Parselenic

Fealty

Fealty

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Paraselenic
Fealty / fidelity to a lord

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Harry looked up from his half meditative state. "What am I going to do, Dante? This meeting with Tom is important; we have to put the finishing touches on our plan for Halloween."

Dante tapped his fingers against the hard cover of his book, face expressionless but eyes narrowed. "You need to discover his loyalties or kill him. Simple as that. If he is loyal, you tell him who you are and you go to your meeting… if he is not, then you kill him."

Harry sighed and crumpled in half, hitting his forehead on his knees, "I didn't want risks like this this early. I don't want any hints thrown out until at least Christmas. I can't afford to be found out, yet!"

"You need to discover his loyalties, Mylläkkä, it is not a matter of your wants. You cannot afford to have a traitor running around."

Harry sighed and tugged on his short hair roughly, yanking it while his eyes glossed over. "But how… "

Dante let out a huff of air. "Well, I hope your acting skills are up to par."

"Eh?"

Dante closed his eyes and waited for Harry to actually use his enhanced senses; he knew when the younger vampire had by the curses that left his lips.

"Where is his aura?!"

"He obviously underestimated me, thinking that merely masking his aura would keep me in the dark. However, he is wearing boots on stone, no matter how softly he walks it resonates."

Harry cursed again and met eyes with his instructor. "So we put on a show, then?"

Dante smirked. "Of course, Mylläkkä."

Harry waited until he could feel Snape's heartbeat just outside the room before beginning, mentally scowling at what he was being forced into. "Damnit, Dante. I forgot to tell you… you wouldn't believe that git Snape! He gave me a detention tomorrow evening… now what am I going to do?"

"Calm down. I will… convince the man otherwise." Dante let a small smirk drift across his face, and the implications nearly sent Harry chuckling.

Trying to retain his straight face, Harry sighed. "You'll do no such thing, Dante. I still don't know where his allegiances lie, and until I do you are to remain inconspicuous… " he coughed to cover his amusement. "Well, as inconspicuous as you get."

"Brat."

"But you love me anyway," Harry said with a sly grin, making Dante snort and roll his eyes.

"Whatever you say, Mylläkkä. Have you been bothering that poor blond lately?"

Harry laughed and closed his eyes, grinning widely. "Lucius? Ah, I miss Pretty… I've hardly had any time to entertain myself with him."

"He's twice your age," Dante deadpanned.

"He is not! He's only in his forties!" Harry waved his arms about, fully immersed in his role and ignoring the exasperated glare from Dante.

A sigh. "You are such a child."

Harry glared with really annoyance. "And you're an old man, Dante. Since when does age matter to Vampires, anyway?"