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Tarnished Lion	By : InvidiaRed Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 56639 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: I make no money off of this fanfiction. Harry Potter and its world isn't mine. Any and all resemblance is entirely coincidental. Again, All fun and practice.

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They drove in silence.
Harry watched the warehouses increase.
The roads turned from rustic to heavy with industry until he saw a sign which read INDUSTRIAL ZONE The traffic slowly tapered off and then became nonexistent as the man pulled into the furthest warehouse from the long row of them. They had drove for quite a while.
Harry had to get that photograph and destroy it. His emerald eyes looked over at the man who just held the wheel after he had turned the vehicle off.
“What am I going to do with you?” Harry asked. His curse seemed to have addled the man who meant to torture him.
“I could kill you. Give you a better death than you would have given me. I know the words” Harry could probably kill him with Avada Kedavra. He’d rather not test it.
Harry could end the imperius curse and render him unable to do anything. However, that didn’t mean that the muggles couldn’t find someway to enable him to tell them what he saw.
“You think on whether or not you deserve to live. Considering, you were going to torture a kid. So you think long and hard on any idea that could let me not kill you.” Harry got out of the car.
Harry looked around and saw no one and he strode over to the warehouse door. It was locked, even if it was the warehouse from his glimpse in that man’s mind.
Harry scratched his head for a moment and looked around.
All or nothing.
Harry supposed. He whispered the unlocking charm and the door opened and he sealed the door behind himself
“Colloportus” There was a loud squelching sound as Harry locked himself in. He was going to do this.
He was not going to be confined with the Dursleys anymore. He wouldn’t allow it. Even if the ministry wouldn’t admit Voldermort’s return.
There was a loud flush. Coming from down the corridor someone had just got done with the loo. Harry hurried his pace.
A mature man took a step out and his eyes widened with surprise as Harry passed him by. Harry slashed out.
“Diffindo” He muttered. There was a wet splash and a sudden gurgle. Harry forced himself to not look back.
To not care. As he heard a body hit the floor. Harry looked at the hallway of doors and he picked the nearest one.
He opened it with wand a the ready. It was empty. Harry gave a sigh of relief. He looked for the dentist chair.
From door to door he opened peered inside and closed them. The dark mark on his thigh began to burn for a moment before it faded.
Harry looked down the hallway disappointed. It was were business was taken care of. Harry opened the door quietly. The door to the warehouse proper. He propped it open with his body and his foot so he could retreat quickly.
There in the middle of the otherwise abandoned warehouse.
There was a dentist chair and a table at its side. Something felt off to Harry. Perhaps the openness of the warehouse.
Considering that his caution proved itself. Harry wasn’t going to take a chance that this wasn’t a trap.
“Accio Photograph!” Harry expected it to fly from the table. To his surprise it did not come from the table at all.
It flew from the ceiling of all places. Harry caught it easily as he back pedaled and the door closed in front of him.
There was the photograph in his hands. A strange red droplet was fresh on the corner. As it stained the photograph. Blood.
There was a loud bang, and something whizzed by his ear and Harry back tracked. Harry was being fired upon. As a bullet through the metal door with peeling white paint.
A Gunshot.
The darkness rose up within him. Someone was attempting to kill him.
Turnabout was fair play.
The Dark Arts sang to him so sweetly as the spell came to the forefront of his mind.
He waved his wand around him in a circle. As Harry darted far from the reach of the door and the would-be killer hiding in the rafters.
If the ministry wanted to deny the return of Voldermort. He wondered if they’d try to cover up another one.
He wanted to see what the ministry would do.
Denial or acceptance?
Harry chuckled of another dark lord.
“Protego Diabolica!” The rush as the darkness surged within him like a tidal wave. He felt great, powerful. His wand sprayed black flames and Harry casually threw the photograph through the enchanted flames.
The photograph touched the warehouse wall before it was consumed. For a moment nothing happened before the wall caught aflame. The black fire raced across its surface igniting the floor and the ceiling. A contagion of black fire.
So much power. The black flames raced all around him a loyal pet. He was untouched even as he felt the touch of heat of the enchanted dark flames.
The body combusted immediately as did the blood and so much more. The fire moved of its own volition and seemed almost to relish in consuming the warehouse. It let him leave unmolested as it raced up the walls of the warehouse.
Harry muttered the unlocking charm and the door swung wide and he shut the door behind himself. He strode towards the car.
He got in in the passenger side.
“Drive me away from here.” He commanded and the man started the car and he pulled the car out of is resting position.
Harry lowered the window with a button press and pointed his wand out.
The spell to conjure the dark mark would do if what he thought wouldn’t work. He wanted the ministry to know he was there.
He focused and forced his vision upon the spell as he unleashed it. As the darkness surged within him. It was necessary for his survival and simply would not do that any would confuse him.
For Voldermort.
“Morsmordre!” As the sun set a snarling black lion appeared a grinning skull underneath its feet. A harrowing false constellation.
As Harry pulled his arm back into the car and they drove off. As the black flames erupted from the inside to consume the outside of warehouse as well.
Harry watched it all disappear as the killer turned the corner and he could no longer see what he had done. Hidden by the long rows of warehouses.

Harry had his would-be killer drive for some time. Watching the modern roads go rustic was surprisingly soothing.
“Pullover.” The older man obeyed, and he pulled off to the side of the road.
“Take your time and speak slowly. Did you think you deserve to live?” The imperius curse had addled the man for sure.
“I-I K-kkn-ow a traf-f-i-ck-er.” The man forced out. Harry could absolutely kill this man and he pointed his wand at him.
Harry however found that he couldn’t just say the words.
“Drive me to them.” Harry whispered hoping he wasn’t going to regret this act of mercy.
What he did know for certain. Whom ever they were they had a meeting with an imperio. The moment he had a chance.
“N-need to -c-call fir-st” The man stuttered out.
Harry couldn’t help but feeling he was slipping into a hole he’d never get out of. He reminded himself he had defended himself. At least that's what he kept telling himself.
“Then take us somewhere where you can.” Harry grumped and the man nodded and started up the car.
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