The Black Prince

A/N: from here on out I will refer to Harry as Dorian. Dumbledore and those who are light will still call him Harry. Those who are Dark but don’t know his true heritage will simply call him Prince all the time as they have done up to now. Hope this clears up some confusion. Frankly, it will probably be a while before everyone knows his true existence so expect to hear Harry from the light and Dorian from the Dark.

PS. Sorry for the \"Tallis\" mistake in the last chapter. Writing 2 fics at once is surprisingly difficult even when they are relatively different from each other. I’ll try to keep a better eye out for it and I\'ll fix that chapter soon.

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Chapter 8

Dumbledore walked through Grimmauld Place, worked up into a fury. How dare that damn half blood go in and steal his weapon from under his nose! What the hell was he supposed to do? The papers had already published the fact that he personally had been put in charge of the protection and care of Harry Potter all those years ago. This did not look good for him. No one would dare to bring up any charges or anything but public opinion was moving against him. He had banked on the public blindly following him—that was the only way that he had ever achieved the following that he had. He didn’t know what to do now.

He needed to get the boy back, that was for damn sure. He had grown more wary of the boy as the years had passed as he had seen the keen intelligence in his eyes. He was entirely too smart for his own good. He had carefully kept every bit of information from him that he could through the years and he thought that he might have successfully kept the boy blinded. He wasn’t certain. One thing was certain though: he could not risk losing the boy to Voldemort. Better to kill him and be done with it than risk that.

He frantically started making plans with those who were the most faithful to his cause to get Harry back. Unfortunately, they had no idea where he was and Severus was unable to reveal the location. Hopefully with him staying at the Death Eater headquarters full time for a few weeks he could find out the information he needed. He prayed that his spy would return to him quickly with the information so he could go and assess the damage done to hie weapon. If the boy was still firmly on the side for the light then he would nurse him back to health. If he seemed to be wavering he would destroy him once and for all. Best to avoid Voldemort gaining another ally.

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Lucius hesitantly knocked on the door to the Black Prince’s private rooms. An order to enter was barked out and he quickly entered. He had been called to this meeting by Voldemort. His Lord had been meeting with the Black Prince, Severus Snape and Remus Lupin to make a few plans for the upcoming school year. He had no doubt been called to consult as he often was.

He bowed low when he entered the posh sitting room. The Black Prince and Voldemort were both sitting in chairs while Severus and Remus occupied the couch between them. Dorian had planned their seating arrangement before the meeting was even called, knowing that if he sat near his Master then he would struggle to maintain his role as the Black Prince but also knowing that he grew jealous if anyone sat too near his lover. Remus, as a father figure, was deemed safe to the Incubus within him. He had not expected a fifth person to be invited to their meeting but understood the value of Lucius’ opinions and acquiesced to the request when Voldemort had put it forth.

Lucius started to sit on Severus’ other side, causing Dorian to let out an unearthly growl, making the blond man’s hair stand on end. Lucius stopped, startled, and moved to the opposite end, sitting next to Remus as the other two men moved further down. The meeting continued as if nothing had happened. Lucius wryly concluded that he now had his answer as to what Severus was to his Prince—obviously they were mated if his instinctual jealousy was anything to go by.

\"I called you here to provide another opinion, Lucius,\" Voldemort said, pulling him into the conversation. \"There are many options for us in the upcoming year. We have much to do and could both remain here to lead the soldiers that we have, making plans and trying to end the war. This, however, closes us off from potential recruits and essentially limits us to those who already serve. We would risk the general populous overthrowing us after we win the war if they are too discontent with a Dark ministry.\"

\"To offset the chance of this happening,\" the Prince said, \"I have proposed that I return to Hogwarts under a disguise as either a professor or an apprentice. It would allow me direct access to hundreds of Britain’s finest students as well as an opportunity to get close with the residents of Hogsmeade and the other professors.\"

\"That does sound ideal,\" Lucius said. \"How would you ensure that your disguise could not be broken?\"

\"The plan is contingent upon an ancient potion working. It is designed to bring out any latent metamorphmagus abilities that the drinker may have. As a Black, Dorian may well have the ability but he has not yet been able to tap into it. If Severus were able to brew the potion for Dorian and if he truly had the ability then he would be able to safely morph his features so that he would be unrecognizable,\" Remus stepped in.

\"It is too dangerous for you to go back there,\" Severus said firmly. He was ready to scream. He desperately wanted to keep his pet as far away from Dumbledore as possible and this reckless plan of his would endanger him. All right, if he stopped to admit it, he knew that it wasn’t so reckless. The potion may not work, anyway. If it did then his pet would be safe, unless he said something that revealed who he was. If the potion didn’t work then hopefully this talk of returning to Hogwarts would be over. The idea of his lover going to Hogwarts with him had seemed like a great plan earlier but as time had passed and he rethought it he had grown worried that Dumbledore would find some new way to hurt him if he went there.

Dorian looked up at his Master, concern flashing momentarily in his eyes before he wiped his expression once more. Lucius filed that bit of information away for further study. He knew that their relationship was none of his business but he was fascinated. Severus was his oldest friend after all and he had never even mentioned that he was dating anyone! \"What would you have us do? Send Voldemort instead?\" Dorian said sarcastically. Remus bit back a snort. Lord Voldemort wouldn’t last a week without giving himself away by torturing some hapless student for giving the wrong answer.

Severus nearly bit his tongue through to keep from yelling. \"You must admit, Prince, that this is needlessly reckless. Will the benefit really counter the danger that well? We’ll only gain a few soldiers from your hard work, if any,\" he said with a forced calm, his effort to keep from screaming blatantly obvious to all.

\"It is more important that we start to educate the children as to the true Dark mantra rather than the light drivel that Dumbledore has been force feeding them,\" Dorian argued. \"Even if we don’t gain any new recruits, if we have managed to reach some of the children before they are indoctrinated by Dumbledore’s lies then we will have been wildly successful. We cannot simply take over the Ministry now and expect to hold it if the majority of the populace disagrees with us. They have been taught to hate and fear us for years. We need to start undoing some of the damage that the old man has wrought on our cause over the years. What is the point of a revolution if we will merely be overthrown a few years later by a counter-revolution?\"

Severus glared at Dorian. He knew he was pressing his luck but he was furious about the danger that his lover wished to put himself in. \"The Prince is right,\" Lucius said hesitantly. \"We need to start working on re-educating the children, especially the upper years. It won’t be long before they are old enough to fight and to take part in the world around them as adults. We must win more of them to our side before that happens. We are in a dangerous enough spot as it is.\"

Severus seethed. \"Why the hell should Dorian be the one to do it?\"

Dorian and Severus glared at each other heatedly, neither willing to step down in the situation. Remus spoke up. \"Dorian, why don’t you and Severus have a bit of a chat in the other room for a few minutes? Maybe you can come to an agreement.\" He knew about the nature of their relationship and knew that the major clash right now was between their public and private personas. As a leader, Dorian felt he needed to do this. As a sub, he desperately wanted to please his Master. Severus, as a good Dom, wanted to take care of his pet. As a Death Eater though, he knew that he needed to agree with his leader’s decision. They needed to leave and fight this out on their own where they could drop their assumed roles and discuss what they really wanted to do.

Dorian stiffly stood and walked into the bedroom, followed close behind by Severus. As soon as the door closed he sank to his knees, tears already streaming down his face. He immediately set his wand aside on the table near the door as he always did upon entering the room, ready for his Master to take up should he feel the need to discipline him or simply remove the privilege of having a wand. Discipline was almost always done using his wand rather than his Master’s as an added lesson against misbehavior. With the amount of wandless magic that Dorian was capable of, giving up his wand was more of a symbolic gesture than anything else, but he still did it. \"I don’t know what to do, Master,\" he whimpered.

Severus sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew that he had been hurting Dorian by his insistent demands that he remain here in safety but he had forgotten how hard the situation must be for the young man. Dorian was fighting against every impulse to disagree with him, especially in public as he needed to do to maintain his persona as the Black Prince. He cursed himself lightly and sat down in his chair. \"Come over here, pet.\" Dorian slowly inched toward his Master, concerned about what would happen for his disobedience. He knew that his Master wouldn’t punish him beyond what he could take and what he deserved but he was still nervous. \"Come here,\" Severus ordered firmly. Dorian quickly moved to his side, kneeling once again.

\"Look at me,\" Severus said quietly but in a way that left no room to disobey. Dorian hesitantly met his eyes. \"I am not fighting you on this to hurt you. It scares me to think of you back in that man’s presence on a daily basis. You would be forced to put up a façade every hour of every day. Not only that but you would be forced to miss the vast majority of the Death Eater meetings—something that I do not believe to be a good idea for a new leader. The soldiers may revolt if they never see you or feel your influence.\"

Dorian nodded miserably. His Master was right. Severus reached out and grasped his chin, forcing him to meet his eyes once more. \"I do not disagree with you though that the children need to learn the truth. There are other ways for you to do that though. Could you not open a shop in Hogsmeade, giving you close access to the students without being on Hogwarts property? Dumbledore is expanding the children’s time in Hogsmeade given the relative peace of the last few years. All levels can now go on weekends and the upper levels can go any day of the week, provided they are back by eight p.m.\"

Dorian looked interested at this revelation. \"Why didn’t you tell me that before?\"

Severus sighed. \"I tried but everyone was so eager to get you back into Hogwarts that no one would listen.\"

\"I’m sorry, Master,\" Dorian said miserably.

Severus lightly ran his fingers through his sub’s hair. \"You need to let me take care of you, pet. It’s what I do. Please trust me to look out for your best interests. If you don’t understand what I tell you then ask me about it, don’t just refuse to do it. You chose me for your Master for a reason…let me take care of you.\"

Dorian quietly cried. His emotions were all over the place still after a month of starvation followed by the excitement of the past week. This was the second time in a matter of days that his Master had to remind him to trust him. He heard his Master sigh and shift over, suddenly picking him up from the ground and placing him in his lap. Dorian looked up, startled with the sudden movement and the unexpected treat of sitting in his Master’s lap in spite of his recent behavior.

\"I am not upset with you, pet. I know that you have had an incredibly stressful few months. I already told you that I wasn’t mad with you about your earlier secrets. I am not angry with you now, merely frustrated. I understand though that it will take us some time to come to terms with how our relationship has changed.\"

Dorian once again looked down, forlorn. He had been the one who had messed up their relationship.

Severus decided to deal with this a different way as his words were clearly not fixing the situation. He slowly started pulling his sub’s robes off, revealing his completely naked form rather than the expected trousers and a shirt. He smiled softly and shook his head. Dorian always tried to avoid clothes as much as possible. He shouldn’t be surprised that the boy had gone starkers under his robe, even for an important meeting with the Dark Lord. He slowly ran his hand up Dorian’s tanned back, reveling in the silky skin. Dorian looked up in shock when he finally registered the fact that he was naked.

Severus tugged on his hair roughly, pulling his head to the side and baring some delightfully golden skin. He licked and nipped his way up to his earlobe, drawing it in between his teeth, smirking when the telltale purring began. Dorian swung his leg over his Master’s hips, straddling him and rubbing his already hard cock against Severus’ answering hardness. Severus allowed him to grind against him, reaching for one of the many bottles of lubricant that were stashed around their room. He reached behind the smaller boy, running his fingers along his cleft, making Dorian shudder in delight.

One long finger slowly entered him and Dorian tried to both buck back to force it deeper and push forward for the delightful friction from his Master’s pants and hard cock. He whined softly in need, not knowing what he wanted anymore. Severus made the decision for him, pushing a second finger into him quickly and stretching him hastily. Dorian finally managed to undo his Master’s trousers and had pulled out his hard member, salivating at the sight of the thick hardness.

Severus could wait no longer and he lifted his pet and swung him around so that his back was against his chest. He entered him in one hard push, dragging a delighted but pained yelp from Dorian. This time when Severus paused for a moment to allow Dorian to adjust he didn’t fight him and remained still. At his slight movement though moments later Severus helped to lift him up until he had nearly withdrawn and then he roughly impaled him again, pulling a loud moan from the smaller young man as he continued to take him roughly.

The two lovers joined without words, no longer needing to use words to communicate while making love. Each knew what the other needed without any need to ask or tell. The two men moved together easily, sensitive points already long since mapped out, personal preferences long since learned and mastered.

Severus felt his orgasm rapidly approaching and he once again withdrew completely and then pulled Dorian almost violently back onto his prick, burying himself balls deep in his lover, humping deeply into him aggressively as he squeezed Dorian’s prick brutally. Dorian came immediately, bucking back against his Master mindlessly as he peaked. He collapsed back into his Master’s arms, panting. Neither said anything, not wishing to break the moment.

Remus tapped lightly on the door once he could smell that they were done. He knew that his cub would be utterly humiliated to know that his senses were strong enough for him to tell from a room away through a closed door the exact moment that they were finished so he tried to refrain from ever mentioning it. It was his sense of smell actually that had first told him that the two were together. He had been pleased by the revelation, knowing that his cub needed someone like Severus to keep him satiated and in line. Severus pulled his trousers closed and quickly buttoned them again, walking over to the door.

Dorian didn’t bother to get up and dress, quite content to remain as he was. Incubi were notorious for their indifference about nudity and their general loathing of clothes. Remus had discovered his cub’s dislike for clothing a few years ago and, after a few awkward months, had long since gotten over seeing him lounge around naked. His father had been the same, although he tolerated clothing a bit better than Dorian. As a werewolf he too was comfortable with nudity, at least more so than most humans who would have been appalled at the situation.

He walked into the room and sat down on the chair next to the one that Dorian was currently sprawled out in. \"Feel better?\"

\"Much,\" Dorian said happily, still purring quietly.

\"Your issues are resolved?\" he said, turning for the answer to Severus who was standing behind his sub’s chair, learning on the back.

Severus nodded. \"All is well. I explained my point and he understands now.\"

\"We should get back out to the others or else they’ll come in here,\" Remus reminded his cub gently.

Dorian pouted for a moment but did not fight when his Master pulled him upright and started putting his robes back on. He sighed heavily but accepted the fact that while Voldemort might not mind conducting a meeting with him unclothed Lucius was probably not ready for that yet. He tugged at the material irritably and then stood, ready to go back to the meeting. Severus silently passed him his wand, which Dorian quickly slid into his robes. He paused for a moment at the door and cleared his expression some, although it was impossible to do so as fully as he usually did, so soon after feeding.

He walked gracefully into his sitting room, nodding at Voldemort and Lucius. Voldemort and Lucius exchanged a quick glance. It was clear that the young man had just been thoroughly shagged. The two men had been quietly discussing the mysterious relationship after Remus had disappeared into the room as well. Normally Voldemort wouldn’t discuss such things with a follower, however highly ranked, but Lucius was his closest friend apart from Severus and he tended to treat them both more as friends than as soldiers. It was also clear that a bit of sex had calmed the two down considerably as they were no longer glaring daggers at each other.

\"Sorry to keep you waiting, gentlemen.\" He sat on his chair again and waited for Severus and Remus to be seated before beginning. \"Severus informed me of some new policies that Dumbledore intends to begin in the upcoming school year. He will be allowing all upper class students to go to Hogsmeade any day of the week so long as they return to the castle by eight and the lower years including the first years may go on weekends with the same restrictions on curfew. These privileges will stay in effect as long as the Death Eaters are relatively quiet.

\"As such, Severus suggested that a safer measure might be to open a shop in Hogsmeade, giving me access to both the students and the townspeople. Better still though, I would have free reign to leave when I need to go to meetings and to leave to go to other areas to work on spreading our message. I believe that we all know that Tom is not quite as diplomatic as we may need to be so it would probably be prudent for me to still serve as our main liaison with the world at large, although I also wish for our elite members to be doing likewise.\"

\"Well, the idea has merit,\" Voldemort said slowly. \"What type of shop would you run?\"

\"I’m not sure. We need to be careful to have it appear to be relatively innocuous to Dumbledore while drawing in the students. It can’t be any sort of shop that the students would enter, buy what they need and then leave quickly. The whole point is that they stay behind and talk to me. Do you have any ideas?\"

\"Quidditch?\" Remus suggested.

\"Artifacts?\" Lucius put in.

\"A book store?\" Severus suggested.

\"I honestly have no idea,\" Voldemort said when they turned to him. \"All of those suggestions have merits but they also have very serious drawbacks. We’ll need to think carefully on this.\"

\"It could always be a pub or a restaurant instead of a store, as such,\" Dorian put in helpfully.

Everyone perked up at this statement. \"Let’s think on it for a week or so before deciding.\"

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A/N: er…anyone have any ideas about a type of shop/restaurant? I’ve written a chapter in which they discuss some ideas but I haven’t made up my mind yet. I am definitely open to suggestion. Thanks for all of the wonderful reviews, and I’m sorry I haven’t been updating more regularly. I’m trying!