

S. Snape”

Harry put the letter in his pocket and walked down the hallway, finding the right door and whispering the password.

Severus was sitting in a chair, sipping from a cup of tea already.

He waved to the couch, and Harry perched in the middle, pouring himself a cup from the teapot and fixing it the way he liked. “Why here?” he finally asked, looking around curiously.

“I feel it is better to discuss certain matters in a neutral environment, one that does not hold negative connotations for either of us.” Severus said calmly.

Harry nodded, meeting the man’s eyes again. “That’s probably for the best.” He agreed.

“Quite. We need to discuss things that will likely be uncomfortable for you, but if you are ever to move past it, it needs to be analysed and dealt with. I’m sorry.” Severus said nervously.

Harry sighed. “I understand, Sir.”

Severus was silent for long moments, collecting his thoughts before he spoke. “When he… Did what he did, what were your feelings, at the time? Do you remember?”

Harry bit his lips, his eyes taking on a far-away look. “Fear, at first. Anger, confusion… Pain. Always pain.” He said softly.

“The fear is natural. The anger, too. It is right that you were confused, you were too young to deal with an act like that, even if you had wanted it, you would have been too young for it. We will deal with the pain later, we need to address other issues first. Was there any guilt, either during the act or afterward?” Severus gently pressed.

Harry grunted, nodding, unable to speak or raise his eyes.

“Why?” Severus asked. “Did you climax ever? Did you try to fight him off? Surely you know that he was too strong for you to overcome at the time.”

Harry sighed, but nodded again. “I tried to fight him off, and no, it was… It was never good. But still, I felt like… It was my fault. He never did it to Dudley, only me, so what was I doing wrong?” He asked, his voice breaking.

Severus put down his tea and folded his hands in his lap. “Harry, you did absolutely nothing wrong. It was all his fault, none of the blame rests on you. He probably never did it to Dudley because the boy was his own son, and you were not related to him by blood, only marriage. Some people with those kinds of sick desires will abstain with blood family out of love, but not with others who are vulnerable to them. You did nothing but be there. And there was nothing you could have done about that.” He said firmly. “Let’s move on to another common emotion that will keep the block up for now. Shame. You are ashamed of what happened, are you not?”

Harry nodded. “I know I shouldn’t be, but—”

“It is shameful, though.” Severus said firmly.

Harry’s eyes widened. “What?” He whispered, hoping he’d heard wrong. Was Severus now going to blame him for it?!

“It is shameful, and it is wrong. There is nothing wrong about feeling that at all. He forced an act on you that is meant to be tender, loving and all about trust and closeness between two consenting adults. Feeling shame for going through a forced violation is natural. What is not acceptable is letting it control you. You need to accept that it happened, assure yourself that it will not happen again, and move on. You have my word that I will be there for you to protect you from going through that again, and I keep my word, Harry. Feel the shame, yes, but let it go. It should not rule you.” Severus told him.

Harry blew out a breath. Feel it, but then let it go? “How, Sir?”

Severus smiled thinly. “Acknowledge it, and let it pass from your head after accepting that it exists. At first, you will need to push it aside, but in time, it will move aside on its own. You merely have to force it to until it becomes natural for it to pass through on its own.” He picked up his tea again. “It will take time, and we can work on it for as long as it takes.”

Harry nodded thoughtfully. It sounded hard, and likely would be hard, but he knew Severus wouldn’t set him an impossible task. Not in something so important to him, to them both.

“The guilt can cause depression in teens. Very easily. Do you feel any lack of motivation, any loss of pleasure in things you once enjoyed?” Severus asked.

Harry frowned. How would he know? He had never had the chance to enjoy anything before coming to Hogwarts, and the… Things had started before then. “I’m not sure. I like flying, and Quidditch. But before… I never really had anything I liked.” He answered honestly.

Severus shut his eyes. This, this was too painful to bear. He knew that feeling, intimately, and it brought up so many unhappy memories to hear that sentiment echoed by his own son. He had sworn to himself that if he had a child, they would never be made to feel that way.

Again, he was faced with his failure as a father.

He decided to try a different tactic.

“Do you feel any lethargy, or any fatigue, that starts in the mornings and lingers through the day? Or sadness that you cannot shake off? Perhaps disruptions in your daily hygiene?” He asked. All common symptoms of depression.

Harry thought for a moment, then shook his head. “No, everything there is normal for me.” He answered.

Severus nodded. “Good. Then you seem fine on that score.” Thank Merlin.

“Why are you asking me all this?” Harry asked curiously.

“If you have an underlying mental illness, such as depression, it can interfere with your ability to learn Occlumency. Occlumency requires a healthy mind, a strong mind. You must be able to feel things and let them slip away, and keep calm under duress.” Severus answered. “Depression saps your motivation, and makes you dwell on things that are past, things that hurt you. It will make thoughts linger and spiral downward. It helps someone gain access to your mind. We are attempting to teach you the exact opposite of that.”

Harry sighed. “Why is it so important that I learn this?” He asked.

Severus’ brow rose. “Do you trust the Headmaster implicitly?” He shot back.

Harry stiffened. “Not in the least.” He answered.

“Until you learn Occlumency properly, he can get into your head with just a glance into your eyes and pluck any memory he desires from there. Would you like him to do just that?”

“No.” Harry answered wearily.

Severus smiled thinly. “No, I thought not. Before we move onto that, though, there was one more thing we need to discuss, and then we can put this whole unpleasant business mostly behind us.” He said. “The pain you felt at your violation. Understand, that is not what making love is about. When done properly, there is no pain, excepting the small bit that cannot be entirely avoided the first time. Even between two men,”

Harry blanched, but Severus continued in a firmer voice.

“Listen. Even between two men, there is pleasure. That is why people do it. Even the bottom will feel pleasure in the act, and orientation has nothing to do with rape. If you feel yourself attracted to other males, there is nothing wrong with that, and your uncle had nothing to do with it. If you are attracted to females only, it is not because your uncle made it so. What attracts you is a personal matter, and nothing anyone does or says can influence that. So don’t fight what you will one day desire. Either way, it is natural.” Severus told him. “And someday, though you might not think it now, you will want to make love with someone. And that someone will wait for you to be ready, patiently. I will be there when that happens, an open ear and a willing confidant for you. You may come to me and speak about it as much or as little as you want. I will listen, offer advice if you want it, and I will keep your secrets.” He promised.

Harry nodded. “It really feels good?” He asked.

Severus smiled. “It is indescribably good, Harry. You will experience it someday. Wait for the right person, though. Someone who pressures you into it is not right for you. Do it only when you truly want it.” He advised.

“Alright, I can wait. That won’t be a problem.”

Severus nodded. “No, it won’t be. If there is a problem later because of this, remember that I am here for you. I have helped my Slytherins through things like this before, so I know what to do to help you. You are by no means alone.”

Harry gave him a smile. “Thank you, Sir. I do feel a bit better.” He said.

Severus hummed. “Of course, it will take time for you to be fully healed from this. We will work on it as it comes up, but I think the greatest of the damage has, at least, started to resolve. Talking about it gets much of the pain and poison out. Time is all you need now. Go get a hot bath. You’ll likely need it. Don’t scrub yourself raw because of what we talked about, but soak for a while and relax.”

Harry nodded. “I will, Sir. Thank you.”

Severus smiled at him. “No thanks is necessary. You are my son. If anyone deserves my help, it is blood. I will see you Tuesday evening.”

“You’ll see me Monday morning, first.” Harry replied impishly.

Severus laughed. “Get out of my rooms, you smart alec!”

Chapter Text

Dumbledore sighed.

The main reason he had kept the Selwyn baby alive was because he’d known, if he cultivated things carefully enough, he could have a talented young witch that would obey him in everything.

He had taken an especial interest in Lily’s schooling and friendships, and while he had not liked her connection to Severus, he had not tried to influence it, knowing that it would peter out on its own, since she had sorted Gryffindor.

She had listened to him in everything, and had shared things with him that she told few people. Once she had joined the Order, she took an active part in everything she was able to help in.

And she had been most helpful.

She had listened, given pep talks, kept positive, and helped greatly in keeping morale up, in addition to her other duties. Losing her was hard, but it had been a necessity. Dumbledore had tried to keep them safe, but to be honest, he was almost happy when they had died, and Harry was left alone.

It made him mouldable, especially after placing him in a home he knew would be abusive.

The boy trusted him, though he was starting to show signs of distrust toward everyone lately. Dumbledore was sure the boy would come back around, in time. Lily had pulled away her fifth year, after all, and had come back the next. He could give Harry time for his teenage angst. All teens needed some space while they grew up.

The connection to Severus, though, was a problem.

Dumbledore trusted Severus, of course he did, the man had been distraught when Lily had died, and had vowed to Dumbledore to be his man henceforth.

But there was always that doubt, in the back of his mind.

That what if.

What if the man found out that Voldemort had only thought the Potters had betrayed him thrice?

What if he found out that the prophecy was a fake?

What if Severus found out who Harry’s father really was, and told the boy, but not him?

So many things could go so wrong.

Dumbledore would have to be careful in the future, to cultivate an even closer relationship with the ex-Death Eater.

Even though the man disgusted him, some sacrifices had to be made.

And Severus was nothing if not useful.

*****

Harry packed up his things, freezing when Severus' voice called out for him to stay after.

He sighed. What now?

After everyone left, Severus walked over to his desk and propped one hip against it. “Rough night?” He asked.

Harry groaned. “Nightmares. Is it that obvious?”

Severus smiled. “Only to me, I’m sure.” He held out a potions vial he’d plucked from his pocket. “Dreamless sleep, two doses. Drink half the bottle before bed for a full eight hours of sound, uninterrupted sleep. You can take them back-to-back, but then you will need to go a week in between doses to let the after-effects wear off. It can be addictive, and addiction to this one is a very dangerous thing. The nightmares that it induces when used for too long are worse than horrible.” The man warned.

Harry took it, smiling. “Do you carry an apothecary around in your pockets, or something?” He asked.

Severus chuckled. “Very nearly.” He revealed. “Actually, this one was stored on a shelf behind my desk. It is a variant of regular dreamless sleep, altered for my use. I am allergic to valerian, and I suspect you may be, as well. It is highly genetic in the Prince line. Almost all of us are. I grabbed it while I was back there. Use it and get some rest. If you ever need more, come to me, but try to get by without it if you can.”

Harry nodded, slipping the potion into his pocket. “Thank you, Severus.”

Severus smiled and nodded. “Now get to class.” He said fondly.

Harry grinned and left the classroom.

Severus went to sit at his desk and began grading with a slight smile on his face. He had a son, and now that he knew, he could look after the boy properly. Merlin knew, the boy needed it.

*****

Severus was watching Alastor Moody in between bites of his dinner, suspiciously. If it was a teacher brewing Polyjuice, Severus was almost certain it was that one. None of the others would have a use for it, and if it was him using it... That would mean Moody was not Moody, after all.

And Severus was sure the imposter would be the reason Harry's name had come out of the Goblet of Fire. He just had to wait and catch him in a slip-up—there! That flick of tongue over lips was familiar...

He gritted his teeth when he realized.

Barty Crouch Jr.

A low-ranking Death Eater from the first war who was supposedly dead, but what had brought him to Hogwarts?

Was his Lord ready to make his comeback?

Severus would have to find out.

If the Dark Lord was coming back so soon, Severus had to step up the Occlumency lessons so he could begin grooming his son for a place in the Death Eaters.

Because no Prince was going to be the Saviour of the Light.

It was not to be borne.

Severus waited until ‘Moody’ finished his meal and made his excuses, following the man out of the Great Hall.

He followed the man to his office and waited while he went in. He knocked, waited for a response, then opened the door. “I was wondering, Alastor, if you had time for a drink with a colleague. I have some concerns about Potter, I wanted to make sure you were aware of them.” He said, closing the door behind him.

The Auror turned and began rifling through his trunk. “Sure. I believe I’ve got some scotch here somewhere.” He said.

“So. Barty.”

‘Moody’ tensed and slowly turned around. “What did you call me?” He asked.

Severus Prince crossed his arms over his chest and smirked, leaning against the closed office door. “How did you get out of Azkaban?” He asked.

Barty Crouch Jr. scowled at him. “None of your business!”

“Fine. I suppose that’s fair, I wouldn’t have told you, either. Let’s try something else. What does Our Lord want with Harry?” He asked.

Barty smiled. “He just wants a little bit of blood. Just a trickle will do.”

Severus curled his lip. “And if I can procure him an entire vial? Will he cease interest in the Triwizard Tournament and not try to tamper with it further?”

Barty stared at Severus. “Why would you do that?” He asked.

“Oh, that’s easy, Barty. The boy is my son. He’s also the underdog here. I’d like to relieve some of the onus from him by making this Tournament just as dangerous as it was intended to be, rather than far more.” Severus said.

Barty smiled. “Oh, but Our Lord also wants to… Talk to the boy.”

Severus’ glare sharpened. “And he will get the chance to. At another time, once I have had time to talk some sense into the misguided young man. For now, I will get you the blood. You will deliver it to Our Lord. And I will make Harry’s excuses for him until such a time as he is ready to speak for himself. Oh, and as insurance that you won’t tell Our Lord who the boy’s father really is…” Severus cast a tongue-tying spell on the man. “Get rid of your nervous tick, Barty. It’s what gave you away.” He advised as he left the room.

Barty scowled as his tongue poked out to quickly trace his lips again.

*****

Severus sat down and began working on a potion he knew his Lord would require. He wouldn’t want to look as horrible as the ritual he was no doubt thinking to use would make him look, so Severus would brew and store the potion to restore his attractive form, so that he could once again charm people into joining him.

As well as be more anonymous. Aside from the red eyes, which a glamor could cover, he would be able to blend in, since he would look decades younger than he really was.

Severus would make the man appear twenty-five, and since he had worked so hard to become immortal, and had apparently achieved his aim, he would only need to take the potion periodically to retain his youthful form.

Harry could brew it for him, in the future, and pass the recipe down when he aged too far to properly brew the tricky potion.

It would make the Prince line invaluable to the man, after all. And that would keep them alive as long as he was.

*****

Harry came into the room and smiled at Severus. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself. You look well-rested today.” Severus remarked approvingly.

“I took the first half of that bottle last night. Figured I’d need it.” Harry explained.

Severus smirked. “You figured right.” He confirmed. “Now, we will see how well you can resist my intrusions now, with some of that poison purged from your mind. Are you ready?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Legilimens.” Severus slid in, and found mist. There were shapes in the mist, yes, but for a first try, it was not bad. He attempted to grab onto something, and found himself immersed in a memory of Harry clinging to a tree as a large dog barked below him, lunging up in attempts to bite him every few minutes.

Harry managed to throw him out eventually, but Severus had seen most of the memory play out by then. He shook his head. “Not bad, but you can do better, I know you can.” Severus said.

Harry groaned. “Is this supposed to be so hard?” He asked.

“For one like you, who wears their heart on their sleeve, yes, it can be. I did not raise you, so you were not taught to control and manage your emotions properly. We will be rectifying that this year. Again.” He said.

Harry shored up his defences, and nodded.

“Legilimens.” Severus slid in, and it looked a bit better. The shapes were vaguer, less identifiable. He latched onto one, and was drawn into a memory he’d much rather have not seen.

A large, overweight man was pinning a thirteen-year-old, crying Harry to a bed, attempting to remove his pants.

Harry pushed him out quickly this time, and Severus came back to himself to find Harry down on the ground on all fours, tears leaking from his eyes as his thin arms shook.

In fact, his whole body was trembling.

“Sorry.” The boy said through tears. “Sorry, I... That one got away.”

Severus rushed over to the boy and wrapped arms around him.

Harry tensed at first, then relaxed into the hold, burying his face in Severus’ robes as a sob escaped his throat.

Severus held the boy while he cried, softly shushing him and telling him, over and over, “You're safe here. I've got you. You'll never go back. You're safe.”

Harry sobbed for long minutes, until his tears had spent themselves and his shuddering breaths evened out. He pulled back to look at Severus, and had to look away at the furious light in his eyes. “Sorry.” He mumbled again, trying to wriggle out of the hold of the incensed man.

“Not as sorry as he is going to be.” Severus said lowly, tightening his arms. He pressed a quick kiss to the side of Harry's head and released him.

Harry scrambled up, flushing. “What was that for?” He asked.

Severus smiled and shrugged. “I never got to when you were younger, and it seemed like you could use some platonic affection. Besides, the look on your face right now makes it completely worth it.”

Harry chuckled. “Are we going to try again?” He asked.

Severus groaned. “Not until we fix that issue. Seeing that happen once was enough for me. I can’t kill the man, so we have to do something to ensure that I don't.” He said. “What I want you to do, tonight, is to envision a strong, metal box with a lock on it.”

“Like a safe?” Harry asked.

“Precisely.” Severus agreed. “You are going to take every memory of his violations of you, and every nightmare that seems to be more of the same, and you are going to put them in that box. Then lock it up tight. You will still be able to remember them, if the memories get called up by something, but they will be harder to recall overall, and only a skilled Legilimens such as myself would be able to find and get into the box. Furthermore, you are then to hide the box, as deeply in your subconscious as you can go, so I don’t find it and get reminded of why it is there.” He told the boy.

Harry nodded. “Did you ever have to do that, Sir?” He asked curiously.

Severus nodded. “Yes. My father was an abusive drunkard and liked to beat my mother when he drank. He sometimes turned his fists on me while I was young. When Septimius Prince taught me to hide my most troubling memories, this was the method he gave me to do so. It is secure, and only you will be able to open that box. Because to open it, you need to know exactly what it contains. You will be the only one that has the ‘combination,’ so to speak, so there is no worry of myself or anyone looking to harm you tearing it open and spilling the contents out. It will not stop you from having nightmares entirely, but it will lessen the severity of the new damage they do, at least. And after them, you can simply shove them in the box and lock it back up.” Severus said. His voice gentled and he placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. “It will help.” He assured the boy.

Harry nodded. “I believe you, Sir. Am I excused?” He asked.

Severus hummed. “Wait a moment.” He went to the shelves at the back of the classroom and plucked a pearly, bluish potion, handing it to Harry. “All of it. Tonight, please.” He said firmly, pressing it into Harry's hand.

Harry frowned at it. “What is it?” He asked. It was pretty.

“The Sweet Dreams potion. For someone your age with no history like yours, it would likely induce a very realistic wet dream.” Severus explained, and Harry’s face flamed as shocked eyes met Severus’.

He was grinning.

“For someone with an aversion to sex, or someone too young to know about it, it causes the drinker to dream of sweets and other treats. It will keep you nightmare-free tonight, and ensure that your night is pleasant, besides. You'll like it, I promise.” He said in amusement.

Harry snorted. “If you say so.” He pocketed the vial. “Thank you, Sir.” He turned to leave.

“Sweet dreams.” The dour man told him.

“They should be.” Harry shot back as he walked out of the room.

Chapter Text

Severus sighed. He was going to be back to walking his usual tightrope again, serving the Dark Lord and trying to stay in Dumbledore’s good graces at the same time.

The truth of the matter was that he had never stopped serving the Dark Lord, and when he came across Lily’s dead body, he had cast a spell—using the Prince family magic—that he should never have had the strength to cast.

But his grandfather, Septimius, as well as Harry, unbeknownst to Severus, had felt the call, and the three sources pooled together allowed him to cast the spell to detect what had happened in the room.

He watched as Lily faced the Dark Lord, watched as the Dark Lord bade her step aside—three times—before killing her, resigned to the apology he’d have no doubt made to Severus when he got back.

He had tried to spare her. It had been her own foolish choice to sacrifice her own life to save her son’s, and Severus wept again, the tears bitter that time.

He’d been so close to being able to have her, or at least continue to love her from afar, if she chose to reject him again. He could have contented himself with that, if he had needed to.

But no. She had chosen to die for her baby, and Severus had lost his first true friend and dearest love.

But now… He had so much more to live for, to cherish.

How could she have kept his own son from him? She had to know there was a chance it could be his, they had been having their affair up until she had conceived.

Perhaps it was James.

Perhaps he had found out, and made her stop seeing him, and he had claimed the child as his own, despite the fact that any paternity test would dispute that fact.

They obviously never intended to let him undergo one.

But here they were, Harry and Severus, brought together by a happy accident, and Severus would do his part now to make sure wrongs were righted.

Like Harry’s blind allegiance to Dumbledore. Severus thought. That has got to end.

The Dark Lord would welcome another Prince, and if Harry looked so much like James with no blood relation, there was only one possibility: There was a glamor on him. It could be removed, and he would no doubt end up looking very much like Severus.

They would tell the Dark Lord who he was, but perhaps only after he had agreed to give the boy a chance, to stop trying to kill him.

After all, weren’t you supposed to keep your enemies even closer than friends? Surely the Dark Lord would see the sense in turning the situation around and taking a possible foe and turning him into an ally.

At least, Severus could hope.

*****

“I think I may vomit.” Harry said by way of greeting as he sat beside Neville for dinner.

Neville looked at him in mild surprise. “Well, do it that way, then.” He said, indicating Harry’s other side.

Harry laughed wryly. “Really, though, the first task is tomorrow!” He mourned.

“Yes, but you're ready.” Neville said encouragingly. “You've got a plan and you know what to do. You'll be fine.” He said.

Harry got himself some food and began to eat. “I suppose you're right. Got another lesson with Snape tonight.” He added.

Neville made a face. “Good luck with that. How are things going there?” He asked.

Harry smiled. “Pretty good, actually.” He lowered his voice and leaned closer. “Don’t tell anyone, but the ‘remedial potions’ thing is just a cover. He's actually teaching me Occlumency.”

Neville looked impressed. “Wow. Is it going well? That's powerful stuff, but it takes a strong mind.”

“That's what he said. It's actually not going too bad. He's easier to learn from when you're willing to put forth the effort and when you're not actively blowing up a cauldron.” Harry said in amusement.

Neville laughed. “I'll bet.”

“He...” Harry glanced around first to make sure he wasn’t being listened to, then, satisfied, he continued, “He actually helped me out with some pretty heavy stuff, before we really got down to it. He’s a good man, really.”

Neville eyed Harry for a long moment, then nodded. “I’ll take your word for it. Doesn’t make me like him any more, though.”

Harry grinned. “Yeah, nor he you. Don’t worry about it. I’ll be the first to admit he’s a right bastard in class.”

“But if there’s good there, I suppose that’s all that matters.” Neville said lightly.

Harry nodded and their conversation moved on to other things.

“Well,” Harry said once dinner had died down, “Got to be off. Lesson time.” He said lightly.

Neville hummed his agreement. “Don’t be too late coming back. You’ll need your full eight hours tonight, at least.” He said.

Harry nodded. “Don’t worry, I’ll get it.” He assured the other teen.

He hurried down to Severus’ classroom and walked in. Severus was sitting cross-legged on the floor, wearing sweats.

Harry saw his robes thrown over a chair, but he couldn’t have been wearing those under them all day long!

“I wasn’t. I changed before dinner.” Severus answered his unvoiced question. “Come. Sit with me.” He patted the floor in front of him.

Harry frowned. “How did—”

“I know what you were thinking?” Severus cut him off, amused.

“Well, yeah.”

“Your every thought is evident on your face. I will teach you better, but that will be later. For now, I’m going to teach you a skill that will help you guard your mind. I believe you have never felt a moment of true peace, have you?” Severus asked.

Harry shook his head. “No, Sir. Not really.” He confirmed, taking a seat in front of Severus, facing him.

Severus nodded. “We will be meditating. Close your eyes, and focus on your breathing. Let mundane thoughts and cares slip away, and just be for a while.” He said calmly.

Harry closed his eyes and began breathing deeply and evenly, like Severus was.

Thoughts of the Triwizard Tournament and classes tried to intrude, and he wondered idly what purpose this served, exactly.

“Focus, Harry.” The man repeated, as if sensing his thoughts.

Harry felt himself flush. “Sorry.” He whispered.

“Don’t apologize. Just breathe.” Severus told him firmly.

Harry tried again to clear his mind. He focused intently on his breathing.

In, hold, out. In, hold, out. Steady and sure. One breath after another.

After several long moments, Severus spoke in a whisper. “Do you feel that?” He asked.

Harry frowned. “What?”

“That serenity inside.”

Harry paused, then, “Yeah.” He said in realization.

It wasn’t until that moment that he realized he’d been tense, for one reason or another, as long as he could remember.

And it had taken meditating with Severus to finally teach him what calm felt like.

“I want you to meditate every time things seem to be getting to be too much for you. If you feel you absolutely must, you may come see me, but do not get caught. It will help you. Now that you know what true calm feels like, I want you to let that feeling fill you up.” He stood. “And prepare yourself.”

Harry gulped and called up the feeling of peace and contentment and held it in his mind, not letting anything else ruin it.

He felt Severus slip in and go searching, and focused on that calm feeling, holding onto it for dear life.

Severus was twisting around inside him, searching for something, but he wasn’t pulling up any memories this time! Was Harry really doing it?!

Then, he was watching his first Occlumency lesson again, and he groaned.

Severus pulled out of the memory and chuckled. “Just couldn’t hold it anymore, huh?” He teased.

“I did much better this time!” Harry said excitedly.

Severus nodded. “Yes, you did. I am proud of you. Though, if you ever tell anyone I said those words to you, I will deny it until my dying day.” He said in amusement.

Harry laughed.

“We have thirty minutes, and you know enough to keep most people out, though it will take you some time to attain my level of skill. We will keep trying to better you, of course, but first, there is a conversation I wanted to have with you.” Severus said, sitting in a chair in front of a desk.

Harry took the chair behind it. “What kind of conversation, Sir?”

“A serious, important one. About loyalty.” Severus said solemnly.

Harry nodded. “Alright.”

“You know that in this world, there is both a light faction, and a dark one, right?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah. Dumbledore leads the light one and Voldemort, the dark.” He said.

“Please do not use his name in front of me. You may call him the Dark Lord, but do not call him that in front of anyone else.” Severus said.

Harry nodded again. “Sorry.” He said.

Severus merely nodded his acceptance of Harry’s apology. “Now, what values would you say the light espouses?” He asked.

Harry frowned. “Well, they don’t like dark magic. They like loyalty.”

“Both sides like loyalty, though only the light will ask for it blindly.” Severus corrected.

“Oh.” Harry thought again. “Well, the light likes love.”

“Again, both sides value it. Though the dark can sometimes hide it rather well, and they share theirs only with those they trust, while the light side will give theirs more readily.” Severus told him.

“The light doesn’t kill.” Harry said sharply.

Severus smiled slowly. “Ah. But they do. When it suits their purpose. Did you know, that during the first war, the Aurors were given licence to shoot to kill, if the target was a Death Eater? Your father killed a good deal of men.” He revealed.

“They were bad men!” Harry told him. “And he’s not my father, remember?!”

Severus nodded. “Sorry. James Potter, then. But, Harry, they were still men. A lot of them had families they loved, people that would miss them. And their lives were taken with hardly a thought to that.”

“They were killing people, too!” Harry said sharply.

“They were.” Severus agreed. “They were killing Muggles, though. Not wizards and witches.”

Harry frowned. “Well, that may be true, but Muggles are people, too.”

“Do you know what kinds of Muggles the Dark Lord had people go after? Did you ever ask Dumbledore?” Severus asked him.

Harry shook his head.

“I will tell you, then. The Dark Lord only sent his Death Eaters after Muggles that had harmed a witch or wizard. Other magical people were not to be harmed, unless they got in the way. Even then, the Death Eaters were instructed, whenever possible, to shoot non-lethally, only.” Severus told him.

“Were you a Death Eater?” Harry asked.

Severus smiled thinly. “Perhaps. My point is, Harry, that both sides of the war we are currently on hold from had their dark underbelly. Both sides were in the wrong at times. You need to think long and hard about which side you plan to help. The light will ask for blind allegiance, and they will keep things from you, for your own good. The dark will answer any questions you have to the best of their ability so you can make an informed choice, and they ask only that you ask them before you betray the dark.”

Harry swallowed nervously, then whispered, “Do you want me to go dark?”

Severus shook his head. “I don’t care which you pick, except that I want you to make an informed choice. I walk both sides, Harry. I am a man of two leaders. When you make your decision, I will reveal which side has my true loyalty, and if you choose to fight me in the end, so be it. We will fight, and one of us will emerge victorious. Don’t tell anyone else about this, though. Think on it. Next week, we will practice Occlumency a bit more, and then have another discussion. By then, you will have had time to come up with questions, questions that I will do my best to answer. Do not choose a side until you have all the pertinent information, or at least enough to stand firm in your choice. I will still care for you either way. You will always be my son, no matter your choice. I just don’t want you going into either side blindly. Only fools do that, and Princes are not a family of fools.” He said, standing. “Now, it’s time for you to get to bed. Do you need dreamless sleep?” He offered.

Harry shook his head. “No, thank you, Sir. I saved the other half of the bottle for tonight.”

Severus smiled. “A wise choice. Get some sleep, and think on our discussion tomorrow. After you face whatever danger they’re putting you in.” He said.

Harry sighed. “It’s dragons.” He muttered.

Severus hummed. “I’m not even going to ask how you know that. Good night, Harry.”

Harry turned to leave, mind whirling with information. “Good night, Severus.” He said, heading back toward Gryffindor Tower.

Chapter Text

Harry was confused, to say the least, when he woke up the next day, but he showered and dressed, chatting with Neville like always as his thoughts whirled within him.

Severus had told him several things that didn’t quite mesh with what he had heard so far.

But what he had heard so far had come only from light witches and wizards, and he was old enough to understand that any side would paint their views in the best possible light, covering up any secrets that made them look… Questionable.

So what was he supposed to believe?

The same old thing he'd been led to believe, or the new information Severus was giving him?

Severus said he'd get a chance to ask questions at their next lesson, which would be in two days' time.

And boy did he have questions!

Harry tried to eat, really, he did, but all he managed was some toast and tea before McGonagall was collecting him for the task.

He walked into the tent and picked his dragon from the bag.

The horntail.

Bagman tried to offer him help, but Harry turned him down and the man left in a rush, having heard the announcement of the judges.

Harry sat, and waited, listening to the crowd gasping and chattering and roaring with approval or excitement. He wished, again, that he was allowed to watch and sit this whole thing out as a normal student, but when it was his turn, he squared his shoulders and marched to his doom, clutching his wand tightly.

The dragon was at the opposite end of the enclosure and Harry walked about halfway to her before he realized something—he could understand about half of the words—which were really roars—coming out of her mouth.

He ignored her angry tirade and summoned his broom, deciding he'd talk it over with Severus later. It was strange, yes, but when had his life ever been anything but?

His broom appeared and he mounted it, kicking off and flying over to the angry dragon, circling overhead.

She roared in rage, eyes tracking him as he tried to lure her off the eggs.

He stayed just out of range of her blasts of fire, and he could tell she wanted to chase him—and probably crunch the annoying human between her jaws.

He circled higher and higher and eventually, she rose off the eggs, following him. He lured her up further, far enough that he could leave himself enough time to dive and grab the egg.

After he got her high enough, he went into a steep dive and the mother dragon shrieked as he dove for her eggs.

He dodged a fire blast, got grazed by her sharp tail, and grabbed the egg before darting out of the way as she covered her eggs and shot another blast of fire his way.

Got it. He thought in exhausted triumph, heading into the tent he was being herded toward, clutching the egg.

Poppy Pomfrey was livid—and understandably so—as she bustled from student to student, healing burns and scrapes and who knew what else.

“What about you, dear? Oh, a tiny burn, and looks like a horn caught you. I'll fix you right up.” She said fondly to Harry.

Harry gave her a thankful smile. “Thanks, Madam Pomfrey. Say, do you ever get tired of seeing me?” He asked.

Poppy chuckled. “Tired of you? Of course not! You're a wonderful boy, I just wish you weren’t under my care quite so much, is all. Sit tight, you can go get your scores in a minute, once that gouge heals up.” She told him.

Harry stayed put while his skin quickly knitted together and headed out of the medical tent just as two people were coming in—Ron and Hermione.

“Oh, Harry, thank goodness you’re all right! I’ve been so worried!” Hermione said, throwing her arms around his neck in a hug.

Harry stiffened a bit at the unexpected contact, but hugged her back after a moment. She at least hadn’t been throwing him the venomous glares Ron had been.

Ron looked sheepish. “Harry, whoever put your name in that Goblet… I think they mean for you to die.” He said nervously.

Harry glared at him. “Oh, so you've finally realized that, have you? Took you long enough.”

Ron stared at the ground. “I’m sorry.” He mumbled.

Harry had the urge to answer with “You're right, you are sorry.” But quashed it before the angry, spiteful words could make it out of his mouth.

“It’s fine, forget it. We’re good. But if you do that again, you’re not getting another chance.” He aimed a hard glare at Hermione, too. “That goes for both of you.” He said.

Hermione nodded. “I tried, Harry, but he wouldn’t budge, and I didn’t want to be stuck between you two during a fight. I’ve had to do it before, and it was awful!” She said.

Harry sighed. “Next time you pick a side, stick to it. Pick the side you want to stay on, because it'll be the choice you’re stuck with. But for now, we’re good.” He finished lightly.

Hermione nodded, slowly. “Alright.” She said heavily.

Ron clapped Harry on the back. “That was brilliant flying, though!” He said, impressed.

Hermione laughed shakily. “Ron, every time he gets on a broom, he’s brilliant.” She pointed out.

“True.” Ron agreed. “But that was something else!” He said in awe.

Harry smiled. He had his friends back.

Life was good.

*****

There was a party in the common room when they made it back and Harry spent half the time catching up with Hermione and Ron, then made his excuses and went to hunt down Neville.

“Nev!” Harry said when he found the teen at the punch bowl. “Hey. Been hiding from me?”

Neville offered him a small smile. “You've got Ron and Hermione back now.” He said sadly. “You don’t need me anymore.”

Harry's mouth dropped open in shock. “Neville, you know that's not true! You're my friend as much as they are; more so, even, because you stuck beside me when they didn’t! I’m not going to just drop you like that! You know that’s not the kind of person I am!”

Neville’s smile lost the sadness around the edges, looking more hopeful. “Really?” He asked.

Harry snorted. “Come on, let’s get back to the twins. They wanted to talk to me, but I escaped to find you.” He explained.

Neville laughed softly. “You’re a great friend, Harry.” He said.

Harry gave him a smile. “I try to be.” He said humbly.

*****

“Can I tell Neville, Ron and Hermione that you’re my father? I want them to know.” Harry said upon entering the classroom Friday for his next Occlumency lesson.

Severus gave him a sharp look. “Do you think they can handle that knowledge responsibly?” He asked.

Harry bit his lip. “Hermione and Neville can. Hermione doesn’t gossip, and Neville’s steadfast and can keep secrets. Ron… Has a temper.” He said hesitantly.

Severus sighed. “I can teach you a spell in case he doesn’t take it well. It's a grey spell, but not illegal. Merely frowned upon, in the lightest of circles. It shouldn’t get you in trouble.” He offered.

Harry frowned, but nodded, accepting the offer. “That might be best.” He said.

Severus smiled grimly, “I believe it will be. He is volatile, and hates me fiercely.”

“I hope it doesn’t come to that.” Harry said quietly.

Severus nodded. “As do I. Now, it is called the tongue-tying charm, and it will keep that one secret safe, but let him say anything related to it that he wants. The other like spell is the lip-locker, which will make his silence on the topic absolute, but it is… Darker.” He explained.

Harry gripped his wand, nodding. “The tongue-tying charm, then.” He said.

Severus smirked. “The other one was an explanation, not an offer.” He said in amusement.

Harry snorted. “I’m not surprised.” He shot back.

“The wand movement is a sweeping motion, over the mouth, and can be cast before you tell the secret, if there is question about him spilling it afterward. Keep the secret you want protected in your mind as you cast.” Severus instructed, and Harry nodded. “The incantation is ‘secretum tutum.’”

Harry mumbled it.

Severus nodded. “Be sure you pronounce it correctly.” He said.

Harry nodded.

“Now, would you like to practice your Occlumency, or get straight to your questions?” Severus asked.

Harry sighed. “Let’s see if I can keep you out first. Dumbledore’s been trying to catch my eye in the Great Hall lately.” He said in resignation.

Severus' lips thinned. “A good choice, then. Legilimens.” He dove in.

Harry quickly called up the feeling of calm and felt the memory Severus had been grasping at slide out of his reach. He mentally cheered and continued holding to that feeling, feeling Severus’ mental probing get stronger.

He felt the man grasp onto a memory tightly, and before he could get it free, he fell into it.

Draco was standing across from him, wand drawn and pointed at him, while he tried to talk down a snake that was inching closer to his classmate by degrees.

Severus’ interest sharpened as he heard the snake talk in English, and Harry respond. He watched the memory play out fully, then retreated. “Interesting.” He murmured. “It always sounds like English to you?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “Always has, always will.” He answered.

Severus hummed. “Either way, you are good enough to keep the Headmaster out.” He assured Harry, who sighed in relief.

“Good.”

“Now,” Severus pulled a chair over and sat behind the same desk they'd used last time. “I'm sure you have questions for me.”

Harry nodded. “Oh, do I ever.” He confirmed.

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Harry drew a deep breath, then, “You said Vo-the Dark Lord doesn’t kill.” He said, before adding, “He killed James and my Mum, didn’t he?”

Severus sighed. Of course that would be the first question. “He doesn’t kill normally.” He corrected himself. “But this time, it concerned a prophecy. He will kill if the alternative is ending up dead himself. There are always exceptions to the rule. If you will, the exceptions that prove the rule.”

Harry frowned. “So he killed them to prove he didn’t kill magical folk? That makes no sense.” He said.

“He killed them because he felt he needed to make a clean job of it. They  could have always conceived another child that would have fulfilled the prophecy. He did try to let your Mother live, because I requested he do so. He asked her to step aside three separate times before he killed her.”

Harry shook his head. “No, I hear him killing them when dementors are near.”

Severus’ interest sharpened at those words.

“He never asks her to step aside, just kills her.” Harry told the man.

“Hold that memory in your mind. I’m going to take a look, because I saw what happened that night, and that is not how it went.” Severus said, drawing his wand.

Harry held onto the memory of her begging and the subsequent cry of Avada Kedavra.

Severus growled as he listened. “Do you ever wonder why you only get sound, and not visual on this?”

Harry shook his head. “No, I just assumed because I was a baby—”

“You should still see her back and the Dark Lord around it. This memory has been tampered with. I will fix it.” Severus said, his voice coming from in front of Harry as well as within his mind. There was a rummaging, a sharp pain, and a feeling like a cork popping out of a bottle, then he heard, “Not Harry! Not Harry! Please — I’ll do anything —”

“Stand aside. Stand aside, girl!”

He could see Lily Potter, wand outstretched before her, trembling in fear as she faced down a handsome, but aging, man. With red eyes.

Tom Riddle.

Harry watched as he asked her one last time to stand down, and she shook her head frantically.

Then, he sighed in defeat, and killed her, looking pained.

Why would he look so upset over it? Unless Severus was telling the truth, and he tried to let magical people live whenever possible.

He’d tried to let Lily live.

Harry’s face crumpled and he cried.

Severus cursed and got up, rounding the table to take the teen into his arms. “Shh, it’s all right. I know, it’s a shock. Let it out.”

Harry cried for a few minutes, then pulled himself together. “I’m fine. It’s just—She could have lived.”

Severus nodded. “Yes. I understand, it’s hard. But that is life, sometimes. You have to take the bitter pain with the great triumphs.” He said wisely.

Harry took a shuddering breath. “Alright, so he tries not to kill. What about Muggleborns?” He asked.

Severus frowned. “What about them?” He asked.

“Dumbledore told me he hates them. Wants to cull them all.” Harry said.

“No.” Severus said slowly. “He wants to teach them our ways, and make sure they follow them, but he doesn’t want them dead. Are those the lies Dumbledore’s feeding people? No wonder people are afraid to join the Dark Lord, he makes him sound like a madman!” Severus said.

Harry laughed. “I thought so, too. It’s why I sided with Dumbledore.”

Severus sighed, burying his face in his hands. “How about you just forget everything you’ve heard and make your own decisions with what you know?” He asked.

Harry laughed again. “You’ll answer questions as they come up?”

“Of course.” Severus said.

“Sounds good to me. So far, I’m liking the Dark more. They don’t have a history of lying to me.” Harry said firmly.

Severus nodded. “And they won’t, they want you informed. It serves no purpose to lie but to make others angry later. And an angry wizard can be a dangerous thing.”

“I’m siding with the Dark, for now. I may change my mind later.” Harry said.

“That’s fine, I won’t hold you to your choice if you can give me the reason you’re changing your mind. I will listen. However, now that you have decided… I support the Dark faction.” Severus said.

Harry nodded. “I thought so.”

“And there is something I wanted to ask of you. It may help you get through this tournament unharmed.” Severus said.

Harry frowned. “What?”

“I need a vial of your blood.” Severus said, pulling out a vial.

Harry stared at it. “Blood.” He said flatly. “For what?”

Severus pressed his lips together, then told him, “The Dark Lord needs it. To return.”

“Oh.” Harry eyed the vial. “And we want that, do we?”

Severus smiled a little. “We do.” He said in amusement.

“Oh, fine. I’ll even agree to meet him, to talk, but I’m not joining him just yet.” Harry said, holding his arm out to Severus.

Severus carefully made a cut and started filling the vial. “The Dark Lord does not induct anyone underage. So don’t worry, you have a few years yet before he would even consider Marking you. But he will be interested in talking, I’m sure.”

Harry watched the blood filling the vial. “How do you know he needs the blood?”

Severus grunted. “There’s a Death Eater in Hogwarts this year.” He answered. “I can’t tell you who.” He said shortly.

“I figure I already know.” Harry said. “Moody?” He guessed.

“Sort of. That's all I'll say. For now.” Severus said.

“I guess that’s fine. Why does he want my blood?” Harry asked.

“Blood of the enemy. He probably wants to use it forcibly taken, but there is another ritual he can use. It requires blood of the ally, willingly given, and I will tell our Death Eater to use that one, instead. It will, after all, get better results than the one he was planning to use.” Severus said.

“Oh! Another thing!” Harry said, remembering the task.

Severus looked at him curiously. “Yes?” He asked, capping the vial and slipping it into his pocket before healing the cut.

“I could understand the dragon, partially. Is dragon-speak like parseltongue?” He asked.

Severus shook his head. “No. But the Prince line has a rare creature in our line. You may end up becoming a dracken, when you are older.” He said, sounding slightly awed. “It’s rare, and requires great reserves of magic to activate the latent gene.” He smiled widely. “The Dark Lord will be overjoyed to have the chance at a dracken for an ally.”

Harry snorted. “Oh, wonderful.” He drawled. “When will that happen, then?” He asked.

Severus hummed and shook his head. “It’s hard to say. Most creature inheritances activate at seventeen, and this one is no different, but drackens do sometimes inherit early, if they need the power boost. So, really, it could be any time.”

“Great.” Harry groaned, laying his head on the desk. “So basically it could happen at any time between now and three years from now—”

“It will hit on your birthday. You will be with me, so don’t worry.” Severus said.

Harry smiled. “Alright, then. I guess I’ll be fine.” He said happily, thinking of a Dursley-free summer. And rest of his life.

“Yes, you will be. You should probably get to your common room. Curfew is in half an hour.” Severus informed him.

Harry’s eyes widened and he stood. “Okay, see you Monday!” He said.

Severus smiled. “I will see you then. If you need more dreamless sleep, you may come to see me.” He offered.

Harry smiled. “Thanks! I’ll be by if I have trouble!” He said, then left in a hurry. He jogged all the way back to Gryffindor Tower and rushed in, gathering Ron, Hermione and Neville. “I just got permission to tell you all something, but Ron, you need a secrecy charm on you or I can’t tell you.” He said, once they were alone in the boy’s dorm.

Ron scowled. “Why only me?” He asked.

Harry bit his lip. “Because it’s a secret, and I don’t know that you’re going to react well. You probably won’t, and I can’t have it getting out. You’re the type to run off at the mouth if you don’t like something. Please, I want you to know, but it can only be this way. Either I use the spell, or I can’t tell you. It’s not only my secret to tell.” He added.

Ron huffed. “Fine.” He crossed his arms and glared as Harry cast the spell on him. “There. Happy?”

Harry smiled. “Mostly. Alright, it’s about the article that came out when I got the different crests on my genealogy test. I know who my father is. My real father.” He added.

All three teens smiled back at him.

“Harry, that’s great!” Hermione said excitedly. “So is he still alive?”

Harry laughed. “Oh, very much so.” He said. “In fact, you all know him.”

Neville hummed. “Snape.” He said softly.

Harry looked at him in shock. “How did you know?”

Ron’s face darkened. “What?! No, you can’t be his son!” He shouted.

“And why not?” Harry asked.

“Because! He’s vile! Harry, you hate him!” Ron shouted some more.

Harry sighed. “And this is why the secrecy spell. At least you can’t tell everyone.” He said in resignation.

“I can’t even look at you right now.” Ron spat, and left the room.

Harry sighed and looked at Hermione. “Going with him?” He asked.

Hermione pressed her lips together and shook her head. “No, Harry, I’m not. He’s being unreasonable.”

Harry smiled. “I’m glad, because I had more to tell you, and I’m probably not going to take him back as my friend after this. I don’t need fair-weather friends.” He added. “Now, he’s been giving me Occlumency lessons, and he helped me deal with some things... I don’t want to talk about. But the main point is, he’s not letting me go back to the Dursleys!” He cheered.

Hermione lunged forward and threw her arms around his neck. “Oh, Harry, that’s wonderful news! You’re finally free!” She said happily.

Neville smiled. “That really is great. Will you be happy with him instead?” He asked as Hermione drew back.

Harry nodded. “You know, I really think I will.” He said.

“Well, I’m happy for you! Are you going to go to his house for Christmas?” Hermione asked.

Harry shrugged. “Don’t know. He hasn’t asked yet, and I don’t think I’m going to bring it up. But it is nice getting to know him. And having a dad to go to finally.” He said.

Neville smiled sadly. “Wish I had that.” He said softly.

“You can borrow mine!” Harry offered. “We’ll share!”

Neville shook his head frantically. “No, you know what, I’m fine with Gran. Really.” He said.

The three teens laughed.

“Anyway, don’t tell anyone, because Dumbledore still doesn’t know he’s my father. And we don’t want him to know. Not just yet.” Harry said solemnly.

“Well, he won’t hear it from me!” Hermione said.

Neville shook his head. “Me neither.” He confirmed.

“Great!” Harry said. “Now let’s get down there and see the damage.” He said sombrely.

They went down to find Ron sitting alone, fuming.

Dean and Seamus came over. “What’s with Ron? He tried to tell us what was the matter, but he couldn’t quite get the words out. Started babbling instead.” Seamus said.

Harry snorted. “That’s because it’s not his secret to spill.” He gave Hermione and Neville a look that clearly meant, ‘See? I knew this would happen.’

Dean shrugged. “Whatever your secret is, Harry, we know you’ll tell us when it’s time. And we can wait.” He said, patting Harry on the back before they walked away.

“Anyway, I have potions work to get done. He’ll kill me if I don’t get it in on time.” Harry said, getting his work out.

“Well, it’s good to see he’s not favouring you.” Hermione said.

“Of course not.” Harry muttered. “I’m not a Slytherin.”

Neville chuckled quietly.

“Should get re-sorted.” Harry added.

Hermione frowned. “Oh, don’t do that!” She said. “We’d miss you!”

Harry looked at Neville, who nodded his agreement. He smiled. “Don’t worry, I’ll stick with you guys.” He said. “Besides, I’m comfortable here. The Slytherin dorms are cold.”

Chapter Text

Severus walked into Barty Crouch's office and offered him the vial of blood. “Here.”

Barty took it. “Forcibly taken?” He asked.

Severus shook his head. “Blood of an ally, freely given. Harry knows what it is for, and consents to its use. He also wants to support us.”

Barty’s eyes met Severus' in shock. “How did you manage that?” He asked.

Severus smiled. “I answered his questions and told him the truth. Plus, he already doesn’t trust Dumbledore. The boy is smarter than he lets on.” He revealed.

Barty nodded slowly. “The ritual will require some reworking.” He murmured.

Severus held out a scroll. “This one will work. It will require two things of his imbued with his magical signature be placed in the cauldron with him. I would not suggest his wand, as the items will be consumed.” He warned.

Barty frowned. “I’m sure he knows of something we can use.” He said.

“You will have it done by Christmas?” Severus checked.

Barty shrugged. “Maybe.” He said. “By New Years, at least. Thanks to your help.”

“I look forward to it.” Severus told him, then left.

*****

Barty knelt in front of his Lord and showed him the vial. “Severus was able to procure you Potter's blood, My Lord, but there is an alteration. He supplied us with a different ritual, because this is actually ‘blood of an ally, freely given.’ We will need two items with your magical signature on them. They will be consumed.”

Voldemort nodded slowly. “I will send Wormtail to retrieve one tomorrow. I have another right here.” He said softly, glancing over at the cup he'd been siphoning magic out of slowly. He'd have to stop that and the ritual would need to be moved up a bit, but he was ready now. He didn’t want to stay in this wretched body any longer. “We will do this thing next week. And then I will be ready to begin our work again.” He said. “Talking to Potter will be a first move. The boy is continuing to surprise me. I must find out how Severus changed his mind about us.” He said, pleased as well as confused.

*****

Dumbledore frowned, watching the Gryffindor table.

Something had happened.

Harry was sitting with Neville and Hermione, which was fine, he supposed, but Ronald Weasley was sitting at the end of the table with the first years, not talking to anyone.

What had happened between the two boys to make Harry shun Ron so? He had never done this before.

And Ron looked furious.

Dumbledore decided it was high time he have another chat with Harry. If that didn’t work out, he would have to try and get Ron’s side of things.

One way or another, he intended to make sure Harry stayed friends with the boy. He needed Harry to be under the influence of the Weasleys. They were some of his staunchest supporters, and would keep Harry firmly planted in the light. He didn’t need the boy straying, and he was so like the young Tom Riddle. He could easily slip if he wasn’t firmly led.  

He finished his meal and went into his office, writing a quick note and sending it with Fawkes to Harry, waiting for the boy.

He smiled when Harry walked in and took his usual seat. “Harry, my boy! How are you?” He asked genially.

Harry smiled, though it looked somewhat forced. “I’m fine, Sir.”

“You seem to be having another row with Mr. Weasley. Would you like to tell me about it? I might be able to help out.” Dumbledore offered.

Harry shook his head. “I don’t think you can, Sir.” He said, meeting Dumbledore’s eyes for just long enough for Dumbledore to discover the boy knew some Occlumency. Enough to keep him out, at least.

Dumbledore’s teeth clenched. Damn Severus! “Are you sure, Harry? What happened? You were always the best of friends.”

Harry sighed, looking down at the hands folded in his lap. “Well, I told him a secret, Sir. And he took it badly. I don’t think there’s anything I can do to fix things, and I’m not so sure I want to. I’m better off without friends that are so willing to drop someone over something so stupid.” He said.

“I see.” Dumbledore murmured, thoughtfully. “Would you mind telling me what this secret was?”

Harry shook his head. “I can’t, Sir. It’s not only my secret to tell.” He explained.

Dumbledore nodded his acceptance, even though the boy shouldn’t have any secrets from him. He was only trying to help. “Very well. You may go. I will see you later, my boy.” He said kindly.

Harry gave him another small, not-quite-sincere smile. “See you, Sir.”

Dumbledore would have to get the rest of the story from Ronald Weasley, it seemed.

*****

Harry walked into ‘Moody's office and got the man's attention.

“Yes, boy? What do you want?” He asked.

Harry sat in front of the desk. “I know a bit about you from Severus, but I'd like to know more. I have a free block right now that I know coincides with one of yours. We can talk, or I can tell Dumbledore you're not Moody, and you can go. Your choice.” He said lightly, with a courage he was not feeling. His bravado paid off, though, when the man sighed.

“What do you want to know, Potter?” He asked.

Harry tilted his head and considered the man, then shook his head. “Not who you really are, that's not important right now. How is… The Dark Lord doing?” He asked. “When will he be returning? Do I need to be involved in any other way?”

Barty stared at the boy, incredulous. Was he really worried about the Dark Lord? What had changed? “He is… Well. He will be doing the ritual to return on Saturday next. You have served your purpose. Unless… Do you want to attend his resurrection? You can do it under a disillusionment charm if you aren’t quite ready to talk with him yet, but it might be beneficial to see what your blood does for him.”

Harry fidgeted. “I will go, but I have something I trust more than your charm. I will need you to Apparate me there and back, though.” He said.

Barty smiled. “I can do that for you. He won't even know you're there. I won’t tell. You can just observe.” He promised.

Harry nodded. “I’m going to trust you this once. If you let me down or lie to me, you will have to deal with Severus as well as me. I may not be very scary, but if you're a smart man, you know to fear him.” He warned.

Barty paled. “Yes, I know Severus well enough to be wary of him. I'll make sure you get there and back safely.”

“Good. This will be our secret. Don’t tell Severus.” Harry said with a smile before leaving the room.

He knew this was risky, but he was prepared to deal with any situations that arose. Not involving Severus made it doubly dangerous, but he knew his father wouldn’t let him go. And Harry was nothing if not an irrepressible rule-breaker. If Severus wasn’t already expecting something like this, he would learn better soon enough.

Harry's situation may have changed, but his personality was still the same.

He headed back to the common room and took a seat next to Neville. “What are you working on?”

Neville hummed. “Charms. Did you finish yours?” He asked.

Harry pulled it out and handed it over. “Paraphrase anything you don’t already have. Got Herbology finished?”

Neville snorted, rummaging around in his bag and handing his over. “Same.” He told Harry.

Harry nodded and began looking for new information. He found several points he hadn’t added and both he and Neville were able to finish their essays.

“Where’s Ron?” Harry asked, noticing a certain lack of redhead anywhere in the tower.

“Meeting with Dumbledore.” Neville answered.

Harry cursed. “He knows Legilimency! Does Ron know Occlumency?”

Neville shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

Harry groaned. “Great. Dumbledore is going to find out Severus is my father. What’s he going to do about it?” He asked.

Neville shrugged. “Dunno, but is it really so bad? He trusts Snape, otherwise he wouldn’t have the man working here, right? He can’t honestly think he’s going to be a bad influence on you or anything.” He said pragmatically.

“I guess you're right.” Harry agreed, thought the tone was reluctant. “We'll just have to hope for the best, I suppose.”

*****

Dumbledore indicated for Ron to take the seat in front of him.

Ron sat, looking uneasy.

“How are you, Mr. Weasley?” Dumbledore asked.

“Er, I’m fine, Sir.” He answered.

“Good, good. I’ve noticed you seem to have had a falling-out with young Harry. I asked him about it, but he was most tight-lipped about the whole situation. Would you kind giving me your version of events? I admit that the animosity between you is rather startling when you two were as close as you were.” Dumbledore gazed at him expectantly.

“His Dad! It's—” Ron started babbling nonsense words, and Dumbledore frowned.

“A tongue-tying charm, of course.” Dumbledore sighed. “I can pluck the information from your mind if you concentrate on it. With your permission?” He asked, drawing his wand.

Ron nodded eagerly.

Dumbledore delved into his mind and immediately found the source of the contention. So Severus was the boy's true father. Interesting, Dumbledore thought as he pulled back out.

“I see.” He said mildly. “While you may dislike Professor Snape, surely you can put your personal feelings on the matter aside for the sake of your friendship? Harry needs friends like you, to keep him connected to the ideals that are right and just. Your family are the perfect people to do that, but you have to keep close to him to be able to help him. Could you try, for me?” Dumbledore asked. “I am not asking you to like or trust Professor Snape, just keep Harry close to you. He needs support, as Voldemort grows ever stronger.” He said, ignoring the boy's flinch at the name.

“I… I guess I can try. I don’t want Harry going Dark, or anything. I need to do what I can to prevent that, I guess.” Ron said mulishly.

Dumbledore smiled. “Thank you, Mr. Weasley. That means a lot to me. You may go now.”

Ron quickly left the room, heading back to Gryffindor Tower.

Chapter Text

Harry and Neville were deep in hushed conversation with Hermione, discussing how Harry should broach the topic of leaving the school with Severus for Christmas when Ron came back. He strode up to the group and cleared his throat.

“Harry, can I talk to you? In private?” He asked.

Harry frowned. “Why?” He asked suspiciously.

Ron flushed. “I wanted to… Apologize. For flying off the handle like I did. And see if we can still be friends.” He muttered, staring at his feet.

“Oh.” Harry said lightly, then added, “No, thanks. I know, now, who my real friends are.” He told the boy. “But I accept your apology. Thank you for being big enough to own up to doing something wrong. That takes character.” He said, then turned back to Hermione, dismissing Ron wordlessly.

Ron's face reached an impressive shade of red, Neville being the only one to notice, and he spun on his heel and stormed away.

Harry noticed Neville watching Ron a few minutes later. “Nev? What’s up?”

Neville cleared his throat. “Ron is angrier than I’ve ever seen him before at you. I’d watch your back if I were you.” He suggested.

Harry winced. “Warning noted. Thanks.”

Hermione nibbled her lip nervously. “You don’t think he'd actually try anything, do you?” She asked worriedly.

Harry snorted. “Even if he did, his offense is no match for my defence skills. I'll be fine. Unless someone else steps in and helps him out.” He added.

“I hope there’s no reason to worry, but you know how he is. He can try to make your life miserable. It’s possible he might succeed.” Neville told Harry. “Just be careful around him. And try not to provoke him any further than you already have. That’s all I’m saying.”

Harry nodded. “Will do.” He lowered his voice again. “Do you suppose he has a Manor? Or did the Prince family not have one?”

Neville snorted. “Oh, no, Harry. They had one. It should have passed to him, you just have to ask. They weren’t part of the sacred twenty-eight, but they were still very well-to-do.” He told Harry.

Harry nodded. “I'll ask, then. Next time I see him. Alone.” He amended.

*****

Severus walked up to the gargoyle guarding the office and snapped the password, wondering, not for the first time, why he was being summoned.

He entered the office and Albus smiled at him. “My boy!”

Severus visibly bristled at the term and gritted his teeth. “Albus.” He returned tightly. “What is the problem?”

Albus’ smile didn’t slip for a second. “There’s no problem, Severus, quite the opposite, I got some wonderful news just yesterday!”

Severus fought back a sigh at the pussyfooting around the subject. Albus was always like this. “What news would that be?”

Albus’ mood grew solemn, and he asked, quietly and curiously, “Why didn’t you tell me you were Harry’s father?”

Severus’ blood ran cold. “Where did you hear that?” He asked sharply.

Albus smiled again. “Hear? Nowhere. I actually plucked the knowledge from young Mr. Weasley’s mind, with his permission, of course.”

Severus nearly rolled his eyes at his own oversight, but instead simply muttered, “Of course,” in reluctant agreement.

“So why did you keep that fact, and that of your reinstatement as Lord Prince, from me? For so long?” Albus added reprovingly.

Severus sighed. “The reinstatement I kept from you because I was ashamed of the reason for it by the time I came to you.” He told the man.

Albus nodded slowly. “Septimius reinstated you for joining the Death Eaters, I take it?”

“Yes.” Severus answered.

“And Harry’s parentage? Surely you know that I approve of the boy finding a parental figure, and one such as you, nothing makes me happier for you both! There was no need to keep that from me.” Albus told him.

Severus shook his head. “I was going to tell you soon. Before the Christmas break. I just wanted him and I to have some time to forge something of a relationship as father and son without eyes on us. No matter whose they happened to be.”

“I see. I suppose that is commendable. Now that I know I can ease things somewhat for you both. You are permitted to take him off the grounds on days when he has no classes to attend, if you wish. I will ask that you keep me apprised of where you intend to go, but I can trust you with the safety of your own flesh and blood.” Albus said cheerfully.

Severus looked surprised, but recovered quickly. “Thank you, Albus. I will take the opportunity to get to know him better away from school. In a less formal setting. Perhaps we can grow closer through normal outings, like a parent usually shares with their child.”

Albus smiled widely. “Quite, quite! That was all I wished to speak with you about. Is there anything else you’d like to discuss?” He asked.

“Not at this time.” Severus said.

“Then you may go. Give Harry my regards next time you see him.” Albus said as Severus turned to leave.

“I will.” Severus assured him, then left the room.

He was pleased that things had gone so well, but also suspicious.

What game was Albus playing now? The rules had changed, and Severus had no idea what the new ones were, exactly.

He would need to figure them out quickly.

*****

“Harry, please stay after for a moment.” Severus called out as the class put their things away.

This was nothing new, but Harry couldn’t think of a single thing they had to discuss right now, so he put his things away and waited patiently while the rest of the class filed out.

After everyone had gone, Severus leaned his hip against Harry’s desk, crossed his arms over his chest, and spoke. “Dumbledore knows about my reinstatement as Lord Prince. And of our relation.” He said.

Harry’s stomach dropped. “Yeah. Ron doesn’t know Occlumency.” He answered glumly.

“I will be teaching you the darker secrecy spell, the lip-locker, at a later date. It prevents the secret from coming out even against Legilimency, but use it as a last resort, only. It is a Dark spell.” He warned. “Furthermore, I have been granted the privilege of taking you off school grounds when you have no classes to attend. Would you like to accompany me to Diagon Alley on Saturday? I need to go by Gringotts to get something out of my vault, now that there is no need to hide it, and then we could go for ice cream after.”

Harry grinned widely. “Yeah, that’d be great!” He said excitedly.

“Good, then that’s settled. We will be able to speak more freely away from the castle. My classroom, office and private rooms are safe from prying—at least, once I disable any eavesdropping spells my Slytherins try to get past me for the day—but still, there are things I prefer not to tell anyone where we might be overheard. I have some such details about our family traits to discuss with you.” Severus gifted Harry with a rare smile. “Go, get to your next class. I will see you tonight for Occlumency.”

Harry smiled back. “See you then!” He said, then rushed toward his next class.

Severus sat down and got to grading. He’d be able to teach Harry to work with memories tonight. He was skilled enough to make small alterations to them, and that ability would grow with practice. He’d be fabricating false memories in a year or so. Severus was glad the boy had inherited his skill with the mental arts. It marked him as a true Prince.

*****

“Tonight, you will be learning to make alterations to memories. You will still be able to remember them correctly, but it is useful for pretending to open your mind to someone whilst keeping the truth hidden. You can show someone the altered memory, and unless they know what to look for, they will believe it is true. I am skilled enough to fabricate untrue memories out of nothing, and in time, you will reach that level.” Severus told him.

Harry looked at him in shock. “You can do that?” He asked.

“If you know what you are doing, and are adept in mental magic, yes.” Severus answered, amused.

“How?” Harry demanded.

Severus chuckled. “Learn to successfully modify a memory first. We will move on when I cannot spot a fake.” He said.

Harry nodded.

“Pick a memory, any one will do.” Severus began. “Then, instead of the real words spoken, pick a phrase that you’ve heard uttered from the other person in the memory at another time, and interpose them saying that over what they really said in the memory. Remember exactly how their mouth moved, but envision that with the clothes they originally had on in the memory you picked, and with the same body language. Make the modification as detailed as you can, because the easiest way to spot a fake is that things are vague and foggy in the modified area.”

Harry frowned, thinking of a memory. He thought of the night his name had come out of the Goblet. He replayed the memory and changed it by having Ron finish with the words he had said when learning about Harry's true parentage: “I can’t even look at you.”

He spent ten minutes making it as detailed as he could, and held it in his mind as he looked at Severus. “Got it.”

Severus deftly entered his mind and watched the memory, then withdrew and nodded. “Very good, for a first try. But still, the change was obvious. When did he say he couldn’t even look at you?” He asked.

Harry snorted. “When he found out you were my real father.”

“Ah.” Severus said softly.

“Yeah.” Harry replied. “But I’m better off without him. He has a history of turning on me, and I don’t need that.” He finished lightly.

Severus nodded. “A wise decision.” He said. “Let's try again.”

******

Harry tried very hard to get his hair to lay flat, with very little success. He scowled into the mirror, then sighed heavily and wrapped his heavy winter cloak around him. He needed a new one, as this one was a few inches too short now, but it was what he had.

He headed down to the dungeons and knocked on Severus' door.

Severus opened it and smiled fondly. “I gave you the password, Harry. Use it.” He said, letting the boy in.

Harry smiled sheepishly. “I didn’t want to seem presumptuous. You gave it to me to use once, I assumed it wasn’t an open invitation to come and go as I please.” He explained.

Severus chuckled. “Idiot boy. I want you to come and go as you please. You are family. I want you to feel welcome here. My door is always open to you, even when I am not here, let these rooms be your sanctuary.”

Harry smiled widely. “I'll remember that.”

“Good.” Severus said, putting on his own winter cloak. He looked at Harry's. “And we're stopping by Madame Malkin's shop, it would seem.”

Harry flushed. “I can pay for—” 

“You are my son.” Severus cut him off. “I will pay for your clothing. And you need something much finer than that.” He smirked wickedly. “We'll get you something that will have Weasley eating his heart out with envy.” He said.

Harry grinned. “That’s awful. I like it.” He said.

Chapter Text

Severus led Harry into Gringotts and up to the counter. “I need to speak to…” He paused and looked at Harry. “Ragnok?” He asked.

Harry shrugged. “I’ve always talked to Griphook.” He said.

Severus’ lip curled. “Of course you’d go through the Potter goblin.” He muttered, then turned to the goblin again. “Griphook, please.”

The goblin hurried off and Severus sighed. “You will be changing that today. Prince affairs go through Ragnok, and you will be going through him from here on out. He will protect your assets better.” He said firmly.

Harry nodded agreeably. He didn’t care what goblin he dealt with, but if Severus did, there was a good chance there was a good reason for that.

Griphook showed up. “What can I do for you?”

Severus turned to the goblin. “We are here to transfer magical guardianship of Harry to myself.”

Griphook looked down at Harry. “Magical guardianship cannot be transferred at this time, I’m afraid.” He said.

Severus stiffened. “Why not?”

Griphook smiled. “He is taking part in the Triwizard Tournament. He is legally emancipated as a result. He is his own magical guardian now.”

Harry smiled. “Wicked! Can I drink Firewhiskey now?”

Severus snorted. “No. You can live on your own and access your full fortune, though.”

“You may also unseal and have read your parents’ wills.” Griphook told him.

“Who sealed them?” Severus asked sharply.

“Albus Dumbledore.” Griphook answered calmly.

Severus sighed. “Of course he did.” He said wearily.

Harry frowned. “What do I need to do to unseal them?”

“Simply tell us.” Griphook answered. “We will set a date for the reading, notify the beneficiaries, and you will all gather here to hear the wills and receive what you are owed.”

Harry nodded. “Then yes, let’s unseal them.” He decided.

Griphook nodded. “Very good. You will be notified by owl when a date is determined.”

“Also, we want Harry to go through Ragnok from now on.” Severus said.

Griphook nodded. “Yes, we can do that. I will go get him.”

Harry looked at Severus. “Why is that so important?” He asked.

“Ragnok is the head of this branch. He deals with the oldest and richest accounts, which you are part of, after inheriting the Selwyn vaults and now being the Prince Heir. You, Harry, are extremely well-to-do, now.” Severus told him.

Harry nodded, thinking. “So he works with the richest people. Like the Malfoys?” He asked.

Severus nodded. “And the Blacks, the Lestranges, and the Abbotts.” He revealed.

“Huh. Okay.” Harry said, losing interest in that. “Was there anything else we needed to do here?” He asked, as Ragnok came up to the counter.

“Yes.” Severus told him, then turned to Ragnok. “I need to open a trust account for Harry, as he is my son. I wish to deposit two thousand galleons into it now, and fifty each month. He is only allowed to access the account once he becomes seventeen.” He added, shooting a smirk at Harry.

Harry sighed and rolled his eyes. “I don’t need your money.” He said.

Severus chuckled. “Nevertheless, it is yours now.” He said.

Ragnok filled out some paperwork and pulled out a key. “We will send your key on your majority, young Heir Prince.” He said.

“I also need to make a trip down to the Prince vault.” Severus told him.

Ragnok nodded. “Come with me.” He led them to a cart, and they made the dizzying trip down to one of the lowest vaults.

Severus got out and went into the vault, retrieving a signet ring, which he slid onto his right pinkie. “This will be yours one day, but only once I am gone.” He told Harry.

Harry shrugged. “Alright.”

They made the trip back up, and Severus smiled. “Now we are done here.” He said. “Thank you, Ragnok. It is always a pleasure dealing with you.”

Ragnok inclined his head.

They left, and Harry followed Severus into Madame Malkin’s. “What do I need to do at the will reading?” He asked.

“Nothing of import. Just be there.” Severus answered as Madame Malkin rushed to the front of the store.

“Severus! And Mr. Potter! Nice to see you. What can I do for you?” She asked.

Severus smiled. “Harry needs a new winter cloak. I was thinking a nice bottle green—”

“Red.” Harry corrected. “I’m not going to walk around in Slytherin colours just because I’m your son now.” He told Severus.

Severus hummed. “A nice burgundy, perhaps.” He turned to Harry. “I won’t be buying you Gryffindor colours, so you’ll make do with what I will get you.” He shot back.

Harry grinned. “Fine.”

“Velvet. Sumptuous and soft, but not too heavy for his petite frame. We need quality, Madame.” Severus said.

Madame Malkin smiled. “Then you’ve come to the right place.” She declared and moved Harry to a stool for measuring.

Harry stood and let himself be measured, then waited while she retrieved a sample of the fabric for Severus’ approval.

Severus seemed pleased with it, and they left, after being told it would be delivered to Hogwarts in three days.

“Ice cream?” Harry asked hopefully as they left.

Severus chuckled. “Yes. Now we’ll go get ice cream.” He agreed.

They each got an ice cream and sat to eat it inside, where it was warmer.

“I wanted to talk to you today about some Prince traditions. I'm going to assume you don’t want to enter into a marriage contract with any of the older, more respected families?” Severus asked, just to be sure.

Harry made a face and shook his head.

Severus smiled. “I thought not. That’s fine, I didn’t either, I’m not going to force you. However, your education is seriously lacking. At your age, in our family, you should be learning some Darker spells while we are away from Hogwarts. I plan to start teaching you some this coming break. We have to stay at Hogwarts long enough to attend the Yule Ball, but after that we may leave and go to Prince Manor for the remaining fortnight, if you would like.” He offered.

Harry grinned broadly. “I'd love that!” He said eagerly.

“We will only have two weeks, but it will be enough to start, at least.” Severus cautioned.

“That’s fine by me. I just want to see where you live.”

Severus smiled. “You will have a large bedroom. The Heir's bedroom is a very good size.” He told Harry.

Harry grinned. “Not that that matters to me. I'd be happy with anything.”

Severus chuckled. “Oh, just wait until you see it.”

*****

Later that night, Harry stood watching the cauldron simmer, after the ring, cup and Voldemort’s grotesque body had been dropped into it.

His blood and a finger from Wormtail were the next things added, and some dust from one of the graves, which was apparently bone from Voldemort's father.

Harry shivered, watching the cauldron expectantly, but with apprehension at the same time.

It frothed and bubbled, shimmering softly as he, Wormtail and the man behind the mask of Moody watched, with bated breath.

A figure emerged. Skeletal and white, humanoid, but certainly not human in the strictest sense of the word. His face was mostly human, but for the missing lips and the sunken-in eyes, which were a strange, glowing red.

Sinister.

Harry shuddered.

He was hideous, and frightening to look upon.

He waited patiently while the man called his followers, monologued for a bit, berated them a while, then dismissed them after a few seemingly random bouts of torture.

After the man spoke quietly to Voldemort, he and ‘Moody’ left, Apparating back to Hogwarts together.

“Well?” Fake Moody asked after he could see Harry again, taking a drink from the flask at his side and replacing the wooden leg and the eye as his body shifted back to Moody's body.

“I refuse to follow that.” Harry said firmly, face twisted in disgust. “He's horrid-looking and frightening, and I want no alliance with a madman that tortures his followers for fun.”

“Severus has some work to do, I agree. But he will look better soon. Don’t make a snap judgement just yet.” Fake Moody said. “As for the torture, it was mostly done to people who denounced him. Who said they had followed him under Imperius. Those people knew what would happen if he returned, and they took that chance. Willingly.” He shrugged. “Do you still want to help him?”

Harry sighed. “We’ll see. I’m open to following him post-makeover, so I may change my mind once he looks better. So long as he doesn’t torture Severus for not coming tonight.”

‘Moody’ laughed. “I’ll keep that in mind. And don't worry, I made Severus' excuses. He should be fine, but even having said that, we all know that the Dark Lord is mercurial. It’s late. Get to bed.”

Harry nodded and headed back to Gryffindor Tower.

Chapter Text

Harry stumbled over his own words, asking Lavender Brown out to the Yule Ball, hastily adding, “As friends.”

Lavender smiled widely. “I'd love to go with you, Harry. As friends. See, I have an arrangement with a boy from a branch of the Abbott family to marry, and there needs to be fidelity from us both beforehand, so I couldn’t go with any of the boys who asked me to go as their date. But friends should be fine. At least that way I know you aren’t going to read too much into it. We go, we dance, we have a good time. Then we go our separate ways after.”

Harry grinned widely. “Exactly! Thank you.” He said in relief.

“I’m looking forward to it.” Lavender said happily.  

Harry rushed back to Neville and collapsed onto the couch next to him with a relieved sigh. “So that’s done.” He said.

Neville laughed. “I asked Ginny to go with me.”

“That was nice of you.” Harry said.

“She wouldn’t get to go otherwise. Besides, we can feel her out that way, and see if she’s going to reject you the same way Ron did. So we know if it’s worth it to tell her or not.” Neville added.

Harry nodded. “Yeah, that would be nice. I don’t want to lose the only family that accepted me when I had no one.” He said.

Neville smiled. “I’m sure some of them will still be willing to put up with you.” He joked.

“Hey!” Harry elbowed him, the smile on his face giving away his amusement.

Neville laughed. “Only kidding! But you really do need to know.” He said seriously.

“I do.” Harry agreed. “Also, this might convince her I’m not boyfriend material. If she’s going to go for someone, I’d rather it be someone like you, who doesn’t have a target on their back.”

“You always seem to get out of tough scrapes, though, you have to admit that.” Neville pointed out.

Harry nodded. “I do, but getting too close to me is still dangerous.” He told the boy. “More so now. Neither side is going to trust me easily, once the truth about who my father is comes out.”

“How long are you going to keep it a secret?” Neville asked.

Harry shrugged. “I’m going with him after the Ball, so I assume by the end of break it will be an open secret. You know how things go.”

“Yeah. So there’s not long to go.” Neville said. “It could be a good thing, having it come out sooner. It will seem less suspicious than if you tried to hush things all up.”

“My thoughts exactly. Less hiding, less secrets, less chance to screw up my life any further. It’s all become confusing enough as it is. I’m still working through getting to know him and learning how to be a son. I’ve only ever been a burden for so long.” Harry said.

Hermione showed up and took a seat next to Harry. “Have you two finished your homework, or are you just waxing philosophical over here?” She asked.

Neville blushed and dug through his bag.

Harry sighed and smiled. “Just chatting about family and dates. Who are you going to the Ball with?”

Hermione blushed and stammered out: “Viktor.”

Harry gaped at her. “Krum?!” He asked in a whisper.

Hermione reddened further and nodded.

“Wow. Good going.” Neville said.

“He didn’t want hero worship, and I just see him as a person. He’s got Quidditch talent, but there’s a lot more to him than that. He’s smart, too.” She said.

“So are you two an item, then?” Harry teased.

“I…” Hermione bit her lip. “We’re seeing how it goes right now. He likes me, I like him, we’re still getting to know each other. We’ll see where it leads when it leads us there.” She said.

“Alright. Make sure he knows if he breaks your heart, I’ll kill him.” Harry said lightly.

Hermione laughed. “I’ll tell him.” She said.

“Now, homework.” Harry said, getting out the essay he still needed to finish.

*****

“The kiss was fake.” Severus told him, highly amused.

Harry frowned. “How did you know?” He asked.

Severus smirked. “Oh, please. You've never had more than a passing appreciation for the Weasley girl, I would have noticed that. And besides that, you were wrong on so many levels about what a kiss feels like. It's clear you’ve never had one.” He said smugly.

Harry scowled. “Hey! I might've! How would you know, anyway? It's not like you stalk me!”

“Oh, but I do keep tabs on you. Know thy enemy. And now, I keep watch over my son, which is a good deal more important. If you have a big moment such as that, I expect to hear about it as soon as the haze of hormones has cleared enough for you to be willing to share the moment. I want to know who has given you your first kiss and how you felt about it. I need to make sure at least some things in your life will be unsullied and pure.” Severus said fondly.

Harry grinned. “Oh, yeah? You think I’m going to share? Fine. Tell me about your first kiss.” He shot back.

Severus' eyes took on a wistful look and he smiled softly. “It was with your mother.” He said quietly.

Harry's interest sharpened and he hung on every word, eager to hear about the Lily Severus had known. And the relationship that had created him. Was he even born of love?

“It was summer of fourth year—early June—and we had been enjoying the sun and the end of exams. We were talking about nothing, just enjoying being together, and she was the one to initiate it. I was talking about Potions we were slated to begin fifth year, and she just leaned over and sealed her mouth over mine. I gasped into it, surprised, and she slipped her tongue into my mouth. I got over my shock very quickly and kissed her back, and by the time she pulled away she was breathless, smiling widely and flushed. I asked her why she had done it, and she told me, and I quote: ‘so you would stop getting all hot and bothered about next year’s curriculum.’” Severus and Harry laughed. Severus took a deep breath, sobered, and added, “I've never told anyone else about that. Keep it to yourself.”

Harry nodded. “I will. Thank you. I promise I'll let you know when it happens for me. I hope it will be just as good a memory as yours was.”

“It will be, Harry. It will be. Now, try again, and go for something you’ve experienced before, so you know how to recreate the experience.” He said, all business again.

Harry sighed and searched for another memory to alter. He was getting  better, but until Severus couldn't spot the fake part, they wouldn’t be moving on.

And Harry was getting impatient.

*****

Harry took his seat, looking at the goblin behind the desk expectantly. Another goblin closed the doors as everyone else sat down, and then the goblin behind the desk cleared his throat.

“We are here to listen to the last wills and testaments of Lily and James Potter. James’ will shall be read first, followed by Lily’s. Once they animate and begin to read themselves, there are to be no words spoken. If you cannot hold back a gasp or sob, please do so quietly, as the wills cannot be stopped or slowed once begun. Is everyone prepared?” He asked.

Everyone answered in the affirmative, and he nodded. “We will now begin.” He broke the seal on a length of parchment, and it opened like a howler, but spoke in a reasonable voice, at a normal volume. Harry listened as he heard James Potter’s voice.

“I, James Charlus Potter, being of sound mind and body, do leave this last will and testament in order to disperse my worldly goods as I see fit. Firstly, to Sirius Orion Black, I leave custody of my son only if the primary guardian listed in Lily’s will is not able to take him, a letter in my vault labelled with his name, the sum of 2,000 galleons, and the duty of executor of my estate until such time as my son Harry is able to control his own finances. To Remus John Lupin, I leave a small cottage owned by the Potter family near London, called the Den, the sum of 2,000 galleons, and the duty as secondary executor if Sirius is unable to carry out that duty. Lastly, to Harry James Potter, my son in all but blood, I leave the rest of my worldly goods and wealth. You may not share my blood, but you are still a Potter, and always will be. I changed the Potter signet so that you can wear it, and so can your children. You have been keyed to it. Use it well.”

Harry swallowed thickly. James had known he was not a true Potter, but had left everything to him anyway.

“Why do I only get secondary custody of Harry?!” Sirius shouted. “I’m his Godfather, not anyone else! And what does he mean, ‘my son in all but blood?’”

The goblin shot him a quelling look. “The second will shall explain that. Shall we begin?” He asked.

Everyone nodded, and he broke the seal on the second one. Lily’s voice spoke, and Harry had to clear his throat to fight back the lump that had taken up residence there. His mother’s voice was clear and firm, and he could hear her sprit shining through in the words.

“I, Lily Evans Potter, being of sound mind and body, do leave this last will and testament in order to disperse my worldly goods as I see fit. Firstly, to Minerva McGonagall, I leave you the tartan teapot you loved so much, which is in my vault, along with the sum of 2,000 galleons. Use it well. To Severus Snape, I leave primary custody of our son, Harry, a letter in my vault labelled with his name, and the duty as holder of my and James’ keys for Harry until he can use them himself. Harry truly is yours, Severus. A cleansing potion will remove the glamor that makes him look like James, and you may rename him if you wish, but please keep the diminutive Harry, for me. If both Severus and Sirius are unable to take Harry, he is to go to Remus Lupin. Under no circumstances is he to go to Petunia and Vernon Dursley. They will abuse him, and Dumbledore has been made aware of this.” McGonagall gasped, and Harry’s lips thinned in displeasure at the news. “I leave all my remaining worldly goods to my son, and hope that his life is long and fulfilling. I love you, Harry. Be safe.”

The letters folded themselves up neatly and were handed to Harry.

Harry sighed.

“I want to see the letter from James! It had better explain what’s going on, here!” Sirius shouted.

The goblin nodded. “All monies left to you will be transferred directly into your account. Everyone that received something listed as being in a vault, come with me.” He led them out of the room and to where they took the carts down to the vaults.

“Everyone in the cart, please.” There was some jostling, especially between Sirius and Severus, as Severus stood beside Harry and Sirius obviously wanted that spot, and the goblin sighed. “We will need two carts.”

He had a second goblin bring another cart and instructed Sirius and Minerva to ride that one.

Harry, Severus and Remus were in the first, peaceably standing together.

The carts began their descent, and they waited while the cart travelled, eventually coming to  a stop outside a vault.

“Vault 693, James Potter’s personal vault. Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, please step out and Harry will collect the things owed to you.”

Harry got out and entered the vault when it was opened, finding the letter to Sirius and the deed to the Den sitting together on the desk in the vault. He grabbed them both and took them to their owners, handing them over. “Don’t hate me when you’ve read that, Siri. Please.” He said quietly.

Sirius snorted. “I won’t, Kiddo. I’m mainly interested to know what the joke here is.” He said.

Harry’s heart fell and he turned to Remus, handing over the deed. “Can I come visit sometime?” He asked.

Remus smiled. “Anytime you like. Bring Severus along, I won’t mind.” He said mildly.

Harry smiled and gave him a hug. “Thanks.”

They got back into the carts and rode to a vault higher up.

“Vault 429, Lily Evans Potter’s personal vault.” The goblin announced.

Again, Harry got out and waited while the vault was opened. He saw the teapot mentioned sitting out on a desk, along with a letter to Severus and a journal. There was an additional letter sitting atop it, addressed to Harry. Harry frowned as he pocketed the small journal and letter for him, confused, but willing to find out why she had left them where he would easily find them. He carefully brought the teapot to McGonagall and handed it over before going back to retrieve Severus' letter.

McGonagall was sniffling softly as she clutched the teapot. “She always knew I coveted this thing.” She was telling Sirius softly. “It's just so Lily to make sure I got it when she couldn’t use it anymore. I’m going to think of her every time I make tea now. I’m just glad the memories have had time to heal. They're all bittersweet now. The pain is dulled.”

Sirius nodded. “It’s best this way. Perhaps that’s why he sealed the wills. To give us time to properly grieve without reminders around.”

McGonagall’s eyes flashed. “No. He did it because after hearing that, I would have moved heaven and Earth to get Harry out of that house!” She snapped. “If he knew that would happen, it’s just as bad as having abused that boy himself.” She finished hotly.

“He couldn’t have known for sure.” Sirius said.

“He at least had a good idea. I intend to speak to him myself and see what his excuses are.” McGonagall said as they headed back up.

Harry ignored her words, more focussed on the letter and journal in his pocket. Even from beyond the grave, his mother had found a way to talk to him. It wasn’t a real conversation, but maybe it would be enough. He’d have to wait a while to find out, though.

Chapter Text

Harry had told Neville and Hermione about the will reading, giving them the highly abbreviated version, and also about the letter and journal Lily had left for him to find. They understood when he quickly made his excuses and retreated to his bed to read it alone.

Harry opened the letter first.

“My sweet boy,

If you are reading this, James and I are dead. I hope you were able to go to your father, but if not, I’m sure either Sirius or Remus will still raise you to be a wonderful young man someday. (Harry snorted bitterly. If only she knew…)

Severus Snape is your true father, and I will explain that, since Sirius or Remus will not be able to tell you the whole story.

Sometime after I married your father, Severus and I became lovers. I did love James, but it was a whirlwind love, and it burned out after two short years of marriage.

I went to Severus then, and we easily rekindled the love I'd had for him while we were at school. We had a deep, mutual and abiding love, that burned ever brighter the longer we stayed in each other's company.

We had fallen apart after a particularly cruel remark he had made to me, and while I grieved for the love I had felt for him and the hurt his words caused, James was there to pick up the pieces, and made himself readily available when I needed a shoulder to cry on. And so I fell in love with a man that I knew, deep down, was not quite right for me, handsome and kind as he was.

The journal I left with this letter is my personal journal from during our affair, started only three months before I found out about you. You will learn, in its pages, how I went to Severus often, how I felt when with him, as well as the guilt afterward and my resolve to stop going, which never lasted long. You will learn of my fear when I could tell I was pregnant, my explanation to James that the child may not be his, and our agreement when you were discovered to be Severus' child that we would pass you off as a Potter anyway to avoid scandal, and I would stop the affair, telling Severus that you were James' baby. Most of all, you will learn how I felt when you were born, looking exactly like a miniature Severus and breaking my heart when I knew I could never tell him the truth, unless I did it from beyond the grave.

I loved him, perhaps more than I ever loved James, and in the letter I wrote to him, I spilled all those feelings and more onto the parchment.

When you have read this, if he is still around, go to him. Get to know him. After reading my letter, he will need you, and you will need him. He is a good man, and will be a wonderful father, however late it happens.

He will love you as I have loved you, and will treasure you for the gift you are. You are the best of us both.

Be well, and do not spend too long mourning me. I will see you when your time comes. Spend whatever you have left with your father, and be happy for me.

All my love,

Mummy"

Harry wiped away tears, swallowing past the lump of emotion in his throat, and set the letter aside to open the journal. A picture was taped to the inside cover: Lily and Severus, looking somewhere around fourteen or fifteen, holding hands and smiling, occasionally turning to each other and pressing a quick kiss to each other’s lips, then turning back to smile happily at the camera.

He traced her name, written on the first page, and turned it to begin knowing a small piece of his mother.

The first page was dated August 25^th, 1979.

He began to read, the diary detailing not intimate details of their couplings, but intimate details of the feelings each meeting invoked, raw and uncensored.

Lily told of the heat and passion she found with Severus, but also of the guilt afterward, of the pain she felt when she kissed her husband after returning from the arms of her lover.

He didn’t know, couldn’t know.

She poured out her self-recriminations, swore that that time was the last, and over the next few days her longing for Severus would grow again, until she finally broke and went to him again, “one last time.”

A few months into the journal, she began to be sick in the mornings, and she was terrified that the baby, for she knew she was pregnant, was not James’. She finally broke down to him, poured out her shame and worries, and James listened.

He assured her that it was alright, he would accept the baby even if it wasn’t his, as long as she told Severus that it was James', and the affair stopped.

Lily agreed to the stipulation, and met with Severus, the lie slipping easily from her, as she put an end to their meetings.

A few weeks later, she and James tested the paternity of the unborn baby, and it was found to be Severus’. James told her they could put a glamour on the baby as soon as it was born, and he would raise it as his own, give the baby his name, and love it just as she would, his blood or no. The baby was hers and his, no matter who she had lain with to make it.

She wrote of Severus often, voicing her worries that the baby would have something wrong with it, or some inheritance that would hit someday, and ruin the lie they had carefully agreed upon and were cultivating further every day, every time they told someone about the baby.

James and Sirius had discussed the affair, and while Sirius was angry on James' behalf, he still supported Lily, and was overjoyed when they agreed on him being the baby's Godfather.

He had been told the baby was James', without a doubt.

Over the months while Lily was pregnant, James spent much of his free time creating a glamour to use on Harry. It was something called a “need glamour,” which would only take if the person casting it truly needed it to work.

James needed the baby to pass for his, if only to avoid unwanted questions, scrutiny, and scandal.

Lily wrote down the incantation and wand movements once James had finalized the spell, in case it needed to be used after they were both gone. Harry was thankful for the foresight. He might need the information in the future.

As the pregnancy progressed, Lily wrote down all the milestones. She thought of Severus often, but even though she wanted nothing more than to go to him and share her news with him, all the little things about her pregnancy and the changes she was experiencing, she knew James was watching her more closely now, so she didn’t chance it.

Instead, she shared them with James, and he was nothing short of thrilled to hear each little thing. He took an interest in the baby from the first, and seemed more than willing to forget that it was Severus', rather than his.

They went to every check-up together, and when they discovered it was going to be a boy, they talked of names.

Lily wrote down some of them, and Harry was horrified to learn he might have been named Humphrey.

Just… no.

But Lily and James had finally decided on Harry, though Lily had wanted Harrison, but James had stated that there had never been a Harrison in the Potter family, and they weren’t going to add one now. There had been two Harrys, though. So Harry was fine.

Lily began writing more to Harry than about him, at that point, and each entry was filled with her hopes for him to grow up strong and healthy.

Then the prophecy.

Harry read the entire thing with dread, as Lily had written it after hearing it from Dumbledore.

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies… and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not… and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives… the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…

Harry paused, re-read it, and thought for a moment. ‘Neither can live while the other survives?’ He thought, then snorted. ‘We'll just have to see about that. It says I have the power to vanquish him, not that I'll want to, so it's not like I have to.’ He decided, and read on.

As they went into hiding and Severus joined the Order of the Phoenix, the entries got shorter. Not much was happening in their lives, hidden as they were.

Finally, Harry was born, and the entries lengthened, Lily happily writing down exactly how Harry had looked when born (“Just like Severus! It was a shame to watch as James covered up your beautiful face, but you’re still absolutely darling, little Harry!”), every little thing he did, including what foods seemed to set off his colic, and delighting in her new motherhood.

James, she wrote, was happy, too. He bonded with the baby easily and Sirius and Remus were likewise besotted. Peter didn’t like the baby, as Harry started howling like mad every time he was handed to the man, so he stopped coming over quite so often.

Harry scowled at the fact that he had come over at all, and continued on.

He read of his immediate bond with Sirius, his terrorizing of the family kneazle, his first broom and the worry that he might fall off she had always felt, and all the other little things he had never been told about.

The last entry was September third, 1980, and Harry read that she was leaving the journal in her vault, since Voldemort was becoming bolder and she and James worried about their safety. Just in case something happened to her and her journals, she wanted this one, the most important one, safe.

In case the unthinkable should happen.

Harry closed the journal and changed into his pyjamas. He laid down in the room, hearing his dormmates coming in and getting ready for bed, and fell asleep, journal tucked safely under his pillow.

The Yule Ball was tomorrow.

Then he would go to Prince Manor with Severus. And they would talk.

*****

Harry sat down, pulling Lavender down beside him, laughing.

“My feet!” She giggled, tucking them underneath her. “Did you have to trample them so badly?”

Harry snorted. “Oh, please, I warned you I couldn’t dance! If it was so bad, you can lead the next one!”

Lavender giggled again. “I might. You weren’t kidding, you really have two left feet!” She told him.

“Guess I'll just have to marry a man, and save myself the misery of leading a girl in a wedding dance that'll be the mockery of high society for decades.” He joked.

Lavender smiled at him. “Is that why you wanted to go as friends? Do your tastes run the other way?” She asked curiously.

Harry’s smile faded and he looked pensive. “I really don’t know. I haven't given it much thought yet, honestly. I've been busy, with the whole Dark-Lord-trying-to-kill-me thing, and there hasn’t been time to think of much else. Besides, I don’t have to know just yet. There's still time for that.” He said.

Lavender smiled and patted his hand. “It’s fine to not be sure yet. It just means you haven't met The One. When you do, then you'll know. It hits you like a punch to the gut. For most people, at least. My parents said they slipped into love more than anything else. One day, they were friends, the next, they looked up, and realized they were so in love with each other there was simply no one else for them. I always thought when I was little that I'd be the same way, then I met Jerry, and wham!” She smacked her fist into her palm. “I was in love. Love at first sight. And he's been so kind with me, so patient and charming. My parents are happy with the match, and Jerry is apprenticing under a wandmaker right now. He says he’s going to make me a special wand once he gets his training done. For free. He’s such a sweetheart.”

“Hey. What are you two lovebirds discussing?” Ginny asked, sitting next to Harry while Neville went to get them both some punch.

Harry tensed. “Lavender's fiancé.” He answered shortly.

Ginny’s eyes widened. “Who?” She asked.

Lavender shook her head. “You wouldn't know him.”

“Bet you wouldn’t mind replacing him with Harry, though.” Ginny muttered.

Harry stiffened. “And what’s that supposed to mean?!” He snapped.

Ginny looked at him with a brow cocked. “Look at you! Talented, gorgeous, athletic, modest, and worth several bloody fortunes! You're the best catch in Wizarding Britain! Any girl would be mad to turn you down! You have your pick of every eligible lady in the country!” She said, then smiled. “But we all know you've picked already, haven’t you?”

Harry tensed at the suggestive, hungry look in her eyes. “Not for a good long while. Come on, Lavender.” He said, standing and pulling her onto the dance floor. “You lead this time.”

Lavender laughed and took the reins.

Chapter Text

Harry smiled as Severus put his cloak on him, nodding once. “It looks good on you.” He said in approval.

“Good. Can we go now?” Harry asked excitedly.

Severus chuckled. “Yes, we can. Come on, let's head to the gates. We will Apparate and walk a short ways to the edge of the Wards, where I will key you in. You will be given a family ring, which will turn invisible once on you, and acts as a Portkey to my room, the most heavily-Warded room in the house. Use it as a last resort only.” He said. “But it is a small measure of security for someone as high-profile and well-known as you. If you ever need to escape an unfavourable situation, I expect you to use it.” He added firmly.

Harry nodded. “Alright.” He agreed.

They walked in companionable silence to the gates. Once they had crossed the Wards, Harry spoke up. “So I got a journal out of Mum's vault that she left for me.” He told Severus.

“Yes, I saw you slip something into your pocket. What about it?” Severus asked.

“I think you should read it. It’s from when she found out about me. I brought it with me.” Harry explained.

Severus hummed. “It talks of our affair, I take it?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Harry told him. “She compares you to James several times.” He added.

Severus' lips thinned, and Harry hastily tacked on, “Favourably.”

Severus looked surprised at that. “Really?” He asked.

Harry smiled brightly. “She really loved you.”

Severus looked a bit happier at that. “Perhaps I will read it.” He murmured, then held out an arm. “Take my arm.”

Harry took the proffered arm and Severus Apparated them to a Manor. The grounds were expansive, and Severus led him toward a wrought-iron gate, then had Harry lay a hand on it. He spoke a stream of Latin and Harry felt a tingle work its way up his arm, then his whole body warmed as he was accepted by the Wards.

“There, you’re keyed in.” Severus said. He pushed the gate open and they walked in.

The Manor was large, and Harry stared in awe as they approached it. “Wow. How much are you worth?” He asked Severus.

Severus smiled smugly, looking up at the house, as he answered, “Enough.”

Harry had to agree.

They went in and were greeted by three house-elves.

“These are Pippa, Tissy and Tipple. Pippa is the Head elf, and my personal elf. You may pick one of the others as your elf. They will be the one to come when you call, unless they are busy, in which case, whoever is free will come.” Severus told him.

Harry hummed. “Alright, I'll pick Tissy.” He said.

Tissy beamed at him. “Tissy will be happy to have a new master! What should we call young master?” She asked.

Harry flushed. “My name is Harry.” He told them.

“Okay, Master Harry! Wes are all pleased to meet you!”

Harry smiled at them. “I’m pleased to meet you, too!” He said.

“Alright, back to work. Pippa, Tissy, we will need fires started in our bedrooms. Harry is the Prince Heir, so he will be using that room.” Severus said.

All the elves bowed and popped away.

“Come, you need to get your ring and then I will show you to your room.” Severus said, leading Harry up the large, marble staircase.

The whole of the downstairs screamed opulent wealth, marble flooring everywhere and tapestries hanging on every wall, depicting various magical and mundane animals.

Severus led him down a carpeted hallway to a door marked with a plaque that read: “family room.” He opened the door and turned to Harry.

“Only those of Prince blood can come into this room. Do not attempt to bring in anyone who is not of our bloodline, as the Wards on this room will cast an irreversible blood-boiling curse on them, which will kill them slowly and painfully.” Severus warned.

Harry gulped. “Got it. Um, since the Dark Lord used my blood for his resurrection, can he come into this room?” He asked curiously.

Severus frowned, thinking about it. “Probably.” He answered slowly. “But I am in no hurry to test it.”

“Right.”

Severus moved aside, and Harry walked in. The family tree was all over the walls, swirls and whorls leading from one person to the next. Harry looked it over, finding the blanked-out spot that led to Severus' name, and the line from it that led to a blank spot. He frowned and pointed it out.

“Shouldn’t my name be there?” He asked.

Severus hummed and nodded. “Yes, but you have not been added formally yet. First, we need to decide if we are changing your name, and what to. Then, we will add you with your new name. You will be taking the surname Prince, no matter what else we decide.” He said.

Harry smiled. “I'd like that.”

Severus walked over to a small door in the wall and opened it, taking out a box. “These are the rings. There are five in all. The Head ring is the signet, which I am wearing, and the rest are merely Portkeys.” He opened the box and held it out. “Put one on.”

Harry took out a ring, which was simple gold with a Prince crest on it, and slid it onto his finger. It resized to fit him, then became invisible.

Severus smiled. “Good. You use it by touching it with a finger and saying, ‘take me home,’ and it will deliver you to my bedroom, which has the same Blood Wards as this room.”

Harry frowned. “What if you marry? Shouldn’t you share the room with your wife?”

Severus’ smile turned wistful. “One: I will not marry. I lost the love of my life thirteen years ago. I will never give my heart again unless I am assured of their safety. And that is rarely promised. Two: any Prince that marries must enter into a soul-bond, which will allow the other person to safely bypass the Blood Wards, as a soul-bond shares something much more sacred and binding than blood.”

Harry blinked. “Oh.” He said in surprise.

Severus smiled and put the box back. “Now, I will show you to my room and your room past it. Follow me.” He left the room and walked down the hallway, passing several doors, pointing them out and telling Harry, “Guest room, parlour, guest room, library, family dining room—Blood Wards again, another guest room, another parlour, my study—Blood Wards, your study—Blood Wards, and my bedroom. Also Blood Wards on this and your bedroom. These Wards will let someone through if you key them in, but only these. Bedrooms are able to allow access, so if you need security from someone, use your study. There is a passage to both from my bedroom, in case I have keyed in the person who is threatening you. I will not allow anyone access to my room, but on the off-chance, there is an escape route.” He led Harry into the room and pressed a panel low on the wall. The floor slid open, and Harry saw a short flight of stairs leading down to a walkway before thirty seconds had passed and the floor slid back into place. “The first door is to your study, the one a few feet further is mine.” He explained.

Harry nodded. “Why is it on the floor?” He asked.

Severus smirked. “So the person trying to find you will not hear you walking as you escape. You will be below them, muffled by the floor they will be walking on. It is the smartest choice.”

“Oh. Yeah, I guess it is.” He looked around at the furniture. All of it, including the bed, was in some kind of dark wood, and the bed was large enough to fit two—or even three—people comfortably. “Big bed.” He said.

Severus smirked. “Yours is almost as big. Are you ready to see your room?” He asked.

Harry shrugged. “Sure.”

They left the room and came to a door at the end of the hall, which Severus opened and ushered him in. The furniture in here was much lighter, but, again, the bed was larger than one person would need.

“Why are the beds so big?” Harry asked. The comforter was grey and had the Prince crest on it, but he supposed he could live with that.

Severus chuckled. “Well, usually the Head of the family does not step down until they die, so the Heir's room needs to accommodate both the Heir and their eventual spouse.” He explained.

Harry eyed the bed. “Will I be able to have my eventual boyfriend or girlfriend over before we marry?” He asked.

“Certainly.” Severus answered.

Harry looked at him in shock. “Really?” He asked.

“When you are engaged.” Severus added.

Harry sighed in defeat. “So much for that idea.”

Severus chuckled. “You will find ways around my rules. Children always do.” He told Harry fondly.

“You're right, the bedroom is huge.” He said, sitting on the bed. It was wonderfully soft.

“Do you like it?” Severus checked.

Harry smiled. “It'll do.” He said lightly.

Severus smiled. “Good. I have to deliver a potion to the Dark Lord, which I will be doing after we eat. You will stay put while I am gone, and do not leave the house, or I will be cross. Can you do that?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah. I’ll explore the library.”

“Do not go down the aisle farthest from the doors. Those are the Dark Arts books you will be learning from, and you are not to use them without me here.”

Harry frowned. “I can’t even read them?”

“Some of them are cursed, and you do not know which. Do. Not. Touch. Them.” He repeated.

Harry scowled. “Fine.” He muttered.

“The rest you may look through. There are journals for some of our ancestors on several shelves. Some of them were very interesting characters.” He told Harry.

“Sounds great.”

Severus nodded. “Let’s get lunch, and then I will leave. I should only be an hour or so. Then we will discuss your name.” He said.

Harry nodded, and they headed into the family dining room. It was a smallish room that sat six people, and the table was also dark. “The Prince family seemed to favour dark woods.”

Severus chuckled. “Yes, they did. Stains show up easier on lighter woods. Particularly blood stains.”

Harry’s face drained of colour.

Severus laughed out loud. “I was joking! Well, about the blood part, at least.”

Harry sighed in relief. “That was mean.” He muttered.

“Don’t worry so much. Aside from the fact that we learn Dark Arts and have dungeons in our Manors, this family is very unlike the other Dark families. The Princes are more forgiving.”

They sat down and Severus called for lunch. They both ate quietly, one planning how to tackle the library shelves he was allowed to peruse, the other considering how likely he was to get away from the Dark Lord in a timely manner. Without telling him about Harry any sooner than he had to.

Chapter Text

Severus waited until the Dark Lord had finished changing after his potion before bringing up what else he had come to discuss. “I also have a gift to present to you tomorrow.”

Voldemort looked intrigued. “What manner of gift?” Even he looked surprised at his new voice. It was back to the baritone he’d had years ago, before his last two horcruxes, which were back to being a part of him thanks to the modified ritual he’d used.

“One you will like. I can present it tomorrow any time after noon. When would you like it, My Lord?” Severus asked.

Voldemort hummed. “How about at eight PM? Just after dinner. Will that work?”

Severus nodded. “I will be here. I need to address something with Lucius in private before I leave.” He added.

“Very well. Thank you for the potion, Severus.” Voldemort added.

Severus smiled. “Returning you to your former glory was my pleasure, My Lord.” He returned.

He left the parlour and Lucius followed him. “What did you need to discuss?”

Severus’ smile widened. “The gift for Our Lord needs to be allowed through your Wards tomorrow.”

Lucius smirked. “Ah. A muggle?” He asked.

Severus shook his head. “My son, who wishes to pledge his service. He will ally with Our Lord until he is old enough to formally join us.”

“Ally? Why would Our Lord wish a child as an ally?” Lucius asked snidely.

“Because,” Severus smiled secretively, “He is a very high-profile child.”

“Who?” Lucius asked. Then, his face cleared. “Prince.” He breathed. “You’re Harry Potter’s father!”

“Precisely.” Severus said smugly. “He has had a change of heart. You understand that until tomorrow I have to place you under a lip-locker, right? Your Occlumency skills are abysmal.”

“I understand.” Lucius said evenly.

Severus cast the spell and nodded. “We will see you tomorrow.”

“I will make Our Lord wait in another room while you get your son situated for optimal presentation.” Lucius told him.

“I appreciate that.”

Lucius smiled. “See you tomorrow.”

“I will see you then.” Severus returned, then left.

He came home to find Harry in the library before a fire, reading a journal while sipping at a mug of cocoa.

“I see you managed to occupy yourself without death or dismemberment. I admit to no small measure of surprise.” Severus drawled upon finding him.

Harry rolled his eyes. “I can look after myself without getting into danger if I am told where the danger can be found. I don’t actively go looking for trouble. It usually finds me and drags me in kicking and screaming the whole way.” He said.

Severus chuckled. “I will keep that in mind.” He said.

“So how did your meeting go?” Harry asked, setting the book aside.

Severus took the chair beside his. They were angled to the occupants could easily talk while still halfway facing the fire. “Well, the Dark Lord looks worlds better, he was monstrous after his resurrection. I am glad you didn’t have to see him like that.”

Harry bit down on the inside of his cheek to keep from telling his father that he had, in fact, seen him like that.

Severus didn’t need to know. He had come home safe, and no one was the wiser.

“You will meet with him tomorrow, at eight PM. If you still wish to ally with him.”

Harry nodded. “I do.”

“Then you may do so then. Now, we need to discuss your name. Your mother asked that I keep the diminutive Harry, and I am loathe to deny her her dying wish. So we will. You have a choice, however. Your previous name was Harry, simple and unembellished, and we will keep that as a nickname. Your choices are Harold or Harrison. Do you have a preference?” Severus asked.

Harry took a deep breath, then answered, softly, “My Mum did.”

Severus' interest sharpened. “Oh?”

“She wanted to name me Harrison. James said there'd never been a Harrison Potter, and they weren’t going to start with me.” He told the man.

Severus’ eyes misted over. He cleared his throat and asked, voice rough, “Would that be acceptable for you? Harrison Prince?”

Harry smiled wistfully. “Yeah.” He answered quietly. “Yeah, I think it would. I want your name as my middle name, though.”

“That is fine. Then we are decided. Let's go upstairs and add you to the family tree.” Severus suggested.

“Do I need to do or say anything?” Harry asked as they headed up the stairs.

“No.” Severus told him. “You must simply be there, and silent. This is usually done when babies are but days old. There is no speaking part for the member being added.”

Harry nodded.

Before they entered the room, Severus stopped him. “Understand that the words I am going to speak are ritual. I cannot change them, and they in no way reflect upon you, or have any bearing on how I see you. But I must refer to you as bastard-born, because, in truth, you are. Your mother and I were not wedded when you were conceived or born, but that is all it means. I could not care for you any more than I already do, the circumstances of your birth do not change that you are the greatest gift I have ever been given. I cherish you, Harrison. Tell me you know that.”

Harry smiled. “I know. Since we found out, you've proven that you care about me and can be a warm and even loving man. I never would have thought it before, but you do have a heart. A big one. I care for you, too. Whatever you have to say for the magic to take, I know it's only words.”

Severus nodded once and they stepped inside.

Severus held a finger to his lips and Harry nodded. The man raised his wand and spoke a stream of Latin, his voice wavering slightly, then sounding surer of itself as magic built in the room.

When the magic had built to a fever pitch and the very air in the room seemed to be vibrating with energy, Severus lowered his wand.

“The family gathers today to welcome a new member into the fold. Bastard-born, of Severus Tobias Prince and Lily Evans Potter, conceived in love and born out of wedlock, Harrison Severus Prince, Heir to the Prince line and lands. May he live a long and fruitful life, and bring great honour to our name.” Severus finished, and flicked his wand at the blank spot where Harry's name should be.

Harry watched as glowing script wrote out, “Harrison Severus Prince,” in the spot, and smiled at Severus, who smiled back. The magic in the room pulsed once, and then dissipated.

“It is done. You may speak now.”

“Wow. That's it?” Harry asked.

Severus nodded. “You are officially a Prince now.”

Harry smiled widely. “That’s great!” He said happily. Then his face fell. “But I still look like a Potter.” He added glumly.

Severus smiled and laid a hand on his shoulder. “We will take care of that before you meet the Dark Lord tomorrow. I will brew you a potion tonight, which will cleanse the blood-based glamour from you, and you can take it tomorrow after lunch. This will give your body time to change, and will ensure that you do not need to miss a meal to accommodate it.”

“Alright, sounds good. Dinner now? I asked the elves to make Shepherd’s Pie.” Harry said eagerly.

Severus sighed. “Of course you did. And of course they’d agree, they seem to like you.” He added.

“I like them, too.” Harry said brightly. “Family dining room?” He suggested.

Severus shook his head. “Formal dining room, downstairs. You need to be used to it in case we ever have guests over.” He told Harry, then led the way.

Harry followed.

They entered the room and Severus sat. Harry went to sit beside him, and Severus shook his head. “Other side.” He instructed. “The Heir’s place is at the Lord’s right hand. It’s a place of honour.”

“Oh.” Harry said, and rounded the table to sit at the other side.

“Are you excited about tomorrow? Or are you nervous?” Severus asked as he sat.

Harry laughed a bit. “Um, yes?” He asked more than answered. “A bit of both. Kind of a nervous excitement. I know I want to switch, I’m just... Not sure how he will react.”

“I will be there.” Severus assured him. “If he threatens you in any way, I will step in. I will not lose you.” He said.

Harry smiled as the place settings appeared before them. “I trust you. It’s why I’m only a little nervous.”

The elves came in with dinner, and Severus resigned himself to Shepherd’s Pie.

It could have been worse.

*****

“And this will change me?” Harry asked, looking at the vial he held. “I’ll look like you?”

“A good deal, if your mother is to be believed.” Severus confirmed.

Harry nodded. “Well, here goes nothing!” He said, and drank down the potion.

Severus grabbed the vial as his fingers slackened and his body hit the bed he had been sitting on.

Severus watched as he writhed in pain for about a minute, features shifting, body growing, changing before his astonished eyes. The glamour was extensive, and Severus was in awe as the morphing stopped and he looked at his son—who truly looked like his at last.

Harry sat up, then stood and moved to the mirror. He had to take off the glasses before he could look at himself properly. “Wow. That’s quite a change.” His jaw, nose, cheeks, forehead, brows, everything except his eyes and lips had changed. “My eyes are still the same.” He said happily.

Severus smiled. “Yes. Lily’s eyes. Precisely.” He said in satisfaction. He’d hoped they’d stay the same. It was nice to see her eyes in his face. Proof that he had given her something James had not. “You seem to have grown three, maybe four inches. And you might not be pleased to know this, but your bum has also grown a bit.” He added, eyeing the new roundness with trepidation. The boy would have no shortage of male admirers.

“Uh, yeah.” Harry cleared his throat and quickly looked down his own pants, then flushed. “Everything’s changed. For the better.” He confirmed.

Severus chuckled. “Well, at least that is a plus. Sorry about the nose, though. No one would choose to have my beak.”

“I don’t mind being part falcon.” Harry said, running a finger along the length of it. “It’s not horrible. I can live with it.”

“Falcon? One would think you’d have picked raven, considering my penchant for black.” Severus said in amusement.

Harry shook his head, smiling as he turned to face the man. “No, you’re bigger than that. Falcon or eagle. A powerful hunter.”

Severus chuckled. “Very well. I’ll leave you to decide what you want to wear to your first meeting with the Dark Lord. Alter your clothes to fit properly. I’ll see you in the family dining room at seven-thirty.”

Harry nodded, turning to his wardrobe. He had some good clothes, though Severus had bought him three new outfits for Christmas. He should probably wear one of those.

As Severus left, closing the door behind him, Harry took out a dark blue silk shirt and black slacks Severus had bought. He undressed and stood naked in front of his mirror, looking over the new changes critically.

He was taller, but thinner, he’d need to put on some weight. His cock had grown about two inches, which was nice, he had been average and now he could be proud of what he had.

Not that anyone at Hogwarts would see it.

He was going to reapply the glamour before heading back. He wanted this face, his real face, to be anonymous.

He was pleased, though. When he decided to go public as Severus’ son, he knew he’d be proud of how he looked.

He looked like a Pureblood, now. Not some scruffy, speccy little boy.

He could be proud of this body.

He could meet Voldemort like this with his head held high.

He smiled and began to change into his clothes, altering them to fit the way they should.

*****

“We will be going to Malfoy Manor.” Severus told him as they put their cloaks on. “You are to kneel where I tell you and keep your head down until the Dark Lord tells you to meet his eyes. He will, of that I have no doubt. Let me talk until you are addressed directly. Do you understand?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “Yes, Sir.” He said.

Severus sighed. “You may still call me by name, Harrison. I am merely trying to make sure you do not offend him. He can be easily angered by disrespect, and you are already a sore spot with him. We must be cautious.” He warned.

“I get that. I won’t goad him, I’m not stupid.” Harry said.

“See that you aren't.” Severus said, taking his arm in a firm grip. “Here we go. I told Lucius to key you in, so he should be expecting a new person. If the Wards don’t let you in, just try to follow me and you will end up just outside them. I will aim for the front door. If we get separated, wait where you are, and I will come and get you.” He said, then Apparated.

They landed just outside the front doors. “Good. Come, Lucius said he would have the Dark Lord wait in another room while we arrived.”

He knocked on the door and Lucius answered. He took in Harry’s new look and hummed. “He is far more good-looking now, Severus. Come. You will be in the white parlour.” He said, then led the way.

Severus and Harry followed.

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They entered the white parlour and Harry noted that it was, indeed, very white.

Severus led him a few feet away from the door and pointed to a spot on the floor while Lucius looked on. “Kneel. You may address him as My Lord when you see him come near enough, but do not look up, and do not say anything more until you are addressed.” Severus reminded him.

Harry knelt, nodding silently.

“We are ready.” Severus told Lucius.

“I will let him know you are waiting. You will have privacy.” Lucius said, then left the room.

Harry waited for several—very tense—minutes before he heard the door open, and footsteps approached him, slowly and cautiously.

“My Lord.” He spoke when the booted feet moved into his field of vision.

“What’s this?” A deep baritone, though not as deep as his father’s, met his ears. “Severus, who is this?”

“He is my son, My Lord. He wishes to pledge himself to your service.” Severus answered.

Fingers grasped his chin and raised his face, and he met the startling red eyes of the man unflinchingly. This was not Voldemort, Harry realized. He was looking at the face of Tom Riddle, though he was in his mid-twenties, which Harry knew was not his real age. Still, the new visage suited him better.

This was not the monster that had risen from the cauldron and repulsed Harry. This was just a man. An attractive man, though, Harry noted, pleased at the change.

Tom’s eyes widened, and he turned his face first to the left, then to the right, examining it from all angles. “Those eyes, those lips. I know them.” He murmured. He dropped his hand, then spat, “Potter. Why don’t you look like yourself anymore?”

“My Lord, we discovered that he is not, in fact, a Potter at all.” Severus denied. “He took a genealogy test at the beginning of the Triwizard Tournament, and the truth came out: He is truly a Prince. My son. With Lily. She was a lost descendent of the Selwyn line, as it turns out. This is how he truly looks, without the glamour up to make him look like James Potter. Please, give him a chance.”

Tom hummed, looking down at the boy. “I could, I suppose. Did he inherit your skill with Occlumency?” He asked.

Severus blew out a breath. “There were a few missteps, but we managed to unearth a goodly amount of talent for the mental arts, yes. He is not as advanced as me, yet, but he will get there with time.”

“I can work with that.” The man murmured. “And he is quite stunning, now. I could take a consort.” He said, considering Harry closely.

Severus stiffened and moved slightly in front of the teen, who was trembling slightly at the insinuation. “Not him. You will need to pick someone else. He is… Unsuited for that.”

The Dark Lord snorted. “Your Paternal protectiveness is admirable, but let the boy decide for himself. Have you renamed him?”

Severus sighed in defeat. “We have altered his name slightly. Harrison. And he has agreed to take my surname.” He said, moving aside reluctantly.

“A fine, strong name. So, Harrison Prince.” Tom tilted his face upward once more and spoke to the boy. “Would you like to become my consort?” He asked.

Harry wasn’t sure if he was trembling in remembered pain and shame, or from an all-too-new feeling of excitement. Perhaps it was a mixture of the two? One thing he knew for sure, though. “No, Sir, please. I’m not ready.” He whispered.

Tom dropped his hand, bringing it up to tap his lips with a finger as he thought it over. “And when you are? Might you reconsider then? I could wait as long as it takes. You would be worth investing the time, I feel.”

Harry stared at the man. In this form, this new body, he was… Attractive. Intriguingly so. And if Harry was going to join him, the safest option was to do so as his consort and earn his love in time. That would protect him. If it all fell apart later, he would likely be killed, but in the meantime, he would be safe from almost any form of danger from the man in front of him. His followers, as well.

“I don’t know, Sir. We can get to know each other better, though. And when I am ready for a relationship of that sort, I can answer your question then. Can you wait for that? I’m not sure yet if I could be with you that way. I need time to think on it. But I can promise to remain open to the idea.” Harry offered, hoping it would not make the man angry.

Tom smiled. “Yes, I will wait, and we will talk, spend time together, become more familiar to each other. You deserve to make an informed decision, after all.” He ran a finger down Harry’s cheek. “Your new face is much more appealing than the old one. Regal and refined. It suits you, Harrison Prince.”

Harry smiled. “Thank you, My Lord.”

“Would you be willing to give me a kiss? Can you do that much?” The Dark Lord asked.

Harry met the man’s eyes and stared into the red orbs, thoughtfully. He licked his lips, and the man’s eyes tracked the movement. Harry shivered in reaction. “I think I can do that. Just one. No tongue.” He added as an afterthought.

Tom smiled indulgently. “Very well. Rise, and give me my prize, my Harry.”

Harry stood and moved forward the few steps separating him from the man. He was tall, a full head and shoulders taller than Harry. Harry looked up at him.

Tom smiled and bent, warm lips pressing against Harry’s, a hand coming up to trace his cheek tenderly as lips parted and eyes met. “Thank you. I can wait for more. It will be worth it, in the end.” He murmured. “Severus, take the boy home. I will be by tomorrow to speak with you both further. I have questions that you will answer, but it can be a private matter.” He allowed.

Severus inclined his head in a small bow. “Yes, My Lord. Come, Harry.” He said, heading toward the front doors.

Harry followed silently, thinking over what had just happened. He was a little regretful that he’d told the man not to use tongue, with the way his lips were now tingling. How would a true kiss have felt?

He couldn’t wait to find out.

In his own time.

*****

“I’m sorry, Harry. I had no idea he'd react that way, that he'd ask that of you. He’s never expressed an interest in that before. If I had known, I never would have brought you to him.” Severus said as he and Harry stepped past the Wards onto the property.

Harry hummed. “Is it bad that I'm considering it?” He asked hesitantly.

Severus looked at him sharply. “Why? To stay safe? Because you feel pressured? There are ways out of that position, Harry. He will be upset, perhaps, but he understands a refusal.”

Harry flushed. “Er, no, actually. Because he's... Kind of hot, now, I don’t know. Is it terribly wrong of me?” He asked nervously. The man was about seventy years older than Harry. Would Severus be disgusted by his attraction to the man?

Severus, to his credit, only blinked in surprise a few times before rallying. “Oh. Well, if you really do like him, that is fine, too. Just make sure he goes at your pace. He can afford to be patient when there is such an age disparity.” Severus said firmly, and that was the end of that.

Harry smiled. “I'll make sure he knows.”

“He should not have pressured you into a kiss, either. I’m displeased with that. I will bring it up when he comes to see us.” Severus said as they walked into the house.

Harry looked at him, confused. “He didn’t pressure me. He asked. Politely. I granted his request, yes, but if you care to remember, I did it on my terms. And he seemed okay with that. I don’t trust him completely, but I have a feeling I can trust him to let me set the pace. At any rate, We’ll need to talk before anything more than kissing happens.” He murmured to himself. “In case...” He trailed off.

Severus sighed. “A wise decision. But it can wait a while. Until you know him better. Do not let him rush things, and be firm with your limits. He will take you if you are willing, he is a hot-blooded male, but he is no rapist. Let him know if you feel he is pushing you into anything.” He said.

Harry nodded. “I will. Thank you for caring so much. I promise, if the time comes when I am actually ready and I decide to accept his offer, I will come to you first. Before anything physical happens, you will know. Kissing is fine. Anything more... It can wait.” He said, then turned a smile on Severus. “And thank you. For being there for me.”

Severus returned the smile. “I will always be here for you. Even when you no longer want me to be.”

Harry hummed. “I doubt that day will ever come.” He said, before heading up to his room to go to bed.

Severus smiled wistfully, and said, mostly to himself, “It will come. And I will still be here.”

*****

Harry woke and stretched, then turned over and snuggled into his pillow. There was a knock at the door.

“Mm, yes?” Harry called out.

“I just got word from Malfoy Manor. We will have company for breakfast. You have an hour and a half. Get up, shower, get dressed, teeth brushed and for the love of all things holy, brush your hair! It should lay flat now, you are not in James’ cursed body anymore.” Severus called through the door.

Harry rolled over to muffle his laughter at Severus' harassed tone in the pillow before he recovered enough to reply, “Alright, getting up!”

Severus cursed a blue streak as he walked away from the door, and Harry chuckled again, rolling out of bed.

He got up and walked to his wardrobe, grabbing his Slytherin-green silk shirt (which no one at school would ever see him in) and his grey trousers.

Best to pander to the Dark Lord when he came calling, after all.

He headed into the bathroom and began his morning ablutions.

*****

Harry came down the stairs and headed for the formal dining room, hearing soft voices from inside.

He entered, and Tom smiled at him from his spot at Severus' left hand.

“Harrison. My, don’t you look lovely today.” The Dark Lord said approvingly.

Harry smiled as he took his seat opposite the man. “Thank you, My Lord.” He said.

Tom shook his head. “You don’t need to be so very formal with me right now. You may call me Marvolo.”

Harry cocked a brow at him. “If I’m going to call you anything other than ‘My Lord,’ it's going to be Tom. That is your name.” He shot back.

“Harrison!” Severus hissed sharply.

Tom was staring at Harry, eyes narrowed and burning red. Then, his face cleared, and he sighed. “Only in private. Around the other Death Eaters, it is Marvolo.” He told Harry firmly.

Harry smiled at his small victory. “Deal.”

Severus groaned and laid his head on the table. “Harry, try not to get yourself killed just yet.” He moaned.

Tom chuckled. “Don’t worry, Severus. That fire and sass is what I liked best about the boy; it's good to see it's still in evidence. Besides, he is right. That is my name. It will be nice to hear it falling from his lips, provided he addresses me properly around the others.”

Severus lifted his head and glared at his son. “You are going to give me grey hairs!” He spat. “You are so grounded!”

Harry snorted. “Please. Where was I going to go?” He asked.

“Out with me for lunch.” Tom answered. “But, since you are now confined to the Manor, we will find a room here we can use, I suppose.” He added.

Harry deflated. “Oh.” His first date. And he'd lost it.

“Well, we might as well eat.” Tom said.

Severus nodded and snapped, and the elves began setting breakfast before them.

Harry met Tom's amused gaze and sighed. “Sorry.” He mouthed.

Tom simply smiled and shook his head. “Teenagers.” He muttered in amusement.

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Tom sat down and patted the seat next to him, on the blue couch in the parlour they were using.

Harry sat, nervous. He wanted to get to know the man, but his first discussion with him alone was going to prove daunting, he just knew it.

“We need to talk.” Tom said. “We will get nowhere if we do not know each other.”

Harry nodded. “What did you want to talk about first?”

Tom smiled. “I’d like to know everything about you, but it's a little soon for that yet. So we'll start small. School. What is your best subject? And is it your favourite?” He asked.

Harry grinned. “Well, I’m best at Defence, which is good, because for so long I’ve had that pesky Dark-Lord-trying-to-kill-me thing going on.” He said playfully.

Tom chuckled. “Ah. Well, at least I have been good for something. Even if you have an annoying habit of not dying.” He teased.

“Honestly, I’m not so sure it was you. It could just be inborn talent.” Harry grinned, then added, “I’m just that good.”

“You're just that lucky.” Tom corrected. “Speaking of our past history, I feel the need to ask: you aren’t planning to, er, vanquish me at any time, are you?”

Harry shrugged. “See, that depends on you. I’m not now. Play your cards right, and that could become not ever.” He said lightly.

Tom smiled. “Good. For all that I've pretty much achieved immortality, I’m not too keen to keep testing the theory.” He said. “Dying has proven to be unpleasant.”

“I think it's supposed to be. If it was fun, everybody would be doing it.” Harry pointed out.

“Which would make my job a lot easier.” Tom muttered. “Either way, I will stop trying to kill you if you agree to live and let live.”

Harry nodded. “I can definitely do that.” He agreed.

“Back to our discussion, now. Is Defence your favourite subject?” Tom asked.

Harry shrugged. “Subject, yes. But my favourite activity is flying. I’m on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team. I play Seeker.” He told the man.

Tom hummed. “I can see the appeal. But wouldn’t you rather fly under your own power?” He asked. “I taught your father how, and I can teach you.” He revealed.

Harry's eyes widened. “You can do that?”

Tom smiled. “You can. It takes a good deal of power, but you surely have what it takes. The Prince line is remarkably magically gifted.”

“Yes, that would be awesome! I'd like to learn!” Harry said exuberantly.

Tom chuckled. “Next summer I will teach you. Severus has told me he has plans for the rest of your Christmas holiday.”

Harry scowled. “You're a bloody tease!” He accused.

Tom's eyes flashed. “No, you are.” He scooted closer, into Harry’s personal space and leaned over the boy. “Coming down here in those clothes, looking utterly delectable after telling me I can’t have you yet.” He traced Harry's lips with a finger. “You sorely test my control, Harrison.” He whispered.

Harry gulped, and realised he was trembling. Mostly in fear. “Sir,” he whispered, “My Lord, you’re scaring me.”

Tom sighed and dropped his hand, backing away. “I apologise. Such was not my intention. We need to discuss what I can and cannot do to you before we proceed, because I am going to need to know.”

Harry sighed. “Yeah, we are. Okay, you need to not get into my personal space without warning, and don’t loom over me. Don’t grab me, don’t force or manhandle me at all, and don’t paw at me without asking. I’m very particular about being touched. I need warning and you need permission. Kissing is okay, if I know to expect it. Anything else is off-limits right now. And for a while, I expect.” He explained.

Tom frowned. “Even hand-holding?” He asked.

“That should be okay. Just don’t pull me around by the hand.” He told the man.

Tom nodded, then asked, “You’ve been mistreated by someone, haven’t you?”

Harry paled, but nodded. He didn’t say more.

Tom nodded as well. “I see. We will go slowly, and you will decide how slowly. I can give you that.”

“Thank you.” Harry whispered.

Tom shook his head. “There is no need for that. This is simple courtesy. Any decent person knows to treat a victim of certain things with care. In time, you will feel secure enough to tell me exactly what happened to you, and we will not go further than kisses until you have. I need to know what to look for in your responses to me. It is important to me that I not drive you away. I very much desire you, Harrison. The last thing I want to do is ruin my chances with you by my own foolishness and impatience. I can be a very patient man when necessary. This makes it necessary.” He finished.

“Still, I appreciate it. Waiting for something you want isn’t easy, and I’m glad you have the control to wait for me.” Harry said.

Tom sighed. “There will be much wanking in my future, I’m afraid.” He mourned.

Harry flushed brightly, but laughed.

Tom smiled at him. “You're free to imagine it, if you want. If it helps my chances any.” He offered.

Harry cleared his throat, still blushing. “I'll keep that in mind.”

There was a knock on the door, then it was opened. Severus peeked in. “Hand check.” He said.

Both Tom and Harry raised their hands, smiling.

Severus' eyes narrowed as he looked at Harry. “Why are you flushed?” He asked suspiciously.

Harry chuckled. “We were talking about wanking.” He explained.

Severus looked distinctly unamused. “Elaborate.” He demanded shortly.

Tom put his hands down and replied, “I was just lamenting that it’s going to be a rather frequent occurrence in my life for the foreseeable future, that’s all.”

“That had better be all you do for the foreseeable future, Lord or not. I will kill you if you touch my son without his say-so.” Severus snapped.

“He will set the pace. I have already assured him of that.” Tom answered.

Severus nodded. “Good.” He left and shut the door behind him.

Harry sighed loudly. “He means well.”

“He threatened me!” Tom said, in disbelief. “He's never done that before.” He murmured. He looked at Harry. “You're a bad influence on him.” He said.

Harry grinned. “I’m a bad influence on most people. You'd better be careful, I'll corrupt you, too.”

Tom snorted. “Oh, yes, I wish you luck on that. I could teach you things that would curl your hair.” He said.

"You'd better not, Severus likes me looking like him.”

Tom reached out and fingered a strand his hair. “It wouldn’t take much.” He mused. “You already have a slight wave to it.”

Harry smiled. “From my Mum.” He told the man.

Tom nodded. “Yes, I remember.” He agreed. “Beautiful, red curls. Shame she chose to die. Severus wanted her badly.”

Harry hummed as Tom dropped his hand. “She wanted me safe. She had no guarantee of what would happen if she stood aside.” He told the man.

“Still, such a waste. Such a shame.” Tom mourned.

Harry sighed and stood. “You still need to talk to Severus, and I want to go get some reading done. We've discussed enough for today. You can always write me, if you have no time to visit. I would treasure letters from you.”

Tom smiled, getting up as well. “I could. Would you mind giving me another kiss?”

Harry smiled back. “I suppose I could. A proper one this time. With tongue.”

Tom's smile turned predatory. “Oh, my pleasure.” He purred, then bent to claim Harry's mouth.

Harry gasped into the kiss, clutching at the man's shoulders for stability as his knees nearly buckled.

Tom wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling Harry against him and holding him up.

Harry could feel Tom, winding through his head, and with his Occlumency shields, that simply shouldn’t be possible. But Harry pushed it aside and focused on the kiss, his first.

It was warm, and wet, and he was feeling things that he’d never felt before, such wonderful feelings! He felt himself grow hard, and flushed, breaking the kiss and pulling away.

Tom looked at him, confused, until Harry’s bright flush and the hard cock pressing against his leg registered. Then he smiled.

“Ah, yes. That can sometimes happen, just ignore it until we are ready to do something about it. It will go away.” Tom assured him.

Harry nodded. “Er, yeah. Bye!” He stammered, then fled.

Tom chuckled. The boy was a delight. Shy, but there was passion there, and Tom would help coax it out, slowly and gently. The effort would pay off someday.

He left the room in search of Severus.

*****

“He went to his room, I believe.” Tom said evenly.

Severus sighed and took one of the armchairs in the room. “Why?” He asked.

Tom smiled. “It’s rather private. Ask him.”

Severus hummed, and folded his hands, resting his chin on them. “What exactly do you want with him?” He asked.

Tom shrugged. “A bed mate, a companion. Someone to love.”

Severus' brow rose. “A husband?” He pressed.

Tom's eyes widened. “Now, don’t put words into my mouth—" 

“Then I suggest you don't put your tongue into my son's mouth!” Severus snapped.

Tom recoiled. “You're really serious.” He said in shock. “Severus, the boy is really far too young to be considering—”

“Any of this!” Severus interrupted. “And you are asking it of him anyway.” He got up and walked up to the man, placing his hands on the arms of his chair and leaning into his personal space. “If you worm your way into his heart and break it, a very real concern with someone who loves as deeply and easily as him, I will turn on you, without a thought. And you will not survive the experience. Keep in mind everything I know about you, all the secrets I could easily spill to the other side, were I so inclined. My loyalty lies with you, but it lies first and foremost with my family. Harry is the most important thing in my life right now. Make sure he is the most important thing in yours, or cease your pursuit of him.”

Tom sat, very still, staring at Severus warily. He gathered his thoughts and finally spoke. “Severus, you are one of my trusted few, second only to Lucius. I value you, and know how formidable a foe you would be. I will not break the boy's heart. I have no plans to leave him, and if that were to ever happen, it would be done carefully, I would make sure he was ready to end things first. But I don't know that I will ever marry.”

Severus sighed, and added one more thing. “If you ever make my son cry, your life is forfeit. Just know that.” He went back and sat in his seat.

Tom hummed. “He said he’s been hurt. Who hurt him?” He asked.

Severus shook his head. “He will tell you when he is ready.”

“What did they do?” Tom asked.

Again, a shake of the head. “Ask him.”

Tom's fists clenched and he asked tightly. “Will I need to kill for him?”

Severus smiled. “Yes.”  

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“So what did you and the Dark Lord discuss?” Severus asked as they sat down for dinner. “Aside from his apparently ravenous sexual appetite?” He added, disapproval colouring every syllable.

“Oh, calm down, you've had sex, too, or I wouldn’t be here.” Harry said in amusement. “We talked about school.” He answered.

Severus gave him a look. “And?” He pressed.

Harry looked down at his food, pushing a pea around his plate with his fork. “And other things.” He said softly. Evasively.

“Such as?”

Harry realised he wasn’t going to drop the issue until Harry eased his mind.

“We discussed what he is and is not allowed to do with me. Things that bother me. Scare me.” He added the last in a whisper.

“Harrison, please look at me. This is important.” Severus said.

Harry looked up and met his eyes.

“Someday, those things will not scare you anymore. You will heal, and the memories will become distant. All it takes is time. When those wounds do heal, and you are ready to remove a limitation from your list, tell him. He will not be able to get inside your mind to know, with your shields. He will willingly walk on eggshells for you, but not forever. He expects open communication from you, and so you must be willing to tell him how you feel, the good and the bad. You need not be as open as you are with me, but a certain level of trust is essential in any relationship. Do you understand?” Severus asked.

Harry nodded. “Yeah, I get it. Something odd happened earlier, when we kissed. Well, two things, really.”

“Oh?” Severus said, interested.

“Well, I…” Harry flushed. “I got hard.” He admitted.

Severus smiled. “A good sign.” He said. “You are apparently attracted to him. I bet he liked that.”

Harry flushed further. “I’m pretty sure he did. Also, he got into my head.”

Severus went very still. “How?” He asked.

Harry shrugged. “I don’t know. My shields were still up, but while we were kissing, as soon as he slipped his tongue into my mouth, I could feel him in there. He didn’t go for any memories, or anything, just drifted around. Exploring. It was strange. But it felt… Right. Like my mind was welcoming him home, or something.” He finished.

Severus' brow furrowed. “That is strange. I have never heard of such a thing except from creatures that share a bond, and it doesn’t ever happen until the inheritance hits. I will do some research as to why it might have happened. I expect the Dark Lord is probably doing the same right now.”

“Probably.” Harry said. “When do we start my Dark Arts lessons?” He asked, to change the subject.

“We could do that after dinner, if you like. Eat, Harrison. You are too skinny in this new body. I don’t like it.” Severus added.

Harry grinned and continued eating.

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“Firstly, you need to learn how to shield your aura from being read. It can be manipulated to look a certain way, but only the Selwyn line has a talent for that, and while I know it can be done, I know not how to do it. So I will teach you what I do know. To hide your aura, you pull it inside yourself.” Severus told Harry.

Harry frowned. “I what?”

Severus sighed. “You can feel your magic hovering around your body if you concentrate. It's like a leak, only all over. It's slightly tingly.”

Harry concentrated, and found that, yes, there was a slight tingling all over. It extended a few inches out from his body in all directions, and he tried to draw it in.

Severus cast a charm and watched him. “You're getting it. Keep it up.”

Harry pulled harder and imagined a magnet inside him that pulled on magic rather than metal, that would suck all the stray magic in, and the tingling seemed to condense inside him.

“Good. Hold it in as often as you can, until it becomes reflexive. You will need to do that whenever you are somewhere that Dumbledore might see you. He can read auras. The more Dark Magic you use, the darker your aura will become.” Severus said, cancelling the spell to see Harry’s aura.

“What colour is Tom's aura?” Harry asked.

Severus scowled. “I don’t know. Black, I would assume. He has used Avada Kedavra a good deal, and that will turn an aura black if used too often.” He said.

Harry looked intrigued. “How many times can you use it before your aura turns black?”

“Is that really important?” Severus asked.

“It might be.”

Severus sighed, then asked, “How many people are you thinking of killing, then?”

Harry thought for a moment, then answered, “Three.”

Severus knew exactly who he meant. “Get in line.” He muttered.

Harry frowned. “You can't have Vernon. He's mine.” He said firmly.

“I daresay the Dark Lord will get to him well before you can cast that curse. Your uncle will not survive the meeting.” Severus told him.

Harry frowned, then sighed. “Dudley?”

“Might make it.” Severus told him.

“Then I want him. And Petunia. And Ron.”

“We will give you the boy. And your former friend. I want Petunia.” Severus growled.

Harry shrugged. “Fine. Just don’t lose track of Dudley. He'll go into foster care.”

Severus looked offended. “He will do no such thing! The Dark Lord and I will bring him here. He will stay in our dungeon until you are ready to cast your first Avada Kedavra. The Dark Lord will want to witness it. He will be so proud.” He said.

Harry snorted. “Of course he will. So, what first?”

Severus nodded decisively. “The lip-locker. The wand movement is a swiping motion over the lips in question, simple enough, and the incantation is ‘notitia abierunt.’ Be careful with the pronunciation on the last word, it can be tricky.”

Harry tried, but Severus stopped him.

“Ah-bi-eh-roont.” He corrected, flipping the ‘r.’ “Again. It is already clear you need to know this one.”

Harry tried again, slower, and Severus nodded. “Faster.”

Harry said it again, faster.

“Once more. As quickly as you can accurately do it.” Severus instructed.

Harry said the incantation one more time, accurately and as quickly as Severus had the first time.

Severus smiled proudly. “Perfect. Now, as with the previous one, you must hold the information you wish to hide within your mind as you cast. This spell will keep them from speaking entirely when they wish to tell your secret, and will cloud the information from Legilimency by layering your Occlumency shields over it. It will last past your death, so be sure it is acceptable for that information to disappear once you do.”

Harry nodded. “How do I modify it so that they can speak about the secret to me?” He asked.

Severus shook his head. “It already is keyed to your presence. You can key it to other parties by including their names in the spell when cast. Once they approach the other persons that know and speak of the secret, the spells on the other parties will alter by including them in turn. That is the only way they may speak of it without you in the same room. Be careful with that modification, it can be risky.” He warned.

“Sounds like. But bloody useful!” Harry said enthusiastically.

“Language.” Severus chastised.

Harry shot him a glare, though it was weak.

Severus returned with a smirk. “No son of mine is going to have a potty mouth.” He hummed, then added, “At least not before he is sixteen.”

“Bet you weren’t sixteen the first time you swore.” Harry muttered.

Severus laughed. “I wasn’t.” He admitted. “But I never did it in my parents' presence!”

“Not even after you were seventeen?” Harry asked curiously, and the mirth in Severus' eyes abruptly died.

“They died when I was sixteen.” He admitted softly. “I never got the chance to be an adult around them.” He sighed. “I was not sad to lose my father, he was a drunkard that liked to get violent. Losing my mother, though… That hurt.”

Harry was silent for long moments, then he asked, timidly. “What happened to them? If you can talk about it.”

“Sit.” Severus said, walking over to the couch and patting the spot next to him as he took a seat.

Harry sat, turned toward the man.

“They were at a Christmas party. I was staying at school that holiday, as I did most years, to escape my father. According to the police reports, Tobias, my father, got roaring drunk at the party. He began to get disruptive, and was asked to leave. As they left, my mother tried to get the keys from him and convince him to call a cab, but he wouldn’t listen to her, or the other three people that tried to stop him from driving. He forced her to get into the car and began driving home. They wrecked just two blocks from our home at Spinner's End. Father died instantly. Mother… She held on just long enough for me to see her in the hospital a day after the crash. I held her hand as the light left her eyes.” He finished sadly, and Harry's heart broke. He wrapped his arms around the man as he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“It was not your fault, it was years before you were even born. But you know, now, why I will not forsake you. I know what it is to be alone in the world. I would never wish that on my son.” Severus said solemnly. “You will have me for as many years as I can give you. Hopefully it will be more than my mother was able to give to me.”

Harry nodded. “I hope so.”

Severus smiled. “I intend to live to see you marry your Dark Lord. So I can give you away into his keeping.” He quipped.

Harry laughed. “I don’t really think Tom is marriage material!” He said.

“Funny, he said the same thing. Nevertheless, I will see it done.” Severus said firmly, standing. “Now, get to bed.”

Harry dug something out of his pocket and handed it to Severus as he stood. “My mother’s journal. You said you'd read it.” He said.

Severus took it reverently. “And so I shall.” He murmured.

“I want it back when you are done with it.” Harry said. “The picture inside, too.”

Severus frowned and opened it, looking at the picture. He traced it, smiling. “I still have my copy. In my room. I will return it as it is.”

Harry smiled. “Maybe this will make you happy. I didn’t mean to bring up bad memories.”

Severus nodded. “It is only natural to be curious. You may ask me anything. Most things I will answer. Those that I will not, you will at least get a reason from me.”

Harry nodded. “Good night, Severus.”

“Sweet dreams, Harrison.” He said, sitting back down and turning to the first page of the journal.

Harry smiled and headed to bed.

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Harry was practically giddy with excitement as Severus pulled his hood on. “Stop vibrating, Harrison. Temper your excitement.”

“I can’t! He wanted me there, too! I want to know why!” He said exuberantly.

Severus merely sighed and led the way out the door. “For the love of Merlin!” He reached out and pulled the cowled hood of his grandfather’s cloak over Harry’s face. “Cowl yourself until he makes it clear he wants your identity known, you bloody idiot!”

Harry stuck his tongue out at Severus. Luckily, the cowled hood hid the motion from his father.

“Come.” Severus held out an arm.

Harry took hold and they Apparated.

They arrived in Malfoy Manor's ballroom.

Tom was standing at the front of the room, Lucius slightly behind his right shoulder.

Severus went to him and kissed the hem of his robe, murmuring, “My Lord.”

Harry bent to echo him, and Tom grabbed his arm.

“Not you. You stand here, beside me.” Harry met Severus' eyes, shocked, but his father merely nodded once, in satisfaction it seemed, before stepping down and standing right in front.

//Why// Harry asked in parseltongue.

Tom smirked. //You are to be my consort. It is a position of honour. You are not a servant, as your father is.// He said simply.

//I don’t like that he has to kiss your robe like the others.// Harry said.

Tom met his eyes, an eyebrow raised, as a few more followers came forward to kiss his robe. //Nevertheless, Harrison, he chose that position. He is comfortable there, by now. You have been chosen for a different path, and it comes with certain perks. You'll learn to like them.// He said surely, then turned to the room and switched to English. “My faithful, you are here today for two reasons. Firstly, I would like you to meet my second, my consort.” He turned to Harry. “Remove the cowl.” He said softly.

Harry pushed the cowled hood down to pool around his neck, revealing his face.

“Harrison Prince, formerly known as Harry Potter.” Tom told them all, and eyes widened as muttering broke out. “Harm him in any way, and you will answer to me. Your punishment will be most unpleasant.” He told them firmly.

“My Lord,” One of the hooded Death Eaters spoke up, “Why have you chosen this boy as your consort when any one of us would be more than happy to fill the role?”

“None of you pleased my eye as much as he did. He may be young, yes, but youth does have certain advantages. Also, Mulciber, Crucio!”

Harry stuck out his hand as the screaming started and pushed Tom's wand down, cutting off the spell.

//What are you doing?!// Tom snapped in parseltongue.

//He only asked a question. You don’t need to torture him for that.// Harry told him in the same language.

//I don’t like being questioned.// Tom replied.

“My Lord, he is obviously too soft-hearted, too weak to be by your side.” Another Death Eater spoke up.

Harry looked at the man with a raised eyebrow, turned to Tom and said, in English, “Okay, you can torture that one.”

Tom smirked and cast the pain curse again.

Harry watched as the man screamed and writhed in pain. After three minutes, he turned back to Tom. “That should be enough. He might still be useful. Who is that, anyway?”

Tom shrugged. “Marcus Goyle.” He said flippantly.

Harry smirked, and looked at the man as he shakily got to his feet. “Careful, Mr. Goyle. My father is teaching me some Darker spells, now, and if I get into a fight with your son at school, Dumbledore will back me. Until he learns of my switch, I am a dangerous foe for the Dark children to have.” He warned.

The man bowed his head at the threat from his Lord's consort.

“Bring in the hopefuls.” Tom spoke, and the man still standing near the door opened it, and six figures came in, cowled as Harry had been. They lined up before Tom and the man spoke. “Remove your cowls.”

They pushed them back, and Harry was left looking at Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson and Millicent Bulstrode.

“You all will answer to my consort, Harrison. Begin now by showing him proper respect.” Tom told them.

Draco's eyes flashed angrily, but he was the first to sink into a bow at his feet. “My Lord.” He said through gritted teeth.

“No.” Harry said flatly, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him back to his feet. He turned to Tom. “They're mine?” He asked.

Tom smiled. “Until their initiation, yes. Use them well, and I might let you keep them.” He told Harry.

“They won't call me ‘My Lord.’ I don’t like it.” Harry said flatly.

Tom looked surprised. “Then what would you have them call you?”

Harry thought for a moment, then smiled. “Their Prince.” He said.

“Simple, elegant, and also accurate. I like it.” Tom said.

“And they won’t bow to me. I will accept camaraderie, and give it in return, but I don’t want grovelling. Can we put the past aside, everyone? Malfoy?” He asked pointedly.

Draco glared at him, but answered, “Yes, My Prince.”

“Look, I’m going to need you guys on my side. If I’m turning on Dumbledore, it puts me in danger. You may not like me right now, but I'm hoping we can become friends. Can I trust you to have my back?” He asked, looking around at them all.

“Can we have your front, too?” Pansy asked flirtatiously.

Harry laughed and shook his head. “Afraid not, Our Lord has claimed most of me. It's my back, or nothing.”

Pansy pouted. “Shame. But I'll help you out if need be.”

Draco nodded reluctantly, and the others followed suit. “We can play nice. Until you prove yourself a traitor to our cause. I don’t trust easily.” Draco told him.

Harry just smiled. “You'll come to trust me.”

Tom got their attention. “For now, you are to keep covert watch over him. If you come across information he needs, you will relay it to him in a discreet manner. You will protect him from Dumbledore. If he gives you an instruction, assume it comes from me. I will be in contact with him frequently. He is my second, my consort, and you will treat him as such.”

All the Slytherin’s eyes widened dramatically at that news.

Harry flushed as they all looked at him in shock.

“In time,” Tom spoke again, drawing their attention, “I will have a signifier for you made, that will let Harry induct new hopefuls and alert you when he needs you. Only those who wear one will be able to see the others. For now, simply keep the lines of communication open. Harrison will read any letters you send him. Feel free to talk of whatever you please with him, it would please me to see him count you among his friends by the end of the school year.” He finished. “You are all dismissed.” He spoke to the room at large.

People began leaving and Tom grabbed Harry's arm as he made to go to Severus.

Harry tensed, and Tom released him, cursing. “Sorry. May I have your hand?”

Harry frowned, but held out his hand, palm-down.

Tom took it gently and turned it over, pressing a kiss to the palm. “I think I have discovered what allowed me into your mind last time we kissed.” He said softly. He turned it over and kissed the back of it. “But I need a little more testing.” He murmured, sliding a hand into Harry’s hair. “May I?” He asked.

Harry's eyes fluttered closed, aware that there were witnesses. Plenty of people had stopped at the spectacle of their Lord having a tender moment with his consort. “Yes.” He whispered, and Tom claimed his lips.

The kiss was deep, and Harry felt Tom slip into his mind again just as tongues met. Tom drifted, feeling at home and at peace, here in the sanctuary of his consort’s mind. He broke the kiss after long moments and frowned. “Hm. Yes, I know what this is. I will need time to decide how I feel about it, and then I will let you know what it is and what our options are. Can you wait a few days?” He asked.

Harry smiled. “I can wait as long as you want. I expect I'll have plenty of letters to respond to over the next few days, anyway.”

Tom chuckled. “Get to know them. They will be your personal guard until your seventh year.” He told Harry.

Harry frowned. “But some of them turn seventeen sixth year.” He said in confusion.

“And they will likely leave you sooner, but Draco will be assisting you for most of your sixth year before he is given into my service. Make use of him as you will.” Tom told him.

Harry nodded. “Alright.” He turned, and caught Draco staring. The blond quickly averted his eyes and made to leave. “Malfoy!” Harry called out, and he stopped and turned back around.

“My Prince?”

“It's okay to look, I wouldn’t have given permission if I didn’t want people to see us kissing. I know it must be strange to see.” Harry said, walking up to him.

“Very strange.” Draco admitted. “And you can call me Draco, I don’t mind.” He told Harry.

Harry smiled. “Alright. Does it bother you? I can be sensitive to your presence if seeing that makes you uncomfortable.” He offered.

“It doesn’t.” Draco said. Then he added. “Just a little surprised. He's never wanted a consort before you, according to Father. It makes me wonder what’s so different about you?”

Harry shrugged. “Don’t know. But if I’m going to make the switch to the Dark side, why not go all in, right?”

“Spoken like a true Gryffindor.” Draco muttered.

“Oh, there's a good deal of Slytherin in me, too. You'll see it, I’m sure.” Harry assured him. “Give it time.”

“Harrison, are you ready to go?” Severus asked, coming up behind him.

“Just a second.” He said before focusing back on Draco. “Write me. I’m going to need a second among the hopefuls. Who knows, you may earn that place. It won’t earn you the, er, physical perks that come with being the Dark Lord's second, but it will still be important.”

Draco smiled. “I'll keep that in mind. Expect my owl, Harrison Prince.” He said.

Harry smiled. “I eagerly await it, Draco Malfoy.” He returned before joining Severus. “Let's go home.” He said happily.

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Harry woke to a tapping at his window. He got out of bed very reluctantly and let the owl in. He took the note and smiled as the owl nuzzled his hand, then hooted. “Want a treat?” He walked over to his nightstand and dug out an owl treat, tossing it to the bird. The owl caught it, ate it, and hooted one more time before taking off.

Harry opened the letter.

“My Pretty Prince,” Harry winced. ‘Well, Tom can never see this letter.’ He checked the bottom. ‘Or Pansy will die a horrible death.’

He continued reading.

“My Father was right when he suggested that Professor Snape was your father, I see. I must say, I am surprised that he was reinstated as a Prince, but my father tells me he got back in for following Our Lord, so it makes sense.

You look much better now! Your hair, especially. You really needed some help before. I do hope you keep this face when we go back to school, and henceforth.

I don’t have any solid information for you yet, but I have a firm grasp of Hogwarts' gossip mill, so I will keep my ears open for you.

On that note, there are whispers that Ronald Weasley is going to do something to you, probably sometime soon. I don’t know what or when, but if I hear anything, you’ll be the first to know. That being said, watch your back.

Most gossip reaches my ears fairly fast, so if there’s ever anything you want to know, simply ask. I know now that lying to you is a bad idea, so you will get my total honesty.

Lucky you!

Hoping this letter finds you well, and doesn’t wake you up,

Pansy Parkinson"

Harry sighed. “But it did wake me.” He muttered. There was a knock at the door. “Apparently not very early, though. I'm up!” He shouted.

“Get dressed and downstairs. Lucius is coming for breakfast. Our Lord has news, but he is busy getting a new endeavour started today. Lucius is here to tell us what it is. He wants you to know.” Severus said.

Harry sighed. “Alright.” He called out, then went to get some clothes.

He dressed after a quick shower and headed down for breakfast.

Lucius was there, and so was Draco, to Harry's surprise.

“Hi. Why are you here?” Harry asked Draco.

“I heard Father was visiting Uncle Sev, so I asked to come along.” Draco answered.

Harry frowned. “Uncle Sev?” He asked, looking at Severus.

Severus nodded. “Draco is my Godson. Lucius and I are practically brothers. He has always called me that. Just never in public.”

Harry nodded. “Okay. So what's the big news?” He asked.

Lucius cleared his throat. “Our Lord has taken a loan from me, in order to purchase his Muggle Father's Manor. He has several Death Eaters working to rebuild it, and it should be habitable in two months' time. He will be moving in, as well as preparing a room for you.” He said to Harry. Harry could hear that the man was unsure as to how to address him.

“Oh. You can use my name, it’s fine. That’s great, he can move out of your home and you’ll have your space again. Why a room for me, though?” Harry asked.

Severus sneered. “Obviously he thinks you may stay with him sometime. As if I'll allow that.” He said.

Harry looked at him. “I’m a legal adult, remember. You can’t exactly stop me.”

Severus shot him a glare. “I can and I will!” He snapped.

“And in doing so, ostracize yourself from your only son.” Harry said flatly.

Severus quieted and turned thoughtful. “You'd go that far?” He asked softly.

“Not yet.” Harry answered calmly. “But once I come to care for him more, yes, you'd be surprised what I'd do for those that earn my love. Not to say I won’t love you more, but I can’t abide those that force their wills on me. You know why.”

“I do.” Severus said. “But I don’t trust him alone with you overnight.”

Harry smiled. “You won't ever get over that unless you let him have me overnight. Once I trust him enough to go, you should trust us both well enough to know we will behave.” He pointed out.

Draco scoffed. “Who would trust you to behave?” He asked.

Harry gave him a flat look. “In that respect? Anyone who knows me well enough.”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“You don’t need to know. Suffice to say, Severus should trust me alone with him.” Harry told him.

Severus sighed loudly. “I do trust you, Harrison. I don’t trust him. He could set you back so far. You saw just last night how easily he forgets—”

“And I’m willing to forgive that slip! You don’t get to pick what I allow and what I don't! That’s my responsibility, and I can handle it!” Harry snapped.

In an undertone, Draco said to Lucius, “If I talked to you like that, you'd slap me silly!”

Lucius hummed. “Severus and Harry are obviously discussing a tender subject. You'll notice they are being intentionally vague. Stay out of it, Draco.” He added softly.

Draco hummed in consideration, but nodded in acceptance, focusing on his food as his father was while Harry and Severus simmered.

Finally, Severus broke the silence. “You're right, Harrison. I'm—”

“Don’t worry about it.” Harry cut him off. “You're family, I already forgave you. Just let me make those choices for myself, yeah? I can be trusted, and so can he.” He smiled wryly. “Besides, if he can’t be, maybe it’s just one of those lessons I'll have to learn the hard way.”

Severus’ whole body tensed. “Don’t say that. Fate would not be that cruel a mistress to you.”

Harry met his eyes. “She hasn’t exactly been kind to me thus far, though, has she?” He asked.

Severus didn’t answer, eyes dropping to his plate. After a few moments, he glanced up to find Harry staring at him. “Eat.” He prompted.

Harry sighed and began eating again. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” Harry said softly between bites, adding, “It's just that… Bad things happen to me. You learn to expect it after a while.”

Severus growled and stabbed at his sausage. “I intend to change that!” He snarled.

Harry smiled at him. “If anyone can, it'll be you.” He said surely.

The rest of the meal was strained, and Draco and Lucius left shortly after, sensing Harry and Severus' need for a frank, open conversation.

As soon as they left, Severus turned to Harry. “I’m just worried he'll forget to be careful with you and push you into something you’re not ready for. He could easily set back your recovery, Harrison. You cannot rush these things.” He said, almost pleadingly.

Harry nodded. “I get that. And you’re right, he forgot and grabbed me to restrain me when I had told him not to. But he’s new to this, Severus, he needs time to learn me better. And as soon as he realised what he did, he apologised and asked permission to touch me. He'll get better, but he needs allowances for the occasional mistake. If I can forgive him, you can, too.”

“I just don’t want him to have the opportunity to force you. Leaving you alone with him at night gives him that chance.” Severus said.

Harry smiled. “Wasn’t it you that said he was no rapist?”

Severus scowled. “He hasn’t been yet.” He corrected.

“I don’t think he will be. I’m sure he knows that if he wants into my pants badly enough, all he has to do is wait and it will be easy for him to charm his way into them once I'm ready.” Harry said, amused.

“That's partially what I’m worried about.” Severus muttered.

Harry shook his head. “I’m going to have sex eventually, Severus. You can’t stop that. No matter what you do, I’m going to get better, I’m going to grow up, and I’m going to develop urges. There's no stopping it.” He said firmly. “You have to let me.”

Severus nodded and headed out of the room. “Come, Harrison. I've a new spell to teach you.”

Harry frowned, but followed him. “What kind of spell?” He asked curiously.

“One you can use to defend yourself from anyone that tries anything with you. And just so you know, being a legal adult also means you can use magic outside of school. Adults are trusted to use their better judgement in that regard, but if you need it, you are allowed now. Just not in front of Muggles.” Severus told him.

Harry grinned. “Great!” He said enthusiastically.

“Don’t go wild with it, though. I’m sure there is a brain in there somewhere, stunted though it may be. Use it.” Severus told him, entering the library and going to one of the back shelves. He carefully chose a book and pulled it down, then opened it to a page and flipped through until he found what he was looking for. He set it on a table.

Harry looked at the page. “The crushing curse?” He winced. “That sounds painful. Is it lethal?”

“That depends on the caster. It draws on negative emotions, so if you are frightened enough, yes, it can be.” Severus told him.

Harry shuddered. “Alright.” He drew his wand. “But if I'm only a little nervous?” He asked.

“It will force him into the foetal position, but no further. It will not harm him unless you need it to.” Severus told him.

Harry nodded. “How do we test this one?” He asked.

Severus drew out a handkerchief and transfigured it into a rat. “Any negative emotions will work, so you can use anger for this one, too. The incantation is ‘contundito.’ The motion is just to point and cast. I'd suggest thinking of—”

“Vernon.” Harry finished for him, voice toneless.

Severus nodded. “Or your former friend. Either one will work.”

Harry squared his shoulders, concentrated on Ron, and felt himself fill with a self-righteous fury. How could he be expected to control who his parents were? Where did Ron get off deciding Harry was somehow different just because his father was a biased Slytherin? Harry had no control over the circumstances of his birth, and it didn’t change him even a bit unless he chose to let it!

He aimed at the rat and let fly. The spell connected and the rat squealed, compressing in on itself. Harry let up the pressure and the rat relaxed.

He then dug into the box, pulling out the memory of the first time Vernon had thrown him down, pinned him to the bed, and made him bleed.

He felt the terror suffuse him, clogging his throat, and cast again.

The rat folded in on itself, squeaking madly as bones snapped, sounding painful. Then there was a loud crack, and it fell silent, unmistakably dead.

Harry swallowed and looked up at his father, eyes shadowed with pain and fear. “Thank you.” He said softly. “But I need to be alone for a while now.” He told the man.

Severus nodded, understanding the need to compose himself again after that trying experience.

But Harry knew how to lock those memories back up.

He’d be fine after an hour or so.

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Harry had met more owls that break than at any other time in his life. He had received letters from each of the hopefuls and was shocked to learn that Crabbe and Goyle were actually quite literate, and hid their true smarts behind masks of stupidity to disarm their opponents. It was good to know he hadn’t been handed two bumbling brutes as part of Tom's gift to him. It was the last day of break, and he was waiting eagerly for the visit Tom had promised to make. He was due any second.

Harry jumped as the fireplace flared and Tom stepped out.

“Tom!” Harry threw himself at the man and Tom caught him around the waist, hugging him before he released him. “I missed you.” Harry added.

Tom laughed. “Yes, I can tell. So hugs are okay?” He checked.

Harry grinned. “If I initiate them or you don’t come in too fast, hugs are fine. I have to be expecting them, or I sometimes lash out. Neither of us want that.” He explained.

“No, we do not.” Tom agreed. “Where is your father?”

Harry grinned. “Brewing. Our rules are as follows:” Harry listed them off on his fingers, “No going into my room, no going into his room, no testing whether you can get past the blood Wards on certain rooms, and doors stay open. We can talk about anything, though, because us and him are the only people here, so anyone overhearing us isn’t a concern.” Harry said.

Tom nodded. “I see. Well, lead the way.”

Harry led him to the blue parlour and pushed him onto the couch, sitting next to him and leaning into his side. “I've decided.” He said abruptly.

“Decided what?” Tom asked, holding his hand out in offer.

Harry took it, linking their fingers together. “I'm going to accept the offer of being your consort. Only once I’m ready for that step, of course.”

Tom smiled. “Well, that’s good, since I’ve already introduced you as such.”

Harry grinned back. “Yeah, that was a bit presumptuous of you, but I forgive easily, so you're safe from my wrath. Be careful not to put words in my mouth again, though. I might make you a liar just to spite you.” He warned.

Tom looked affronted. “Well you had let me kiss you twice and were obviously enjoying it. I assumed it was a safe bet you'd accept. Seemed like you already had.”

“Well, I hadn’t, so next time, make sure, yeah?” Harry said, then leaned into the man, unlinking their fingers to draw idle patterns on his palm.

Tom watched with a small smile on his face. “What are you doing?” He asked indulgently.

“Learning you.” Harry answered, turning his hand over and tracing each finger. “You've big hands.” He commented. “Are you correspondingly big in other places?” He asked impishly, peeking up at the man through his lashes.

Tom smirked. “Well, I certainly like to think so. I’m plenty big enough.” He added.

Harry nodded, then told him, softly, “You'll have to be extra careful with me, when we get there.”

Tom lifted his face with a finger under his chin and told him, “I will be the most tender and patient man to ever touch your body, when we reach that point. You will have no complaints, I will see to it.” He smiled. “But it will be a while yet before we get there.”

Harry nodded his agreement and added, “At least a year.”

Tom hummed. “Perhaps two. You are so young.”

Harry frowned. “Well don’t make me wait too long!” He said vehemently. “I'll die of frustration!”

Tom chuckled. “No, you won't. There are plenty of things we can do that do not include actual penetration, Harrison. You will have a lively sex life when you are ready, but we can wait for some things.”

Harry dropped his hand to cross his arms. “Wait, he says. What if I tell you I’m ready over the summer?” He asked.

Tom shook his head. “I’m fairly certain your father would kill me.”

“I wouldn’t tell him!” Harry shouted.

“I would know, Harrison.” Severus said from the doorway.

Harry whipped around and saw him wiping his hands on a dish towel. “How long have you been listening in?” He asked.

Severus raised an eyebrow and answered, “Long enough.”

Harry flushed, and Tom laughed. “See, that’s why we would need to wait. Parents have ways of showing up at the most inopportune times!”

Harry huffed.

“I take it by your conversation you have accepted his offer?” Severus asked.

Harry nodded. “I was going to tell you after he left. We still need to talk about it, but later.” He said.

Severus nodded. “I will be ready to discuss things with you once he leaves.” He said, then left the doorway.

“Well, that was embarrassing.” Harry said.

Tom chuckled. “I’m sure it was, for you. I didn’t mind so much, we weren’t actually doing anything to be ashamed about.” He told Harry. “Talking is not the same as doing.”

Harry huffed. “I know. I can actually do one of those.” He muttered.

Tom hummed and traced his cheek. “In time, Harrison, in time. May I kiss you?” He asked.

Harry smiled. “Yeah, sure. You don’t always have to ask, you know. Just come in slow so I can be ready.”

Tom returned the smile. “I'll keep that in mind.” He said right before lips met.

Harry sighed into the kiss, feeling hands threading their way into his hair. He shifted a bit, and the hands tugged.

He froze, and the kiss was immediately broken.

Tom worked his hands free carefully. “Don’t pull your hair?” He asked.

Harry let out a shaky breath. “Apparently not.” ‘I repressed that one.’ He thought.

Tom nodded. “Sorry.”

Harry shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. I didn’t know, either.”

“So, the reason I can get into your mind when we kiss is because,” He took a deep breath, “You’re a horcrux.”

Harry frowned. “What’s that?” He asked.

Tom hummed. “Nasty bit of magic, but it’s what’s kept me alive when I shouldn’t be. You do a ritual that involves some unpleasantness, followed by a murder, and then place a piece of your soul inside an object. I found out you can use a living thing, and used my snake, Nagini. She was once human, but she lost the ability to transform back, and asked that I use her in any way I desired. So I made her a horcrux. She feels useful that way. You were unintended, but that is why I can get past your shields when we touch intimately enough. You house a piece of my soul. So long as you are living, I cannot die.”

Harry swallowed. “What does that mean for us?”

Tom sighed heavily. “Because I have other Horcruxes, I will not die even when you pass. I do not want to live without you.”

Harry frowned. “You can always get rid of your horcruxes.” He told the man.

“I do not want to. I told you, dying is unpleasant. I do not want to go through it again.” Tom said sharply. He met Harry’s eyes. “I want you to make a horcrux. And rule by my side, forever.”

Harry shook his head. “I don’t want to live forever!”

“Is there no way to convince you?” Tom asked. “I already heard from Severus that you intend to kill. It isn’t that hard to do the ritual first.” He tilted his head. “I could be your vessel.” He offered.

Harry frowned. “No!” He said firmly.

Tom recoiled. “You would deny me this?” He asked, obviously hurt.

“Um, yeah.” Harry told him. “Besides, how long do drackens usually live?”

Tom frowned. “An odd change of subject, but about five hundred years. Why is that important?”

“You’ll have to be happy with that long, because Severus and I are pretty sure I have an inheritance coming.” Harry told him.

Tom’s eyes widened comically. “Oh, I’m dizzy.” He breathed, leaning back against the couch. “Dracken? Really?”

Harry nodded. “Yeah. They run in his family.”

“But it takes a lot of power to become one.” Tom said.

“I have a lot of power.” Harry told Tom.

“I suppose, if you are set on leaving me,” Tom’s mouth twisted into a grimace, “That I can do away with my horcruxes. Nagini will have to die.” He said reluctantly.

Harry sighed. “She can be last. When I get all old and withered, we can kill her. She doesn’t need to know until closer to the end.”

Tom nodded, deep in thought. Then he smiled. “If you’re going to be a dracken, I’m going to have a mate. Won’t Nagini be pleased?”

Harry gulped. “You may not be my mate.” He said quietly.

Tom’s eyes flashed blood-red fire as he sat upright. “I will be. If we grow close enough before the time comes for your inheritance. Magic makes allowances for close associations. Otherwise, it would likely be your closest friend. Or enemy.”

Harry grimaced. “So Neville or Ron. No, thank you.” He said in distaste.

Tom laughed. “So we have some work ahead of us. By the time your birthday rolls around, we need to be close enough for the magic to consider me as a match.”

“What if I don’t inherit that soon?” He asked.

Tom shrugged. “Then we wait an extra year, no big deal.” He said blithely.

Harry grinned. “Should we have sex?”

“No!” Came from the room across the hall.

“Bloody hell, it was a joke!” Harry called back to Severus. “And stop listening to us!”

Tom just laughed.

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Harry frowned. “I don’t want to go back on the Express.” He told Severus.

Severus chuckled. “It’s a time-honoured tradition.”

“Everyone I know stayed at Hogwarts this break. Except for the Slytherins, and I can’t exactly openly spend time with them yet. I need to work up to it.” He complained. “Who would I sit with?”

Severus sighed. “Fine, you can side-along with me. You're still packing after we talk, though.”

Harry nodded. “Okay, I can do that.” He sat next to Severus on the couch. “So, consort.” He began.

“It is a sexual relationship. There will be no escaping it, though he says you will wait before entering it. Are you certain you will be able to go through with it?” Severus asked.

Harry took a deep breath, then bobbed his head once. “Yeah. If he waits, I can do it. I am attracted to him.”

Severus eyed him sternly. “Understand that if you do this, there will be no others, no teenage experimentation. My Lord does not share. And as his consort, you will be his.”  

Harry nodded. “I get that. I was hurt, Severus. Badly. I'm only going to want one lover. It's going to take me time to open up, to become comfortable with him. To tell him what happened to me. I’m only going to want to do that once.”

Severus hummed. “He is… Volatile. Passionate, in everything he does. Can you handle the intensity of all that passion directed at you?” He lowered his voice and added, “Will the force of it be too much for you?”

Harry swallowed, considering that question carefully. “I think… If he goes slowly, gets me used to seeing him in states of intense emotion… If he teaches me slowly that I can trust him like that, I should be able to handle it. You should be the one to tell him I need to see him in various moods to get used to it. He might take it better coming from you.”

Severus nodded. “I will let him know. About your teasing earlier, don’t push him too far. He is a powerful man, but still flesh and blood. He has limits. You can tease to a point, but if pushed too far, he can still snap.”

“I know that. If I push too far, he pushes back. I found that out the first time he visited. But I told him he was scaring me, and he immediately backed off. That’s part of why I am agreeing to be with him. He may be the feared Dark Lord, but he doesn’t want to scare me, or hurt me.” Harry smiled. “He wants me to feel safe with him. And, to a point, I do.”

Severus nodded. “I want you to try something tonight. We need never speak of it again if you don’t wish to. But I want you to try pleasuring yourself.”

Harry's face flamed. “Oh, God! Why?! Why would you say that?!” He buried his face in his hands. “This is absolutely mortifying.” He muttered.

Severus chuckled. “Imagine how I feel. But you probably never have, have you? Have you ever touched yourself, made yourself come? Have you ever found pleasure in your own body?” He asked.

Harry sighed into his hands, but shook his head.

“So try it. Tonight. You don’t need to bring yourself to orgasm if you can't, just get used to the feeling of your own hand. That’s enough to start.” Severus suggested.

Harry raised his head and whispered, “What if it doesn’t work? What if… I can’t make it feel good?”

Severus pressed his lips together tightly. “Then you are not healed enough to be teasing the Dark Lord like you were earlier today.” He said.

“Broken.” Harry whispered sadly, hanging his head.

“No!” Severus grabbed his shoulders and gave them a reassuring squeeze. “You are not broken, never think that! You will heal, but you need to give it time, and take some steps that might be hard, but they are necessary. This is one of those. If you cannot feel pleasure, by yourself, from your own hand, and come to terms with your sexuality like everyone else does, we will wait and try again later. But this is the first step towards recovery, and if you cannot bring yourself off, you will be too overcome when you lie with the Dark Lord. It might be too much for you, causing you to panic. We want to avoid that.”

Harry nodded. “Alright, I'll try. I’m doing this for you.” He said.

Severus shook his head. “That will not work. Do it for yourself. And do not force it.” He said.

Harry sighed, but nodded again. “Okay. Can I go now?”

“Yes. I love you, Harrison. I would not be asking you to do this yet if the Dark Lord had not asked you to be his. But I want you ready when he is ready. We are on a time limit. Hopefully two years will be long enough, because I have my doubts that the Dark Lord will wait once you are legally old enough. He has his limits.” Severus said.

Harry smiled. “I know. I love you, too, Severus. See you tomorrow morning.”

“I will let you have a lie-in. We leave at noon.” Severus said.

Harry nodded and headed to his room. He slowly packed his trunk, drawing out the process as long as he could. Eventually, there was nothing left to pack, and he sat on his bed.

He swallowed nervously and shucked his clothes, pushing them off the side of the bed. He ran his fingers over his cock, and it did feel good, but odd at the same time.

He wrapped a hand around his cock, holding onto it gently, not moving, just feeling it there. It wasn’t bad. Harry added a bit more pressure, and gave it a hesitant stroke. It hardened a bit, and he closed his eyes, imagining Tom doing the same thing in his bed.

That got the message across to his cock, which hardened almost alarmingly quickly.

Harry swallowed again, though his mouth had gone dry.

It felt good, but at the same time, it was nerve-wracking. He closed off the part of his brain that was overanalysing the experience and focussed only on the sensations he was feeling.

He felt something building, something amazing just out of reach, and sped up, chasing whatever it was eagerly.

It was like seeing the snitch ahead of him, reaching out to grasp it, only to have it slip out of his hand.

He reached out again closed his hand around it, and his whole body seemed to burst apart.

Harry gasped in air, eyes snapping open. He looked down and blushed. “I guess that’s a success.” He muttered before casting a cleaning charm and getting under the covers.

Apparently, the experience had been more tiring than he’d even realized, because he was asleep before he even felt his head hit the pillow.

*****

Harry shuffled into the family dining room the next morning at ten, finding his father still there, reading a Potions journal while nursing a cup of tea.

“Did you have a good night?” He asked, peering at Harry over the journal.

Harry flushed brightly. “Yeah. Everything was… Great.” He muttered.

The tightness around Severus' eyes eased. “Good. Eat a big breakfast, then we will leave. We are stopping by Madame Malkin's shop for a few new outfits for you before heading to Hogwarts.”

Harry nodded. “I need to put the glamour back on before we leave.”

Severus closed the journal and set it on the table. “Why?” He asked in obvious disapproval.

Harry smiled a bit. “I just want to wear it for the rest of the year. That way, when I take it off for good at the end of the year, I can be anonymous, at least for one summer.”

Severus hummed. “Very well. You understand that altering clothes too many times damages their integrity?” He checked.

Harry nodded. “That’s why the other ones you got me are staying here. I'll wear these ones, but the other two are staying here, and the new ones will only need to be altered once. They will last at least a year after that.”

“Probably not even that long.” Severus muttered, then added, “My final growth spurt happened at fifteen.”

Harry grinned. “So I might grow more? That’s great!” He said excitedly.

Severus snorted. “Probably not by much.” He warned. “Lily was ridiculously short. I'd guess you have another three inches.”

Harry sighed and shook his head. “Well, I can hope. Maybe I take after you.”

“Considering your face, I’d say that’s a safe bet. But don’t get too excited.” Severus advised as Harry began to eat.

*****

“You look ridiculous. Congratulations.” Severus drawled.

Harry grinned, looking up—and up—at him. “Yes, well, put up with it for the rest of the year, and we'll call it even, yeah?” He asked.

Severus' brow rose, but he gave no other response. Instead, he told Harry, “Even your voice has changed. That glamour is actually quite ingenious. James was not as stupid as I thought.”

Harry snorted. “Let’s just go, and you can stop insulting the man who left me his entire fortune and his Lordship. He cared, all right? He was willing to look past blood for me. And Mum. That's a hard thing to do.”

Severus hummed. “You're right, Harrison. Let's go.” He held out his arm and Harry took it.

They Apparated into an Alley near Madame Malkin's shop and made a beeline for the store.

Harry prepared for his measurements to be taken again while Severus let the woman know what he wanted.

It was going to be a long day.

*****

“Can I tell Hermione and Neville about… Things?” Harry asked as they appeared at the gates to Hogwarts.

Severus eyed him for a moment, then nodded. “Lip-locker.” He demanded. “Keyed to you. No modifications. And not everything. Keep the hopefuls a secret for now. Until you can induct more.” He told Harry.

Harry nodded. “I will. I just want to let them know I'm switching. And exactly how deep I am.”

“Obliviate them if they can’t handle it. You could use two loyal friends in Gryffindor, so keep them close, no matter what.” Severus told him as they made for the doors.

Harry nodded. “I will. But I think they'll surprise you. Hermione, especially.”

Severus snorted. “If she can see past the lies Dumbledore has told her, she will surprise me.” He said.

Harry hugged him as they entered the castle. “I'll see you at dinner!”

“Be careful!” Severus chided as Harry took off for Gryffindor Tower at a jog.

Harry merely waved over his shoulder.

Severus sighed in resignation.

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Harry decided on the way back to Gryffindor Tower that a small lie was in order. He didn’t want his friends to think he was rushing things, so he was going to make it abundantly clear that he hadn’t chosen to be Tom’s consort just yet.

Even though he had.

It was in his best interests to let them get used to the idea slowly, and if he told a small lie, he could pretend to accept over the summer without raising suspicion.

Because telling the whole truth would be a sure-fire way to make Hermione disapprove wholeheartedly.

It was best to start small.

He walked into the common room and Fred and George jumped up.

“Our intrepid leader returns!” George said, sinking into a kneel.

“My Liege Lord!” Fred added, doing the same.

Harry smiled, walked up to their kneeling forms and placed a hand on each head, saying, “Rise, my knights of flame-hair. You have waited, and I am home.”

Snorts were heard all over the common room.

Fred and George rose to their feet, grinning. “So, how was your trip?” Fred asked.

“And why didn’t you tell us Snape was your dad?” George asked more quietly.

Harry shrugged. “Didn’t know how you'd take it.” He answered honestly.

Fred shrugged. “Doesn’t change you. You're still our youngest brother.”

“Favourite, even.” George whispered.

Harry smiled. “Thanks, guys. It’s nice to know I still have some support here.”

“Ginny’s upset, thinks it will change how you feel about her.” George told him.

Harry grimaced.

“We told her she'll always be your little sister.” Fred added.

Then, together, they chorused, “That didn’t seem to help things any.”

Harry laughed. “No, I don’t imagine so. She is, though. I don’t think I can ever see her differently at this point.”

“Such a shame.” George said.

“Her Knight in shining Armor—” Fred added.

Harry cut in, “Plays for the other team.”

Fred and George turned shocked, and somewhat interested, looks on him.

“Oh?” Fred asked.

George grinned widely. “Tell us more. Hell, tell us all!” He added.

Harry laughed. “Not much to tell. I met a man, and I’m saving myself for him.”

“Man? Not boy?” Fred asked.

Harry laughed. “No, definitely not a boy.”

George looked him up and down. “Off the market, then? Shame. Damn shame.” He said.

Harry smiled. “Even if I wasn’t taken, I know better than to get involved with you two. You'd eat me alive!” He told them.

“And you'd enjoy every second of it.” Fred told him.

“Maybe so, but I’d never be the same.”

“Ah, give us a chance!” George said.

“No way in hell, guys. I'm going to go have a word with Hermione and Neville now.” He said, shaking them off as he headed over.

He sat in the armchair. “You two free for a little chat? It's kind of important.” He said.

Hermione and Neville nodded, gathering their things and following him as he led the way up the stairs to the dormitory.

He sat down on his bed and they joined him.

“I need to put you two under a lip-locker, keyed to my presence before I tell you this. You’ll be able to talk about it, but only with me present. It’s extremely sensitive information.” Harry told them.

Hermione bit her lip, but nodded.

Neville frowned. “What if we want to discuss it without you, between ourselves?”

Harry hummed. “I can lock myself in my bed so I can’t see you and cast a deafness charm while you two talk. The spell is keyed to my presence, not my ability to hear. It should let you talk about it if we’re still in the same room.”

Neville nodded. “Alright, then.”

Harry cast the charm on them both, then took a deep breath. “I’m switching sides.” He said abruptly.

Hermione’s mouth dropped open and she paled.

Neville’s breath hitched and he looked terrified.

“But why?” Hermione asked. “Harry, he murdered your parents! He wants people like me dead!”

Harry shook his head. “Severus explained some things. He only killed one of my parents that night, and he told her to step aside three times. He tried to let her live. She decided to martyr herself. For me. And he also doesn’t want to kill Muggleborns. He wants to make them assimilate into the magical world, yes, but not with deadly force. He wants to do it by changing the laws, making them stricter, but not unreasonable. Besides that, Dumbledore has questionable methods and doesn’t much care for helping people if they truly need help. He knew about the Dursley’s abuse.”

Hermione shook her head. “How could he have?” She asked.

Harry’s look turned dark. “He knew because I told him. I begged him to take me out of that house! I told him about the beatings, the starvation, the names, the—Some other things I didn’t tell you guys.” He said, staring unflinchingly into her eyes.

His eyes were haunted, Hermione realised with a sinking feeling. More haunted than beatings and starvation would account for. She drew in a deep breath as she realised what he had kept from them.

“Harry, the abuse… Was it ever… Did they…” She gulped, unable to continue. Just thinking about it turned her stomach.

Harry sighed, but nodded reluctantly. “Vernon. Every summer. Starting before first year. I told Dumbledore, and he told me not to lie about things I didn’t understand. How could I have known things like that at that age unless it was the truth?!” He choked out, a few stray tears escaping.

Hermione began to cry, too. “Oh, Harry.” She made an aborted move toward him, then stopped, realising he may have problems being touched. Survivors of that kind of thing sometimes did.

Harry saw the move and sniffed. “You can hug me. It’s okay.” He told her.

Hermione wrapped her arms around him, and Neville laid a hand on his shoulder.

“We believe you, Harry.” He said supportively. “I’m sorry you had to go through that.”

“It’s done with now.” Harry said, tears stopping as he took a deep breath. “I’m not going back there. Severus knows, and he’d rather die than see me go back. I know he’ll move heaven and Earth to keep me with him if he has to.”

“You should have said something!” Hermione said, still shaken.

Harry laughed derisively. “What would it have changed? Dumbledore had all the control over where I went, it would have served no purpose at all.”

Hermione cleared her throat. “So you’re switching.” She said, sounding interested now, rather than horrified by his choice. “Do you have the Mark?” She asked.

Harry shook his head. “He doesn’t Mark underage Wizards and Witches. And actually, he wants me in… A different capacity.” He added softly.

“Different how?” Neville asked.

Harry flushed, then whispered, “Consort.”

Hermione’s dander was immediately up. “Then he’s no better than Vernon! Asking that of someone our age!” She spat.

“He’s asking, not demanding! I have a choice this time! And if I decide to accept, because I haven’t yet, he will go at my pace! He promised, and I trust him!” Harry shouted, temper flaring at the misunderstanding. He calmed, and added, “Being given the choice to say no makes all the difference. If I tell him I don’t want that, he will back off. He won’t like it, but he won’t punish me for it. It’s truly my choice.”

Hermione looked concerned. “Do you think… Do you think you’re considering being with an older man because it’s what you know? It’s familiar?”

Harry shook his head. “I’m not even sure if I like guys only yet, but I will admit when I saw him after the potion Severus gave him to bring back his good looks, I was… Intrigued. Attracted. He looks about mid-twenties now, and he’s a very good-looking man. I like the look of him, but we’re taking things exceptionally slowly. We’ve kissed. That’s all.”

Hermione frowned and muttered, “That’s enough.”

Harry grinned at her. “For now.” He agreed, amused.

Neville cracked a grin. “Do you want him? You sound like you’ve already decided.”

Harry cleared his throat, flushing. “Well, I… He is hot. And I suppose if I can see him that way it means my tastes do run that way. And I’d be pretty safe as his consort, you have to admit. There is a certain appeal to the idea.”

Hermione laughed. “Little Harry is growing up.” She teased.

“Yes, finally.” Harry agreed, chuckling himself.

Neville smiled. “So you like guys? Or both?” He asked.

Harry shrugged. “Don’t know yet. Not for sure. Haven’t found a girl yet that tempts me that way, but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen.”

“So what do you even call him?” Hermione asked. “Voldy?”

“Depends on the situation.” Harry answered. “When discussing him, the Dark Lord. When around him and his Death Eaters, he’s insisted on Marvolo. When it’s just us two, or just us and Severus, I’m allowed to call him Tom. He’s letting me under duress, though, as he’s made clear.” He said with a laugh.

Hermione grew serious. “So what does that mean for us?” She asked. “Do you want us to switch with you?”

Harry sighed. “I want you to do what you feel is best, within limits. Stay away from Dumbledore, if at all possible. Join the Dark side, or stay neutral. He will probably target you if you go Light, but he won’t outright kill unless provoked or threatened. He will fight back if you go after him. And his followers are sometimes unpredictable. I will ask him to spare you if you stay out of it, and I think he will do that for me. Again, if you stay out of the conflicts.” Harry repeated firmly.

Hermione took a deep breath. “I… I need time. To think. And research.” She muttered to herself.

Harry smiled. “We have plenty of that. He won’t be asking for your allegiance until you’re of age, but by then, you have to have made up your mind.”

Hermione nodded. “It will take me a matter of weeks, maybe months. But I will decide by summer, and give you my answer by the time we leave Hogwarts.”

Neville hummed. “Gran won’t like this at all. I’m not going to tell her about you, couldn’t even if I wanted to, but I’ll have to tell her I’m staying neutral. Even if I join you and switch, I’ll need to lie to her.” He added.

Harry sighed. “I don’t want to make you lie to your family. Stay neutral if you have to.”

Neville’s eyes flashed. “Neville Longbottom doesn’t do anything by halves.” He said firmly. “And I’m no coward!” He added hotly.

“Never said you were.” Harry said mildly.

“I’ll let you know. Give me two months.” Neville said.

Harry smiled. “No rush. You’ve got six.” He told his friend.

Neville nodded.

Hermione got up. “I’m going to go to the library. I promise to keep quiet about this, but I’m going to start my research now.” She told them, then rushed out of the room.

“I trust you.” Neville said. “That’s the only reason I’m not freaking out about all this. Don’t make me regret it.”

Harry smiled. “I don’t intend to. But if you’re going to, let me know. We can discuss options if we need to.” He offered.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Neville accepted. “For now, let’s get ready for bed. The others will be up in an hour or so.”

Harry nodded. “Good idea. Showers?”

“If I hear you moaning out ‘Tom,’ I may be sick.” Neville teased.

“Mm, that’s because you haven’t seen him lately.” Harry shot back. “But I’ll bite my lip for you.” He added.

Neville snorted. “Good.”

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Harry smiled as Meridian, Pansy’s very friendly owl, landed in front of him with a note. He took it and fed the owl a bit of bacon.

The owl hooted, nuzzled his hand, and flew off again.

Harry opened the note, and a small bracelet fell out, two charms dangling from it. He frowned, looking at the note as he held the bracelet.

“My Prince,

This is a charm bracelet, as you can probably tell. You're obviously going to need it, because I got word that Weasley is planning on using a poison on you. There are two charms right now, one that lets you see through Polyjuice and one to protect against most poisons.

If you are about to eat or drink something that the charm protects against, it glows green, and you can ingest it without worry. If it glows red, avoid whatever you were about to put in your mouth.

Likewise, if you hold a poisoned object, it will glow the same signifiers.

The bracelet is charmed to become and stay invisible to everyone but you once on, so wear it and don’t worry that it's such a girly thing. No one will see it. I have one, and so do the rest of the hopefuls. I didn’t know if you would need one, but I bought it just in case.

There are plenty of other charms, you can buy whichever you think you will need. There is a charm shop in Diagon Alley and a smaller one in Hogsmeade, though the selection there is limited.

Hope this helps keep you safe. You may look a mess right now, but I know your true face is just too pretty for you to die.

Yours in service,

Pansy Parkinson"

Harry hummed and put the bracelet on.

“Who's that from?” Hermione asked.

Harry smiled at her. “Can’t tell you yet. I will as soon as I can, or as soon as you pick. Whichever happens second. I need to have things prepared before I tell you. You'll know, just not yet.” He explained.

Hermione pursed her lips, but nodded. “It’s not bad?”

Harry chuckled. “It's a security measure for me. From Tom. That’s all I can tell you now.”

Hermione nodded in acceptance.

Harry was about to continue eating when a large black Eagle owl swooped in and dropped a package into his lap. His eyes widened as the massive bird alighted on his shoulder without a care and began grooming itself.

He looked at Severus questioningly, but the man shook his head. He'd told Harry he had a black Eagle owl, but apparently this one was not the ill-tempered Vinculum.

Harry checked the package for any jinxes or hexes, as well as any indication of who it was from, and found nothing. He tentatively opened it. The box inside contained a short note atop a fine duelling robe made of dragonhide.

Harry's eyes widened as he opened the note.

“Harrison,

Went to Gringotts. Got into my ancestral vault. You could use this more than me. You're not immortal.”

There was no signature, but Harry smiled, drawing out the robe. Tom was still trying to protect him more. It was kind of cute.

“That is nice.” Neville said, taking in the fine black scales.

“Put it on!” Fred called from down the table.

“Who is that from?” George added as Harry stood and put the robe on.

“My secret admirer.” Harry said smugly.

Ginny turned bright red and looked livid, while Ron was staring in envy, jaw clenched tight as he gritted his teeth.

Hermione pulled him down to her level and whispered in his ear, “Tom?”

Harry straightened and nodded, smiling down at her. He made a show of smoothing his hands down the front of the robe, then sat, still wearing it.

“Going to wear that all day?” Hermione asked.

Harry grinned. “Got any reason why I shouldn't?”

“Ron looks set to have an aneurysm.” She said mildly.

Harry glanced at him, then back to her. “I said reasons I shouldn't, not more reasons I should.”

Hermione smothered a chuckle. “You're terrible.”

“Actually, the term you’re looking for right now is ‘petty,’ and I think Harry's earned a few petty displays for all that he’s put up with over the years.” Neville chimed in.

Harry flashed him a grateful smile. “Thanks, Nev. I think so, too.”

The owl nuzzled his neck, hooted its goodbye, and took off, satisfied that Harry had accepted its delivery.

Harry watched it go in appreciation. “I need to learn his name.” He said softly.

Hermione smiled. “I’m sure you will eventually.” She assured him.

Harry smiled and went back to his breakfast.

*****

Harry was heading out of Charms when he heard a muttered, “Stupefy" in a familiar voice.

The spell hit him between the shoulder blades, fizzling out against his robe, and he whipped around, wand out.

Ron narrowed his eyes and smirked. “Just testing it.” He said lightly.

Harry advanced a few steps, letting Ron see his own murder in Harry's eyes before he spoke. “Friendly word of advice? Don't.” He hissed.

Draco came up behind Ron and trailed his fingers up the back of Ron's neck. “It’s not a good idea to attack someone wearing such magnificent protection, Weasel. Potter obviously has friends in some high places, unlike you.” The blond drawled before nodding to Harry as he passed. “Potter.” His mouth said, while his eyes whispered, ‘My Prince.’

Harry returned the nod. “Malfoy. See you around.” He turned back to Ron, and said, quietly, “If you keep attacking me because of something I can’t help, I'm sure I could come up with ways to make your life a living hell. And I'd do it, too. I deserve a little bit of peace, and I'll find it over your dead body if I must.”

Ron turned red. “Are you threatening me?!”

Harry smiled and shook his head. “Not at all. Simply cautioning you.” He said lightly before patting Ron's cheek and walking past him. He'd seen Crabbe and Goyle turn the corner and knew they hadn’t gone far. Draco had told him he’d have Crabbe and Goyle keep closer tabs on him, because their supposed stupidity made them easily overlooked. No one would guess they were actually doing a task of any importance or difficulty.

Harry rounded the corner and let out a sigh of relief as Crabbe looked him over. “You alright? Did you put the bracelet on?” He asked.

Harry frowned. “Yeah, why?”

Crabbe pulled out a charm, handing it over. “Protection from minor curses and jinxes. I bought it when we got our charm bracelets, just didn’t know why Pansy told me to buy an extra of anything I bought for it. Now I get it. Back two days, and you’re already getting into trouble. You're going to be a handful.”

Harry chuckled as he added the charm. “Thanks. And yeah, I cause difficulty wherever I go. You'll get used to it.”

Goyle leaned against the wall. “Not so sure we want to, but we can be ready for anything if we have to be.” He said.

Harry grinned. “Thanks, guys. I owe you one. Tell Draco I said that, he'll make sure you get a favour from me at some point. I owe him one, too.” He added.

Goyle smiled. “Our duty and pleasure, My Prince.” He said with an incline of his head.

Harry nodded back and turned to head to lunch.

*****

Harry gave the password and walked into Severus' private rooms, but frowned when the man wasn’t there.

“He told me to come by after dinner… Where is he?” Harry muttered. He spotted a note sitting on the table and sighed. “Today is a day for notes, I guess.” He added, picking it up and reading it.

“Harrison,

Called. Be back as soon as I can. If I am not back by curfew, go to your dormitory and meet me for lunch tomorrow in my office.

Severus"

“Oh.” Harry said, sitting on the couch. “Guess I'll wait.” He waited for forty-five minutes and was on the verge of dozing off when the Floo flared and Severus stepped out.

Harry snapped to alertness. “Hi.” He said. “Do you need to report to Dumbles?”

Severus shook his head. “This was a private meeting. Just us two. His home is coming along nicely, you’ll be happy to know. He gave me these.” He held out a box to Harry. “And this one is yours, the Master.” He added, handing Harry a beautiful ring of gold with an emerald in it. “It is the only expensive one, the rest are glass.”

Harry put the ring on and opened the box. The rest of the rings were silver, with a black stone—well, black glass, Harry amended—and there were twenty of them.

“Give the extras to any people you induct. Make sure they know that the term ‘hopefuls’ stands for ‘hopeful future Death Eaters.’ He will possibly let you keep some, but those he wants will be offered a place. I know for a fact that he is going to take Draco eventually.”

Harry nodded. “Alright. Thank you. I'll hand them out tomorrow, and then give Neville and Hermione theirs if—when—they decide to switch for sure. And I'll keep the others in my trunk.”

“Use that locking spell I showed you.” Severus said.

Harry grinned. “That Dark one? Already am.”

“Good.”

“So, why did you want to see me?” He asked.

“The robe.” Severus said softly.

Harry cocked his head. “Yeah?”

“Don’t wear it around the school again.” He told him.

Harry frowned. “Why?” He asked.

Severus sighed. “Did My Lord tell you where it came from?”

“Slytherin’s vau— Oh.”

“Indeed. Dumbledore thought that it looked familiar. I recognised it, too. He will find out where it came from, but as all the founders had black dragonhide robes, I will spin him a pretty tale of you falling for Gryffindor's heir when we ventured out during your break. I told the Dark Lord to cultivate a new persona to fit the lie, and he has decided on a name. Thomas Harding. He is working with Lucius to become a school governor, and so he may visit in his new persona. Be ready to demonstrate your affection in front of Dumbledore, if necessary.” Severus said.

Harry grinned. “I'd like that. It'll be fun.”

“Spread the lie. Tell only your most trusted the truth.” Severus told him. “Now, get to bed. I love you.”

Harry hesitated. “Could I have a vial of something? Either dreamless sleep or sweet dreams? Only… I had a nightmare last night.” He admitted.

Severus' eyes softened and he nodded. “Yes. Wait here.” He went into his bathroom and came out with a dark blue potion. “Two doses. Half tonight, save the other half until you need it.”

Harry nodded. “Thanks. Love you. See you in class tomorrow.” He said before leaving.

Chapter Text

Harry was walking down a hallway, mostly alone, when he was grabbed. A spell shot by his head, Cedric ducking the curse, and both of them turned toward the end of the hall.

Millicent Bulstrode was marching toward them, wand out.

Cedric glared at her. “The hell was that for?” He asked, still holding onto Harry's arm.

“Might want to let go of him before I send something worse at you.” She said.

Cedric sighed. “Look, I’m just trying to repay a favour.” He said, letting go of Harry.

“Oh?” Millicent lowered her wand. “Go on, then. I won’t stop you.”

Cedric shook his head, then told Harry, “Listen, take the egg with you and take a bath. It'll help, just trust me. You can use the Prefect’s bath. It’s the fourth door to the left of that statue of Boris the Bewildered on the fifth floor.” He leaned in and whispered, “Password’s Pine Fresh.”

Harry frowned. “Really? A bath?” He asked.

Cedric smiled. “It'll help, I promise. Just mull things over in the hot water.”

Harry sighed. “Sure, okay. I'll give it a try.” ‘I told him what the task was.’ He thought. ‘And he only gives back a hint!’

“Good. Got to go! Good luck!” Cedric turned and walked away.

Millicent eyed Harry. “You nearly jumped out of your skin when he grabbed you.” She said.

Harry flushed. “I don’t like being grabbed.” He said shortly.

Millicent nodded, understanding filling her eyes. “I see. Well, my good deed for the day is done. Think you’ll be okay on your own for about ten minutes?” She asked.

“Should be.” Harry answered. “Take this before you go.” He pulled out one of the rings and handed it over. “If I touch mine and think your name, yours will warm. It'll be hot if it’s urgent, but it shouldn’t burn you.”

“Got it. I'll leave you and let Theo know it’s his turn to tail you for a bit.” She said lightly. “See you around, My Prince.” She said quietly, then left.

Harry shook his head. He apparently had a constant guard now. Surely Tom didn’t intend for them to watch him that closely!

So far, he'd delivered the rings to everyone but Draco. It was sometimes hard to separate him from Blaise. Today was one of their attached-at-the-hip days.

He supposed it would work out. As soon as Draco heard about the rings being ready, he’d either find Harry himself or make himself available.

Harry headed back to the Gryffindor dormitory. He went to get the golden egg, intent on taking a bath. As soon as he touched the handle of his trunk, he noticed the charm on his bracelet glowing green. He let out a relieved breath and made a mental note to clean the handles of all his things when they’d been left alone where Ron could access them.

That had been too close.

Apparently, the potion had been finished and Ron somehow hadn’t mucked things up. He’d probably had help or had bought the poison pre-made.

Who would have helped him, though? Harry didn’t think he had that many enemies. At least, not ones who would prefer him dead.

He grabbed a towel and his toiletries and headed downstairs.

“Where are you going?” Fred asked.

Harry grinned. “To take a bath. I got a tip today.” He said, holding up the egg.

George nodded. “Good. Let us know if you need help.” He said. “We’re counting on you to win for Gryffindor.”

“Why aren’t you just using the bath in the dormitory?” Ron asked.

Harry’s grin widened. “I got the password to the Prefect’s bath.” He told him.

Ron’s look darkened. “Must be nice to have your dad finally giving you privileges you didn’t earn.” He muttered.

Harry looked at him, a brow cocked. “He doesn’t need the password to the Prefect’s bath, he’s got his own in his bathroom, and he wouldn’t favour me, I’m a Gryffindor. I got the password from someone else. Also,” He cast the countercurse for the tongue-tying charm on Ron. “Tell whoever you want. Who my father is is old hat by now.”

With that, he left and headed to the Prefect’s bath.

Once he had finished playing with the taps—there were so many different types of bubbles—he got in and opened the egg.

The screeching caught him off-guard and he dropped it in shock.

He cursed and dove down to retrieve it.

He paused under the water as he heard singing.

The egg sang underwater! Sirens, maybe?

He listened to the song, having to surface for air twice to hear the whole thing, then got the egg and set it by the tub.

So, something of his was going to be taken. Something he’d sorely miss.

What could that be?

His broom?

The duelling robe?

Couldn’t be his mother’s journal, he’d left that at Prince Manor, thank Merlin!

So what would he sorely miss?

He decided to ponder that later and got out before he got too wrinkly, drying off distractedly.

He needed to figure out how he was going to hold his breath for an hour.

First he’d talk to his friends.

If none of them had suggestions, surely there was a potion for that.

He came out and found Draco, not Theo, waiting for him.

“Thought that was where you’d be. Millie said it was a safe bet. I took Theo’s shift since I heard our signifiers were ready.” He held out his hand.

Harry snorted. “I don’t have them on me right now. Come on, you can hang out down the hall from the entrance and I’ll run in and get it for you.”

Draco followed him. “So, how are you doing today, My Prince?”

Harry snorted. “Passably well, I suppose. Oh, let Pansy know she saved my life already.”

Draco grabbed his hand and stopped. “What happened?”

Harry turned to him. “Well, I opened my trunk, but there was poison on the handle. The bracelet protected against that one, but I need to clean my things before I touch them, apparently.” He said.

Draco frowned. “The Weasel.” He surmised.

Harry sighed. “Probably. He had access to my trunk. We do share a dormitory.”

“You need your own room.” Draco said flatly.

“Yeah, but try getting that past Dumbledore. He won’t agree to it.” Harry told him.

Draco shook his head. “Yeah, more’s the pity. Well, come on.”

Harry began heading back toward the Tower.

When they got there, Draco hung back at the corner and waited.

Harry rushed in and grabbed a ring, remembering to Scourgify the handle of his trunk before touching it, and brought it out to him. “Here you go.” He said, handing it over. “If it gets warm, it means I need you. If it gets hot, the need is urgent.”

Draco nodded. “Alright. Can you call all of us at once?”

Harry smiled. “The instructions on the inside of the box say I can. Apparently, I can touch it while saying ‘hopefuls to me,’ and it will call everyone wearing a ring. Convenient, that.”

“Very. Are you done wandering for now?”

Harry nodded. “For now. Send Theo after dinner, I need to go to the library then.”

“Will do. Stay put until then. I assume you’re safe in there?”

Harry laughed. “Oh, Draco, I’m pretty sure I’ll be adding two of the people in there as hopefuls before the month is out. Yes, I’m safe. I have a lot more friends than enemies.”

“Even considering your father? And his bias?”

Harry nodded. “Even so. Don’t worry, the Twin Terrors are on my side. For now.” He added.

Draco nodded. “Good. See you around, My Prince. Be well.” He said before leaving.

Harry hurried back in and sat next to Neville.

“What was all that?” Neville asked.

“Confidential unless you switch. If you do, I can tell you. If you don’t, it’s better for me that you don’t know.” He said lightly.

Neville hummed and nodded. “Fine. Just be safe.”

Harry laughed loudly. “Oh, Neville!” He threw his arm around the boy’s shoulder. “You have no idea how safe I am now.”

“Okay.” Neville said, confused.

Hermione rushed in and sat beside Harry, then whispered, without preamble, “Harry, I think Dumbledore killed the Selwyns!” Before she added, “And if he finds out you’ve switched, you could be in very real danger!”

Harry’s eyes widened. “What do you know?” He asked, before thinking better of it and telling her and Neville, “Dormitory.”

They rushed up the stairs to find Ron bent over Harry’s trunk, firing unlocking spells at it.

“Really, Ron, trying to steal my stuff?” Harry asked. “Get out.”

Ron fumed. “I have as much right to be here as you!” He said hotly.

“Unless you want your brother knowing about the poison, which I know was you, you’d best leave. They won’t take kindly to you trying to sabotage the only chance Gryffindor has at the Triwizard Cup this year. Because they’re counting on me to win. And I have a shot.”

Ron growled, but left the room.

They listened to him stomping down the stairs, then cast a privacy charm and sat on Harry’s bed.

“So, I discovered that about ten years before her death, Adora Selwyn started talking to people about how she was coming to distrust Dumbledore. He was famous even then, and she felt he was too manipulative, too cold. She tried to break ties with him for a few months, before she suddenly changed her mind and left all her assets to him in her will. I found out she was newly pregnant when she died. What you need to know is this: a baby’s magic mixes with the mother’s while she is pregnant, so any abilities the baby has, the mother gains as well. I think the baby was resiting the Imperius he probably had Adora under and he killed them all and somehow saved the baby and kept it in stasis or something, because a foetus can survive a long time like that. You need to go to Gringotts and get tested to find out how distant your relation to the Selwyns was. I bet you’re Adora’s grandson!” She said, then added, “Needless to say, I’m switching.”

Neville gulped. “I will, too.” He turned to Harry. “You need people at your back you can trust.”

Harry smiled. “Then I’ve got rings for you both.” He got them and keyed them to the names of his friends. “These will let me summon you if I need you. They’re also a mark of a group called the ‘hopefuls.’ It stands for ‘hopeful future Death Eaters,’ but I’m pretty sure if you ask him, Tom will let you stay mine, rather than his.”

They put them on.

“Welcome to the group.” Harry said happily.

Chapter Text

Harry explained the rings to Hermione and Neville some more, telling them about the other hopefuls, then focused his gaze on Hermione. “What makes you think I'm her grandson? And why are you so sure she was pregnant? You never said anything like that when we looked them up before.”

Hermione took a deep breath. “Well, before we were looking at the school's books, but I noticed discrepancies with the ones I found in the Black library when I looked up the Blacks on a whim. So I realised that the ones the school has have been modified. Tampered with. They're inaccurate.” She bit her lip. “So I owl-ordered a new one. And Adora Selwyn was listed as the second-to-last of the line. Baby Selwyn was the last. Unnamed, therefore it died before birth, or was never born. But the Selwyn line, as I told you, never had squibs! And even if a child was born severely deformed, they kept the child. They were fiercely dedicated to family. So that baby had to have been your mother, and was, for some reason, kept alive long enough to not be suspected as a Selwyn. I'm sure Dumbledore is behind it. Why else would he have kept Lily Evans, an otherwise unremarkable Muggleborn, so close, unless he knew he had something to gain by it? She had a talent for resisting the Imperius. He'd want to gain her trust early and keep it.”

Harry nodded thoughtfully. “It makes sense, in a way. We can find out for sure if I can get the self-updating book in the Selwyn vault. It keeps track of family members.”

“Why didn’t you tell me you had that?!” Hermione screeched.

Harry winced. “Don’t scream! I'll get it next time Severus and I go somewhere. We can check it.”

Hermione huffed. “How long have you known about it?” She asked.

Harry shrugged. “I found out about a week after you did all that research on them. I wanted an accounting of the Selwyn vaults.” He said.

Hermione grinned. “We'll have proof.” She whispered.

Harry pinned her with a stern gaze. “We do not. Move. Against. Dumbledore.” He said firmly. “Not yet. Not without enlisting a lot more help.”

Hermione sighed. “Fine, but please find that help quickly!”

Harry nodded. “As fast as I can. I promise.”

*****

“He got in. He's coming to see the school tomorrow. Here, this is his glamoured face.” Severus showed Harry a picture.

Harry took it. His hair was blue-black rather than the pitch it normally was, and his eyes were blue. His nose was thicker and his lips thinned, but still… “Handsome.” Harry commented, handing it back. “When did you get the picture?”

Severus took it back. “This morning, along with his news. How many people are in on this?”

“Hermione and Neville know who he really is, along with the hopefuls. Fred and George just know him as Harding. As does the rest of Gryffindor.” Harry told him.

Severus nodded. “Good. Tell the truth to those you induct, but only after you bring them into the fold.” He said. “He has no wish to learn of you cheating on him with himself.”

Harry snorted. “Yeah, that would get annoying after the first few times.” He agreed.

Severus smiled. “You are gaining your own little army. My little Dark Lord in training. I'm so proud!” He said fondly.

Harry wrinkled his nose, then muttered, “Not a Lord. Geez.”

“Of course. My little Prince.” Severus corrected.

Harry sighed, rolling his eyes. “They're not followers. Not like Tom has. It's a fellowship. I’m slowly letting people see me open up to them, and more people are starting to accept them as not all bad. If I can like them, it’s obviously okay to look past their house.” He explained.

Severus smiled. “Your mother was the same way with me. You're so like her.”

Harry flushed happily.

“Anyway, have you been working on a new memory?” Severus asked.

Harry nodded. “Yeah, and I think it’s ready.”

Severus went in deftly and watched the scene unfold.

It was when he had greeted Tom the last time he'd visited them, but he'd modified it to seem like he'd jumped into the man's arms, wrapped his legs around his waist, and kissed him.

Severus pulled out, and his eye twitched. “Tell me what was false.” He demanded.

Harry paled at the murderous light in his eyes. “Whoa, calm down. I only hugged him!” He explained. “With my arms, and not my legs!”

Severus sighed in relief. “Good. I couldn’t tell. But now I need to drink that image from my head. We'll continue this next week. Remember, be out and about tomorrow, and you may run into—” His eye twitched again, “Your boyfriend.”

Harry laughed and left after bidding his father goodnight. He noticed he was being tailed, and sighed. “Nev, Mione, what are you two doing?” He asked in a long-suffering tone.

They removed the disillusionment charms and grinned.

“Taking our first shift as Hopefuls.” Neville replied, then laughed. “We're not very good, are we?”

Harry smiled and shook his head. “Not at all. Come on, walk with me. You two don’t need to avoid being seen with me. Just stay alert.”

Hermione grinned. “Constant vigilance.” She agreed.

All three of them laughed.

*****

Harry sighed, shaking his head as he closed the book. “Nothing.” He muttered.

Theo gave up his pretence of reading a table over, and came to sit next to him. “What are you looking for?” He asked.

Harry grinned. “Hello to you, too. See, I’m researching Sirens—”

“Why Sirens? They're native to warmer waters. I doubt they’re going to have the next Task in the Bahamas, Prince.” The last word came out more formally, and Harry could tell he was meaning it as his title, not just his last name.

Harry groaned. “What else sings underwater, though?”

Theo's eyebrow rose. “Really? Merfolk. And we have those in the lake.”

“Oh. That makes sense. Well, I need to retrieve something from them as the second task. Something I'll sorely miss.”

Theo nodded slowly. “Then it’s probably not a something, and more of a someone. They don’t put as much value in material things.”

Harry paled. “That’s even worse!”

Madam Pince shushed him, and he ducked his head. “Anyway—”

“And this is the library.”

Harry looked up and locked eyes with Tom. He smiled widely and got up, running up to him and wrapping him in a hug, right in front of Dumbledore. “Tom!” He said happily.

Tom's arms wrapped around him and he sighed. “I’ve told you, Harry. It's Thomas.” He said, acting like it was an old argument.

Harry shook his head where it was pressed against Tom's shoulder. “Nope, you'll always be Tom to me.” He said simply. “Why are you here?”

“He is viewing the school as a governor, since he didn’t attend it himself.” Dumbledore explained.

“I wanted to see the place. The fact that you are here is, of course, a nice bonus.” He added fondly.

Harry grinned. “Let me put some stuff away, I’ll tag along. I missed you terribly.” He said.

Theo shook his head, gathering up the books he’d been using. “I've got these, Harry. Spend time with him. I'll catch you after dinner.”

Harry inwardly grinned at that. Saved from guard duty for a few hours by the arrival of their fierce leader. His relief at the break was palpable. “Thanks, Theo. I appreciate that.”

Theo nodded, then started re-shelving books.

“Nice friend you’ve got there.” Tom commented.

Dumbledore chuckled at that. “Harry tends to inspire loyalty wherever he goes.”

Harry snorted. “Or something like that.” He muttered. He glanced up at Tom, and the man's eyes were supremely amused.

“It’s good to have loyal friends.” He said.

“You should meet Hermione, Tom. I've told her so much about you.” Harry said as they continued on down the hall.

“Not too much, I hope.” Tom said mildly.

Harry grinned. “Pretty much everything I know about you.” He told the man.

“Is it really wise to be telling your friends all my secrets?” Tom asked, frowning.

Harry shrugged. “She likes you anyway. I think.”

Dumbledore smiled. “Hermione Granger is the most perceptive and clever witch of her generation. I hold her in high esteem, despite her tender age.”

Harry nodded agreeably. “Yeah, she's really smart. I think you'd get on well with her.”

Tom hummed. “We shall see.” He said.

“Are you staying for dinner? You can eat with me and my friends.” Harry offered.

Tom looked thoughtful. “How is the cuisine here?” He asked.

“Wonderful!” Harry enthused. “You'll love it, I promise!”

Dumbledore nodded. “By all means, stay! Harry seems so happy to see you, I might as well let him have some extra time with you.” He said.

Tom hummed. “I may as well stay, meet your friends. I have two more Professors to meet before we can go to dinner. Let's move on.”

Harry happily tagged along, discussing his experience at the school thus far as they walked.

Chapter Text

Harry sat at the end of the table furthest away from Dumbledore, seating Tom next to him, at the very end. “No offence, but I doubt either Hermione or Neville will feel comfortable sitting right beside you.”

“Perhaps you should not have told them who I am, then!” Tom whispered angrily into his ear, so as not to be overheard.

Harry grinned at him happily. “Ah, sweet nothings! Tom, you really didn’t strike me as the type.” He said lightly.

Tom sighed. “Oh, I’ll strike you, alright.” He muttered as Hermione sat beside Harry and Neville took the seat across from him. He looked surprised at their non-reaction to seeing him. “Um, hello? You have been told about me, right?”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “You're hardly going to kill us with Dumbledore sitting right up there.” She told him, quietly enough to not carry. “In fact, Harry says you aren’t planning to kill us at all.”

Tom glared at Harry. “Does he?”

Harry nodded happily, dishing himself up some food. “I do. I think I’m right, but you can be a wild card, who knows?” He said blithely.

Hermione did pale at that. “Harry! Watch what you say, please!”

Harry poked Tom in the side. “Get food. Eat. I’m not going to have you starve on my watch.” He said firmly.

Neville was watching in interest.

Tom sighed and dished himself up some food, and Hermione and Neville followed suit.

“So,” Hermione began once Tom had started eating, “What are your plans for the changes you want made to the laws? That is your endgame, right?” She asked.

Tom turned a shocked look on Harry. “You really have told them everything!” He said in shock.

Harry grinned. “Well, not everything.” He clarified, then leaned in and whispered, “I haven’t told them that you're big. Or that I'm your consort yet.”

Tom flushed. “Good. They don’t need to know that.”

Hermione looked interested. “Well, now I want to know.”

Harry chuckled. “No, you don't. It's private.” He explained.

“Oh.” She eyed Tom suspiciously. “Are you really who Harry says you are?”

Tom leaned forward so she could see him better, and his eyes flashed red for a second. “Does that answer your question?” He asked.

Hermione swallowed nervously. “Yes, it does.” She said a little breathlessly.

Harry hummed. “Risky, that. What if the glamour had slipped?” He asked.

Tom looked affronted. “I have better control over my magic than that, Harrison!” He said.

Hermione cleared her throat. “Um, hello. Laws?” She prompted.

Tom turned his attention to her. “Yes, sorry. Well, I want to bring the Old Ways back. I want to make the celebrations of Ostara, Imbolc, Yule and the like holidays mandatory practices. So few families actually celebrate the turning of the year like we used to, and it saddens me. I will make allowances for Christmas, since the children love it so, but aside from that and Valentine’s Day, I see little reason to let the Muggles' commercialised holidays taint the purity of our past history. We need to keep to the ideals we once had and not slip into the chaos that is the Muggle way of life.” He said.

Hermione looked surprised. “Is that what this whole war is about? How silly!”

Tom flushed. “And I want the Dark Arts taught in schools.” He added softly.

Hermione sighed. “Those kinds of spells are addictive.” She said reproachfully.

Tom cocked a brow. “Are they? Or is that simply what you have been told?” He pressed. He turned his gaze to Harry. “Harrison, if I asked you whether you prefer light magic or dark, as you've learned both by now, which would you say?”

Harry shrugged, still eating. “Whichever has the kind of spell I need. Usually light, because Dumbledore.” He added. “Although dark spells tend to be more thorough.”

Neville and Hermione looked surprised.

“You know Dark Arts?” Neville asked in shock.

Harry shrugged again, still eating. “Yeah, some.” He looked up to see the look on Neville's face, sighed, and put down his fork. “Listen,” He said, “Severus is teaching me some Dark spells. I’m letting him because they're dead useful. I’m not becoming addicted, the only spells that cause that are the Unforgivables, and I don’t use those.” ‘Yet.’ He added mentally. “He’s taught me the lip-locker, which I have you two under, for your own good, a locking spell, which has kept Ron from finding the rings, and a few curses for self-defence.” He finished.

“Self-defence?” Tom asked.

Harry nodded. “Crushing curse. In case you try something. I don’t think you will, but he needed to be sure I could stop you, if you ever did.” He explained.

Tom hummed. “I suppose that’s acceptable. But neither of you need to worry. You will set the pace.” He said firmly.

“So I told him.” Harry replied, going back to eating.

Hermione was giving Tom a scrutinizing look.

“What? Is there something on my face?” He asked.

“Do you love Harry?” She asked. “Or is it a physical attraction only?”

Harry flushed. “Hermione!” He hissed. “We haven’t gotten to that point yet!”

Tom held up a hand, staring intently at her, to cut Harry off.

Harry went very still, listening.

“At first, the attraction was purely physical. He is under a dreadful glamour right now, but his real face is very good-looking. I admit, that was what prompted my initial offer. But, as I have been getting to know him, I have realised that there is a very wounded young soul in there, one that I want to heal and care for forever. To protect. It has very quickly become something much more than physical. My intentions toward him are benevolent, if a bit impure.” He finished.

Hermione grinned at the wording of the last bit. “Well, at least you're honest.”

Tom nodded. “I try to be. And, in the interests of being completely candid, try not get on my bad side, because I also throw a powerful cruciatus.” He said quietly.

“No threats, Tom.” Harry said firmly.

“Wasn’t a threat, per se. It was a statement of fact. Ask Goyle. Or Mulciber.” He added at the same low volume.

“Dumbledore's coming.”

Tom looked up to find the man heading his way.

Dumbledore stopped behind him. “Sorry to cut your time short, but dinner is winding down. Thomas, I had one more thing to discuss with you before you leave. Can I speak with you in my office?” He asked.

Tom sighed. “Just a moment.” He tilted Harry's face up with a finger under his chin and brushed a kiss over his scar. “Be well, Harrison. I will see you this summer.” He said.

Harry flushed happily. “See you then!” He said, watching as Tom and Dumbledore left.

Hermione and Neville both looked at Harry.

“What?!” He asked.

“You've decided.” Hermione said. “When are you going to tell him?”

Harry flushed. “Summer.” He answered.

Neville smiled. “You've got a major crush, even if it isn’t love yet.”

Harry ducked his head. “It’s not.” He muttered.

Neville chuckled. “Sure, Harry. Whatever you say.”

*****

“To fabricate a memory, you need to have two things:” Severus began. “An active imagination and an eye to detail.”

Harry nodded.

“You need to be able to imagine the whole thing, see it in your mind's eye. Not only that, but you must be able to hear the words being said in the exact inflection you want them to be said in the memory.” He added. “And it is time-consuming, because you must envision the encounter taking place in a place you have been before. Incorporate every last detail, because otherwise, the memory will be an obvious fake. Use emotions you are familiar with, and don’t forget body language. It is best to use a true memory as the base, and change things as you have been. When you absolutely cannot, it must be started at least hours, if not days, in advance.”

Harry took a deep breath. “So how am I supposed to come up with one right now that can fool you?”

Severus smiled. “You are not supposed to. I am telling you how to do it, and you have a week to come up with one before I view it and critique it for you. This is highly advanced, it took me months to manage it, but once you have it, you can practice it. On your own. Do not push false memories of the Dark Lord at me when we talk about him, or I may do something rash.” He warned.

Harry's face fell.

“I will allow it while you learn. Not after you know how. I will believe them then, and it is dangerous. I will protect you fiercely, even against him.”

Harry nodded. “I know. I promise to be honest once I know this well enough. Only Dumbledore will get fabricated memories.”

Severus smiled. “Good. Remember that he knows him as Thomas Harding only. Use that face, not his real one.”

“I know.” He said, then smiled. “I will be able to have so much fun with this!”

Severus shook his head, smiling fondly. “Just don’t get carried away.”

“I'll try.” Harry said.

“Go back to your Tower and work on this for a few hours each night before bed. It is time-consuming, but the rewards are well worth it.”

Harry left and walked back, hearing melodic humming behind him. He turned and saw a blond Ravenclaw behind him, who waved, and Pansy behind her a few feet. She shrugged helplessly.

Harry sighed and continued on. When he turned to head to the tower, the girl called out, “Good-bye, Harry! Be well!”

Harry turned and stuttered, “Er, yeah. Bye!”

Pansy came up as she left. “That was Luna Lovegood. Strange girl, but she never hurts anyone. She’s safe enough.” She shrugged. “Not sure why she followed you all this way, though.”

Harry sighed. “Just more weirdness in the life of Harry Prince.” He muttered.

Chapter Text

Harry was looking up the bubble-head charm when the blond Ravenclaw—whose name he had forgotten—sat down beside him.

Draco, two tables over, narrowed his eyes, but merely watched.

“That’s a little advanced for you, Harry. Ask your father for some of his gillyweed, it will work much better.” She said.

“Um, who are you?” Harry asked, thrown off by how she seemed to know exactly what he was looking for.

She smiled. “Luna Lovegood. The stones have been talking about you. Such interesting stories! I want to help.” She said, holding out her hand to shake.

Harry shook it, bewildered. “Help how? With what?” He asked.

“Your revolution, silly!” She lowered her voice. “I want to join you.”

Harry frowned. “What do you mean?” He asked.

Luna rolled her eyes. “Well, I’m hopeful that you'll already know what I mean.” She said.

Harry paled and saw Draco go for his wand. “How do you know about that?” He whispered.

Luna smiled. “The stones speak to me. They have such interesting stories, and they're very lonely. Besides, you'll need me. Your consort will need me.” She added.

Draco came over and grabbed her arm. “Come on, we need to talk.”

“We can talk. Right here.” Luna said.

Draco scowled. “We need to talk freely.” He amended.

Luna huffed. “Oh, fine. You don’t need to hold me. I'll come willingly.” She said, tugging her arm free.

Harry quickly put away the books he had been reading and they headed for an abandoned classroom a few doors down from the library.

Harry and Draco sat, both across from Luna, and Luna sighed. “Well, ask your questions.”

“How do you know about the Hopefuls?” Harry asked. Did they have a leak?

Luna smiled. “The stones told me. They also told me you’ll need me in the group if you want to keep your consort sane. He uses a lot of Dark curses, the addictive and mind-altering ones. There is a potion to cleanse the taint of the residue they leave behind, but the potion and the cleansing need to be done by a clairvoyant with a connection to Lady Magic. You need me. And I’m willing to help.” She repeated.

Draco bit his lip. “She’s right, he does use the curses you have to use sparingly, a lot more often than he should. He’s already starting to slip back into madness. I’m half a Black, I can see the signs.” He said to Harry.

Harry sighed. “I don’t know if we can trust you. I don’t know you from Eve!” He told her.

Luna shook her head with a smile. “You don’t have to, silly. I can swear a vow to not betray you. Just trust Lady Magic.” She said.

“Lady Magic?” Harry asked blankly.

“Don’t take that tone.” Draco warned. “Lady Magic is the one that gifted living beings with magic. She’s a primordial force, you don’t want to get on her bad side. Horrible things will happen.”

Luna let out a small giggle. “Harry’s safe. He’s one of her favoured, even if he hasn’t met her yet. He will meet her someday, but she may not show herself until he dies, I don’t know for sure. All I know is he is safe from her. Even if he doesn’t believe right now, she will only look on with amusement. He doesn’t mean any harm, and she knows it.” Luna smiled. “He just wasn’t raised right. But she understands that.”

Harry shook his head. “So if you swear that vow and break it, what will happen?”

“I will lose my magic. And then I won’t be of any use to you at all. But I wouldn’t break it. Should I swear it?” She asked, drawing her wand.

Harry turned to Draco. “Can I trust her?” He asked. “Should I trust her?”

Draco shrugged. “If she swears that vow, you can trust her implicitly. As for if you should, time will tell on that one. It’s a risk. Depends on if you’re willing to take it.”

“I generally take more risks than I abstain from. Why not? Swear the vow, and I can give you a ring.”

Luna beamed. “Thank you, Harry! I, Luna Athena Lovegood, swear before Lady Magic that I will hold true to Harry and his ideals and never betray his trust. I am his woman henceforth. So mote it be!”

Silver sparks shot out of her wand and rained down on her, and she smiled. “There. You can trust me now.” She said.

Harry pulled out one of the two rings he carried around with him and keyed it to her name, then handed it over. “You can partner with another hopeful for your shifts until I know you better. I just feel safer that way. Your duties are—”

“To gather information for Harry, to protect him from harm, keep him away from Dumbledore if possible, and obey him if he gives an order.” Draco interrupted.

Harry glared at him. “Prat. You make it sound like I’m some bloody Lord. Also, you refer to me as—”

“I know, My Prince.” Luna said easily, slipping the ring on. “I think it’s cute. Also, I can’t wait to see your true face. The stones heard Pansy talking about it to Millicent. Apparently, you’re kind of a heartthrob in your real form.” She said.

Harry flushed. “Great.” He muttered.

Draco smirked. “You are pretty good-looking like that. Might even give me a run for my money, with those that go for tall, dark and handsome.” He said.

Harry shot him a disgruntled look. “I don’t want any extra attention. Especially not for my looks!”

Luna frowned. “Can I see you without this glamour?” She asked.

Harry shook his head. “Summer. I’ll take it off then.”

“Okay, I can wait.” Luna said.

“Anyway, it’s time for dinner now, so we should get going. Both of you walk with me, but stay alert. Especially for Ron. Likes to fire spells at my back, apparently.” Harry muttered as they left the classroom.

They walked to the Great Hall and split up, heading to their tables. Harry sat in between Neville and Hermione and the twins.

“Heya, Harry!” Fred said, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “How are things going with the Second Task?”

“I apparently need to ask Severus for some gillyweed.” Harry muttered.

George frowned. “Why?”

“Well, how else am I supposed to swim to the bottom of the lake?” Harry asked.

“Oh.” George said. “Can’t manage a bubble-head?”

“Probably not.” Harry said, then turned to Neville. “How does gillyweed work?”

Neville hummed. “Gives you gills, webbed hands and flippers for feet for an hour. You should be fine if you can get some. Think Snape will give it up?”

Harry snorted. “He will if he likes me alive.” He told the other boy.

Neville nodded. “True.”

Fred nudged Harry. “Hey.” He said quietly.

Harry turned to him. “Yeah?”

“Seen you hanging out a lot with some Slytherins. What’s up with that? Aren’t they slated to become Death Eaters?” He asked.

Harry tensed. “So what if they are? They aren’t yet.”

“Just wondering if you think there’s any good in them. Any worth?” George added.

“All people have worth, I thought you knew that!” Harry told him.

Fred grinned. “So you wouldn’t mind if we told you we want help getting closer to one of them?”

Harry frowned. “Who?” He asked.

The twins shared a look, then Fred leaned in close and whispered, “Draco Malfoy. Is he single?”

Harry snorted. “Yeah, but I can only put in a good word. Not like I can order him to be with you or anything.”

“Of course not. A good word is all we need; we can do the rest ourselves.” George said happily. “So, tonight?”

Harry shook his head. “In a few days. I’m going to be hanging out with Severus tonight. I’ll talk to Draco next time I see him.”

Fred smiled widely. “Thanks. You’re great.”

“Don’t break his heart.” Harry warned.

George shook his head. “We won’t. We want to be with him. But he’d need to switch sides for us to do that. If we can show him how good it can be, maybe he’d stay with us and not join You-Know-Who.” 

“And if that doesn’t work? What if he wants you to switch?” Harry asked.

Fred grinned. “He’d have to come up with really good enticements.” He said lightly. “But we could probably go for some mayhem. So long as we’re not asked to kill.”

Harry smiled and shook his head. “Whatever, guys. I’ll talk to him.”

*****

Harry slipped into Severus' rooms and the man looked up from his grading. “What, Harrison?”

Harry sighed and dropped onto the couch. “I need help with the Second Task.” He said.

Severus smiled. “You know I cannot help with that.”

“You can in the way I need.” Harry told him.

Severus got up and came to join him. “Then what do you need?” He asked.

“Gillyweed.” Harry told him.

Severus frowned. “Why?” He asked slowly.

“I have to retrieve something—possibly someone—from the bottom of the lake.” Harry said.

Severus nodded. “Mermaid hostages. Yes, that makes sense. I will give it to you. But first, where did you find out about it?”

Harry grinned. “Luna Lovegood.”

Severus paled. “Of course. She's a menace, and brews potions way above her skill level with ingredients that should in no way create that result. I’m constantly surprised by her. And quite worried, frequently.”

Harry grinned. “She's a Hopeful now.” He told the man.

Severus groaned and buried his face in his hands. “My life is over.”

“Probably so. Gillyweed?”

Chapter Text

Harry looked up as the post arrived. He didn’t know if he should be expecting anything, but Tom had mentioned Valentine’s Day and that he was in favour of keeping it, so Harry had sent him a picture that he had had Colin Creevey and his infamous camera take for him, with the knowledge that he'd be under a spell that would never let him speak of it.

The last thing he needed was Severus knowing that Tom would have a picture of Harry in his boxers. It was between them and Colin, who would never be able to tell a soul.

Harry grinned as the black Eagle owl landed in his lap, perched atop the box he'd brought.

“What'd you bring me?” Harry asked, taking the box and letting the owl perch on his shoulder instead as he opened it.

He pulled out the letter, a big box of chocolates, and a small jeweller’s box. He set that aside, opening the letter first.

“Harrison,

I sent your father a letter yesterday, do not let him confiscate those chocolates. I ordered him to let you have them, and he should obey me, because dire threats were issued. Let me know immediately if he takes them.

Each chocolate contains a small dose of potion, enough for a half-hour, so take them one at a time, while you are alone.

They are potions to give you fun or useful effects. A few of them will show you possible futures, a few will give you a small measure of luck (use it on your homework, it works wonders!), and there are a few for good dreams, which normally would be intimate dreams, but probably not for you.

The necklace, if you have already opened it, is a portkey. It will take you to my Manor house. You probably won’t need it, but if you do, you now have it. It is a one-time portkey, so use it wisely.

I will see you soon. Be good for me."

Harry smiled. No signature again. Obviously, he was not in the mood to use the fake name, while still wanting to keep his identity a secret.

Harry opened the jeweller case and pulled out a pretty rose necklace, the pendant made of emeralds for the leaves and rubies for the flower.

Hermione’s eyebrows nearly hit her hairline. “Well, aren’t you getting spoiled?” She asked.

Harry nodded to the diamond earrings she was holding. “Look who’s talking.” He shot back.

Hermione blushed. “Yes, well, Viktor is wonderful, what can I say?” She said, flustered, as she switched her studs out for the dangling teardrop diamonds.

Harry held out his necklace. “Put it on me?” He asked, turning around.

Hermione smiled and clasped it around his neck, nodding when he turned back around. “Mildly feminine, but it looks good on you anyway. Besides, wizards don’t shy away from more feminine jewellery, I’ve noticed.” She said.

 Harry smiled down at the small pendant. “I like it.”

The owl nuzzled him and flew off, and Harry sighed. “Back to breakfast, then to class.” He said regretfully.

Hermione nodded. “Life as usual.” She said lightly.

*****

Harry was coming out of defence, talking to Draco happily, when he felt a spell brush his neck.

His necklace started to shrink, cutting off his airway, and Draco cast a finite, then whipped around, firing a stunner and an incarcerous at Ron.

Ron hit the ground as Harry caught his breath, staring incredulously at his former friend. “Bloody hell, he really wants me dead!”

Draco levitated him and headed down the hall in the opposite direction. “The poison didn’t give you that impression?” He drawled.

“I figured he didn’t want to watch me die, at least!” Harry snapped. “Where are you taking him?”

“Dumbledore.” Draco answered. “That's his second attempt on your life, something has to be done.”

“And Dumbledore's your answer?” Harry asked dryly.

“Dark Lord's not here, now is he?” Draco shot back as they neared the gargoyle. “We make do when we have to.”

Harry shrugged and started firing off sweets he knew of.

Finally, it opened for liquorice wand, and they went up, reviving Ron on the way. Draco refused to unbind him, though.

They got in to find Dumbledore sitting behind his desk.

“What’s this, boys?” He asked, looking disapproving.

“Sir, Ronald Weasley just made his second attempt on Harry's life. Something needs to be done.” Draco said.

Dumbledore's eyebrows rose. “Second?” He asked. “And what was the first?”

“He poisoned my trunk handle. I was immune to what he used.” Harry lied. Ron blanched at the thought of Harry being immune to an unknown number of poisons.

Dumbledore frowned, but nodded. “And this time?” He asked.

“He tried to shrink the necklace Harry was wearing and it cut off his airway. While the spell is not malicious itself, using it in that way should not be tolerated.” Draco said.

Dumbledore turned to Ron. “What do you have to say, Mr. Weasley?”

Ron’s face was a mottled red as he sputtered, “Harry is going Dark! His Dad's changing him, and he doesn’t want me as a friend anymore, and now most of Gryffindor hates me, and I want him dead!!”

Harry sighed. “They started hating you when you turned on me, Ron. That is your fault. If you had just left me alone when I told you to, we could have just avoided this whole scene.” He said.

“Perhaps you two could just let bygones be bygones and put this behind you and start over? You used to be so close.” Dumbledore said hopefully.

Harry shook his head. “No, Sir, we can’t. And if something isn’t done, I am going to request that my father pull me from the school. I would rather homeschool than stay here in danger.”

Dumbledore sighed. “Mr. Weasley, I’m afraid this calls for a two-week suspension. I will have a house-elf gather your things, and you will wait here while I Floo-call your parents.” He said in a defeated tone. “You two can leave.” He said to Harry and Draco.

They left, and when they were back in the hall, Draco blew up. “A suspension?! For two counts of attempted murder?! It’s an outrage!” He shouted.

Harry shook his head. “It’s favouritism. He's a Gryffindor.” He pointed out.

“Still, he should be expelled.” Draco said. “And thrown in Azkaban. We're students, we deserve to feel safe in school. Not like we have to constantly watch our backs.”

“To be fair, there’s been someone trying to kill me since first year, so I’m kind of used to it by now.” Harry quipped.

“Shut up. Beside the point.” Draco told him flatly.

“I’m just saying.” Harry said lightly.

Draco scowled. “Well, don't.”

“Should we head to History of Magic now?” Harry asked with dread.

“Why not?” Draco shrugged. “Let's go hear about the Goblin wars.”

*****

Harry laid in bed, concentrating on the memory he was building. He was almost done adding in the details of his bedroom when Neville came in.

“What happened to Ron?” He asked, and Harry sighed as he gave up on the memory for the night.

“Well, you saw what happened after Defence, right?”

Neville nodded. “Yeah, Draco handled it, though.”

“We took him to Dumbledore.” Harry said.

Neville's eyes widened. “And? Is he expelled?” He asked.

Harry shook his head. “Two week suspension. He's at home.”

“That's bollocks, he tried to kill you!” Neville cried. “He should be locked up, not given a vacation!”

“Draco felt the same way. Dumbledore asked if we couldn’t put it behind us and be friends again.”

Neville just stared in shock.

“My thoughts exactly.” Harry agreed with his stupefied silence.

“That man is bonkers.” Neville finally said, digging in his trunk for his shower things.

Harry nodded. “Yeah, but there’s nothing we can do yet. I'm talking to Severus on Friday about taking me to Gringotts to get that book. We need to start moving our plans forward. This waiting thing just isn’t going to work anymore.” He said.

“Good. We need to find out how far back Adora Selwyn is for you. Try to get an inheritance test done, it will show you who your grandparents are. We'll need one eventually.”

Harry nodded. “I will try. We'll have to do all our research on this in here. It’s the only safe place we have right now.”

“Your father’s rooms are safe.” Neville pointed out.

Harry grinned. “He would rather cut off his cock and eat it than let you into his rooms.”

Neville chuckled. “Probably true. I wouldn’t want to be in such close quarters with him, either.”

“Hermione he might tolerate.” Harry added.

“Are we going to have any other help?” Neville asked.

Harry shrugged. “Tom, behind the scenes. Maybe Lucius, if we can get him to do some digging in the Ministry. He can feed Draco information. Pansy is already keeping her ears open for me, but the gossip mill here doesn’t really spew dirt on Dumbledore. If anything comes up, though, she will catch it.”

Neville sighed. “We're going to need more than that.”

“No sense in complaining. We work with what we've got.” Harry said firmly. “Shower now. We can plot later.”

Chapter Text

Tom smiled as the snowy owl came into sight, right on time. She landed on the table in front of him, pecked him a few times on the hand, then held out her leg, an envelope attached.

“Ow! You little—"

She clicked her beak at him, and Tom drew back.

“Fine. I’m sorry for what I did to your owner.” He told her.

She screeched.

“Twice.” He muttered.

She calmed at that, and let him remove the envelope without further incident.

Tom frowned. It was light. He opened it and saw a letter and a photo. He drew out the letter first.

“Tom,

This needs to be our secret. The photographer is under a lip-locker, so this should stay just between us.

Sorry it's not the real me. You'll get a better one in the future.

Harrison Prince"

Tom frowned and pulled out the photo, eyes widening as he sucked in a surprised breath.

That naughty boy!

He was on his Gryffindor bed, on his side, grinning coquettishly.

Wearing only his underwear!

As Tom stared, the Harry in the picture raised his top arm, which wasn’t holding him up, and flexed it. Tom hummed appreciatively at the play of muscles.

Oh, even in this body, he was growing up nicely!

The door opened and Tom slammed the picture onto the table, face-down, glaring at the intruder. “What, Wormtail?!” He snapped as the man came up beside him.

“M-my Lord, Lucius is here!”

Tom sighed. “Let him in.”

Wormtail hurried away, and Tom slipped the photo back into the envelope. He’d be spending more time with it later.

Lucius came in and Tom bade him have a seat. “Are you hungry, Lucius?” Tom asked, taking a bite of his sausages.

Lucius’ lip twitched. “No, thank you, My Lord. I have already eaten before coming.”

Tom nodded. “Very well. What brings you?”

Lucius took a deep breath and prayed for a good reaction. Which would be a long shot, but he could hope. “Draco informs me that they have a new Hopeful. A Seer.” He added.

Tom’s brow rose. “I find myself impressed. That’s quite a stroke of luck.” He commented mildly.

“Yes, indeed.” ‘Now for the hard part.’ He steeled himself, and added, “They are beginning to look into Dumbledore’s wrongdoings.”

Tom's eyes narrowed. “What?” The word was a deadly whisper. “Why? Does he understand how dangerous that is?! Never mind, he's a Gryffindor, danger is fun to them. How do you know? Are you certain?”

Lucius nodded. “I am completely sure, My Lord. Draco has asked me to dig around, discreetly, and pass him any information I can find that even slightly incriminates the man.”

Tom nodded, thinking. “Yes, do that, pass it to him, then to me. I will amass information from the Ministry, Harry from Hogwarts, and we will pool our knowledge when he is out for the year. He is bright, but foolhardy still. I feel the need to talk to Severus.”

“Might I suggest you send a message through me? I have visited him before, Dumbledore will think nothing of it.” Lucius told him.

Tom pursed his lips. “Yes, and Thomas Harding only knows him as the father of his current flame. We shouldn’t be seen to be friends.”

Tom wrote out something and handed it to Lucius. “Deliver this. Stress that while it is a suggestion, I also strongly suggest that he heed it.”

Lucius nodded. It was an order, then, no matter what Their Lord said. He turned to go.

“And Lucius?” Tom said silkily.

Lucius froze, dread curling low in his gut. “Yes, My Lord?”

“Send in Wormtail.”

Lucius felt relief flood him. “Yes, My Lord.” He gratefully left.

*****

“No way in hell!” Severus spat, crumpling the letter in his fist. “They are not using my rooms!”

Lucius frowned. “It was more of an order than a suggestion, Severus.” Lucius warned him. “Marvolo wants them to do this work in a safe place. The dormitories are not as safe as your rooms.” He added. “And does your son know how to check for surveillance spells?”

Severus sighed. “Not yet. But I can teach him.”

“You know that it is tricky. He will need at least a week to learn it. He will be putting himself in danger in the meantime.” Lucius reminded him. “It’s far too risky.”

Severus groaned. “Longbottom is a Hopeful now.” He told Lucius in dread.

Lucius laughed. He had heard of his potions prowess! “Oh, I pity you, my friend!”

“Me, too. I suppose I will talk to Harrison. When he comes for his lesson tomorrow.” Severus said in defeat.

Lucius shook his head. “Tonight. It can’t really wait.”

Severus scowled. “Fine. After dinner.”

*****

Harry entered the room, looking nervous. “Why did you need to see me?” He asked.

Severus gritted his teeth. “It has been suggested that I allow you to use my rooms for your Dumbledore-centric research.” He ground out.

“You don’t sound too happy about it.” Harry said.

“That’s because I am not.” Severus replied.

Harry grinned. “Then just say no.”

Severus sighed and sat down. “Considering where the suggestion came from and how strongly it was suggested, that would be an unwise decision to make.”

“Oh. So everyone?” Harry asked.

“No more than two at a time. Keep notes pertaining to it in here. I will set aside a desk drawer for you, Warded so only you may open it. You must be present at any time others are here, especially if I am not, and do not give out my password. Say it in Parseltongue, that should still work. We are in Slytherin territory.” Severus instructed.

Harry nodded. “Okay. Even Neville is okay?” He checked.

“He is not to touch anything.” Severus told him firmly.

“Don’t worry, he won't. Thank you, though. It's more secure here than in the dorms. More room than on my bed, too. And I feel safer knowing that Dumbledore can’t find anything but the rings if he orders me to open my trunk.” Harry said. “Those are incriminating enough.” He fidgeted a bit, then added, "So, Ron's gone.” He grinned. “Gets rid of some of the stress, doesn’t it?”

Severus snorted. “Oh, you have no idea.” He agreed. “Are you ready for me to view the false memory, since you are here?”

“First, can you take me to Gringotts day after tomorrow?” Harry asked.

“For?” Severus prompted.

“I need to get an inheritance test done and get a book out of the Selwyn vault. Actually, probably two books.” He amended, deciding to also grab to the book of Prophecies concerning Selwyn members. He was suspicious about the one concerning himself and Tom. Something seemed off about it. He just wasn’t sure what.

“I can take you. We will also get you some new clothes, that will be our cover.” Severus agreed.

Harry nodded. “Deal. Hermione will go mad if I don’t get those books soon, now that she knows about them.”

Severus rolled his eyes. “A tragedy, truly. Avoid that at all costs.” He drawled sarcastically.

“Hey, you wouldn’t be the one stuck dealing with her. I don’t want to go through that, thank you.” Harry snarked back.

Severus smirked. “Oh, that level of sass. I’m impressed despite myself.” He said.

Harry smiled proudly. “I do try.”

“Now, call up your false memory.” Severus said, drawing his wand.

Harry called up the memory.

Severus went in and watched as Tom, in Harry's bedroom, caressed the boy's face.

“I love you, so much.” He whispered.

Harry smiled brightly. “I love you, too.” He returned.

They tumbled into Harry’s bed, somehow managing to not get injured in the process, and shared a deep kiss, both on their sides, pressed together.

Severus pulled out and sighed. “I want to assign detention for intentionally needling a teacher, but I kind of asked for that by allowing you to use him as a subject. Details, Harry. Your wardrobe. Your bedside tables. They need to be just as distinct as your bed was.” He chuckled. “Even if they are not the focus. Otherwise, the fake is obvious. You need much more practice with details. Use your bedroom again for the next one, it has less details than, say, Hogwarts' Great Hall would have.”

Harry grinned. “Oh, you're asking for it.” He warned.

Severus rolled his eyes. “Unfortunately, that is our best option right now. I will live.” He smirked. “Your consort may not, but I will.”

Chapter Text

Harry took Neville and Hermione into the dorm and asked Seamus for privacy.

Seamus muttered good-naturedly the entire time he was leaving, but left in a relatively good mood.

“Severus has given us permission to use his rooms for our research.” He said.

Neville’s eyes widened. “Even me?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “For once. He got an order. To let the Hopefuls use his room. That means you, too.” He said. “Just nobody touch anything. He'll know.”

Hermione smiled. “Still, that’s safer than here, where anyone can walk in or be listening in. There is such a thing as recording spells. And the only spells to detect them are Dark.” She warned.

Harry nodded. “So I’ll probably learn one sometime.” He mused.

“Well, until you do, this is the best option we have. Thank him for me.” She said.

Harry grinned. “Which one?” He asked.

Hermione thought for a second. “Both.” She decided.

Harry smiled. “Will do. We're heading to Gringotts tomorrow, with the cover that we’re expanding my wardrobe, so I will come back with books and clothes. I’m also grabbing a book on prophecies concerning the Selwyn line, because the wording in my mother’s journal about me and Tom seems off.” He explained.

Hermione nodded. “People have faked prophecies before, it’s best to look into it further.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Harry agreed.

“Alright, I’m going to go get ready for bed. You two get ready, too. We have a busy day tomorrow. Defence and Potions and Charms all in the same day.” She muttered, shaking her head. “It’s madness!”

Harry and Neville watched her go in amusement, then got their things ready and headed for showers.

“What do you think you'll find about the prophecy?” Neville asked, as they both got under the sprays of water.

“Honestly, I hope I find that it's true, and Dumbledore just gave her false details, because if the whole thing is false, Tom went after and killed my Mum for no reason. And he tries not to do that. If Dumbledore goaded him into killing an innocent Witch, he’s going to be so angry.”

Neville sighed. “Yeah, probably. Most of his followers won’t care much, though.” He pointed out.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Most of his followers are mad anyway.” He muttered. “That’s why Tom has to rule them with an iron fist.”

“You have to do what you have to do.” Neville agreed, nodding.

*****

Harry and Severus stepped up to the counter. “We need to see Ragnok, please.”

The goblin nodded and went to get him.

When he got there, Severus nodded to him. “Harry would like to get an inheritance test done, then needs to see the Selwyn vault for artefacts.”

Ragnok nodded. “Just a moment.” He drew out a length of parchment. “Prick a finger. This one will need three drops.” He explained. “Standard procedure for the Selwyns, they need the four-generation test before access can be granted.” He told Severus.

Severus nodded. “Smart.” He said as Harry's parchment filled.

They looked over the parchment.

It read:

Name: Harrison Severus Prince

Inheritance: Dracken, Prince line

Family: Severus Tobias Prince (father)

Lily Evans Potter (mother)

James Charlus Potter (adoptive father)

Sirius Orion Black (godfather)

Tobias Samuel Snape (paternal grandfather)

Eileen Prince Snape (paternal grandmother, disowned)

Hector Gerard Selwyn (maternal grandfather)

Adora Prince Selwyn (maternal grandmother)

Charlie Francis Evans (adoptive maternal grandfather)

Rosalie Daphne Evans nee Roberts (adoptive maternal grandmother)

Septimius Constantine Prince (paternal great-grandfather)

Loretta Hester Prince nee Black (paternal great-grandmother)

Richard Thaddeus Snape (paternal great-grandfather)

Amelia Rose Snape (paternal great-grandmother)

Tera Loreius Selwyn (maternal great-grandfather)

Axia Suma Selwyn nee Abbott (maternal great-grandmother)

Theodore Victor Prince (maternal great-grandfather)

Francine Loretta Prince nee Nott (maternal great-grandmother)

Vaults owned: Lily Evans Potter-personal (429)

James Charlus Potter-personal (693)

Potter family vault (649)

Selwyn family vaults (784, 785)

Gryffindor family vault (13)

Prince trust (447) (cannot access until 17 years of age)

Heirships and Lordships: Lord Potter

Lord Selwyn

Lord Gryffindor

Heir Prince

Harry's eyes widened and Severus cursed, running his finger down the page.

“Dumbledore must never see this.” Severus muttered, looking over Harry’s grandparents.

“I'll say! Look down here! I'm Lord Gryffindor!” He pointed out.

Severus saw the line and snorted. “I’m not surprised in the least.” He said.

“Well, at least we know it's me. I'll never tell, so Tom’s cover is safe.” Harry said.

Severus sighed. “We need a copy of that.” He told Ragnok.

Ragnok nodded. “Of course.” He made a copy and handed it over. “You wanted to visit a vault?” He asked.

Harry nodded. “Yes. Whichever Selwyn vault holds the artefacts. I think the information I got before said it was 785.”

Ragnok smiled. “That sounds right, My Lord. This way.”

Harry’s eyes met Severus' in shock at the formal address.

Severus shook his head. “Lord Gryffindor. He was counted as Goblin Friend. They will respect you unless you give them reason not to for as long as you hold that title.” He explained.

Harry just sighed and followed the goblin to the cart.

The ride down (and down) to the vault was exhilarating, and Harry was winded when they finally stopped. He grinned and got out on wobbly legs.

“I'll wait here.” Severus said firmly.

Harry laughed and went into the vault, looking around. “So how am I supposed to find the books I need?” He asked the goblin.

The goblin pointed at a bookshelf. “All of them are there, in Alphabetical order. The Selwyns were very organized.” He said.

Harry huffed. “That gene skipped me.” He muttered, seeing the book he wanted most on the top shelf. He cursed under his breath and tried jumping for it. After three jumps, a hand reached out and plucked it from the shelf.

Harry turned to see Severus, holding out the book to him with an amused expression.

He grinned sheepishly. “Thanks.” He turned back and got the second book from a middle shelf. “This is what we need.” He said.

Severus chuckled. “Good. Let’s get back up and get you to Madame Malkin's. You need new clothes, too.”

Harry sighed. “Yeah, if only for appearances.”

They took the cart back up and said their goodbyes, then left.

Time for more clothes shopping.

*****

Harry got back to Hogwarts just in time to put his things away in the drawer Severus had set aside for him and rush to dinner.

He sat down between Neville and Hermione and Hermione asked, “Got them?”

Harry nodded. “Got them.” He confirmed.

“Tomorrow?” Neville checked.

Another nod. “Tomorrow. After breakfast.”

Hermione and Neville nodded their agreement and they all settled in to eat.

After dinner, Draco came by and stopped behind the Weasley twins.

Harry smiled, leaning back a bit to watch.

“Oi! Weasleys!” Draco said sharply, smirking when they faced him warily. “Heard you wanted to talk?” He asked much more nicely.

Fred and George nodded excitedly.

“Then follow me. I know just the place.” He purred, then turned to wink at Harry.

Harry had been very glad the day before when he had mentioned the twins wanting to talk to him and Draco had seemed receptive. Interested. He shot Draco a thumbs-up as the blond turned to lead the way.

Murmuring started up.

If a Weasley and a Malfoy were going to become friends—or more—what other unlikely alliances would follow?

Things were shaking up.

And Harry seemed to be at the heart of it all.

Chapter Text

Harry, Hermione and Neville entered Severus' rooms.

Severus looked up and sighed in resignation.

“Hey, I need the books and the inheritance test.” Harry said.

Severus hummed and moved from behind his desk.

 Harry opened the drawer and got the items out, then went and sat on the floor in front of the table, back resting against the couch. He set the paper down in front of Hermione and opened up the prophecy book.

Hermione gasped and started muttering to herself, grabbing the other book and flipping through it. She paused at Adora Selwyn and growled.

Harry found the newest filled pages in the book. There was a prophecy about “The lion and the serpent twining together" that was listed as “partially fulfilled,” and Harry smiled. He and Tom must be Fated! After that was the prophecy Trelawney had given him third year.

He frowned. “Severus, does your family have a book of Prophecies concerning family members?” He asked.

Severus hummed, pausing in his marking. “Yes, though I have never read it. Why?”

“Because the prophecy that Mum wrote down about me isn’t in here. But another one I got told later is.”

Severus' quill snapped, and he whispered, “What?”

Harry looked down at the book. “Yeah, 1947 and then one in 1994, which I heard personally. There’s nothing between them.”

Severus growled. “Then the prophecy I heard part of, that Dumbledore told your mother, is false.” He said angrily. “And she died for nothing!” He slammed his fist onto the desk.

Harry sighed. “Well, there’s another thing we can add to the list against Dumbledore. Does that count as murder?”

Hermione was writing furiously. “Endangerment, child endangerment—”

“False prophecy.” Neville piped in. “That’s a crime. Trelawney can be punished for that one, too.”

“Good, let’s get that old fraud locked up!” Hermione said, still writing.

“She's not entirely a fraud, though. She gave me a real prophecy in 1994. See? Right here.” Harry showed her the book.

Hermione frowned. “But…”

“And she might have been under Imperius, to boot. I bet Dumbledore has used it for his own gains before. If it worked once, why not use it again?” Harry pointed out.

Hermione sighed. “Maybe.” She said grudgingly. “We won’t do anything with her until we’re sure.”

Hermione sighed. “But your mother was kept in stasis for…” Hermione did some quick math, “Almost fifty years. What do you want to do about that?” She asked.

Harry gave her a flat stare. “Is ‘kill Dumbledore’ an option?”

“Er, not yourself, we still need you.” Neville said.

Harry grinned. “I'll get Tom to do it!” He said brightly.

“Also a bad idea, you want him free.” Hermione pointed out.

“True.”

“He will be removed from Prison and executed for his crimes against you, anyway. Let him go to Azkaban for a bit.” Severus spoke up.

Harry smiled. “Problem solved, then!” He turned and looked expectantly at Hermione. “Anything else we can get out of these books?”

Hermione hummed. “Adora Selwyn is listed as ‘bespelled' when she died, but it doesn’t say what was cast on her… Do you have a book like that?”

Harry sighed. “Do you want I should just bring the entire Selwyn bookshelf to Hogwarts?!” He asked impatiently.

Hermione smiled at him. “Would you? Thanks.” She said, flipping back a few pages.

Harry sighed. He and Neville sat quietly while Hermione checked a few more pages, then closed the book. “Nope, nothing more we can get here.” She said.

Harry showed her the prophecy he'd read in the book. “Look here.”

Hermione and Neville both read it and frowned.

“What is it about?” She asked. “You and Tom?”

Harry nodded. “I think so.” 

Neville hummed. “It says the two of you will change the world and lead us to ‘a new age of peace and unity with nature.’ Sounds positive to me.” He said.

Harry smiled. “It really does. We’ll be good together.” He said.

*****

“The prophecy is not there, My Lord.” Avery said, worried.

Tom's eyes narrowed. “But it must be! Neither of us removed it!” He said, clearly agitated.

Avery gulped. “No, My Lord, there is no blank spot. I mean the prophecy concerning you two does not have a spot at all.” He explained.

Tom froze. “It was faked?” He whispered. Then, “I killed the Potters for no reason?!”

Avery cowered, and Tom turned his wand on the man.

After a few minutes of cruciatus, Tom calmed. “Get me my owl, parchment, ink and a quill. I need to send a letter.” He said evenly.

Avery, trembling, managed to nod. “Y-yes, My Lord. At once.” He left.

Tom sat and fumed. So he had made a mistake.

Harry would find out eventually. There was no avoiding that.

How would he take the news?

Avery returned and Tom wrote out a quick letter to Severus, then sent Lovely off with it. Hopefully she got it to him quickly.

Tom was at a loss. Usually, he had a good reason for everything he did, but if the prophecy was not even true there had been no reason to kill the Potters that Samhain night.

He had misused the strongest night of the year to commit senseless murder of two talented magical people!

He buried his face in his hands and sighed. 

“My Lord?” Avery questioned, reminding Tom that he was still there.

“Go, Avery. I will call you later.” Tom said, not even raising his head.

“Yes, My Lord.” Avery said, then left.

*****

Harry had the Gillyweed, he had his plan, and he just wanted the task to come already so he could get it over with.

But he still had a week to go.

He groaned and laid his chin on his book.

Pansy sat next to him. “Hello, My Pretty Prince.” She said quietly.

“Might not want to call me that anymore. Our Lord might think you're trying to steal me away.” Harry warned her.

Pansy snorted. “As if I could. Just wanted to warn you, there are discontented murmurings coming from some of the older Slytherins. I don’t think any of them are planning anything, yet, but be on your guard. They don’t like your relationship with Our Lord.” She said in almost a whisper.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Harry muttered.

Pansy frowned. “Alright, some of them have contacts in high places. Either through family members or friends that have already graduated.” She told him.

Harry grinned. “It was an expression, but thanks for the heads-up.”

“I just don’t want you dead. I’m not the only one. The other Hopefuls are fond of you, as well.” Pansy smiled. “And Draco says thank you for telling him about the twins. They’re, and I quote, ‘wonderful.’”

Harry laughed. “Glad he’s liking them. Hopefully he can tame them some.”

*****

Draco reclined on the bed in the Room of Requirement, having just received a very enthusiastic two-person blow-job. “That… Was really great.”

Fred and George (who Draco was able to tell apart only when they kissed him) grinned. “And next time,” one of them said.

“You can return the favour.” The other added.

Draco grinned. “Why not now?”

“Your brain needs time to recover.” One replied, then kissed him, softly and gently. George, then.

“And we can wait. We’ll do a circle of sucking; George and I have done that before. That way, no one gets left out.”

Draco grew hard again at the thought of them doing things with each other. “You two often do stuff together?” He asked.

“We do.” George answered.

“You’ll get to see it plenty, don’t worry.” Fred said lightly.

Draco sighed. “How long are we going to do this? Where do you see this going? We are on opposite sides of the war, you know.”

Fred frowned. “Well, we were hoping you might switch.”

Draco shook his head. “I’m not ending up on the losing side. Your leader’s losing support at an alarming rate.” He said.

George sat up. “What do you mean?” He asked urgently.

Draco shrugged. “Just that some people I had pegged as Light through and through have surprised me, that’s all.” He said.

“Like who?” Fred pressed.

“Ask around. You’ll figure it out, you’re smart. And don’t drop people just because they’ve changed their minds. Find out why. They have good reasons.” Draco added.

The twins looked at each other, then nodded. “We’ll do some digging.”

“What we find will determine where we go from here.”

“This isn’t the end of the conversation,” Fred warned.

“Just an intermission while we figure some things out.” George added.

“Good boys. Keep your eyes open. Minds, too.” Draco said.

Chapter Text

Thomas Harding emerged into Dumbledore's office, brushing soot from his robes. “Thank you for letting me come by, Albus. I realize this is highly unconventional, but Lord Prince requested that I join him and Harry for a chat after dinner. I can hardly refuse a request from my dear Harrison's father. I am trying to stay on his good side, after all.”

Dumbledore smiled widely. “Not at all, I'm happy to see you! As a matter of fact, I have a question to ask, a small favour you could do for me, if you stop by my office when you are done. I was going to ask Severus, but I think you would be a much more appropriate choice.” He said.

Tom frowned. “Of course, I will see you before I leave and hear you out. But now, I really must see my Harrison.”

Dumbledore waved toward his door. “Go on. I will see you soon.” He said mildly.

Tom left the office and headed straight toward Severus’ rooms, hissing at the wall to let him in. It melted away, and Tom entered.

Harry was waiting on the couch for him and smiled, jumping up and rushing to him, hugging him tightly. “Tom! How are you?”

Tom sighed. “Worried, angry, happy… Remorseful.” He finished heavily.

Harry frowned and looked up at him. “That’s a strange mix. Where are all those emotions coming from?”

“The worry,” Tom began, sitting on the couch and pulling Harry down beside him, “Is that you'll dislike me when this conversation is over. The anger is directed at Dumbledore. I am, as always, happy to see you.” He smiled, tracing Harry’s cheek.

He leaned in slowly, giving Harry ample time to pull away, and kissed him, fingers grazing down Harry’s face and around his neck to cup the back of it, gently holding him in place as they enjoyed the closeness.

Severus, sitting at his desk, cleared his throat pointedly.

Tom pulled away, smiling at a dazed and flushed Harry.

Harry grinned back.

“The remorse, though.” Tom said heavily, his levity evaporating, “That is all for you parents. I truly regret going after them. The prophecy I believed in so much was a farce.” He told the teen.

Harry nodded. “We found that out yesterday.” He said. “And in addition, I’m the heir of Gryffindor, and Adora Selwyn’s grandson!”

Tom frowned. “How can that be so? She died long ago, Harry. And your mother was just past twenty when I… Did what I did.” He muttered sadly.

“Hermione believes that Dumbledore killed her and kept her unborn baby—my mother—in stasis for fifty years. I think she’s right.” Harry said. “It’s the only thing that makes sense."

Tom's eyes widened. “Why would he do such a thing?”

Harry shook his head. “I have no idea, but I intend to find out.”

“I see. Well, if you know, then I assume I have no cause to worry? I truly am sorry. I try not to kill talented wizards and witches, and I sincerely regret it.” Tom said.

Harry smiled and laid a hand on his arm. “Tom, it’s fine. I’m upset about it, of course, but I understand. I don’t blame you.”

Tom smiled and took Harry's hand, placing a kiss on the back. “Thank you. I will somehow make it up to you. I don’t know how, yet, but I will find a way.” He promised.

“Just stay with me. Wait for me, and be mine when I’m ready. That’s all I want.” Harry told him.

“I will wait a millennium for you if I must. I am coming to care for you deeply, Harrison. You are all I want.” Tom said.

“Good. Was there anything else you wanted to discuss?” Harry asked.

“Just this.” Tom cupped Harry's cheek and drew him in for another kiss, winding his way through the teen's head, slowly and lazily observing the ebb and flow of stray memories drifting about.

He broke the kiss and smiled. “Your mind is beautiful.”

Harry smiled and blushed. “I bet you say that to all the people you kiss.” Harry teased.

Tom laughed. “Sure I do. Now, Dumbledore wanted to discuss something with me when I left, so I should go do that. I will see you later, Harrison.”

Harry watched as he left, calling out a soft goodbye.

Severus hummed after he had left. “He really seems to care for you.” He said.

Harry smiled widely. “He really does, doesn’t he?” He walked over to the man and hugged him. “Thank you for letting us use your rooms.”

Severus laughed. “You are more than welcome. The conversation needed to be had.” He said.

Harry nodded. “It really did. I’m going to get back to the Tower now. See you!”

“Sleep well, Harrison. I will see you tomorrow.” Severus returned.

*****

Tom walked into Dumbledore’s office and faced the man. “What did you want to ask of me?”

Dumbledore smiled. “Would you be willing to be Harry's mermaid hostage during the second task?” He asked. “I will spell you to sleep with the others under an aqua tutis charm and place you under the lake for him to rescue.” He said.

Tom frowned. “It is safe?” He asked.

“Perfectly so!” Dumbledore assured him. “Harry will rescue you and you will awaken when he brings you to the surface. You will sleep through it all.”

Tom hummed. “I suppose I can do that.” He said.

“Wonderful!” Dumbledore enthused. “I will need you here the night of February 23^rd to be put to sleep with the others. Come after 9:00. As late as 11 will be acceptable, but no later, please. I do need to get some sleep.”

Tom nodded. “I will come at 10:00. I will see you then.”

Dumbledore nodded. “I will see you on the 23^rd, then.”

Tom left, deciding he'd check to make sure his glamour was layered well enough that only the darkest revealing charm would expose him.

*****

Harry was working on his charms homework with Hermione when one of the twins sat beside him. “Hey, Harry, I wanted to know if there’s something Draco knows about you that we don’t?” He asked quietly.

Harry went very still. “Like what?” He asked.

The twin whispered, “Like something about your feeling about Dumbledore?”

Harry cursed. “I’m going to kill him.” He muttered.

“Oh, don’t do that! We just don’t want to be on the losing side, George and I. Draco says people are switching sides at an alarming rate. If you’re one of them, we'd like to know. We're with you, no matter what. We trust you.” Fred grinned, then added loudly, “You're our fearless leader!”

Harry sighed. “Come on, Room of Requirement. Get George.”

Fred turned and spotted his brother. “Oi, Gred! Get your arse over here!” He shouted.

Harry sighed.

They headed to the room and Harry groaned. “What exactly brought this on?”

George shrugged. “Draco said people were switching sides at an alarming rate, implied that the light was going to lose. We started asking around, subtly. We talked to Neville and he said if we were losing trust in Dumbledore to talk to you. What does he know that you haven’t told us?”

Harry bit his lip. “How serious are you about me being your ‘fearless leader?’” He asked.

“We'll follow you to the ends of the Earth if you ask it of us. No matter what happens, we’re with you.” Fred said surely.

“Great. Anyway, you know that I was being abused at the Dursley's house, right?” He asked.

Fred's look darkened. “Yeah. That much was pretty obvious.”

“Well, turns out my Mum told him before she died that they would abuse me. He put me with them on purpose.” Harry said.

George growled. “Well, even if you haven’t switched, we will. Or go neutral. Can we go neutral?” He asked Fred.

“There’s another option.” Harry said. “You can join me.” He said. “I’m not a follower, but I am on Voldemort's side. I’m going to be his consort.”

Fred looked at him in shock, then smiled. “Oh, Harry! Wait,” He frowned. “What about Thomas Harding?”

Harry chuckled. “That’s Tom's alter ego. It’s a glamour. Fools Dumbledore well enough.”

“You are taken.” George said, impressed.

Harry laughed. “Yes, very much so.”

“Well, if we join you, what do we need to know?” Fred asked.

“First off, I need to put you both under a lip-locker. I know it’s Dark, but we can’t have this getting out.” He added when they opened their mouths.

“I was going to say that’s fine.” George said.

Fred nodded. “Yeah, we understand. And besides, with Snape as your Dad, you’d know at least some Dark stuff. He’s not exactly a beacon of sunshine, you know?”

Harry laughed. “No, he’s not.” He cast the spell. “Alright, what you need to know is this: I’m leading a group called the Hopefuls, which Draco is a part of, along with Crabbe, Goyle, Theodore Nott, Pansy and Millicent from Slytherin, Nev and Mione from Gryffindor and Luna Lovegood from Ravenclaw. It stands for ‘Hopeful Future Death Eaters,’ but Tom has said he might let me keep some. If I induct you and you prove yourselves useful, you might get offered a place with him. He might let you keep me, though. It’s really up to him.” Harry said, then grinned. “Feel like signing up?” He offered.

Fred and George huddled together on the other side of the room and conferred for a while, while Harry relaxed as well as he could in that situation and waited.

Finally, they came back. “We’re in.”

Harry smiled and drew out both the rings he always had on him. Good thing he carried two. He keyed them to the right names, and explained why they needed to go on the right person. He held one up. “Fred.”

Fred took the ring.

“And yours. If I need you, it will heat up. It should give you an idea of where I am, and when you are able to Apparate, it will lead you to me if you focus on it as your destination. I wear the Master, no one else can call you with that. Gather information for me, watch my back, especially from Dumbledore, see Millicent to be assigned guard duty shifts and be nice to the other Hopefuls. Go, do my bidding.” He said.

Fred and George laughed, and they all headed back to the Tower.

Harry had to tell Hermione and Neville about their new comrades before bed.

Chapter Text

Thomas came into Dumbledore's office, taking in the three children sleeping propped against the wall. “Why is young Miss Granger a hostage? I thought each champion had but one?”

Dumbledore smiled. “Yes, that’s right. She is actually Viktor Krum's hostage. They have a little bit of a romance going.”

Tom hummed. Krum's school already taught Dark Arts. Perhaps he'd like to be offered a spot in Tom's followers? Since his girlfriend was Harry's?

But that was a question for another time.

“So what do I need to do?” Tom asked.

Dumbledore smiled. “Well, Thomas, I need to place a sleeping spell on you. It will cause you to sleep until you have been placed in the lake, at five AM, and subsequently break the surface again.”

Tom nodded. “I will allow you to.”

Dumbledore smiled, thinking, ‘you'll allow a lot more than that.’ “Thank you, Thomas. Please sit with the others and I will put you to sleep.”

Tom sat and got comfortable leaning against the wall.

Dumbledore cast a quiet ‘somnus’ and Tom fought the swell of magic back that wanted to lash out at the man. That was encouraging. Apparently, his magic wanted to fight off the Headmaster's spell, but he battled it back and let the spell pull him under.

Dumbledore watched Thomas Harding drift into sleep, satisfied. Once he was sure the man was asleep, he walked up to him and conjured a vial. He cast a small diffindo at his arm, and a small backlash of magic hit him full in the face.

The spell didn’t do a thing.

Dumbledore sighed and banished the vial. He apparently wouldn’t get any blood.

He could check for a glamour, though. That spell would not cause any harm.

He cast the spell to check his body for signs of cosmetic magic and the man's magic as well as the school's innate magic flared, slamming bodily into Dumbledore and blasting him into the wall. He slid down it, and as he lost consciousness, he thought, ‘he must really be the heir of Gryffindor. The castle is protecting him.’

*****

Minerva entered the office the next morning to see Dumbledore slumped against the wall, the hostages sleeping against the other wall. She sighed and shook her head before reviving him. “What did you do to Thomas Harding?” She asked as he woke.

Dumbledore sighed. “I tried to verify who he was.” He said.

Minerva smiled. “And you didn’t spare a thought to what the castle would do to you if you cast a spell that was unwanted against an heir? You know that’s a bad idea.”

Dumbledore scowled. “Gryffindor’s heir hasn’t been heard from in generations! Suddenly Harry is dating him? I thought it was suspicious. Apparently, I was wrong.”

Minerva chuckled. “Well, let's just hope you've learned your lesson.”

Dumbledore groaned as he pulled himself up off the floor.

Minerva cast a Patronus for Hagrid, telling him they'd need him. Neither of them could lift Thomas Harding, and clearly a spell couldn’t be used.

“Come on,” Minerva said, levitating two of the children. “Let's get them down to the lake. Hagrid can bring Thomas. We'll pass him on the way.”

Dumbledore nodded.

Harry had apparently picked a good man to be with. Harding would keep him on the light side of the war, Dumbledore was almost sure of it.

Gryffindor's heir could be no other way.

*****

Harry woke up with dread coiling low in his stomach. Who would his person be? One of the Hopefuls? Severus?

There was only one way to find out. He had to get to breakfast and take a head count.

Harry went to breakfast and looked around. All his Hopefuls were accounted for… Except Hermione.

But she could be Viktor’s hostage, they were dating.

He checked the Head table and… Severus was there.

Harry frowned. Hm. He had no idea who his person was, then. Because everyone else was accounted for.

He shrugged and began eating. He managed a bit of bacon and some toast and tea, but otherwise didn’t want to overfill his stomach. Swimming was easier when you weren’t weighted down by a full belly.

Soon, breakfast was finished, and he was walking down to the lake.

He stood on the edge and cast warming charms on himself.

The task was announced, and spectators roared excitedly.

When the whistle was blown, Harry ate the Gillyweed, gagging as it went down, but swallowing it down anyway, and dove.

Up in the stands, Severus watched in apprehension until he saw flippers break the surface where Harry had dived down.

So the Gillyweed had worked. Harry was safe.

Perhaps his Lord was less so, but he had hopes that everything would be alright for them both.

“Did Harry just use Gillyweed?” Minerva asked.

Severus nodded. “I’m fairly certain he wouldn’t have been able to cast a bubble-head, at any rate.” He answered. “It’s a little advanced.”

Minerva gave him a stern look. “You aren’t supposed to help him cheat, father or not!” She chided.

Severus smirked. “I simply supplied him with what he asked for. He would have bought it in Hogsmeade otherwise, and mine is better. It lasts the full hour and won’t make him sick.” He said.

“Well, I suppose if he did enough research to know to ask for it, the task has served its purpose.” Minerva said, and they both settled in to watch.

After what seemed like an hour of swimming, Harry reached the Hostages. His eyes widened when he saw Tom tied up with the others in his Thomas Harding glamour.

He would never admit it later, but he did freak out a bit. He grabbed the knife he had brought with him and sawed at the ropes until they released Tom. He noticed that the little girl tied up next to him was stirring, eyes looking as though they were about to open, so he cut her loose, too, threatening the merfolk with his wand when they tried to intervene. He kicked off from the bottom with both of them, seeing Cedric heading his way with a bubble-head charm as he swam to the surface.

Cedric almost passed him on the way up, but paused and grabbed one of the little girl's arms and they dragged her to the surface just as she awoke and began thrashing.

Harry broke the surface and cast a sonorous on himself as he led his hostage and the little girl to safety. “Whose idea was it to cast a sleeping spell on a part-Veela?!” Harry shouted.

Tom winced. “Really, Harrison.”

Harry shot him a glare. “She was waking up by the time I got down there. You lot are lucky she’s still alive.” Harry told the judges.

All of them looked surprised. Except Dumbledore. He looked unperturbed.

Harry sighed in disgust and cancelled the spell. “Can you stay for the day?” He asked Tom, cuddling up to him as blankets were brought. They shared one.

“I would have to ask Dumbledore, but he might allow it.” Tom said.

Fleur rushed over and kissed Harry on both cheeks, thanking him for saving her sister.

Tom growled.

“Really, it’s fine, she was waking up, so I worried.” Harry said.

Fleur nodded. “Veela are resistant to sleeping spells, she was fighting it off ze whole time.” She explained. “You are a wonderful person!”

Harry flushed. “Thanks. Cedric helped bring her up.” He said, looking over at Cedric who was talking to Cho.

Fleur nodded. “I thanked him already.” She explained, then smiled at Harry again. “You deserve full marks. Ze grindylows got me.” She admitted, then went to sit with her sister.

Once the judges gave the scores, Harry and Tom approached Dumbledore. “Can he stay for the day? I missed him.” Harry asked.

Dumbledore smiled. “I don’t see why not!” He said cheerfully.

Harry cheered and hugged Tom tightly.

Hermione rushed over, Viktor trailing behind her. “Hello, again, Thomas.” She said politely.

“Hello, Hermione. It’s good to see you again. While you are awake.” He added.

Hermione laughed. “Yes, I imagine I wasn’t very good company whilst asleep.”

Tom shook his head. “Dreadfully dull.” He told her.

Harry got between them. “Let’s all go have hot cocoa in the Great Hall!” He suggested.

Hermione sighed. “It will spoil our lunch.” She complained.

Tom eyed her. “Who cares?” He asked. “It's cocoa.”

Hermione looked bewildered. “You like cocoa?” She asked.

“Doesn’t everybody?” Tom asked. “Of course I do, come on.”

They headed to the Great Hall, got their cocoa and discussed the Ministry (Tom and Hermione) and Quidditch (Harry and Viktor).

Both couples were sitting snuggled together, though, so nobody felt put out that their partner was paying attention to someone else.

Harry even felt bold enough at one point to put his hand on Tom's leg, since they were sitting across from the other two, and begun sliding it up toward his groin.

Tom grabbed the hand and held it for the rest of their chat, much to Harry's amusement.

Chapter Text

Tom stopped Harry as they left the Great Hall and backed him into an alcove covered by a tapestry. He leaned in and whispered, “You must have some idea what you're doing to me.”

Harry grinned. “I do. I’m not ready to do anything but flirt, but I can go pretty far with that. Am I too close to your breaking point?” He asked impishly.

Tom growled and leaned in for a heated kiss, slipping into his mind and speaking once he was in there: “Harrison, you are very close to making me lose my control. You won’t like what you get when that happens. Tone it down some until you are ready to give me at least a little bit of what you are dangling before me. Can you do that for me?” He broke the kiss and raised his head to allow Harry to breathe, and answer.

Harry took a few deep breaths, looking into Tom's eyes, searchingly.

Tom dropped the glamour enough to let Harry see his real eyes and Harry bit his lip at what he saw in them.

Need. Hunger. Yearning.

A need Harry wasn’t ready to indulge.

A hunger he couldn’t yet feed.

A yearning for the things he couldn’t give, not for some time yet.

Harry broke the stare and dropped his eyes to Tom's chest.

“Yeah. Sorry.” He said heavily.

Tom tucked a finger under his chin and raised his face, glamour back in place. “No, no, don’t get maudlin. I’m not asking you to stop altogether. Just don’t start feeling me up until you're ready to ‘take me in hand,’ so to speak. You can flirt, that’s fine, just be aware that I am only flesh and blood. Don’t push too much. Alright? My Pretty Prince.” He added, kissing the tip of Harry’s nose.

Harry blushed, thinking, ‘I like it much better coming from him than Pansy.’ “Alright.” Harry agreed.

“We're in close quarters here and I kind of am looming over you. Is this okay?” Tom realized, looking at the small space they were in.

Harry grinned. “Kiss me like that again, and I'll forget where we are entirely. If I had a problem with it, I would have told you so.”

Tom chuckled and gave him another breath-stealing kiss.

Harry wrapped his arms around Tom's neck and gave a small sigh.

The tapestry was pulled aside, and Harry’s eyes snapped open to meet Dumbledore’s assessing gaze. He broke the kiss and buried his blushing face in Tom's chest.

Tom sighed and turned around to look. He gave Dumbledore a disgruntled glare. “Do you mind?” He snapped.

“Severus is looking for his son. I was merely lending a hand in the search. If Harry wants to avoid trouble, it would behoove you both to find him. I won't tell him how I found you. I understand young love.” He said, then left.

Harry muttered an expletive, and Tom chuckled. “Come, let’s go find your father.”

“Bloody parents.” Was Harry’s opinion.

Tom smiled, inclined to agree.

They headed toward the Tower, and were halfway there when they found Severus.

“Where were you two?” He asked in annoyance.

“We were making out.” Harry retorted.

“Harrison!” Tom whispered.

“What?” Harry asked. “It's the truth.”

Severus pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. “I’m going to regret this, but why?”

Tom cleared his throat. “Harry was teasing. I merely wanted to let him know he was pushing a bit too far with it.”

Severus’ eyes snapped open. “Oh? And you were able to convey this with your tongue down his throat?!” He snapped.

Tom smirked. “Quite well, actually. His mind was most welcoming.”

Severus growled. “You two are having tea in my quarters. Now, it is non-negotiable.” He said firmly.

Harry and Tom shared a look, shrugged at each other, and followed Severus to the dungeons, hand-in-hand.

They got settled and Severus poured the tea. They were preparing their cups when Severus spoke.

“Harrison, you need to tell him.” Severus said flatly.

Harry’s hands jerked and he spilled some tea, meeting Severus' eyes nervously.

Severus cleaned it and sighed. “I’m sorry, but you two are obviously getting serious, and he deserves to know exactly what he is up against.” He said in a gentle tone.

Harry gulped and finished fixing his tea, silently.

Tom hummed. “Severus, surely it can wait—”

“It cannot. If he has progressed to pushing your limits, you need to know. So you are aware how essential control is in this matter.” Severus said.

“I can—”

“It's alright.” Harry said softly, straightening up with his tea. He didn’t meet either of their eyes. “He's right, you should know the specifics.”

Severus shook his head. “You can be as general as you want, so long as you convey what happened. No one is entitled to details but you. He has an idea of what happened, but he needs to know how far things go.” He said.

Harry nodded and set his tea down, then turned to Tom. He took a deep breath. “I was raped.” He said flatly.

Tom was so shocked, so enraged, that he lost control of his magic. The fire flared, the teapot rattled, and his glamour slipped off completely. “You—what—who?!” He finally settled on.

Harry sighed. “My uncle.” He whispered.

Tom set his tea down. “Muggle?” He asked.

Harry nodded.

“He will die by my hand.” Tom said.

“I want first blood.” Severus spoke up.

Tom nodded. “You deserve that. He is your son. But he stole what is mine by rights, what was Harry’s gift to give. He stole that from you.” He locked eyes with Harry. “He stole that from us. What should have been easy will be tricky, but I am prepared to show you how good it can be, slowly. When the time comes, you have the option of being there. Of watching the light leave his eyes.”

Harry swallowed, but nodded. “I want—need—to be sure he’s gone.”

“Then you will see his end. I warn you now, it will not be pretty. And you will see the most violent side of me. I only ask that it not be all you see of me after.” Tom said.

Harry shook his head. “It won’t be. I know you will not hurt me. Only those that did hurt me, or others like me. I know what you really stand for, now.”

“Did they do anything else?” Tom asked.

Harry shrugged. “They beat me. Starved me. Called me names, worked me like a house-elf. What Vernon did, though… That was the worst.”

“Should I only take him, then?” Tom asked.

“No.” Severus said. “Take them all. I want Petunia, and Harry wants the son.”

Tom smiled. “Will the son be his first kill?” He asked excitedly.

“Most likely. When he is ready.” Severus said.

“Mm. When you have killed the boy, Harrison, you will be truly ready to take your place at my side. I have introduced you, yes, but to make my followers respect you, you must be willing to curse them when they deserve it—yourself.” Tom added sternly.

Harry nodded. “I will be willing to once I can cast the curse. I know they already think me weak.”

“Weak-hearted and weak-willed.” Tom agreed. “But we will show them, won’t we, My Pretty Prince?” He asked with a smirk.

Harry smiled back. “Yes, we will.” He said.

Talk turned to lighter things and they drank their tea, Harry able to relax by degrees as he was distracted by talk of future plans of Ministry takeover.

Apparently, all Tom needed to do was make himself known again and they'd be very close already to unseating Fudge. Not many people liked his head-in-the-sand take on life, and replacing him once people knew Voldemort had returned would probably be all too easy.

Harry pitched in with the occasional suggestion or question, and Tom and Severus indulged him by answering and taking his suggestions into account, but Harry's heart wasn’t really in it.

After a few more hours, Tom stretched. “I really must be going, and you two should get to dinner.” He said.

Severus nodded. “We will see you over Easter.” He said.

Tom smiled. “I will have the Muggles for you both. It will be wonderful.”

Tom left and Harry turned to Severus. “You know, it'll be nice to get some closure on everything.” He said.

Severus smiled and nodded. “It will help you heal. It's easier to believe it will never happen again when the man who hurt you is unmistakably dead.” He agreed.

Harry laughed. “Yeah, I imagine that's so. Dinner now.”

“Yes, let's get to dinner.”

Chapter Text

Tom smiled, holding the tiny slip of paper as if it were gold.

Because it was.

A number and five little words were written on it, in Severus' spidery script.

“4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey"

Simple and to the point. There was no wishing of luck, no advice on what he was to do. Severus knew there was no need for that.

They were Muggles. They posed no threat to him.

He got up and went to get ready.

*****

Tom knocked on the door. He could be civilized.

He also stuck out like a sore thumb in his very expensive tailored suit, but it was the only Muggle clothing he owned.

The door was opened by a pig-like teen with blond hair. He opened his mouth, and Tom was almost surprised when words came out instead of a squeal. “Mum! Someone's at the door!” He shouted.

Tom fought the urge to sneer at the boy's atrocious manners.

A horsey woman came into the doorway, and the boy hurried back to the sitting room. “Yes?” The woman asked. “Can I help you?”

Tom smiled charmingly. “Yes, I believe you can.” He said. “May I come in?”

The woman looked taken aback, but stepped aside. “Yes, of course. Who might you be?” She asked, closing the door behind her.

“I am known by a few names. My friends call me Marvolo, my consort calls me Tom.” His charming smile melted away with the glamour over his eyes and the woman flinched back as his voice dropped to a whisper. “But you might know me better as Lord Voldemort.” He said, relishing the words.

The woman gave a small scream before Tom silenced her.

“Now, now, none of that. You've hurt someone very dear to me, and I’m afraid reparations must be paid.” Tom said evenly, bringing her body into the kitchen and seating her in a chair. He took the chair opposite it.

The woman was trying to talk.

Tom lifted the spell and she sobbed, “Don’t hurt my baby!”

He silenced her again and hummed. “I won't. Nor will I hurt you. I am after your husband. You are for Severus. Harry has called your son.” He told her.

Her eyes widened and she shook her head frantically, mouth moving as she tried to speak.

“No excuses. You stood by and did nothing, and likely inflicted some damage yourself. Nothing will reverse that. It's futile and you will only anger me further. I am unpleasant when crossed. Well, I’m unpleasant most of the time, but worse when crossed.” Tom warned her as her son came into the room.

He turned his wand on the boy and stunned him, and he fell to the floor with a loud “thump.”

Tom frowned. “Oh, my, that sounded painful. Well, he has plenty of padding.” He said, unconcerned.

“What was that?” Called a voice from the sitting room, followed by, “Tuney, while you're in there, grab me a drink!”

Petunia paled as Tom turned his head toward the voice.

“Ah, the man I am here to meet. How long will it take him to come find out why you aren’t responding, I wonder?” Tom mused.

“Tuney?” The voice called out again.

Tom stayed silent, twirling his wand in his fingers, and waited.

A fat man with a large moustache came into the room.

Tom sneered at him as the man gaped—rather stupidly—at him. And his wand.

“You're Vernon?” He asked in distaste. “Well, I suppose I can see how you overpowered Harry. The boy had no chance against your considerable… Bulk.”

Vernon turned red and drew in a deep breath before yelling, “We don’t want any freaks here! I demand you leave at once!”

Tom stood and bound the man, letting him fall to the floor and sealing his mouth shut.

Vernon's eyes widened.

“Now, see here.” Tom hissed, standing over the man with his wand aimed between his eyes. “This is how things will go. I make the demands here. You can beg for your life—or for your death, I don’t care, it changes nothing. You will be my guests until Harry and Severus are able to take your wife and son. Then, Harry will watch as I kill you. Slowly. Oh, yes, and painfully. Then Severus and Harry will take care of the rest of your pitiful little family as they wish, and at their leisure.” He told the man. He unsealed his mouth and asked, “Any questions?”

“Who are you?” He asked.

Tom smiled. “Ask your wife; she knows.” He shrank them all down to the size of berries and took off Petunia's silencing spell, then placed them in an unbreakable vial, stoppering it to stop the high-pitched whine that was their tiny voices and slipping it into his pocket. It was going to be a bumpy ride, but they deserved a few bruises for what they had put Harry through.

Besides, this was just the beginning.

*****

Tom took the vial out of his pocket, looked at the miniature family inside, and gave it a hard shake.

They bounced around, smacking into the sides and each other, likely gaining many more bruises and maybe a broken bone or two.

Tom took them down to the dungeons, holding the vial in his hand, careful to swing his arms much more than usual as he walked down the stairs. Just for fun.

He slipped his hand through one of the bars of a dungeon cell and dumped them out, then restored their normal size.

They looked severely bruised and battered, but there was no blood.

Tom smiled. “You will be fed. Not much, you obviously don’t need it, but enough to keep you alive. You will eat, or the house-elves will spell it into your stomach. You won’t be escaping your fate through starvation. You have about a month until Harry will be here to move you or not as he desires. You will treat Harrison with the respect he deserves, or the consequences will be—” He cast the Cruciatus on Vernon, then continued, “That. You will address him as My Prince. I will be addressed as My Lord. You'd do well to avoid speaking to us unless directly addressed.” He eyed them all, then added, “Do you understand?”

A chorus of “Yes, My Lord" answered him, although Vernon's was grudging.

It made this all the sweeter.

“For now, I'll leave you with this.” He cast a nightmare curse on each of them, and smirked. “I wouldn’t suggest sleeping.” He said before leaving the dungeon.

For a day's work, it was good.

And he'd managed to refrain from spilling Vernon's blood.

He'd keep his promise to Severus, difficult though it would be.

*****

“I added the twins.” Harry said to Severus as he and Draco and Pansy sat around the table.

“You added the who?” Severus asked in horror.

“The twins.” Harry answered. “They're Hopefuls now.”

“I see.” Severus said. “In that case, goodbye.” He walked into the bathroom.

“Where are you going?” Harry called out.

“To slit my wrists with my straight razor. I cannot live like this!”

Harry laughed. “Get back out here! I still need you!”

Severus walked out. “I daresay you have all that you need already. You're collecting every miscreant in the school!”

“Hey!” Pansy protested. “What does that make us?”

“His control group, obviously.” Severus told her. “The normal Hopefuls.”

Draco grinned. “So long as you aren’t lumping us in with them.” He said lightly. “I may be dating them, it doesn’t mean I want to be considered one of them.”

Severus stared at him in horror, then went to his desk, pulled a potion out of one of the drawers, and drank it.

“What was that?” Harry asked.

“Draught of Peace. My whole life is crashing down around me. I felt it necessary.” Severus answered. “Draco, repeat that?” He requested, sitting in his chair.

Draco shrugged. “You heard me. I’m dating the Weasley twins.” He said lightly.

Severus groaned, laying his head down on his desk. “Why?” He asked.

Draco snorted. “Apparently, redheads just do it for me.”

“I did not need those visuals.” Severus muttered.

“Yeah, no one did.” Harry agreed.

Pansy sighed. “Anyway, we were here for a reason.” She reminded them.

Harry perked up. “Oh, yeah! Draco, you said your dad gave you news?”

Draco nodded, pulling a letter out of his pocket. “Yes. Apparently, Dumbledore's main platform in the Wizengamot years ago, when he was active in politics, was pushing through legislation to further restrict Dark creatures' rights. He proposed the laws that make Werewolves unable to hold paying jobs or buy houses.”

Harry’s mouth dropped open. “But why would he do that?!” He asked. “He knows Remus, he’s seen that they’re not all bad!”

Draco shrugged. “Yes, but Professor Lupin was a Gryffindor. And we all know Dumbledore’s double standards.”

Pansy nodded her agreement.

“That man is utterly mad.” Harry muttered.

“If you haven’t figured that out by now, you’re even more dense than I had you pegged as.” Severus told him from his desk.

Harry whipped around to glare at him. “Hey, you stay out of it!”

Severus simply smiled, working on his grading.

Chapter Text

“Ron’s back.” Neville muttered, watching the redhead walk into the Great Hall.

“Yeah.” Harry muttered bitterly. “Can’t keep him away for long with Dumbledore running the show.”

“Oi, Ronniekins! Nice to see you! We didn’t miss you!” George said cheerfully.

Ron gave him a rude gesture and sat down next to Ginny. “What’s happened while I was gone?” He asked her.

Ginny sighed. “Well, the second task was boring. Harry and Cedric tied for first place. But it was underwater, so we didn’t see much. Hermione and Krum are getting awfully close, though.” She added.

Ron scowled. “She’s such a slag.”

“That may be, but she’s a lucky one to have Krum.” Ginny pointed out.

“I thought you liked Harry.” Ron said, confused.

“I do.” Ginny said lightly. “He’s got the money, political power and looks I like. But you have to admit, with his money and Quidditch contacts, Krum would make a good second choice. He could get me onto a professional team, and I could make my own money that way. I’d be loaded and beholden to no one.” Ginny said, eyes shining as she imagined it.

Ron shrugged. “I suppose, but with Hermione with him, your chances of getting him are slim, too.” He said.

Ginny scowled. “I know. What’s she got that I don’t?!”

Ron shook his head. “No idea, Gin. No idea.”

*****

Ron had managed to bring several ‘pranks’ from the twins’ room back with him, and he planned to see what they did with a live demonstration.

He carefully covered Harry’s bed with the iridescent powder he’d found, having no idea what it was or did.

Whatever it was, it couldn’t be deadly. But chances are it would be mightily uncomfortable.

He hid the rest of the powder and left the room, smiling smugly. Harry would regret not taking him back soon enough. And he’d probably be begging to be friends again when all was said and done.

And Ron would say no.

*****

Harry woke and stretched. He looked down at himself sleepily—and snapped awake, screaming.

His scream was very high-pitched, to go with the tits he’d grown overnight.

Neville jumped out of bed and opened his hangings, then snorted. “Nice rack. Where’d that come from?”

Harry shook his head, staring at the breasts with horror. “I don’t know!” He said.

Neville hummed, then asked, softly, “Ron, you think?”

“Probably.” Harry said heavily.

Neville nodded his agreement. “Well, we’ll just have to hope that’s all he’s got planned.”

Harry sighed and got up. “Yeah. Let’s shower. Hopefully Seamus won’t stare too much.”

Neville laughed. “Asking for a bit much, there. You make a very pretty girl.”

Harry grimaced. “Thanks, I think.”

They went to take their showers and Neville politely ignored Harry’s naked body.

The other boys did not.

As they came in, they each stared, and Harry flushed brightly as they took in his nudity. He was starting to think he'd have to start showering with the girls until this wore off.

When Ron came in, Harry glared at him.

Ron gaped at him, then smirked. “Nice tits there, Harriet.”

Harry huffed and ignored him until Ron took the shower right next to him, which all the other boys had avoided, seemingly so he could stare at Harry up close.

Harry finished his shower and beat a hasty retreat.

Harry got dressed quickly and he and Neville went down to breakfast, meeting up with the twins on the way.

“Heya, Harry!” Fred said, then did a double-take, looking over him closely. “One of our products?” He asked.

Harry sighed. “Probably. Got an antidote?” He asked.

George shook his head. “Afraid not. You have to wait for it to wear off.” He said.

Harry scowled. “And now long does that take?!” He asked.

“Two weeks.” Fred told him.

“Two weeks?!” Harry shouted. “I can’t be like this for two weeks! What if Tom visits?!”

George grinned. “Hope he likes tits?” He suggested.

Harry groaned. “I hate you both.”

Fred slung an arm over his shoulder. “Don’t worry so much, My... Princess.” He finally decided with a grin. “It won’t hurt you or leave any lasting damage. Besides the memories of having tits, of course. But you look good with them.” He said.

Harry just sighed, shook his head, and continued on to breakfast. With his good-looking tits.

*****

Harry was walking to the library, not paying attention, when he heard Pansy begin to say his name from behind him. He looked up just in time to run straight into a smirking Ron, who reached out and grabbed his boobs, one in each hand, and gave them a hard squeeze.

Harry shoved him away. “You cunt! Just because these are your fault doesn't give you a right to touch them! Leave me alone!” He shouted as Pansy and Luna caught up.

“Come on, Harry. He's not worth it.” Luna said, leading him down the rest of the hall and into the library.

They all found a table together and Harry sighed. “Everybody keeps staring, and now Ron decides he can just touch me however he wants.” He muttered.

Pansy hummed. “That’s not right. Are you okay?”

Harry snorted. “It hurts, if that’s what you're asking.”

Pansy nodded. “Yes, it can when they're handled roughly. No one likes a brute. That’s the main reason why.” She commiserated. 

Luna held out her hands. “I can heal the bruises you'll be left with before they form, if you want. I’m good at healing.” She offered.

Harry eyed her hands warily. “You'd have to touch them, wouldn’t you?” He asked.

Luna smiled. “Purely clinical, Harry, I promise. Not that I don’t like boobs, but I have my own, and am not attracted to you.” She assured him.

Harry sighed. “Sure, why not?”

Luna rested her hands on the mounds and they warmed, sending tingles through the tissues.

Harry sighed in relief. “Much better. Thanks.” He said as Luna sat back with a smile.

“You're welcome, My Prince. I’m glad I could help.”

Pansy looked at Luna, impressed. “You have healing gifts?” She asked.

Luna smiled. “I have many gifts.” She answered.

Pansy met Harry’s eyes. “You're keeping this one around.” She told him firmly.

Harry laughed. “Well, yeah, that is the plan.” He agreed.

“Good. Now, what did you want to work on first?” Pansy asked, opening her bag.

“Hm. Charms?” Harry suggested.

“Charms it is.” Pansy said in resignation. She hated Charms.

Which was why Harry subjected her to it every chance he got.

*****

“Can we just try?” Harry pleaded. “I can’t take another morning of them all staring at me in the showers!”

Hermione’s eyes softened. “We can try, but you have to promise you won’t look at us.” She said firmly.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Listen, Mione, you guys have nothing to fear from me. I’m totally not interested.” He promised.

“Alright, let’s see if you can, then.”

Harry started up the stairs warily, waiting for it to turn into a slide. He made it to the top and smiled down at her. “So can I shower with you guys tomorrow?”

“You have to promise not to look!” Parvati shouted from the common room.

“And never tell any of the guys what you hear or see in there! Keep our secrets safe!” Lavender added.

Harry nodded. “Anything, just get me away from the boys and their staring!”

Parvati shrugged. “He can shower with us until he’s a he again.” She said to Hermione.

“Yeah, I’m fine with it.” Lavender agreed.

Harry cheered and came back down the stairs, thanking and hugging the other girls. “I owe you guys big time.” He said.

Parvati smiled. “And we'll remind you when there’s something we need.” She assured him.

Lavender nodded her agreement.

*****

Harry came into Severus' rooms and sank onto the couch with a groan.

“Hello to you, too.” Severus said from his desk. “Why do I currently have a daughter?”

Harry sighed. “Ron.” He explained.

“Ah.” Severus said. “Permanent, or temporary?” He asked.

Harry snorted. “Temporary, or he’d be dead already.”

“I see.” Severus stood. “Since you are here, and the Dark Lord has collected your odious relatives, would you like to help me with something?” Severus asked, getting up and heading for the door.

Harry jumped up. “Sure, what?”

“There is a potion that makes the drinker relive every experience they inflicted upon the person who gives it to them. I was going to brew it for you to give to them, but if you want to help, I would not be averse to letting you into my private lab, this once.” Severus explained.

Harry grinned. “Sounds brilliant, count me in!”

They went into the lab and Severus took down his silver cauldron. “This is a tricky brew,” He explained, setting the cauldron on the rack. “so you will need to follow my instructions carefully. Fill it halfway.” He added, walking over to retrieve a book and some ingredients.

Harry was adding the water when Severus came back. He looked at Harry’s hand for a few seconds before asking, “That tremble. Do you always have it?”

Harry looked at his hand. It was shaking slightly. “Yeah.” He answered. “Why?”

Severus sighed. “You probably do have my and your mother’s skill with Potions, your earlier malnutrition just ensured that you could not implement it to your full potential. The tremor will make you unable to add ingredients at the precise second you should. I can fix it, but for now, I will have you prepare ingredients, and I will add them. We do not have time to fix the issue presently.” He said.

Harry frowned. “Oh. Is that the problem?”

“Most likely. I will inspect your preparation, but I have a feeling it will not be a problem.” Severus told him.

“We will need two drops of juice from a whimperpod. Do you know how to juice one?” Severus asked, taking a small pod out of a vial.

Harry nodded. “The book says to crush it with the flat of your knife, then drip the juice on the knife into the potion.”

Severus nodded. “It does say that. It is incorrect.”

Harry looked surprised. “It is?”

Severus held the pod up. “Whimperpods are so named because if you juice them correctly, they whimper.” He told Harry. “They are alive, and crushing them will release all five drops that they hold, but it also kills them, and you cannot use them again. They are inexpensive, so most Potioneers crush them and throw away the dead pod. However, if you cut a small slit near the base,” Severus cut the pod, and it let out a small, pitiful cry of pain, ”You can squeeze out the juice you need and heal it, then use it again later.” He said, as he did so, squeezing out two drops into a vial.

Harry nodded slowly. “So I’ve killed some of them. That’s horrible!”

Severus smirked. “You didn’t know better. Besides, like I told you, it is not exactly wasteful to juice them that way. They come very cheaply.” He said, putting the used pod back with the others. “They regenerate, so all you really need is one, usually. I have many, since some potions I brew—poisons, usually—require both the juice and the pod carcass. That and the fact that students are misinformed, and thus, wasteful. But now, you can stop killing the small things and juice them properly. Like Draco does.”

Harry scowled. “Don’t rub it in.” He muttered.

Severus chuckled. “Now, powder me an Ashwinder egg, add five drops of moondew and mash it into a paste. I will slice the ginger root while you do that.”

“What’s the ginger for?”

Severus shrugged. “Taste. But removing it will alter the effects slightly, we’re not going to chance it just to make the flavour more unpleasant. Though they deserve it.” He added.

Harry couldn’t agree more.