Title: Do Not Speak Against The Sun

Main Pairing: Tom Riddle/Harry Potter
Genre: Fantasy, Romance
Length: Multi-chaptered
Warning/s: manipulative!harry, disregard to morals, questionable views of main characters, harry is NOT nice (like, he might even be "worst" than Tom), mentioned mpreg
Summary: "That's Tom Riddle, the genius fighter and tactician!" "Riddle? Isn't he a Gaunt?" "Yeah well, he's a bastard isn't he? And the only reason he's in the palace is because of our queen and his brother, Harrison Gaunt!"

A/N: AU that's ROUGHLY inspired by the TV series Game of Thrones, manipulative!harry—I cannot stress this enough (so nope, we don't see sweet and naive harry bc i need more independent!harry fics), and Tom may seem a bit more mellow (he's still evil-ish but not quite Voldemort evil-ish YET) here, incest somewhere whelp

And yes, I know Merope is Morfin's sister and Marvolo's daughter but for this story, I'm making her Marvolo's sister.

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PROLOGUE

There was an old folklore told throughout generations about the Sun and how it created the entire world that was seen until this day. Contrary to expectations, the sun had no desire to rule over the lands but it was he who decided on the succession of rulers. No one had truly caught a glimpse of him except the rulers he chose.

He catered to everyone to the best of his abilities. When the people asked for something, he gave it. When the people complained about something, he fixed it. When the people demanded for more, he made it a point to give more.

The sun blessed the entire land but showed the most favor to those that he hand-picked to become the leader. It was said that he treasured those rulers and ensured that they were taken care of and that their place in the throne would always be rightfully theirs.

He asked nothing in return except for the obedience to his one order:

Adversus solem ne loquitor.

Do not speak against the sun.

Nobody was to slander his name and he shall continue blessing them.

And then that incident occurred and everything went into shambles.

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"Rose!"

A shout resounded through the grand halls of the Weasley estate. There was a muffled giggle heard as a response to this and a little girl, perhaps between the ages of five and six quickly opened another door leading to another unknown passage.

"Rose! Where are you?"

Light pink with lavender hue dress swept across the intersection of halls as hurried footsteps echoed in the empty halls. The owner of the dress muttered darkly under her breathe and mentally blamed the Weasley genes for the insufferable mischief maker in the form of her daughter.

She heard a clutter from behind her and promptly stopped. A childish giggle was heard next and another cluttering sound (perhaps some antique things that fell from the shelf inside the room).

"Oh, Rose, honey come out already. I know you're in there."

For a few seconds nothing happened and as she was about to open the door herself, a small blur came busting out of aforementioned room and attached itself to the flowing dress of the lady.

"Mommy!"

Hermione chuckled lightly at the exuberant energy her daughter possessed and proceeded to kneel in front of the child. She frowned lightly at the messy hair the child sported and brushed it with her fingers as a compensation.

"Honey, what have I told you about going around the estate and entering all those unknown passages?"

"But moooom! I think I may have found another passage that leads to the Astronomy tower!"

"What have I told you about going around the estate and entering all those unknown passages?" Hermione repeated in a stern voice.

The child seemed to deflate a bit and looked down on the floor.

"Rose," Hermione sighed in an exasperated tone, "We've been through this so many times already. What if you end up being trapped in one of those passages and since no one else knows about it, how can we save you?"

"I can shout," was the whispered response.

"And if it was an underground passage?"

"I always find a way out."

"And if you don't?"

There was a few moments of silence before the little girl shyly peeked at her mother through her bangs and said, "Mommy would always find me."

Hermione resisted the urge to cuddle her daughter in favor for a stern face.

"And if that passage lead to the Wastes?"

The child gasped in horror and clung to her mother in an almost desperate manner. Hot tears started flowing from her eyes and trickled down her chubby cheeks at the thought of being trapped in the Wastes.

Late night stories from the twins made their way back in her mind and she shuddered in fright. She didn't want to ever see that place much less fall through it. Oh yes, she knew of all those nightmarish stories-from the entrapped soul that would float for eternity in the Wastes to be tormented down to the fate of the physical body left behind in this plane.

"Oh, honey, please don't cry. I didn't mean to frighten you."

"What's happening here?"

A new voice entered the scene and in came the plump figure of the Weasley Matron.

"I seemed to have scared Rose in the process of scolding her about the unknown passages in the estate," replied Hermione as she hugged her daughter tightly and ran her hand through the semi-bushy hair of the child.

"Oh, dear, Rose, your mother is just being worried, you know that, right?"

A few more sniffles were heard before a small voice spoke up, "Yes, I know. I'm sorry, mommy. I'm sorry grandmother."

"That's quite alright dear, now c'mon you two, the king's entourage has been sighted."

Hermione picked up Rose and let themselves be ushered towards the estate entrance. She lowered here daughter and kissed the forehead of her other child.

"Rose, stay with Hugo, okay?"

With a slight nod from both children, she quickly pecked her husband's cheek and stood behind him.

"Where have you been?" Ron asked.

"I found Rose shuffling around the passages again. At this rate, she's bound to make a whole new map of the estate with all the secret passages she's been finding," Hermione replied.

There were snickers from the twins and Hermione shot them a dark look.

"Maybe you could try giving Rose a good influence for once."

Fred dramatically clutched his chest and moaned pathetically.

"You hurt our chivalrous hearts, my lady."

Hermione scoffed.

"Are they here yet?" asked Hugo as he tried straining his neck to get a better look at the vast expanse of land beyond the gates of the Weasley estate.

"Percy sent an owl just a few minutes back stating that they've crossed the bridge already," responded the youngest child and only daughter, Ginny Weasley.

"They must be near then," joined Charlie.

"I'm so excited!" giggled Rose, who seemed to have completely forgotten her crying escapade moments before in favor for her exuberance with meeting the royalties.

"Yes, yes. But don't forget your manners when you greet them, alright?" Hermione gently chided.

"Is the new king nicer than the previous one?" asked Hugo.

The adults traded uncomfortable looks before the head of the family answered, "King Marvolo isn't a bad king, Hugo. And his successor, King Morfin isn't a bad king either," he paused for a few moments as if struggling to find the right words, "They just have some set of ideals and beliefs that are questionable."

Ginny snorted, "That's putting it lightly, don't you think? If they can have it their way, they'd approve of the slavery of all Muggles."

"Yeah, but you better watch it Gin, you don't want the wrong people to hear that comment or it's off with your head, dear sister," responded George.

"But it is true! The Gaunts are pure blood supremacists much like those Malfoys; only they're worst than any of the Seven because they'd rather keep all the power within themselves to the point that they had the Crown Prince marry his own brother," persisted Ginny.

"What eez wrong with eet? Ze current queen iz a Carrier, after all," questioned a beautiful blonde woman.

Ginny turned to her in a hasty manner and scrunched up her face. Before she could respond, however, somebody beat her to it.

"But they're full blooded siblings, darling," came an elder lady's voice, "The Gaunts had always been such a scandalous family. King Marvolo married his own sister, Queen Merope and now, King Morfin is married with his own brother; honestly, all those extreme inbreeding. And you have heard, have you not?" This time, she whispered conspiringly as if she were imparting the biggest secret of the century, "Of the three Gaunt siblings, the youngest is actually a bastard."

There were surprised gasps from the other people within the vicinity and the bearer of the news looked smug at the attention she was getting.

"That is enough, Aunt Muriel," stated Molly Weasley.

But the crowd would have none of it.

"So you're saying that the third child is not of King Marvolo's blood? He is not a Gaunt?"

"Oh, he has the Gaunt blood, alright. He's from the previous queen Merope, yes. But do you remember the issue of Queen Merope disappearing for five years? Ohh, yes, it seems she had sired a child from a non-Seven," continued the old lady.

"A non-seven?!"

"What? That is preposterous!"

"I've heard of that scandal before!"

"SILENCE!"

A hush quietness suddenly prevailed within the crowd of spectators as Arthur Weasley finally put his foot down.

"We will not talk about the supposed scandals of the Gaunt Family. We will not receive them with negative rumors. What we will do is that we will welcome them with our most hospitable selves for no matter what choices that family has made, you must remember two things. First, they are the ruling family. They are our monarchs and they create and are above the law. We are all mere insignificant bugs that can be easily crushed by them if they will it so. And second, most importantly, the Gaunts are part of the Great Seven; and that is something you can never question."

There was a tense silence among the people as they digested the aristocrat's words.

"Father, if I may?"

Arthur looked at his eldest son and gave a tight nod.

"One's parentage won't necessarily demean the ingenuity of a person. The third Gaunt is this realm's best fighter and tactician-he is the primary reason why the Gaunts have not fallen from their thrones yet. He is a great friend of mine," Bill looked at all the people and felt his wife's fingers tighten around his arms as a silent support, "And I do not appreciate people who'll talk behind his back."

"Well said, my son. Well said," agreed the Weasley head.

"Speaking of the Gaunt siblings, I heard that the queen is beauty," whispered Molly from her husband's side.

There was a bark of laughter from the twins' side at that comment.

"That's putting it lightly, mother," chuckled Fred.

"Percy spent five pages describing the queen's beauty in his letters, after all," chimed George.

"If even perfect-"

"-ly asshole-"

"Percy was enamored by him,"

"And if this is the same Percy we're talking about,"

"Who cares for nothing but his position and status in the Capital,"

"Then simply stating that the queen is a beauty,"

"Is the understatement of the century!" the twins finished together.

"I miss Uncle Percy," Hugo suddenly stated.

The twins gave him an aghast look before kneeling down on his sides.

"Why would you miss that stuck-up prick-"

"George!" cried Hermione.

"When the two best uncles are here?"

The two proceeded to tickle the young boy and the tension that prevailed before dissipated completely with the change of topic.

"Oh, is that an owl?" someone asked.

All the attention was shifted to the hovering owl that circled the plaza before landing on the post beside the Weasley family. The animal hooted at the head aristocrat before puffing its chest out and the crowd gasped as the Gaunt royal seal shimmered under the sun from the owl's neck.

Hooves resounded from a few meters from the gates and after a few more seconds, knights in horses entered the estate. A trumpet being played echoed through the grounds and a middle aged knight started speaking.

"Presenting the Royal House of Gaunt!"

All the townspeople as well as the entire Weasley clan was on their knees in an instant. A brown stallion galloped near the Weasleys and the rider slowly took off his head gear and looked at the welcoming family.

"His Highness and Head of House, King Morfin Marvolo Gaunt!"

The king alighted from his horse and walked over to Arthur. His cape swished from side to side with each step and his features were highlighted with the confident poise he had. His black hair appeared to glow under the rays of the sun and his equally dark eyes swept over the townsfolk and barely kept a sneer from forming in his face.

"Arthur Weasley," he greeted in a flat tone, "Rise."

"Your Highness," the older man greeted back and flashed the king a smile as he straightened his robes.

Morfin gave a slight smirk in response and turned his attention to the incoming carriage and the pure black stallion that accompanied it. The rider of aforementioned stallion took off his head gear and gracefully alighted.

There were hushed murmurs that ran in the crowd at the sight of the rider's handsome face and impeccable looks. His ebony black hair had some wavy curls at the tips and his high cheekbones furthered his sharp features. He had stormy dark eyes and the color was of the blue hue that bordered from extremely dark blue to black.

He had the same aristocratic aura as the king but whilst the king had his mixed with madness and cruelty, the young rider had power and a tinge of something unknown that sent shivers to anyone in the vicinity.

The young man opened the golden carriage and out came a little boy perhaps around the same age as the youngest members of the Weasley clan. Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the tiny squeal of Rose from her side.

"The Crown Prince, Salazar Gale Gaunt!"

The little boy was aided by the young rider in alighting the carriage and the latter was rewarded by a grateful smile with the action. The handsome man tilted his head slightly in response and refocused his eyes inside the carriage.

"The Queen and House Matron of the Gaunt, Harrison James Gaunt!"

There was a prevalent awed gasp from everybody as a figure finally emerged from the carriage. The handsome rider bowed waist down before holding out his hand and delicate looking fingers took the offered help.

The queen brushed off imaginary dusts from his black royal robes that were lined with golden seams. He gently connected his arms with the rider's own and held hands with the crown prince in his right.

The trio walked towards the king and the Weasleys with definite grace in their steps. Upon nearing, the king maneuvered the hands of the queen that was connected with the handsome man to be transferred to his.

"My queen and beloved," he reintroduced with his own arms wrapped in the former's waist as if to mark his claim and territory. The other was either used to such action or didn't care that much for he ignored his husband and held out his right hand to the Weasley patriarch.

"Greetings, your highness," Arthur bowed before taking the queen's offered hand and kissing the back of it as per the tradition.

"Pleasure," came the curt reply from the queen and it was only then that the rest of the clan and the town finally stood up and got a better look at the carrier monarch in front of them.

Arthur finally understood the reason for his third son's apparent awe to the beauty before him. Truth to be told, he looked nothing like the Gaunts and it was only his black hair that seemed to identify him as one, for the rest of his features were far too soft for his lineage.

His emerald green eyes were the highlight of his cherubic face and outshone the red lips and fair cheeks he owned. Said eyes looked at the rest of the Weasley House and lingered a bit on the eldest before giving a small smile to the children.

"This is my wife, Molly," introduced Arthur as the elder matron gave a curtsy, "and our children from the eldest to the youngest-Bill together with his wife, Fleur Delacour," Morfin gave them an approving sort of nod, "Charlie; the twins, Fred and George; our youngest son, Ron together with his wife, Hermione Granger," Morfin barely halted the snort that threatened to come out, "our only daughter, Ginny; and well, our third child had been with your company in the Capital for some months now."

"Percy Weasley, is it not?" the queen softly inquired as he waved in the general direction of the owner of the name.

"Indeed, my queen," responded Arthur. All the way at the other side, Percy looked smug at being remembered by a royalty.

"Introductions are done now, isn't it?" King Morfin stated.

"Ah, yes, yes. We welcome you to our humble abode," replied Arthur and was about to turn in order to direct them inside the estate when the queen's voice stopped him.

"I believe that you have all not been introduced to our other sibling," with that, he slipped away from his husband's arms and gently touched the handsome rider from before's biceps.

"This is Tom Marvolo Riddle, second heir to the throne and Midgard's best fighter and tactician."

The man dipped his head slightly in a form of greeting and the slight twitch in his lips was the only hint of a smile that formed in his face.

"Yes, now it's finally done. Let us enter now, shall we?" the king ground out in an impatient tone and grabbed the Carrier back into his arms.

Sensing some sort of tension hanging in the air, both Arthur and Molly directed the entourage inside the estate whilst showcasing some of the popular landmarks of the place such as The Wall and the Astronomy Tower.

All the while, King Morfin did not relent his tight grip on his queen.

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Notes:

This has been on my mind for 45362719 years already and I just needed to let it out. I kinda need a beta (*looks at grammar and laughs nervously*), so if you're willing, please tell me and I will love you forever and ever! This is actually more of a teaser than a Prologue but I will be basing if I shall write more on the response huehuehue