Of Lies and Deceit and Hidden Personas

by Jessiikaa15

Everything changes the summer of 5th year when a mere letter causes Harry's magic to react wildly and he finds out that Dumbledore has been controlling him and his friends a lot more than first thought. With the truth revealed to him, Harry shows everyone he isn't the Gryffindor Golden Boy everyone thinks he is and he isn't the only the one with masks. DarkEvilTrio! SLASH

49. Chapter 49

A/N: Hello, everyone. I know, what can I say, I done gone fucked up and you lot have paid the price. However, I am back, and I bring a looooooong chapter to say sorry for the delay. I really hope you like it and I promise to do my best to keep this fic updated!

Warning: Slash, mentions of violence and language – you know, the usual.

Disclaimer: You know I'm not J.K but this plot is mine.

Chapter 49:

Cooking, Harry decided, could be very soothing when he was doing it of his own accord. He had decided that it would be beneficial to get all of the Malfoy ball food done and ready as soon as possible, because he would hate to be in a rush later. That and he noticed Luna had taken his timeturner so he couldn't use it anymore. It was her way of ensuring he wasn't overdoing it for the remainder of the holidays. He wasn't too worried, if he needed it she would give it back to him in an instant so he was content to living just the one day.

The House Elves, bless them, were a wonder to work with. Harry showed them the things he was making and they helped prepare the all of the ingredients and spelled them with preservation charms so they would be completely fresh and hot for the evening. Harry loved House Elf magic! He did deserts first because both the cheesecake and the panna cotta had to set, and he made all three of the sorbets at the same time for the same reason. Once they were setting, Harry moved on to fish and main courses, using the elves to help keep everything clear so he had room to move and knew where everything was. The starter he was making was simple so that and the crystallised fruits and nuts were last.

Harry made sure to show the elves how everything was supposed to be presented on the plates and they made little work at created identical dishes to the ones Harry showed them. He thanked them profusely for their help and retreated from their domain so they could work on the other starters, the vegetarian options and the other main. Harry was shocked to see he was late to lunch, amazed that the elves managed to get anything done while he was there making their workroom look like a battle ground. He headed straight to the dining room, kissing Tom's cheek and offering Narcissa a sheepish grin to her raised eyebrow.

"Sorry for being late, I've just finished all of the dishes for this evening." He explained as he helped himself to food, and she blinked in surprise.

"Really? Already?"

"Yeah, I got up very early and your elves are very good." Harry said.

"I still cannot thank you enough for this, Harry." She told him seriously and Harry smiled.

"You are very welcome."

"How come you didn't use your turner to sleep and cook?" Draco wondered.

"Luna took it off me," Harry shrugged, "No doubt she isn't pleased that I've been using it in the holidays in the first place."

"That's true, she did warn you." Draco remembered with a grin.

"Lucius, Cissa, I never did remember to ask." Harry said suddenly, "Is it ok if I bring a few of mine to the pre-meeting this evening?"

"Of course, Harry." Narcissa replied warmly.

"Yes, the wards will be changed for this evening anyway so they will have no issue in arriving." Lucius confirmed.

"Thank you. It will only be Ron, Hermione and Luna as the others either don't need to be here or cannot attend." Harry told them.

"Tonight is definitely going to be interesting." Draco mused, "Normally, after the final ball things cool off for the new year, but I cannot see that happening this year."

"No, if anything it will become tenser." Lucius agreed, "This is the final evening for everyone to gather as much information as possible before the Wizengamot session."

"It's going to be fantastic." Harry said with enthusiasm.

"You would say that." Tom commented amused.

"You cannot say you are not looking forward to it." Harry pointed out, "Besides, given the position of the ball, people's actions will be different. As Lucius said, it is the final evening for people to gather information, they're going to be almost desperate."

"Which will lead to mistakes." Tom finished, "Yes, you are correct."

"And then we have to wait." Harry sighed, "I hate waiting."

"I'd rather be in wait for the Wizengamot then having to rush around planning something last minute." Draco disputed.

"Ok, I can partially agree to that." Harry allowed, "But I have always thought better on my feet."

"That is a disgusting understatement." Tom scoffed, "You pull stunts out of thin air when put on the spot."

Harry grinned.

"Just think, all of those times were under numerous blocks and potions."

"I almost don't want to witness." Tom stated and Harry laughed.

"That's just an outright lie." Harry said with a grin, "Still, I don't intend to get in to any situations that need me to think on my feet."

"That's your issue, you never do." Draco complained and Harry pouted.

"That's not true."

"Really? So you planned to battle the eighteen aurors and wolf hunters, did you?" The blond wondered dryly.

"…Well no."

"Did you plan on getting blasted by the WPP when going to get Ellen?"

"…No,"

"And that is just in the past couple of months." Draco pointed out, "Do you need me to go through all the other situations."

"No, they were under Dumbledore."

"Which means you definitely didn't intend to be in the situations." Draco countered, smirking when Harry glowered.

"You know what, I don't have to deal with this kind of abuse." Harry declared, rising to his feet, "I'm going to send the girls their gowns."

"Tactical retreat," Draco called after him laughingly, ducking when Harry sent a stinging hex at his face. The dark haired teen grinned at Draco's yelp, shadowing to his rooms so he could grab the dressed and quickly stick a note on each bag to indicate owners. Once that was one, he called for Dobby to send them over to the girls.

I'm sending over your dress with Dobby, Paws. Can you get to Malfoy Manor for say 5ish? He asked both Paws and Swift.

Sure. Do we need anything? Swift replied.

No, just yourselves.

Thanks, Snake, it's beautiful as always. Paws said to him, Would you like me to bring Luna?

Yeah, if you will. It's only going to be us three and her. Bleach is already going to be here, and we don't need anyone else to come. Harry responded.

I almost want to bring Neville, just for Snape's reaction. Swift sighed and Harry smirked slightly, thinking of said reaction.

Fuck it, see if he wants to come. Harry decided, It'll be hilarious.

Is that wise with the Lestranges present? Paws wondered, her tone concerned.

Nev knows what he got in to. Harry pointed out.

Besides, Badger works well with Bastan when he comes to use the library in the Gryffindor rooms. Swift added.

True. I suppose it helps to know that the attack wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for Dumbledore and his false prophecy. Paws mused, Ok, we'll be there.

Yeah, see ya, Snake. Swift agreed.

Bye guys.

Harry shook his head bringing himself back in to focus. His elf popped back in with his own robes for the evening and Harry took them out to see. At first he was a bit confused, but he managed to get everything on in what looked to be the correct places and looked in to the mirror. Harry adored Luna. There was never any question of this, of course, but if it wasn't apparent before then he was a million percent certain of it now. Her choice of outfit for him for the Malfoy ball was the most perfect thing he had ever seen.

She had given him a dark silver full bodysuit which was made from either snake or dragon scales that looked almost liquid-like as he moved and was basically painted to his body – though he thanked magic for protecting his manhood for the amount of extra tight clothing he owned. On top of that, she had given him a formfitting silver-blue sleeveless battle robe, with had shined platinum armour shoulder pads decorated with diamonds and was designed with layers of material and leather overlapping as it came to the waist with gleaming buckles before it fell to his feet. There were two splits from waist to floor going down the front of his legs showing off knee length boots with dulled silver buckles and the dark sliver bodysuit covering the top of his legs. It kept within the winter theme of the ball being it was silver and blue and glistening, yet it stood out and was very much him.

Harry sighed, carefully taking off the robe and rehanging it, the ball was hours away and he had wanted to try it on because he had no idea how the robe even worked having never seen anything like it before in his life; he shouldn't have worried. He did, however, have a particular liking to the body suit and decided to keep it on for now. Harry went to find Tom to brag about his robes, grabbing a shirt to sling on so he looked like he was wearing a full outfit; he absently noticed that it was one of Tom's shirts he had chosen. He walked through the corridors feeling the air of anticipation surrounding him, the elite were arriving early as they would all be in attendance tonight so the manor felt tenser and Harry couldn't wait until his friends arrived. When he didn't find Tom in the library, he rolled his eyes and shadowed to the man's side, sighing when he stepped out in Tom's study.

"Honestly, you complain about my workload." Harry said to him, making Tom glance up and almost choke on his sharply indrawn breath. Was Harry ever going to appear unattractive to him, or in the very least not want to make him instantly fuck him against the nearest possible surface? He hadn't seen the teen in silver before, but he could happily see him in it again. And again. And again. His trousers could have been painted on him and the boots clung to his legs, and if that wasn't enough he was wearing one of Tom's own black shirts with a button left open to tease him with a flash of pale skin. Harry did it on purpose, Tom swore he did.

"What in Merlin's name are you wearing?" Tom demanded and Harry grinned, giving a simple twirl to show himself off; Tom was not complaining.

"I came to brag about my robes." Harry told him, not noticing Tom's reaction, "The trousers aren't actually trousers, they're part of a bodysuit."

Harry undone the shirt to illustrate his point and Tom had to fight to control his reaction to merely clenching his jaw instead of pinning Harry against the nicely placed desk to his right.

"It's the base piece to my robes this evening so-,"

"No," Tom cut him off sharply, the word spilling from his lips before he had a conscious thought of it.

"You don't like it?" Harry wondered, with a displeased twist of his lips.

"On you, in public? Absolutely not." Tom stated. Anger and possessiveness licked at his insides at the thought of anyone seeing Harry like this, he would have to burn the image out of all of their minds and then blind them so it couldn't happen again. Harry smiled brightly at that, slinking over and straddling Tom's lap easily, pressing a chaste kiss to the man's lips as he rested his hands on Tom's chest.

"The over robe is floor length." Harry assured him.

"Hm,"

Tom's hands were traveling along his thighs, over his ass and up his hips and the soft brushes were making his shudder slightly.

"Can I assume that you like it?" Harry asked him lightly, and Tom eyed him appreciatively.

"Very much so," Tom couldn't help but reach up and push the shirt off of Harry's shoulders, leaving him in the bodysuit alone. The Dark Lord drank in the sight, the silver made Harry's skin glow and suit seemed to purposely highlight the great shape Harry kept himself in. He wanted to peel the suit off, revealing the clear skin underneath waiting to be marked by him, he wanted to taste him, to feel every part of him, and above all he wanted to fuck his teen and hear him scream his name. Tom brushed their lips together lightly, pulling the teen closer to him.

"If you do not want your new bodysuit ruined I would remove it now." Tom's voice was low, husky and Harry's breathing shuddered, "Because the limit of my control is very nearly up and that desk is so conveniently placed."

Harry's eyes went very dark and he pressed a slow, deep kiss to Tom's lips before pulling himself away and rising to his feet. He felt Tom's magic flare, wrapping the office in locking and silencing wards with ease and Harry smirked, stepping back a few paces. With painstakingly slow movements, Harry unzipped the hidden opening on the suit and began peeling it off of his body, very aware of Tom's burning gaze. When the suit hit the ground, Harry waved his hand and banished it back to his room and shot Tom a coy look as he moved over to the aforementioned desk. Before he was half way there, Tom had his arms wrapped around him and captured him in a demanding kiss leaving Harry gripping his shoulders for support as he was lifted on to the desk. Tom's clothes vanished and the sudden skin-on-skin contact made Harry gasp, his head falling back allowing Tom to attack his neck with vigour, following his body down to his collar before focussing his attention on his nipples.

"Tom, Tom, I want – I need-," Harry moaned, whimpering slightly as Tom's teeth grazed his nipple. The older man flashed him a smirk, drawing Harry in to a slow kiss as his magic prepared him. Tom hooked Harry's leg over his shoulder and pushed in with one swift motion, swallowing down Harry's low moan. Tom drew out and thrust back in slowly, setting an almost languid pace and relishing in every sound and every half formed sentence that escaped his younger lover. He tried to keep the pace set, a small retaliation for Harry's constant teasing, but his self-control was never great when it came to his teen and it wasn't long before his thrusts came faster and harder. He angled himself so he hit that spot that had Harry shout out loudly, demanding more that Tom was only too happy to give. Tom wrapped the hand that wasn't gripping Harry's hip around the teen's weeping cock and stroked at the same time he hit that spot again, causing Harry to arch up cry Tom's name. Harry's body was on fire, Tom's actions sending waves of pleasure shooting through his body making him writhe as his release built within him. Heat pooled in his stomach, building and burning bright until the dam burst and his whole body tensed as he came. Tom fucked him through it, chasing his own release and it only took half a dozen more thrusts before he was filling his lover. He slid Harry's leg from his shoulder as he pulled out and cleaned them with a wave of his hand, pulling the somewhat boneless teen up in to a sitting position so he could kiss him.

"So the bodysuit has your approval?" Harry murmured, a slight grin coming to his face as he regained his bearings.

"You need one in green." Tom replied with a smirk.

"You're terrible." Harry laughed, "I'll have Luna get me one."

Harry summoned the shirt he had worn down and donned it, leaving two buttons open and watching as Tom redressed. Harry slipped off the desk and wandered over to the bookcase (glad that Tom's shirt was enough to cover him), scanning the books and grabbing one to read, planting himself down on Tom's couch with his legs crossed.

"You cannot be thinking of staying here like that." Tom said, retaking his own seat.

"I did have a bodysuit on, apparently that's is no longer a viable option." Harry pointed out, smirking over his book as Tom huffed. "Besides, I got up so early this morning that I've actually got nothing to do until the elite and mine get here."

"You are a menace."

"Thanks,"

They fell in to a comfortable silence as they read, passing the time simply until the evening. Harry was so in to his book adapting Household charms in to duelling that he didn't notice Tom's fluctuating emotions until the man threw his book down.

"Tom, what-?" He was cut off as Tom stalked over to him with a glare and easily scooped him up in to his arms bridal style.

"You. Are distracting." Tom stated irritably, sweeping out of the room.

"I was sitting." Harry exclaimed, "I wasn't even making a sound."

"You were sat on my sofa with nothing but my shirt on looking ridiculously attractive." Tom pointed out, "And you expect me to concentrate."

"I tried with clothes and that didn't work out either." Harry defended, pouting.

"Then it is simply your fault for being utterly gorgeous." Tom replied. Harry felt his cheeks warm and buried his face in Tom's neck.

"Damn you," He grumbled, flicking the man when he chuckled. He was placed back on his feet when they were back in their room and Tom kissed him lightly.

"Get changed, the elite have arrived."

"I'll call mine and meet you down there." Harry said, "Won't be long."

He wandered over to the wardrobe as Tom swept from the room, flicking through his clothes there and pulling out a pair of ripped green jeans to throw on until the ball and slipped on his boots. He sent a mental call to Ron and Hermione to let them know the Elite were early and left the room, shadowing down to the entrance hall so his friends could come directly to him. Ron, Luna and Hermione appeared in a swarm of shadows and Harry flashed them a grin.

"Neville said he wanted everyone to lose their minds at the Wizengamot." Ron said with a laugh, "Hermione says he's been exposed to you too much."

Harry laughed.

"The elite have already arrived." Harry told them, leading them down to the main lounge.

"Who's actually here?" Hermione asked.

"All except Nott, I think. Though, I don't know if Dolohov has decided to stay in the field as he isn't attending the ball." Harry answered, "With Bellatrix and Rodolphus here tonight, there's less eyes on the creature watch."

"It would make sense if he stayed out there." Ron agreed, "With our luck, something would happen if he didn't."

"Don't curse it." Luna said, only semi-joking and they shared a laugh.

A low murmur of conversation could be heard as they reached the main lounge and the four of them shared smirks before they walked in. The Death Eaters were sat around their Lord in a rough semi-circle of scattered chairs and sofas and there were a few spots left for Harry and his friends. Unsurprisingly, Tom noticed them first and his eyes trailed slowly up the green eyed teen before he raised an unamused eyebrow.

"You are joking."

Harry blinked bewildered, looking down at himself before back at Tom to ask what was wrong when he noticed the man's eyes flicking back to his legs and going slightly darker. Harry sighed and switched his green jeans to black with a mental note to cancel the colour change later, rolling his eyes fondly as he made his way over to the seat next to him.

"Better?" He questioned, dropping down and throwing his legs over Tom's without a thought.

"Yes. I see your friends arrived." Tom said, directing both their attentions to the group and Harry almost burst out laughing at Snape's look of disbelief and Bellatrix and Rodolphus' look of confusion.

"Ah yes. Bellatrix, Rodolphus, Snape, allow me to introduce my very best friends and sister; Ron, Hermione and Luna."

"Weasley and Granger?" Snape repeated, looking them over with raised eyebrows.

"It's McKinnon and Prewett now, Professor." Hermione replied politely. Snape blinked twice before he sighed heavily through his nose and turned away.

"Of course it's the pair of you. Merlin forbid Potter do anything without you both." He grumbled and Harry did laugh at that.

"Really, Snape, did you expect anything else?" Harry wondered, smirking at the man's unimpressed glance.

"It's Prince for the evening, Potter." Snape snapped and Harry snorted.

"It's Potter-Black for the evening, Prince." He threw back immediately, receiving a narrow-eyes glare for his trouble.

"Are you telling me I've been working with you for at least a month and you failed to mention that you were the secret Lord Prewett and Lady McKinnon?" Rabastan interrupted, looking extremely put out as he turned to Ron and Hermione; the red head smirked at him as Hermione hid her grin.

"Did we forget to mention that?" Ron said lightly, "Huh,"

"You little shit." Rabastan muttered, though his amused grin lessened the insult.

"We were keeping it quiet before the balls because the information couldn't leak out whatsoever, because if, be it rumour of actual information, it got back to Dumbledore we would have been in extreme danger." Hermione explained.

"The reason they are being revealed to you now and not at the ball this evening is because we need to make sure there are no cracks in our united front, and you need be aware that Miss Lovegood is also with us." The Dark Lord told his three unaware elite. "Izar has already created a significant amount of damage."

"What has that fool done, my Lord?" Rodolphus questioned in exasperation.

"Openly disagreed with the trio and then made a blatant claim of disregard to Harry."

"Nott had the audacity to demote the Lord to the House of Black in a dark/neutral ball?" Bellatrix exclaimed in outrage, "How dare he? Especially knowing of the non-political alliances!"

"He has been exceptionally idiotic." Narcissa told her sister, "I really do not understand his behaviour."

"I'm pretty sure he's just a massive prick." Harry stated candidly, "Sorry,"

"Crudely put, but the statement has merit." Lucius agreed, "I did not think he would stoop as low as to directly insult you and be so callous of your family."

"What do you mean?" Rodolphus inquired and Harry gave a mean little smirk.

"Dear Nott thought it was necessary to remind me that my family is dead." Harry answered.

"He actually said those words?" Rabastan said in disbelief and Harry nodded.

"Oh yes, and then he insulted me."

"What in Merlin's name is he thinking?" Bella hissed, "Obviously he knows of the outer alliance – why would he risk that?"

"We actually have no idea what is going through his mind." Ron said.

"No, just that he has unnatural hatred of Harry." Hermione added.

"What did you do?" Snape drawled and Harry scoffed.

"Believe it or not, Prince, I haven't done anything to Nott." Harry stated, "If anyone out of the Elite should be hating me it's Lucius here, because at least we've had past conflict."

"It is true." Lucius agreed, "I cannot remember you actually encountering Izar all that much anyway."

"No, the first time I have ever spoke to him was at your ball in the summer." Harry said thoughtfully, "But surely he couldn't be basing his hatred from that? I mean, he was the one who set that entire conversation up."

"That was the discussion of Umbridge, wasn't it?" Rodolphus remembered, "He called you a liar and you didn't take kindly to it."

"Yes, that's the one." Harry confirmed, making the Lestrange Lord frown.

"I understand what you mean." He said slowly, "To create such a hatred where he goes against our Lord's wishes just from that conversation does seem outlandish."

"I swear, Harry, you need to have someone constantly hating the very air that you breathe or the world isn't spinning." Draco joked, shaking his head mock chidingly and Harry scoffed.

"I thought I was doing well – what with managing to work a system where Prince here doesn't wish my death for blinking, but it seems to have transferred."

The four teenagers snickered at their Professor's unimpressed glower before their attentions turned back to the pre-meeting.

"In all seriousness, we do need to work out what Nott's issues are with Snake." Hermione stated, "This evening is too busy for any course of action, but getting access to Nott shouldn't be difficult."

"No, it shouldn't be, though it will need to be an area where we can create shields just in case." Ron continued. "Snake, it's very unlikely that your presence around him will be of any benefit seeing as he cannot think rationally with you around, and after his almost insult of Paws at the first ball I think it's safe to assume that her presence wouldn't be beneficial either."

"No, it would probably be best if just the pair of us deal with it." Luna agreed, "If we have Bleech and Venom with us, it would be even better. He would be unassuming. After all, he would have seen both of them grow."

"Good, work with Swift and no doubt he will get you a plan together in no time with what you need." Harry said pleased.

"It will be simple enough, Venom and I can use the excuse of seeing Theo while Swift gets Luna in and makes sure neither of them are caught before we have what we need." Draco mused.

"You've lost me." Rodolphus admitted, "What does Miss Lovegood's presence have to do with finding out what's going on with Izar?"

"Don't question it, just understand that she knows and if she doesn't know she will." Lucius told him seriously, making both Bella and Rodolphus blink.

"It's true." Rabastan agreed cheerfully, "Absolutely terrifying, it is, when Luna comes out with a comment that no one should know about."

Luna gave him a sweet smile and he snorted.

"Yeah, I don't buy that anymore."

"Why are you unable to find out tonight?" Bella wondered and Luna frowned slightly.

"It's not a matter of not being able to, it's more of a case of not knowing what I'm looking for. Eyes are everywhere at the ball." She replied and Harry grimaced.

"And the last thing we need is people beginning to question."

"That at we're going to need all eyes on Nott in case he pulls something else." Ron added.

"Is it likely he will?" Narcissa questioned and Harry shrugged.

"You know him better than I do, you tell me."

"Usually, I would disagree and say that Izar would not be so foolish as to go against our Lord, but apparently he already has." Bella said slowly, "So none of us can guess to if he will do anything or not. This would be so much easier if I could just curse him!"

She added the last part in a frustrated huff, Harry snickered as Tom shot her an amused glance.

"Given our lack of understanding regarding Izar's recent behaviour, it is essential that all of us appear united. We do not know the damage his actions within his own ball have caused, and we are at a point where even the slightest waver will cause questions." Tom said firmly, "Tonight is all about the political front, yes, but everyone knows that internal and external politics overlap. With the instability of our world currently, we need to show we are completely ready."

"It won't be difficult, my Lord." Lucius said, "Izar is sat at the head table, we should be able to monitor his actions."

"Thankfully, because of the McKinnon, Prewett and Prince acceptance to the ball, the only people outside of ours at the table is Hadrian and Naomi." Narcissa added, "Astoria is still unwell."

"Which is even better because I am on good terms with Hadrian so it will nullify anything Nott might do." Harry picked up, "I was sat with them at Nott's ball and, from what I was able to deduce, they see Nott's actions as an anomaly from the rest of us."

"Hm, it shouldn't be too bad then." Rodolphus said pleased, only to jump slightly when all of Harry's friends groaned.

"Now you've done it." Ron sighed, rubbing a hand down the side of his face.

"I'll pull out the 'Harry' folder before we get ready tonight," Hermione decided, sounding put-upon.

"I'll see Venom first this evening so I'll make sure he's ready." Draco picked up, "He's good at being seen and yet not."

"I'll need the back-up power, but I can cast my Runes at the drop of a hat." Luna continued.

"What in Merlin's name did I say?" Rodolphus demanded, bewildered.

"And what's the 'Harry' folder?" Rabastan put in.

"I believe they have a rule," Narcissa answered Rodolphus' question with an amused expression, "Not to use rhetorical phrases because the unneeded answer is always bad."

"Especially when it involves Harry." Hermione muttered and the teen in question pouted.

"Which is exactly why we have a folder dedicated to worst case scenarios." Ron said, "It's called the 'Harry's folder because worst cases usually happen around him."

"That sounds reasonable." Snape allowed and Harry groaned.

"Guys, a little slack will you?" Harry complained.

"I said usually didn't I, not all the time." Ron pointed out, smirking at Harry's outraged expression.

"I'm getting verbally attacked today." Harry whined, "First Draco, then Tom, now you lot. Merlin, it's not always me!"

"What have I done?" Tom questioned in disbelief. Harry gave him a deadpan look.

"You blamed me for getting distracted when I was sat in silence."

"You were being distracting!" Tom stated, "And you know exactly how."

"I only got in that state because of you in the first place!" Harry exclaimed.

"Bodysuit." Was the only response that he got and Harry huffed.

"That was Luna!"

"And my shirt?" Tom drawled, smirking at Harry's scowl.

"I hate you."

"I know."

"It is approaching six fifteen." Narcissa interrupted and Harry blinked, looking at her in surprise.

"Really? Already?"

"Yes. The ball is just over an hour away." She confirmed.

"Then let us leave to prepare." Tom decided, "Everyone knows what is expected of them."

Everyone rose and said their temporary goodbyes as they dispersed, Harry waved off his friends and followed Tom up through the manor, coming to a stop outside his room.

"Seeing as you cannot be trusted around my poor bodysuit, I'll get ready here." Harry said to him, grinning as Tom rolled his eyes and continued on down the hall.

"Your robes better cover it." He warned over his shoulder.

"Yeah yeah," Harry muttered, slipping in to his room and heading directly towards the shower, cancelling the colour changing charm on his jeans he went. He spent a bit longer than intended in the bathroom, going through the his 'primping' as Ron affectionately labelled it and styling his hair. Harry pulled on his bodysuit and was just reaching for his boots when a house elf popped in.

"Mistress Cissa is asking Lord-Potter-Black to go to her dressing room right away." The elf squeaked and Harry blinked in surprise.

"Um… Ok. Can you take me there?" He asked and the elf nodded, holding out her little hand. They vanished and appeared in an area of the manor Harry hadn't been too before, but he didn't waste time looking around as they had a ball to get to. He knocked on the door where he felt Narcissa and, surprisingly, Bellatrix and entered when bade.

"Cissa, what's wrong?" Harry questioned, walking in, "Is it the dress?" nodding towards the gown hanging from it's rack while the Lady applied her sister's make-up in her underwear.

"What in Merlin's name are you wearing?" Bellatrix demanded, looking him over.

"Oh, part of my robes this evening." Harry replied, grinning at her impressed look.

"You don't look half bad." She acknowledged and Harry laughed.

"Harry, we've had an emergency." Narcissa exclaimed. She walked over and picked up another dress that Harry's hadn't noticed on the counter, it was a beautiful cap-sleeved silver and red number and he was about to ask for a clarification of the problem when he saw very clearly what was wrong. There was a huge, ragged tear starting under the arm and going all the way around the back and down to the hip.

"It's Sea silk!"

Harry winced at that, knowing that there was no repairing the dress without evidence of it being broken in the first place. Sea silk was exceptionally rare and the weave of the fabric made it so even magical repairs were left with traces.

"Fix it and glamour the evidence." Bella told her sister simply, only to get a look of abject horror in response. "Or not."

"You cannot wear a broken dress to my ball, sister." Narcissa stated.

"I don't have any other options." Bellatrix pointed out, rolling her eyes.

"That's why Harry's here." Narcissa said, turning back to the teen in question. "Do you think you could properly resize one of my gowns?"

"I could," Harry allowed, nodding slowly as he looked Bellatrix over, "But I do not believe your styles will suit, nor will the colours match."

Narcissa sighed heavily through her nose.

"I know, but Bella isn't one for gowns."

"Who needs sweet words when you can just curse someone." Bellatrix grumbled, getting up and flouncing over to the loveseat as soon as Narcissa was done, "Stupid ball season."

Harry blinked at her words before a grin began to form on his face.

"I have an idea, and given who you are I think it will work." Harry stated, gaining raised eyebrows from both Black sisters, "Do you know your sizes?"

"Cissa took them down," Bella replied, passing him a sheet of parchment with numbers jotted down.

"Give me ten minutes," Harry told them and vanished in to the shadows. He went straight to Hermione's back up gowns and pulled out the one he had made in case she didn't want to wear the one for the Zabini ball. Ironically enough, he had gotten inspiration from what he had seen Bellatrix wear during the battle at the ministry. He remembered looking back at her gothic style robes and thinking that was one way to look intimidating and look good while doing it. He resized the dress to fix the older woman and then began to carefully change the colours of the material layers, he then began the slow process of altering the swirling pattern in the train to resemble snowflakes before he grabbed the matching shoes to resize and change as well as some accompanying jewellery, evening gloves and clutch. As soon as he was done, he shadowed back to the two ladies with his arms laden.

"I come with emergency back up." He announced, putting everything down on the nearest clear counter. Narcissa had her hair pinned up in to place and was just adding Harry's Yule gift when he arrived.

"What's all this?"

"Well, I wasn't sure if Hermione would want to wear the dress I gave her for the Zabini ball, so I made a back-up that would gain a somewhat similar response but was much less daring." Harry explained, hanging the dress bag, "Funnily enough, it was based off of the style of robes you were wearing at the ministry." He nodded towards Bellatrix, chuckling at her surprise.

"I made a few altercations to fit with the theme and Lestrange colour scheme, of course, but I think it will work." He unzipped the bag and moved back so they could both see it.

"Oh my," Narcissa gasped, looking the gown over. It was a gothic burlesque style dress in deep purple, almost black, with silver detailing. The top was made up of a corset with small lace ruffles along the neck line, with silver swirling snowflakes twisting around the waist and down to the hip, while the skirt fell in layered ruffles to the mid-thigh. The back of the dress was done up with purple and silver lace that came together in a bow at the end of the corset before the dress flared to the ground with a train. It had the same snowflake pattern spiralling down from the bow on the skirt while individual shimmering snowflakes could be seen on the thin layers of lace in the ruffles at the front. Originally, it had been a lighter purple and white for Hermione, and the snowflakes more abstract swirls, but it worked either way.

"I love it," Bella declared.

"It goes with these gloves, clutch and shoes." Harry told her, showing her everything else, "I brought a range of odd jewellery that would work, too."

"You know, you're not bad, Potter." Bellatrix told him, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Harry replied, "And thanks, I think."

She gave him a rather manic grin and snatched up the dress to slip on, Harry tied the corset and bow off for her and unclasped her bra so she could remove it without being uncovered.

"You look wonderful, Bella." Narcissa said warmly, as her sister gave a happy twirl, "It truly does suit you."

"I have to run, I need to get in to my robes." Harry said, checking the time.

"Yes, do so. And thank you very much, Harry dear, you've worked your magic once again." Narcissa told him.

"No problem, happy to help." Harry answered. He nodded his head both ladies and shadowed away. The Potter-Black Lord walked straight over and got in to his robes, making sure it was all in its correct place before going to the mirror and styling his hair, he ran his hands through it giving it a wilder look, combed his fringe in to place and deemed himself finished. Harry went to grab the ring he was going to wear that night but almost jumped out of his skin when there was a sudden knock at his door.

"Come in," Harry called, sensing Tom outside, as he slipped on the simple platinum ring that was twisting in to the infinity symbol.

"Wow,"

The whispered word caught Harry's attention instantly and he looked up to find Tom staring at him in amazement, a blush covered his face immediately and he found himself uncharacteristically ducking his head.

"Do you like it?" He asked and Tom made a sound at the back of his throat.

"You look… magnificent." Tom replied softly. The tone of his voice and the pure honesty he could feel from the other man had Harry's blush darkening, but a smile curled on to his face as he walked over to the man.

"Thank you,"

Tom tilted his chin up so Harry was looking at him, brushing a finger over the colour in Harry's cheeks with a slight smile before kissing him lightly.

"Let us not keep Narcissa waiting."

"No, she's already stressed this evening." Harry said, forcefully pulling all of his errant emotions under control as Tom led him from the room, his hand on the small of his back.

"Oh, what has happened since the meeting?" Tom inquired, a mix of amusement and exasperation in his tone.

"Bellatrix's dress broke." Harry replied, grinning at Tom's wave of resignation.

"No broken dresses at her ball." He muttered, making Harry laugh at the repeat phrase.

"I see that's an actual rule."

"Oh yes. She declared it so when someone wore a repaired dress to a Malfoy Ball before I fell. She thought it a huge insult." Tom informed him, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, I can imagine." Harry shook his head, "Thankfully, I had a back-up that was easy enough to alter and adjust."

"I can only imagine what you have come up with for Bella."

The pair of them reached the ballroom and Harry blinked around in astonishment; it had been completely transformed. It reminded him of the Yule ball two years previous, but more Malfoy – the floor looked like glistening ice.

"Holy Merlin," He muttered, looking around.

"Narcissa has really pulled out all the stops." Tom agreed, "Even Lucius looks surprised."

It was true, the Malfoy Lord had paused next to them in the doorway and was looking rather stunned at the sight of his ballroom.

"She absolutely terrifies me." Lucius told them seriously, "I didn't even know this had happened."

"You did marry a Black." Rodophus's voice pointed out, "We have to learn to be terrified of our wives." The three Lords turned to see the elder Lestrange strutting down the hall in dark silver robes with tones of dark purple.

"Nice strut." Harry commented with a smirk. Rodophus grinned and puffed out his chest.

"I believe I have you to thank for my wife's amazing look." He said.

"That would be true." Harry confirmed, chuckling at the man's look of pride, "I take it you approve."

"Oh I very much do."

"What have you done this time?" Lucius sighed and Harry pouted.

"It was nothing! Besides, I didn't hear you complaining at the Greengrass ball." Harry stated.

"Fair," Lucius allowed, smirking slightly in remembrance.

"Where's Rabastan?" Tom questioned and Rodolphus smirked.

"He's making sure he looks good enough to impress McKinnon." Rodolphus said with a smirk and then he blanched, catching sight of Harry's pointed look, "You can't harm my brother."

"We shall see his behaviour this evening, won't we." Harry returned sweetly. The four of them made their way over to the champagne in wait for the other four before the ball officially began. Draco came, dressed in an icy blue, escorting his mother in on his arm, he flashed an amused look at Harry as Rabastan followed him escorting Bella.

"Dear Merlin," Lucius muttered, catching sight of his wife and then his sister-in-law. "You do it on purpose." He said to Harry, not giving the teen chance to argue as he went to his wife.

"Rude."

"He's probably not wrong." Tom pointed out and Harry huffed.

"You are supposed to be on my side."

"Dark Lord."

"You suck,"

"Later," Tom quipped, causing Harry to nearly snort his drink.

"I hate you," He exclaimed, but he was laughing.

"Harry, you look incredible," Narcissa complimented, "I have never seen such a style before."

"Thank you – it was Luna." He said, "You are a picture, as always."

"This is my favourite dress," She allowed, "All of your work is beautiful. I find myself looking forward to see what else you have created for this evening."

Light music began playing over as they continued their discussion, signalling the official start to the ball. Obviously, his best friends wanted a strong front because they were the first two guests to arrive. Hermione was in a gown of pure white with a plunging neckline, it was embroidered with lace snowflakes that glistened with diamonds as she moved. Ron was in pale blue and white, they were styled similar to the ones Harry wore to the Greengrass ball, but his were not as fitted and had more flare around the arms and at the foot. They greeted their hosts, but the Malfoys had to leave so Narcissa finished speaking to Harry and made her way to the doors with her husband and son just as other guests started to arrive. Harry was surprised at how quickly the ballroom filled with people, he spotted Luna and Blaise in the crowd and smirked.

"Time to mingle I suppose." He said to Tom.

"Do not initiate anything with Izar without my presence." Tom ordered and Harry raised an eyebrow.

"You don't want to miss the show, do you?"

Tom didn't answer but his smirk said it all as he headed towards the Lord Avery. Harry bit back a chuckle and made his own way through the gathering crowd, he stopped to say a brief hello to the Greengrasses and to his friends before Xeno Lovegood introduced him to the elderly Lord and Lady Gamp, who Harry did not know or recognise.

"It is good to meet you for the first time, Lord Potter—Black, allow me to introduce my wife, Lady Eugena Gamp." Lord Gamp greeted, "We did not get to speak at the Greengrass ball."

"It is my pleasure, Lord and Lady Gamp." Harry replied, shaking the surprisingly strong grip of the man that had hair as white as Dumbledore and kissing the ladies hand.

"How are you finding your first full season?" Lord Gamp inquired.

"Very interesting," Harry answered, then a polite smile appeared on his face, "Though, I do believe I chose a unique season to debut."

The Gamps chuckled slightly nodding.

"Indeed you did, young Lord." Lady Gamp agreed, "I do not believe there had been this much political unrest in all our sixty years on the circuit."

Harry barely stopped his reaction to her words, he hadn't known the Gamps had held the Headship for so long.

"Even within the last war?" Harry said instead.

"Oh no. While during the last war the ministry was in disarray, there were no political backlash that affected all three sectors as much as Dumbledore's recent faux pars have." She told him, "Especially now he has lost the position of Headmaster."

"Dumbledore's actions have been questionable for a number of years." Xeno said, "His position should have been questioned long ago."

"Yes, that may be true, however, Dumbledore has not amassed the amount of power he holds by being unable to play the best of political games." Lord Gamp pointed out.

"He knows how to slip out of situations which would have buried anyone else and come out with his shining reputation intact."

"But this time, the secrets of his past and then the truth about the Blood Quills could not be ignored." Harry said.

"I was horrified to find out that had been happening to our young." Lady Gamp said shaking her head.

"I read that you suffered particularly due to this negligence." Lord Gamp hedged and Harry nodded.

"Yes, Umbridge took an intense dislike to me." He confirmed, "I was given a record number of detention from her." He curled his hand in to a fist allowing his glamour to drop and reveal the scarred words.

"Oh my," Lady Gamp gasped, "To see it with my own eyes… this does explain the unrest at Lord Smiths family ball."

"I did hear that Lord Smith in particular is irate over the discovery." Harry acknowledged, "He was one of the governors that signed to have Dumbledore released from duty."

"Yes, that is indeed correct, young Lord, he was very forceful in his arguments as to why he went with the motion." She said seriously, "Although he was not the only one to have such an opinion. Lady Bones is infuriated, her niece came forward and confirmed to her that she had been punished the with Quill; she believes that Umbridge used a compulsion to keep the students from revealing the detentions as her niece knows the laws on Blood Quill use."

"That is an idea with much merit." Xeno mused, nodding slowly, "My Luna is knowledgeable; she should have noted the illegal object, too."

"Thinking about it, as many of those it was used on were in the defence group I formed last year, the use of the Quills should have been brought up at least by a dozen different students." Harry added.

"Hm, it is a shame that there is no chance to investigate further." Xeno said, "Allowing minors to be subjected to compulsion charms applied by an unqualified witch or wizard is illegal."

"Umbridge did not have a charms NEWT?" Harry said in surprise.

"No, and she wasn't the best qualified for the position in the first place given that she only got an A in her defence NEWT."

"Well, seeing as they were trying to get everyone through the exams on theory alone, she was nastily perfect." Harry said, his lip curling slightly, "It wouldn't surprise me if she specifically learned the compulsion charm just for the job, but it can't be proven now she's dead."

"Still, even without an investigation, Dumbledore's reputation is in such a state it will only take the speculation of compulsion charms to affect him." Lord Gamp remarked.

"Speculation which is almost guaranteed if Lady Bones has already spoken out about it. Lord Smith is angry enough to believe it and it is not too much of a stretch to say that both Lords Spinett and Ogden are thinking about it." Harry reasoned.

"You are quite right, Lord Boot, too, was speaking with Lady Bones over the situation; he Grand-nephew's name was listed as having suffered." Lady Gamp recalled.

"Dumbledore has definitely not done himself any favours." Xeno concluded.

"We have to wait for him to reveal his hand." Harry said, "He has to be feeling some pressure now."

"Oh undoubtedly," Lord Gamp agreed, "But as to how that pressure will convert in to actions is unknown. For now, we all wait."

"Patience is a selective trait of mine," Harry joked lightly, receiving chuckles for his effort, "I do not want to keep you any longer, but it has been a pleasure meeting you this evening."

"You, too, Lord Potter-Black,"

"Xeno, good to speak with you."

Harry left the three of them and weaved through the crowd, he briefly spoke to Lord Davis and Lord Jugson before something caught his attention and he went straight over.

"Lord Prince, how absolutely delightful it is to see you here this evening!" Harry greeted the dour man as brightly as was acceptable once he was within the circle the man stood in.

"I loathe both you and this ball." Snape informed him darkly and Harry very nearly snorted. Both Lucius and Rodolphus were looking slightly amused and Tom was outright smirking, seemingly gaining pleasure at how uncomfortable Snape looked. And he really did look uncomfortable. It wasn't obvious, but having spent loads of time around the man in the past five years Harry could tell.

"I cherish our time together too, Prince." Harry returned, "I only came over to ask what Narcissa threatened you with."

"And just why exactly do you believe my wife has threatened him?" Lucius inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"Other than the fact that she threatens everyone, of course." Rodolphus added and Harry snickered before all three men nodded in agreement to his words.

"Well, specifically this time, I thought it was obvious." Harry said to them, "There's no way that Prince chose to wear colour without incentive."

Harry wisely ducked out of the circle as he saw Snape's eyes start to narrow and moved swiftly through the people until he was safely by Narcissa's side. She was stood with two other Ladies, the first one was Naomi so he wasn't surprised, but the third one threw him.

"Good evening, Ladies." He greeted them.

"Harry, allow us to introduce our friend, now representing the House of Alyn; Heiress Martina." Narcissa told him and it clicked: This was the previous Lady Parkinson – woops.

"It's very good to meet you under different circumstances." Harry said, kissing her hand. She offered a polite smile.

"I am glad to meet you once again," She replied, "Your actions gave reason for my father to annul my marriage to Parkinson so I offer my thanks."

"Then you are most welcome." Harry returned.

"I have always wondered why your father agreed to the match anyway." Naomi mused, "The Noble and Most Ancient House of Alyn has never married out of its own neutral zone before."

"House Parkinson had very promising business ventures. My father was unaware just how much of that did not belong to Parkinson himself." She said.

"While the business was promising and successful, he took so much capitol from the Blacks to get it successful that way that most of the profit would have went straight back to the Blacks should it have been repaids straight away. The previous Lord Parkinson came forth with a repayment plan that would have worked had his son not ignored it when he took over suddenly." Harry explained. "He ruined himself."

"How is your daughter taking this?" Narcissa wondered and Martina's lips pursed.

"She has little time to learn how to conform to the correct behaviour of a daughter to the House of Alyn else she be cast out." Martina answered, "My father is furious over this and refuses for any future mistakes, no matter the person responsible."

"She will come to realise the opportunity she had been offered, no doubt." Naomi commented.

"She is learning quickly," Martina confirmed, "She wished to come this evening but father did not deem her ready so I was sent alone."

"I am glad you could make it, it is good to have you return to the correct circle." Narcissa stated.

"Yes, it is a joy to be back." Martina replied with a true smile, "I must say, I am astounded to have missed to much – including, what appears to be a new designer."

She looked over their gowns with an appreciative eye as the other three shared a smile.

"Yes, HPB is rather exclusive at the present time. Only five people in the world own any of their gowns." Narcissa said proudly.

"Should the branch out, we shall definitely put forth your name for potential clientele." Naomi assured.

"It truly is wonderful to be back." Martina sighed happily, "Now, I must ask: Lord Davis' younger brother is not married, is he?"

The three women smirked.

"As a strong ally of the House Davis, I believe we can find out enough information." Naomi suggested pleased.

"I shall leave you both." Narcissa decided, "Do keep me updated."

"I will escort you back to your husband, my dear Lady." Harry said, before turning back to the other two ladies. "It was good to speak with you both."

"You, too,"

Harry held his arm out for Narcissa and the pair of the walked to where Tom, Lucius, Rodolphus and Severus were stood, though the group had now grown to include Bellatrix, Draco, Blaise and Ron. Harry spotted Luna, Hermione and Rabastan speaking with Lord Flint on the other side of the room.

"What do you think of the House of Alyn's current movement?" Harry asked Narcissa as they took their places within the circle.

"I doubt they will break their neutral stance." Narcissa replied, "However, given the lack of attendance at the previous balls, it may sway the Lord to follow Greengrass at the very least."

"Wonderful,"

"Her appearance here wasn't the only surprise, of course." Narcissa continued, "Severus, you have been very well received."

"And managed to raise plenty of questions." Ron added.

"That is to be expected given the current political climate. Everyone wants to know why now."

"Really, that is a question they should be able to answer themselves." Harry said, "Look what has happened recently – everyone who is anyone knows that the best place for information is at these balls."

"People are merely getting away with themselves. Tensions are high, as we said, and its likely to last up until the Wizengamot session." Draco pointed out.

"Which is good because people are being lax about revealing information." Hermione put in, from where she appeared with Luna and Rabastan.

"Oh?"

"Yes, we have just come from a fascinating conversation with Lord Flint, who had more to reveal about the goblin tip off." She confirmed, "It's apparently more popular that we first thought, but it's been kept very quiet."

"If that's true, why have we not heard of any action?" Lucius asked.

"Bones." Rabastan answered simply, "She's very much against it and is basically using all of her power to keep anyone from issuing any command to have aurors posted at the bank."

"She's been extremely busy then." Harry noted, "I've have a very enlightening conversation with Xeno and the Gamps: Bones believes that Umbridge put compulsions on everyone who used the Quills and is spreading her thoughts; Smith, Spinett and Boot seem to be listening."

"That's a viable theory." Tom said, "Considering the names released that were subjected to the Quills, it seems strange that it was never reported."

"Especially so given Bones' niece, Susan, was targeted." Draco continued, "And there is no way that she didn't know the laws on Blood Quills."

"We'll need to speak with the twins and get them to pull the history from the DMLE bugs, see if they've picked up anything about the goblins." Harry decided, "Turn our attention to that as we can do little else about the Quills."

"You'll need to set up a meeting with the goblins, too." Luna reminded him, "We cannot be seen agreeing with this in anyway."

"I'll do it the day we go back."

Lucius flicked his want bringing a halt to the music and announced the start of the meal, Harry knew exactly where he was sitting so he went to move over to the head table with Tom but was stopped by Luna.

"Someone is very unhappy about your placement this evening." She warned him, smirking slightly. Harry flashed a rather feral grin.

"Three guesses who and the first two don't count." He joked.

"Have fun," She laughed, gliding off to meet her father and take her seat at the second table next to the Davises and the Gamps. Harry slipped in to his seat next to Tom and Ron, forcefully crushing his smirk at the expression on Nott's face; this was going to be fun! Light conversation struck up around the table as the menu's appeared and Harry fell in to speaking with Ron, Rabastan and Hermione about some of the amazing wards Ron and Bastan had found during their work, noting with amusement the looks of disgust he was getting from Nott.

They had managed to open the conversation up to the entire table as the moved from wards to old and forgotten magics half way through the main course, though Harry was fighting laughter as he had Ron giving a rating to each glare Harry got from Nott. Hermione, the devious woman that she was was hiding a smirk behind her wine glass as she watched Nott with a calculating glint in her eye.

"It is much easier to discuss such things with your placement this evening." Hermione said to Harry, her tone pitched just enough to catch everyone's attention. Harry wanted to cackle when Nott so easily rose to the bait she threw for him.

"Yes, one cannot help the decline in satisfactory lineage for important decisions." Nott sneered eyeing Harry with evident distaste and Harry smiled coldly, regarding Nott with poison in his eyes.

"Hm, yes, I suppose to a closed minded individual such as yourself, my mother's blood would classify as unsatisfactory," Harry agreed, "It is not a surprise that this comes from you. You have obviously ignored that she was a charms prodigy, the youngest person to ever gain a charms mastery and acknowledged as being able to things with charms never seen before by the board. She was also the youngest ever section Queen. But yes, highly unsatisfactory."

"It was all bought with Potter money, I bet. A pureblood fortune wasted on a pet, such a disgrace. She would have never had the ability with her blood." Nott spat and Harry's expression went dangerous, his eyes all but glowing as his magic rose to the surface and the entire table went icy cold, so much so that their breath started to become visible. Nott was receiving frosty looks from Harry's friends, and looks of disbelief from the others, his words so far from acceptable custom.

"Your words go to show just how blinded you are, Izar Nott, but I do not mind. Something as trivial as blood is not something that bothers me, your repetitive use of it as an insult grows tiring." Harry waved him off like an annoying insect and Nott flushed with anger, "However, for someone like you, someone who holds so much in regard to blood, it must kill you to see me, someone who is so tainted, sat here; to know that I control two exceptionally powerful House. It must burn."

"You have no right to be in control of a pureblood House, let alone two of them. You do not deserve the power." Nott growled and Harry laughed darkly.

"You have no idea of my true power, Nott. So much emphasis on blood and you've missed the bigger picture, but then this is a common occurrence for you." Harry took a sip of his wine glass and schooled his expression in to that of subdued understanding, "I can only imagine the utter shame and disgust that you must feel daily when you think of your eldest son."

Nott paled at Harry's words as most of the table looked confused, the teen smirked at the elder Lord and sat back against his chair.

"I do not know what you mean." Nott spoke calmly bar one single shake, but Harry caught it and his smirk grew nasty before his vanished and an expression of sympathy appeared, so sincere a few were questioning whether or not they had really seen the smirk.

"No, I guess you wouldn't. I expect you vanished such a blemish from the Nott name, with your staunch belief in blood superiority it would be the only thing you could have done." Harry nodded gently, heedless to Nott's morphing expression, "I would too, if I cared as much about blood as you do. I am sure you did just about everything you could to hide the evidence of your squib son."

Sharp indrawn breathes and gasps rippled across the table when Harry finished speaking. The Malfoys, the Lestranges, the Greengrasses, Prince and Tom all looked between Harry and Nott with keen eyes, while Ron and Hermione were barely hiding their smirks as Nott became visibly livid. Harry kept his face innocently thoughtful, but on the inside he was just gearing up for more drama; this was brilliant.

"You lie," Nott hissed, red faced and fuming, and Harry looked at him sharply.

"I have told you once before not to claim I have been dishonest unless you could prove otherwise. But I shall allow discrepancies, it must be hard to bear the burden of a squib son alone for so long, this must be a challenge for you to be so open with everyone here tonight."

"Do not speak of things you will never understand, you jumped up, disgusting halfblood." Nott spat, his magic starting to rise in his anger. Harry gave him a smile full of white teeth and his eyes shone.

"Yes yes, I'm a halfblood, boohoo, such a disgrace. I know, I've heard it all before." Harry rolled his eyes and flicked his hand dismissively, "Though, there are multiple people you have again insulted with such derogative tagging here at this table alone."

Nott's eyes flick fearfully to the Dark Lord sat to Harry's left and Harry threw his head back and laughed.

"Oh, Nott, normally I would definitely play with that little slip up of yours but that is not the real issue here." Harry ignored the looks of confusion he got from practically everyone at that, too intent on Nott. "No, I think the opinion should come from your son. After all, true supremacists believe that children blood adopted in to a pureblood house does not make them real purebloods."

Nott went from an angry red to a pasty white within seconds, something that no one failed to notice and Harry wanted to rub his hands together in glee at the shock confusion and the slow comprehension coming to people's faces. Theodore Nott Jr looked almost painfully confused, and Harry had a brief moment of sympathy for the other teen because his argument wasn't with his school mate.

"What are you talking about?" Theodore demanded and Harry adopted a confused innocent expression with a bit of difficulty, Izar Nott looked as if he wanted to kill him and then kill himself much to the Gryffindor's amusement.

"Oh, I am so sorry. I thought you would have known." Harry gasped, looking apologetic, "I mean, it is the custom to explain past blood adoptions to their children after all. That and I am surprised you don't remember," Harry paused and tilted his head to the side, "Unless you were obliviated, the process would have been painful with all the muggleborn blood it had to burn through."

"I'll – you – kill – filth!" Nott ground out, unable to fully speak in his rage, his expression twisted in to blind anger.

"It makes sense, I suppose, you not knowing. Your older brother was the first born and he was a squib, so the last thing needed to a House at this point is it then being discovered the next born heir wasn't even a true Nott." Harry continued airily, as if he didn't hear the threat or couldn't feel the magic in the air. He looked at Nott in amazement, "You must have been desperate for a magical heir to alter such fixed beliefs and use blood adoption. Of course, it could have been a last resort, an even bigger cover-up. Your late wife went 'missing', didn't she? Just after the announcement of your son -,"

Harry was cut off because Nott lost it and threw a cutting curse at his throat, Harry only just caught most of the spell, but with the rage behind the curse fuelling it a line of red appeared on the pale skin of his neck as blood beaded from the wound. The entire ball room fell utterly silent at the sudden flash of the curse and Harry reached up to touch his bleeding wound with a small amount of genuine surprise, calming each of his friends with a quick glance.

"I am going to take the initiative to assume that you have not shared such knowledge with our esteemed company. If you did not tell your son, nor anyone else, I am going to assume you haven't stated the truth of your son's origins, meaning that the marriage contract you signed, in good faith, with Hadrian would be compromised." Harry tiled his head, flashing Nott, who was on his feet glaring at Harry with his wand clutched in his hand, a truly horrible smile. "Don't worry though, you won't be the Lord renegotiating the contract. What will your father think?"

Nott lost it completely at that and lunged over the table at Harry, much to the shock of the rest of the ballroom and their table. That attack Harry was expecting and he deflected the spells with ease, leading the deranged man away from their table. Nott was flinging spells with a blind disregard as to where they went or what they were and Harry couldn't help his dark grin as he span, shielded and dodged all of the incoming spells, goading the soon-to-be ex Nott Lord with laughter.

"Izar, look at the mess you've made! Such brash behaviour is unbecoming of a Lord, why, it's almost as if you are a filthy muggle, lunging at me so." Harry taunted lightly, spinning away from an asphyxiation curse.

"I am going to kill you, you foul, worthless piece of filth." Nott snarled. A bright green curse rushed towards Harry making the room gasp at the use of the killing curse, he conjured up a large slab of concrete to take the spell lest it hit someone else and vanished in to the dust of the debris. His laughter assured everyone he was alive and when he stepped out of the dust cloud there were teeth to his grin.

"Oh Izar, you poor, misplaced fool. You will do no such thing." Harry said chidingly, as if he was speaking to a young child, "We are at a ball, and as such an event you are supposed to dance."

On his final word, Harry finally went offensive and released a torrent of spells that immediately forced the Nott Lord on the defence, he could barely keep up with the speed in which they were being sent and at least two spells got through his shields because he was bleeding. It was very apparent to the eagerly watching room that Harry is merely playing with Nott, he didn't give his opponent even a chance to cast anything other than shields. Harry slashed his wand viciously through the air and disarmed Nott, his own wand going to the Nott Lord's throat as he grabbed Nott's robes and held him in place. His smile was long gone by now, his expression a cold mask as his eyes all but pulsed with his magic.

"Izar Izar Izar," His bright tone was all the more twisted with his expression and position and Nott shuddered in his hold, "You insulted my mother who died for me, you insulted myself multiple times and then had the audacity to curse me. Me, Lord to the Noble and Most Ancient Houses of Potter and Black, who you are so far below that it isn't even humorous. You dare to slight me at your own ball, in some misplaced hate campaign to make yourself feel better about your pathetic life and to further hide your past. Well let me inform you of something; you failed." Harry got right in Nott's face, his light tone darkening as he spoke until he was almost snarling, and he didn't need to know that his friends were waiting to see if he lost it or not.

"You have insulted my heritage, my House and my honour, and upon that do I claim a debt of life to the Houses of Potter and Black for not ending your miserable existence."

The magic in the room suddenly grew heavy as the claim was evaluated and many people gasped at his actions, the magic pulsed and flashed and the crests of House Potter and House Black appeared above Nott's head for all to see. They shone brightly before sinking in to Nott to seal the claim, Nott groaned in pain at the weight of the debt, dropping to the floor heavily when Harry released him and took a step back. His expression was one of blatant disgust as he regarded the wizard at his feet, giving on final insult as he turned his back and walked away. Luna was by his side in a second, healing the cut he had received from Nott's first attack and Harry offered her a smile and a kiss on the cheek in thanks. He then turned to the Malfoys and offered a formal full bow.

"I do humbly apologise for such a disruption to your wonderful ball, Lord and Lady Malfoy." He said sincerely. Lucius inclined his head in acceptance while Narcissa gave him a slight smile, moving over to him and giving Nott a dark look.

"It is of no consequence to you, you were not the one to initiate such base actions, Harry – Lord to my birth House." The added title wasn't necessary as she had already declared her side in the argument by walking to Harry, but it emphasised her point and indicated that the House Malfoy would chose Harry every time.

"Lord Nott, for your actions on this night, your invitation to the Malfoy Yule Ball has been recinded." Lucius intoned coldly, "Leave my manor immediately or you shall be ejected by the wards."

Nott pulled himself to his feet without grace, glaring at Harry, who offered a smug smirk, and stalked out of the door.

"I apologise for the disruption of the meal. Please, return to your food and enjoy the rest of the evening." Lucius called to the room as a whole. Immediately conversations burst forth as everyone who wasn't at the head table discussed what could have possibly happened to resort to a duel.

"Lord and Lady Malfoy. I am so sorry for my father's actions." Theodore Nott told them, he was looking as if he didn't know what to do with himself, massively embarrassed and quite shocked.

"You are not to blame for his conflict." Narcissa assured him.

"Custom says I should leave." Theo said, looking towards the door. "He'll be in a fury for a while."

"You will be welcome after this day." Draco told him, and Theo have him a grateful look.

"Thank you."

"Go to your grandfather's home for the night." Tom instructed him and Theodore blinked at him.

"My Lord?" He might have squeaked, but no one pulled him on it thankfully.

"I am meeting with him tomorrow. Inform him I sent you to him, he will not question it."

"Yes, My Lord." Theo bowed and left discretely, leaving the head table to reorganise themselves and act as if nothing was amiss, even if they did shoot Harry looks from the corner of their eyes. The teen seemed as if he had not moved but his eyes were shining in pleasure, which gave him away.

"You enjoyed that." Tom murmured, turning slightly so no one else heard.

"You know exactly how much." Harry didn't even bother to deny it, glancing at Tom with a slight smirk, "Though I do believe you might have enjoyed it even more than I did."

The excitement and desire Tom was feeling had only grown since he had verbally torn Nott to shreds and the Dark Lord smirked.

"Indeed. You manipulated the entire situation better than any I have seen before, you wanted him to lose control and you did it perfectly."

"It was gentle." Harry pointed out and Tom nearly scoffed.

"Your version of gentle, yes."

"I didn't kill him, did I? Besides, I could have accomplished a lot more damage when I was duelling him."

"Of that I have no doubt." Tom agreed easily.

"Anyway, I don't see you complaining about my actions."

"No, complaining is the furthest thing from my mind." Tom mused and then his voice went lower still, "Your grace, your power and your beauty were at its finest and I did so enjoy watching."

Harry had to look down, desperately fighting back a blush that wanted to rise and hiding his smile.

"You and your damn charm." Harry grumbled, turning back to the table before Tom had his face glowing. He kicked the man for good measure when he chuckled.

Oh Snake, that was truly beautiful. Hermione all but purred in his mind.

A true work of art. Ron agreed, I feel so bad for Neville not getting to watch that.

I am sure we can get Lucius to allow us to show him. Harry said gleefully. Let Nott recover from that, the prick.

Harry bit back a smile at the sound of his friend's somewhat malicious laughter in his head, smirking at the fact Nott was the centre of conversation throughout the room.

"It is as if his mind took a leave of absence." Narcissa said in distaste, "We have had six ground breaking articles that have flayed Dumbledore, of all people, and Nott knew who was responsible. Why he would then believe it was a wise idea to then attack the very same person is so far past idiotic that I cannot place a word upon it."

"His hatred of Harry has become increasingly apparent since we came together." Ron said, "What the real question should be is why he hates Harry so much."

"Other than blood, of course." Harry put in amused.

"Yes, other than blood." Hermione agreed with a roll of her eyes. "Although, I cannot believe he brought up the blood argument at this table."

"It just shows his lack of control. His blind hatred caused him to disregard all of the factors pointing to how his actions were foolish." Draco said, "After his slight at his own ball, it was obvious he was no longer actually thinking."

"Has he given any indication as to why he hates you so?" Hadrian asked Harry.

"No. Until this year, I have never actually interacted with him, so I cannot say he holds any past transgressions against me." Harry replied. "I must apologise, Hadrian, for the abrupt revelation. I am afraid I got away with myself."

"I have to admit my shock, but it is much preferential than to be unknowing." The Greengrass Lord replied, "You are not at fault for his lack of honesty."

Harry nodded in thanks.

"The consequences of his actions are going to be far reaching." Lucius mused, "I am almost disappointed that we have no future balls."

"Yes, but let us not forget the upcoming Wizengamot." Harry said.

"This year has really been surprising." Narcissa said in delight, "And with the Wizengamot, it isn't even over yet."

"Yes, since the summer things have been exceptionally busy."

"I truly wonder the cause." Lucius drawled, mock glaring at Harry, who adopted an expression of the utmost indignation.

"You wouldn't be blaming me for such stirring, would you, Lucius?"

"If the wand fits," Snape drawled, a slight smirk of amusement.

"I claim utter ignorance." Harry declared, "Just because Dumbledore's rapid decline happens to align with the time I appeared it means nothing."

"The fact that he has not yet caught on given your summer shows the fool is blind to what he wants to see." Tom muttered and Harry grinned.

"Shame that."

"Oh yes, I can feel your sincerity." Hermione joked.

"Joking aside, I am stunned that Dumbledore has no idea." Rabastan mused, "I spend a good three quarters of my time in the school and he has clue."

"So do the twins," Ron added, "I'm starting to believe they are in the school more than we are, and we still attend."

"That was the whole point in me becoming, well, me." Harry pointed out, "He is so focused on me that everything else goes unseen. For crying out loud, look at our defence professor."

"Yeah, so much for Dumbledore's omniscience." Hermione put in and they shared a laugh.

"Is there something wrong with your defence professor?" Hadrian wondered, a touch of confusion and Harry almost grinned.

"He's a right bastard." He answered instead, a bland smile coming to his face as he watched the reactions of the rest of the table, "Real slave driver, complete perfectionist, kind of knowledgeable I guess, a bit of practical talent. But then, I can't complain really, he is better than Umbridge sooo I'll take it, despite him being an utter control freak and the mild temper-,"

Tom kicked him to shut him up and it took everything Harry had not to burst out laughing, especially when he saw the looks he was receiving from the Lestranges, Snape and the elder Malfoys, and his friends looked like they wanted to make him stop talking. He glanced up and Tom and had to duck his head to stop his humour from visibly showing, the man was looking so very unimpressed, but Harry could feel his amusement through the link.

"No thoughts on the defence professor, Marvolo?" Harry wondered, biting his lip so he didn't grin.

"I hate you," Tom informed him, "So very much."

Harry snickered.

"In all seriousness, Hadrian, you needn't worry about this year's professor. He's definitely one of the best we've had; I would say the best but I am completely bias against Remus Lupin." Harry told him honestly.

"Your comment…?"

"Ah, we just happen to know that while Dumbledore believes our defence professor to be strictly light, he's not." Harry replied, "Dumbledore refuses to have anyone who leans towards the dark or even neutral really in the DADA position."

"I see."

"It's a foolish rule of his," Hermione sighed, "The only reason Remus was granted the position was because Dumbledore had him in his web."

"Now that Dumbledore's out of the school we might get lucky and have proper teachers from now on." Ron said, "It's not difficult to get better than some of the ones we've had."

"Lockhart." Chimed the four students who had suffered through that idiot.

"Whatever happened to Gilderoy Lockhart?" Hadrian questioned, "After his stint as a teacher I heard nothing else."

"He's in the permanent wing of St Mungos." Harry replied, "Idiot tried to Obliviate Ron and I with a broken wand."

"Safe to say it didn't go well." Ron added cheerfully.

"Was he not charged for trying to harm a minor?" Naomi questioned astonished; Harry gave a sardonic laugh.

"Good Merlin, no. Dumbledore couldn't let the rest of the world know that he allowed two twelve year olds save the school because he had done absolutely nothing to stop the petrifications."

"He truly is an odious man."

"He'll get his comeuppance." Hermione said, her tone somewhat dark, "I can almost picture his face when he sees us in the Wizengamot."

"That will be a beautiful sight." Ron agreed.

"The amount of joy I feel when I think of the upcoming session is immeasurable." Lucius admitted.

"I do not believe you are alone in such feelings, Lucius." Hadrian put in, "It will be a busy session."

"Seriously, Cissa dear, what have you done to change your food sources?" Naomi questioned, "The entire meal has been fantastic, but this panna cotta is phenomenal."

"Yes, this isn't your usual house elves." Bella agreed, "That fish was better than that restaurant we used to go to in Paris."

"The chicken was stunning," Hermione added, "And all of the presentation was beautiful."

"Even the cleansers seem like more," Snape added.

"The cheesecake is the best thing I have ate all year." Rabastan decided seriously.

"The cheesecake is wonderful, is it not?" Tom confirmed, savouring a bite of his own and fighting his own amusement as he watched Harry out of the corner of his eye. The teen had apparently forgotten that most of the food for the evening came from him and was now becoming more embarrassed by the second at the compliments, looking as if he wanted to sink down to the floor and hide; it was hilarious.

"Most of the menu was individually selected and then hand made." Narcissa told them, "I am more than pleased with the results."

"Oh you should be." Naomi agreed, "All of it was flawless. Do you know if this person is for hire?"

"I do not know. You may want to ask him." Narcissa replied, her eyes flicking to Harry. The rest of the table now paid mind to the teen who had sunken slightly in his chair and was blushing madly.

"No way!" Rabastan whisper exclaimed, "You made this glorious cheesecake?"

"I uh did a starter, two mains, all fish, two deserts and the cleansers." Harry answered under all of their expectant looks. "The cheesecake and panna cotta are mine."

"Well are you not the biggest contradiction of all time?" Hadrian told him, an amused twist to his lips and Harry flashed an unremorseful grin.

"I try."

"Somehow, I don't think you do.

His friends barely covered their laughter and Harry didn't bother, shaking his head.

"If I'm honest, I stick with the things I like and that seems to be a very eclectic mix of things." Harry admitted, "Whether or not I am good at those things is open to others interpretation.

"Potter, how can you cook so well and yet we put you in front of a cauldron at risk of death?" Snape wondered, his eyebrow raised.

"No idea, I just don't work well with potions." Harry shrugged, "Well, that's not strictly true, I can make quite a few potions but ask me to use magic on one and then we'll have a problem." He glowered at his friends amused expressions. The meal finally came to an end, a bit later because of the Nott incident, but the gossip was flowing rapidly and everyone wanted to know what had started the issue. Harry was pleased, there was no way Nott could worm out of the situation at all, and given that he was the one to throw the first spell it looked even worse for him. Harry hadn't even managed to reach for an evening drink before Tom's arm had wrapped his arm around him and was pulling him out on to the dancefloor.

"Have you suddenly changed your mind about dancing, Tom?" Harry wondered, not really protesting as Tom swung him in to an opening waltz hold.

"I recently discovered that the right partner makes it all the more enjoyable." He replied, smirking at Harry's light blush.

"Damn your smooth words," Harry grumbled, pointedly ignoring Tom's pleased expression and smug feeling through the link.

"I've always been told the truth is all the more powerful." Tom countered, chuckling slightly as Harry's blush darkened, easily twirling the teen in time with the music.

"Don't make me pull the same stunt as I did at Zabini's ball." Harry warned, "I'd like to see you explain that one to Narcissa."

"You are a very evil individual." Tom informed him and Harry grinned.

"I've been learning from the best."

"I do not appreciate you using your privileged lessons against me." Tom sniffed and Harry barely caught his snort.

"Privileged lessons?" He repeated incredulously.

"Of course, I am a master of the art."

Harry burst out laughing at that, he couldn't help himself, shaking his head at Tom's smirk.

"I'll give you that," He allowed, "I think I've spent my evil for the evening anyway. I don't think Nott is going to recover any time soon."

Tom released a low chuckle, pulling Harry closer as the music slowed.

"Oh he's not going to be getting back up from that, Snake." Tom agreed darkly, and his smirk stretched, "I cannot wait to tell Theodore; he'll be furious."

"Do you think he knows about any of it?" Harry wondered.

"I honestly do not know." Tom admitted, "I have been a confident for Theodore for many years, and not once has he mentioned a blood adoption, squib or a disownment. However, all three topics are very serious to pureblood Houses, so it very well could have been kept silent."

"Hm. Either way, I'm not sorry."

"You've no need. Theodore is already aware that any restraint you might have had is long gone." Tom informed him, "I have not had a response from my letter speaking of the Nott ball, but we are meeting tomorrow so I did not expect one."

"Am I still coming with you?"

"Of course. We will stay for lunch no doubt."

They danced the first three songs together before the dance changed, Harry was span off and ended up dancing with Draco while Narcissa danced with Tom.

"What you did to Nott this evening was possibly the most brutal thing I have seen with words alone." Draco informed him, an amused smirk on his face. "It was glorious."

"Why thank you," Harry said, biting back a grin, "Are you able to pass on my sincere apologies to Nott Jr?"

"Yes, I'll speak to him tomorrow while the Dark Lord is speaking with the Snr." Draco assured, and then he eyed him, "How in Merlin's name did you even find out about it if even Theo was unaware?"

"Luna," Harry answered simply, chuckling when Draco shuddered.

"Ok, seriously, how does she do it?" He complained.

"Well, this one wasn't anything normal Luna." Harry told him, "She merely tested his blood."

"Huh, that's not Luna at all." Draco agreed, "I'm so glad she's on our side."

"Tell me about it."

Harry span Draco off to Ron and caught Luna, flashing a grin as his sister's look of pride.

"Well done."

"I think I got him," He joked and she released a delighted laugh.

"Straight for the throat. I almost felt pity for him. Almost."

"I'm not going to lie; I am so happy right now that it's almost overwhelming." Harry said, twirling her around, "I can't wait for the Wizengamot now."

"I'm sad to not get to see it personally, but the first session after Yule is always a public session." Luna admitted and Harry blinked, almost stumbling in his surprise.

"Wait – is it?"

"Yes, did you not know?" Luna questioned shocked, "For the new year, the session is always open; it's one of the only sessions that cannot be closed. It allows the people, mainly the press, to see how the year is going to open. That's how so much detail makes the papers."

"Well. Doesn't that make things even more interesting?" Harry mused, "I had thought that because Dumbledore would know we could come out and be ourselves and we'd leak it through Rita ourselves." He shrugged and then he grinned, "Looks like we'll be speaking to Rita sooner than I thought."

"Oh yes. And, I was thinking, seeing as the papers will be on fire with the Wizengamot stir, it would be the perfect time to start media coverage on The Case."

She didn't need to specify which case she meant, Harry nodded, his eyes glinting.

"Given that I shall be delivering the Rat to Hadrian the day after the session, I cannot think of a better time myself." He acknowledged, "Hm, and given that Dumbledore gave personal evidence, what better lead up will there be to get him removed from the Wizengamot for the public eye."

"We can plan more at a later date, but we have a good foundation." Luna decided.

"Of course, dear sister." Harry agreed. He gave her a smile as he span her off towards Blaise, Harry caught his next dance partner and almost fell on his face when he saw it was Bellatrix. She flashed a manic grin when she noted his surprise.

"Don't worry, baby Black," She cooed, "I don't bite. Much."

Harry snorted at that, unintentionally amused by her antics.

"Save your biting for your husband." He threw back, "He will be much more receptive to it than me."

She threw back her head and laughed causing her tamed curls to bounce wildly, startling the people around them and yet still managing to stay in step.

"I'll be sure to find out," She returned with a lecherous grin and Harry found himself laughing with her.

"Poor man, doesn't know what's coming." Harry said in mock sympathy.

"Reminds me of silly little Izar," She commented in a would be light tone, but her expression betrayed her excitement, and then she pouted. "You could have made it more bloody."

"And mess up dear Cissa's lovely ballroom?" Harry mock gasped, "I wouldn't have made it out alive."

"I like you." Bellatrix decided, "I think I'll keep you." With that she gave him a smacking kiss on the cheek and bounced off to intercede a grinning Roldolphus. Harry shook his head in bewilderment and caught Hermione, who was chuckling at him.

"I see you've gotten her seal of approval."

"Honestly, with her, I'm not sure." Harry admitted laughingly. "She says she's keeping me."

"After what you just did to Nott, I'm really not surprised."

"True." Harry allowed, "So how was dancing with Rabastan?"

A light blush covered her featured and Harry smiled slightly.

"Wonderful," She told him, "He's been the perfect gentleman."

"As he should be." Harry stated, "He hurts you and I'll end him."

"I would tell you that you cannot threaten him in my honour, but I know that it is a completely pointless endeavour so I won't bother." Hermione sighed, but she gave him a smile.

"Damn straight it is. Besides, I have it on good authority that he dressed himself up to impress you this evening, so I don't think it will be too necessary." Harry informed her, watching as her blush darkened.

"I hope you are right." She murmured, "He might not be interested."

"He would be lucky to kiss the ground you walked on, Hermione." Harry said seriously, "You are intelligent, beautiful, powerful and a lovely person. If he cannot see that then he is not worthy to even share your air, let alone your life. So keep that pretty chin up and go get your man."

"Thank you, Harry." She gave him a bright smile and allowed herself to be span directly in to Rabastan's arms. Harry nearly jumped when an arm snaked around his waist, smiling slightly as he was turned to face Tom.

"Please tell me you are finished dancing for now." Harry said, his tone a borderline whine.

"Yes, let us retreat until Narcissa summons us once again." Tom agreed, leading Harry to the edge of the dancefloor.

"Thank Merlin for that. I ache."

"Ah yes, you were cooking all this morning." Tom remembered, "Come, there is a section of hidden seats."

Harry allowed Tom to steer him, collecting drinks and a selection of his crystallised fruits and nuts for them both as they went, and gratefully sank in to one of the many artistically placed seating arrangements with a sigh.

"How long do you think we'll manage?" Harry wondered, passing Tom his drink and sipping his own.

"Half an hour," Tom replied, "If we're lucky."

"Big 'if' there." Harry muttered, "Ok, I'll take whatever peace I can get."

Tom silently saluted that plan with his glass and the pair of them sat back to people watch, occasionally filling the comfortable silence between them with comments on the Malfoy guests. Harry was just explaining that he had made Luna's gown as an apology for lying to her when he spotted Narcissa's ever observant eyes scouring the room.

"Looks like our time's up." He sighed, rising to his feet and stretching the kinks out of his body.

"Pander for a bit longer, we do not have much time left; dinner ran over." Tom flashed him a smirk before slipping out of their corner. Harry chuckled to himself and left too, moving over to have a dance with the Lady of the ball much to her pleasure.

"Thank you for not obliterating my ballroom, Harry." She said, "No doubt he deserved it."

"I could not bring myself to ruin your beautiful work, Cissa." Harry returned smoothly and she smiled slightly.

"I cannot believe he has kept such secrets." She shook her head, "And to expect them not to come out, too, when he began attacking you."

"He's more foolish than I gave him credit for, that's for certain."

"I am merely glad he has been dealt with; there is no doubt that his father will be furious." Narcissa commented and Harry nodded.

"Tom believes so, but we'll know for certain tomorrow when we go to see him."

"No doubt that will be an interesting conversation."

Harry grinned, bowing out at the end of the dance and passing Narcissa to her husband. He danced with Luna, Hermione, Draco and Tom again before the end of the ball came and people started to say their goodbyes. Harry wandered over to where his friends were gathering and flashed them a grin.

"We're free and clear until school, I believe." He told them pleased.

"Just eyes and ears out." Hermione confirmed, "I can speak to the twins to make sure they have all the details pulled for when we're back at school."

"Good. I don't think there's anything else we need to be doing until then." Harry said, "So enjoy the rest of the holidays, I guess, and I'll see you at the Sanctuary."

"Nice work tonight, Snake." Ron said with a smirk, "See you at the Sanctuary."

Luna and Blaise said their own goodbyes before vanishing to find their fathers, while Draco and Harry made their way back over to Lucius and Narcissa.

"You are more than welcome to go to bed, Harry, you must be asleep on your feet." Narcissa said kindly and Harry flashed her a thankful smile in response.

"Thanks, Cissa. I'll see you for breakfast." Harry replied, fighting back a yawn. Tom appeared at the doorway, offering Harry a slight smile and an arm, which the teen happily accepted. It was only when they were a floor up and away from any remaining guests to Harry slump sideways in to Tom.

"Good Merlin I am exhausted." He sighed, his eyes slipping closed even as he walked; he knew Tom would get them to their bedroom.

"We're there now." Tom assured, waving a hand to open the doors for them. He had to hide his smile at Harry's behaviour, the teen rubbed his eyes and yawned making himself look ridiculously adorable; not that Tom would ever repeat such a thought out-loud. Tom ended up snickering and helping Harry out of his robes as his fingers kept slipping on the buckles, which led to Harry whining that Tom was picking on him and thrusting his bottom lip out in a huge pout. The pair finally got ready for bed and climbed in, Tom still chuckling at Harry's sleepy state and Harry complaining about Tom being mean.

"You are such a child." Tom informed him, his tone obviously amused at he watched Harry curl up in to a small ball at the very edge of the bed.

"Meanie." Was the petulant response he got and he scoffed, reaching over and pulling his teen back to him, turning him over as he did so. Harry was still pouting so Tom bit his lip making him hiss before kissing him softly.

"Stop pouting and sleep," Tom ordered, "I'm the Dark Lord, it's in the definition to be mean."

"Well you're not making a very good pillow at the moment so how am I supposed to sleep." Harry reasoned, poking Tom's chest until the man relented with a sigh and rolled on to his back so Harry could curl up on him.

"You are a menace." Tom stated, though his arm came up to wrap around his waist.

"Thank you,"

Annnnnnnd we're done! I really hope that you all like it, and I hope I'm forgiven for the huge delay. Please, let me know what you think.

Jess*