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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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“It would be easier to just to kill you.” Harry said.
The imperius curse on another person was a life sentence in Azkaban. The man just kept his hands on the driving wheel as they waited.
“Speak as slow as you need to. Do you think you deserve to live?” Harry commanded. He had been shot at today?
“ The…. Trafficker…Can.Make me…. Disappear. “
Harry’s baleful green eyes turned on the man.
“That’s not what I asked you.”
The man started shaking.
“Nn-No” Harry started chuckling darkly.
“I might as well tell you. What I did to you was forever.” Harry leaned over and whispered in the man’s ear.
“I want you to fight me you know. I want you to throw off my control… Because.” Harry smiled.
“Without it, you’re just a loony. A worthless crazy.” Harry laughed as he pulled away from the shuddering man. As he looked out the window.
“That has to suck. Forced to obey the child you were going to murder.” Harry caught a brief glimpse of his emerald eyes in a reflection and he didn’t recognize who stared back at him.
Harry clapped his hands together. Before he clutched his wand ready to point it at any threat.
“I take it back. I’m not going to kill you. You’re going to live for a very long time.”
The man’s shuddering abruptly ceased. Harry blinked all it took for the man to stop attempting to throw off his curse was that he changed his mind. Really?
“I’ve killed enough today.” Harry just soothingly rubbed his inflamed scar with a thumb and looked out the window.
“Does it get easier?” He muttered to out loud not really expecting an answer.
The man nodded
“Yes.”
Harry just stared at the man incredulously.
If anyone would know it would be the murderer at the wheel.
“Thanks for the tip.” Harry replied dryly.
“Your Welcome.” Stated the man. Harry shivered as he got out.
First chance he got to home. His real home. He'd raid the library or pester Hermione to teach him some good warming charms.
Hogwarts. Harry's heart clenched at its longing.
Home.

“Lumos”
Harry bade and his wand lit up. The days had trickled down and Sirius’s promise loomed large. So close to freedom. He could taste it.
He wouldn’t allow anyone to ruin it. Harry didn’t like the feeling of being murderous but it was there it lurked at the back of his mind.
The dark lion prowled. In a small part of his mind came a question. Was it paranoia if they really were out to get him?
Harry hurriedly picked up his wand.
“Nox” His wand extinguished. He couldn’t help but feel something lurked beyond his vision. Harry dressed warmly and ate with the Dursleys.
Harry smiled and was amazed that he was having a good day with the Dursleys. Normalcy but take away the clothes and Harry’s tattoos were there.
Everyone needed that sense of normalcy. Harry was confident that it would snow soon. The morning frost lingered long after it should have vanished.
Harry went to grab the bin bag full of rubbish only for Dudley to have already picked it up.
Harry blinked and looked at both Vernon and Petunia who seemed equally mystified by Dudley’s antic the front door had already audibly clicked shut.
Well… That was weird even for Dudley. Oh yeah this had a Dudley trap written all over it. He wasn’t in the mood for Harry hunting.
So he just washed dishes by hand. Petunia and Vernon had been completely thrown off their routine and it showed and the awkwardness lingered.
Vernon finally spoke up.
“Did you ask him?” Harry shook his head. Harry flat out wasn’t willing to risk anything that could put his impending freedom at risk.
So he stayed and helped Petunia with all the chores. Surely, Dudely would understand Harry had seen right through this tactic?
Harry just finished laundry when the thought entered his mind. He couldn’t help it the idea of Dudley on his knees begging was a…
Tempting one.
He didn’t even have to do it himself. Once Barty had been reminded of his place. Granted Dudley was thick in the head no matter what Vernon said but he did have brawn on his side.
Surely, Barty could teach even a troll obedience right? Harry forced that fantasy down.
No, Fantasy was worth the attention of the ministry who more than likely had him on their sights. Harry’s green eyes narrowed.
And so Harry finished up and decided to take a nap. Harry woke softly and stretched the sun had set. Harry yawned as he got up.
Petunia approached him her hands clenching and unclenching her worrying clear. Dudley hadn’t come back.
Strange enough on its own. The pit in harry’s stomach dropped this wasn’t good.
Apparently, one summer without anything happening was too much to ask.
Harry sighed resigned.
“I’ll find him Petunia.” Harry bade before she even opened her mouth and she froze for a moment and then looked at him with gratitude. She hadn’t wanted to ask.
… Maybe he really did have a hero complex? Harry gloomily zipped himself up warmly. His gray jacket would have to be enough.
Harry clutched the doorhandle.
Dudley was going to owe him and Harry had no intention of letting that go. Harry stepped out side and let the door close behind him.
The moment he crossed the boundaries of the house. Past the perfectly trimmed yard. Harry shivered.
Something was out there in the lengthening shadows. There were a lot of dark creatures in the world.
One in particular he despised making him hear the death of his mother again and again.
Dementors.
He could only hope he’d seen the last of them. Considering, he probably lost the use of his patronous.
And he had no wish to discover the truth of it. Since to use a patronous but to be unworthy…
Was to be devoured by maggots that erupted from one’s own wand.
“Just great.”
Harry muttered now he wouldn’t be able to get that out of his head.
Harry’s apprehension grew as one by one he checked off Dudley’s various spots.
He knew them because they were places he didn’t want to be.
And Dudley was nowhere to be found.
What an Arse.
Harry thought darkly.
Dudley would absolutely owe him for this. Harry had checked all the various spots that massive bully and his supposed friends dwelled all except for one place.
The underpass. If there was going to be a trap.
That was where it would be. A whole lot of graffiti found itself all over its walls. Even Dudley had left his mark here with his friends.
Harry was cautious whatever was in the dark that was coming. He wanted to be inside before it found him.
The underpass was desolate and there in the corner it reeked of alcohol.
There was Dudley laying in a puddle of his own vomit. Harry’s shoulders sagged it was sad. Harry looked around the empty underpass.
Not a creature stirred.
He vanished all traces of Dudley’s accident and rid of any evidence of Dudley’s illicit drinking. Before, he put his wand back.
The industrial lights over them began to flicker in its blue white light.
Harry kicked Dudley awake.
“Wake up, We’re going home. WAKE UP!!” Harry shouted. To his satisfaction his blows finally made Dudley sit up.
Those piggish eyes looked up at him.
“I can’t believe you got shagged before me.” Dudley hiccupped.
“What you got that I don’t?” Harry pinched the bridge of his nose.
“A few lovers for starters. I’m also told not being an idiot helps.” Harry smiled.
Dudley moved to sit up and Harry placed his foot firmly on Dudley’s crotch and he put weight onto it until Dudley winced.
Harry glared into those drunken eyes.
“I didn’t come out to help you. You owe me which is to say. Your ass is mine.”
Dudley looked up at him in pain.
“I’m not a poof.” Harry ground his shoe as painfully as he could. Dudley was a bit of a troll. Dudley cried out in pain.
“The only thing that matters is what I want. Now get up.” Harry rasped as relinquished his foot and trotted off.
“Or do you want Petunia to know you’ve been drinking?” Harry looked down at his cousin in concern.
It took a long moment for the drunken bully to realize he was trapped.
Dudley managed to get himself up and walk precariously behind.
The end of the Underpass was in sight. Harry shivered at the sudden cold.
His breath suddenly visible in the air. Harry’s green eyes widened.
Frost raced across the entrance of the Underpass. Coating the walls and concrete floor. The blue white lights flickered ominously. A greying hand mottled with decay clutched the side of the Underpass.
A Dementor. The distant cry of his mother trickling in his ear as the black cloak came into view.
Harry turned around and promptly passed Dudley in a manner of moments. He grabbed Dudley by his shirt and made his way towards the other side of the Underpass.
Blocking the entrance was a skeletal figure wreathed in a tattered black robe. Its gasping, grasping breathes sucking all the hope out of the air.
The light overhead battled for a moment. Flickering and desperately attempting to remain on inface of inhuman evil.
A battle the muggle invention lost as it shattered the moment the layer of frost touched it.
The scream of his dying mother grew loud in his ears.
The Ministry was attempting to assassinate him.
The thought enraged Harry as he was drowned in darkness.
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