The Lost Prince

The story are going into four Kingdoms. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin. The King and Queen from Gryffindor wanted a son so badly and have tried in many years to get on. A stranger got past their Kingdom and give them a thing where they got a son. What Will happened? Read and find out.

Warning: Slash. MalexMale pairings. Smut chapters. Don't like Don't read. This is a story for people there is over 16 years old.

Beta Reader/Edit: Gurren-on-Kyoto.


2. The Mysterious Boy in the Woods

One Friday evening, as the blonde father and his hermit adopted son were having their dinner in silence, Lucius broke it by calling the boy’s name to catch its attention. “Tomorrow morning, I will be leaving for a week,” The blonde aristocrat paused at this, eyeing the boy from across him speculatively to see any signs of glee. Finding nothing, he continued, “I have a business I need to attend to with an old friend of mine and I am expecting you to behave here while I am gone. Could you do and promise that, son?”

Harry smiled reassuringly, trying his best not to show any excitement whatsoever. “I promise, Papa.” He answered convincingly.

“Recite the rules, then, Harry.” ordered Lucius, softly. “What will you do while I’m gone?”

Harry sat straighter and more properly as if he was about to give a declaration speech. “I will not interact to any stranger without your permission. I will stay hidden in my room and make as less noise as possible. I will maintain the tower clean, especially your room. I will read the books you got me until I memorize them.” He recited as he was told, ticking off on his fingers as he did.

“Impressive, Harry. I’m glad I’ve made myself clear,” Lucius drawled, wiping the corners of his mouth with a piece of cloth and standing up to leave. He gave Harry further instructions about clearing the dishes away and for his son to get to bed while he prepares for the next morning.

Harry watched his father’ retreating figure and as the door closed, he let out a long sigh. He gave a casual wave towards the table’s way and all the plates and glasswares cleared and vanished from sight, only to reappear the next moment to their appropriate places. “I love magic,” whispered Harry in awe, staring at the clean tidied tabletop but then a shrewd voice nearly made him jump out of his skin.


Lucius was still there, just within earshot. Harry’s heart drummed, he didn’t like the tone his father elicited.

“Yes, Papa?”

A hard impatient tap of a foot was heard and Harry quickly supplied, “Y-Yes! Magic is forbidden and not to be used; this is my last warning and I swear to not do it ever again!”

Not again, please… please, not again… not again…

Lucius’ imposing figure returned and it glided towards Harry’s way and gestured for the boy’s arm.

Harry didn’t move a muscle, hesitating to obey his father’s rule as he just stood there, staring into grey cold boring eyes.

The atmosphere was so intense it was almost palpable. “Now, Harry.” Lucius’ cold commanding drawl intoned.

The dark-haired boy rolled up his sleeve to show his cream pallor arm. Another arm, a stronger and longer one, seized it and pressed it down the table. Lucius held Harry’s arm in place as he took out a sharp pointed dagger from his belt pocket, lowered its edge to the exposed skin and stroked deeply, slowly. Once, twice, thrice… another and another. Five deep cuts adorned Harry’s arm and the boy only allowed a single desperate whimper to escape his lips, almost inaudibly.

“Let it bleed for an hour, I want the impending scar to be a reminder of your disobedience. Now, go to your room.” With his last instruction which Harry nodded shakily at, Lucius stalked out of the room.

Harry didn’t dawdle that long in the kitchens and merely wrapped a towel around his bleeding arm, wincing from the stinging pain before following his father out of the dining room but heading the other direction.

His room was not small, nor was it particularly big. It was only fit for a bed, a nightstand, and a small worktable. If Harry were to stand to his full height, he would bang his head on the ceiling. He slouched his way to his bed and there he sat, making sure that his arm wasn’t bleeding anymore. Having had to clean all the trails of blood stains left by it as he walked to his room manually wasn’t how he was planning to spend his week of freedom even if it was only by staying alone in his lonely solitude of tower.


His emerald doleful eyes found the window and he caught a glimpse of a shooting star. He squeezed his eyes shut and solemnly thought for his wish, ‘I wish that one day, I could explore the outside and see the firework up close than just from my window.’ Then with this as his last hopeful thought, he lay back down against the mattress and let unconsciousness claim him.

The following morning, Harry first found it odd to eat alone. Even though his father could be so contemptuously cold at times, the blonde magician never failed to show his affection through simple things. The man would always have time for Harry to join him during meals.

The first thing he did after he had taken a good breakfast was to hide the silver rope in his father’s enchanted chest which was a sturdy green box and store it in Lucius’ room.

Harry sat at his small worktable that was near the window and looked out it. The sun shone brightly, the birds chirped happily, and the wind gently blew, all these signaling a new graciously good day. After gathering enough inspiration, Harry began to draw on his reserved paper. He dipped the tip of his quill into the ink bottle, stroked once the familiar fine lines until it formed an amiable shape which turned into a whole new image, but the same idea and content. It was a handsome young man with clear blue eyes standing amidst the beautiful greeneries of a garden. For some reason, Harry looked up from his drawing and out the window. There, standing and staring back at him, was the same boy he saw last week and the true inspiration of his drawings, but this time… unlike the last, the mysterious boy saw him.
Harry panicked.

His eyes grew large and he frantically lowered his upper body to hide under his desk. “Ow!” He hissed in pain as his head banged the edge of the table in the process. It was the very first time since he had known that another pair of eyes other than his father’s stoic grey ones looked at him. And they were the most expressive, yet mysterious set of blues, not to mention extremely beautiful.

Harry didn’t dare breathe or even succumb to the urge of rubbing his sore forehead, let alone move a single muscle. The boy will just go away, Harry was sure. He would think that there was no way another being was living in this deep part of the woods. There was just no reason for him to notice…

“Is someone up there? I’m certain I saw you, young man.”
The voice was nice and pleasing, deep and full-toned; it was almost like a melody by just the simple few words that were uttered. Harry could not sense any threat to it but his father’s words rang in his mind in reminder.
Never trust a stranger.

But there was something about the voice that made Harry curious. The voice was loud and clear and almost inviting. Even his father’s voice didn’t have that much intensity when the blonde man calls to him from below. Then, the answer automatically struck Harry. Magic.

How was he doing it? Was the boy a magician as well as his father and possibly him, Harry, himself? Harry pushed himself up to his feet and stood by the window, looking down upon the boy. He just noticed he was riding a horse. He hadn’t seen one before up close, it was rare for any creatures to pass by his tower, but he knew it was a horse. A very beautiful white one. His eyes found the clear blue ones and he eyed the other boy speculatively. “Who are you?” asked Harry.

The stranger got off the white horse and stood straight in his full elegance as if to proudly introduce himself and so he did. “I’m Tom Marvolo Riddle, the prince of Kingdom Slytherin. I lost my way from our palace grounds or so that was what I was planning on telling my troop of guards…” The corner of his lips curled up in a mischievous smirk, “You see, I’m adventurous but the king wouldn’t allow me freedom unless with guidance. I went forth on my own and found your high and mighty of a tower, I was curious.”

Harry was simply silent for a long moment. He was contemplating whether or not to entertain the prince. He wasn’t even completely sure what that term meant. Tom Riddle was clearly expecting for Harry’s own introduction and response and judging by the looks of it, he wasn’t one to be left waiting. The young handsome man made to move and fearing a rare chance and opportunity will slip away, he readily said, “I’m Harry, on the other hand. I live here with my father… my Papa, Lucius who is currently not here but will surely come back again,” Harry said the last part as if it was something huge and big.

He saw Tom Riddle incline his head in a simple nod, his handsome features taking on a contemplative look. What was he thinking now?
“Is there by any chance… another exit or opening of this tower other than your small window?”

“No…” Was Harry’s hesitant very low answer.
“I beg your pardon?”

“I said there isn’t. There’s no other… outlet here other than this window.”

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