The Heir to the House of Prince Quotes

“My life and my secrets.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Hush, farzandam,”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“My life and my secrets”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Fucking Venice, Harry thinks bleakly. Losing two godfathers for the price of one.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“This is how the world ends..." Lupin whispers.

"Not with a bang but with a Weasley," Severus snorts, unable to stop himself.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“What you call them ... Shadowhunters?"
"Pretentious pricks with angel blood and glowy sticks.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Am I ... am I bleeding on the rug? He'll be so pissed with me."

"I am not."

Harry is surprised by the sudden, rushing relief he feels when he hears that familiar, drawling, deadly soft voice. Thank fucking Christ for that. Light footsteps, then a dark, frowning face, glowering down over him.

"Not dead," Harry croaks.

"I do not enjoy this as a theme," Snape snarls.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Fuck," Harry breathes.

"In my language we say cazzo," Blaise mutters back.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“You have to leave, " Severus repeats, trying to push the wolf away and only meeting firm shoulder muscles littered with scars. Lupin has lost a cardigan. And a shirt. Severus does not remember removing them but he is currently holding the sleeve of a ripped shirt which he drops, dazedly, lowering his lips to brush against a large, puckered wound across his bicep. Terrible idea. Best fucking idea I have ever had.

"Then tell me to," Lupin has a fist full of Severus' hair and yanks his face up. Lupin's pupils are blown wide, dark moons with a ring of amber. There is no regret there. And tomorrow he shall be gone.

"I will." Severus pushes the half naked wolf away and brushes past him, grabbing his wrist at the last minute to pull him along to the bedroom. Lupin's thin torso is robed in wounds and marks like an ancient tree with names carved into the bark. Cartography of scars. I shall map every single fucking one. "Later.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Do not be a bloody fool, it doesn't suit you," Severus sneers.

"That might be the best compliment you've ever given me,”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Lupin's eyes widen in the middle of his recitation which he is pulling out of some far corner of knowledge that Severus cannot fathom.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“He despises it when the child is ill-mannered, even though no one has ever called Severus charming. Perhaps I can enlist Narcissa to educate him. Severus imagines her reply almost instantly. Such education never altered your attitude, Severus, why should your son be different?”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Harry stares at the circle. He can't help but hear the song of it, the remnants of it. Broken, discordant, unsatisfied. Jesus fucking hell. If Harry wasn't sure that Sirius was capable of this kind of utter bullshit all on his own, Harry might think all of this was Voldemort. First the obscurus, then the Black magic, and now this. Why does everything want Sirius dead?”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Kreacher wants all the curly wurly's," Kreacher snaps.

"Yeah, yeah, well when I've taken over the world and become the new dark lord they're all pissing themselves about, I'll arrange that for you," Harry snorts.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“He catches Lupin's gaze, his eyes snagging on it. Amber fire.”
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“Sirius wants to come with me," he says dully. "I don't know how to say no."

Never were truer words spoken.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Snape's face is a picture of furious concern and Harry rolls his eyes.
"Not dead," he sighs.
"Jesus fucking Merlin," Snape mutters under his breath.
"Language," Harry snorts and Snape reaches down, very slowly, to press his fingers against Harry's neck for a pulse. It's a measure of how stressed the potions master is that he doesn't rise to the bait and just stares at Harry's throat as if counting the pulse visually. Harry rolls his eyes.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“dully. To know I could have it now, to be complete with it, if only I had let Sirius die.
"Harrison!"
Harry opens his eyes to see Snape and Magnus staring down at him. Snape's face is a picture of furious concern and Harry rolls his eyes.
"Not dead," he sighs.
"Jesus fucking Merlin," Snape mutters under his breath.
"Language," Harry snorts and Snape reaches down, very slowly, to press his fingers against Harry's neck for a pulse. It's a measure of how stressed the potions master is that he doesn't rise to the bait and just stares at Harry's throat as if counting the pulse visually. Harry rolls his eyes.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“You will never shun us again, a voice speaks, a clearer, darker baritone. Harry feels a chill. The voice of the first Black, the Black Prince as Sirius calls him, echoes in Harry's mind. You shall bear our mantle all of your eternal life. You shall take it upon your shoulders when it passes to you. You shall give us your heart and your mind as no Lord has done since we were made. We shall be your ravens and you shall bear us forth as of old.”
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“Does it get better?" Harrison asks tautly. "Do you … miss him as much as you did when he was first …?"
"Yes," Severus swallows hard. The loss of Regulus is just as Harrison described, a gaping hole inside of him that can never be filled. Yet the hole is not the same as it was thirteen years ago. "As much but not identically."
"I don't understand," Harrison frowns.
"You will," Severus says. "Facts are not changed by time. People die. We mourn. They are still dead."
Eileen. Tobias. Lily. Regulus. All dead. All always, always dead.
"Still dead," Harrison murmurs softly. Then his eyes fix on Severus. "Last question?"
"Proceed."
"How do …" Harrison swallows. "How do you survive?"
I do not fucking know.
Yet here he is, alive. Surviving. With a child who also, miraculously, still persists in living.
"The world … changes," Severus looks down at the Prince ring and thinks of Eileen. Princes survive, Sev. That is our gift. "It … continues to turn. We continue to exist. The mere fact of surviving enables survival.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Regulus was like me, Mags, he couldn't love anyone ..."
Severus resists the urge to walk back down and tell Black how fucking wrong he is.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“I care not," Severus says. Black's healing process interests him not a whit and he glares at the man. "I do not care for your childish obsession that you have somehow been wronged by me either, but you will not speak to my child like any of this is his fault!”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Enough, " Severus clenches his fists, desperately holding every curse inside him, trembling from head to foot. "I loved him, I protected him, I sheltered him, I took the Mark to keep him safe, I would have married him had he lived and when he died I perished so do not ," Severus hisses, perilously low, breath coming in heaving gasps. He hates this man, this man who survived when Regulus did not. The wrong Black brother. "Do not speak to me about your brother.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“The Malfoy's leave but Andromeda stays put, glaring at Severus with complete dislike. She does not trust me, Severus thinks. Good.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Are we going or what?" Harrison demands. Severus can see the tension in the boy's jaw, small signs of agitation that seem to be hidden from the others by a mask of general bored, insolence. How many times in the past did I think him arrogant and he was really distressed?”
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“You are … suitable," Albus looks as if he never thought he would be saying such words about Magnus Bane. "If the magic will permit it."
"There is not a Black house on earth that has ever been warded against me," Magnus smiles.
"Of course not," Narcissa rolls her blue eyes.
"Why would there be when you sneak your way into all of them anyway?" Andromeda mutters, glaring at the man who, it seems, all the daughters of the House of Black find insufferable. For the first time, Severus feels an unexpected wave of affinity with Andromeda Black-Tonks.”
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“Harrison bites his lip and for a fleeting moment, looks truly fifteen. Severus has a sudden urge to drag the boy out of the room, to take him straight back to Spinners End, to Lupin and his gentle eyes and command the damned elf to make a fucking treacle tart. He wonders, briefly, if this is what parenting feels like.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“Voldemort had all my screams.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“I expect to bleed out alone in a forest.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince

“I miss you, Ced. Fuck you for dying.
I hate you, Tom. Fuck you for not dying.”
― elph13, The Heir to the House of Prince