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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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His mother’s voice crying out to him lengthened and warbled and seemed to stretched on forever. There in the dark, as he held Dudley’s shirt in a firm hold.
It was much more than darkness.
The chill bore down on him.
Harry fought against it with all his might.
Lightless he heard the rasping sound of the dementors.
As all the good things in his mind were drowned by the overwhelmingly negative ones.
Harry felt as if he was incapable of any cheerful thought.
And then.
It made contact with its horrible scabrous touch. Yet, Harry refused to succumb to nothingness. He fought back with everything he had. He had no plans of dying at the hands of a dementor.
Harry saw his trembling hand. As the moment of his first accidental murder repeated itself. He looked down the length of his wand. He knew what was going to happen.
His hand trembled and to his greatest dismay. His hand disrupted his aim his wand’s target veered off.
There inside his mind bearing down at him with terrible recollection. He had aimed to disarm but truly he had wanted the man to be dead.
In that moment he hadn’t a care about the mugger’s life. He was as bad as Voldermort himself. Uncaring and pitiless as the moment he had struck down that wretched rat.
That cowardly vermin. For the bastard had been unworthy of life.
Unworthy.
The moment blurred and Harry was hammered and bombarded with the unhappy horrible moments of his life that blasted any joyful thought away.
Again and again he was thrown into the cupboard. Bullied by the very people who should have been his friends for the strange happenings that occurred around him.
Bullied by family that should have loved him but all they saw was a freak.
He was a freak.
Alright.
A freak that was tired of snide remarks.
That his parents had died in a car crash.
That they were drunks and the Dursleys spared no expense to remind him just how unwanted and unloved he was.
No more.
Harry wasn’t going to take it anymore.
Fuck it.
If the world was going to mistreat him and hurt him.
Then perhaps, the world would understand blood for blood-
“Kneel”
Harry rasped.
Harry slowly came to.
He felt weightless for a moment until he realized he heard that horrid sucking sound was right infront of his face. He could practically feel the dementor touching his lips.
Harry didn’t fight the darkness coursing through him. He wouldn’t bother anymore.
All that had accomplished was him nearly having his soul ripped out through his mouth. It bubbled up within him.
“I said KNEEL!”
Harry roared accompanied by a crescendo of breaking glass scattering on concrete. There sightless Harry was dropped onto his feet. He felt the tattered cloak drift against him. The bitter chill felt like it had seeped into his being.
Moments away from being soulless husk.
Of ceasing to exist.
The dementor had knelt and had let him go.
He wanted to know who dared to make him relive the worst moments of his life. There was a horrid gasping sound quite different from the normal dementor gasping sound.
It took Harry a few moments to realize that the dementor was laughing at him and then the dementor spoke.
Its voice was like whisper as a breeze racing against a tomb. Rough and utterly devoid of life itself. Grating as nails on a chalkboard.
It spoke two words before it started laughing again.
Taunting him.
“Dolores Umbridge”
“Get OUT!”
Harry demanded and just for a single heartbeat. He felt the dementor’s fingers tease his chin. There was the sound of movement.
Harry felt his heart hammering in his chest. Yet, he did not move from his spot. He dared not move the stationary position he had been dropped in.
He shivered and his fingers felt numb. It wasn’t until the his heart returned to normal. That the unnatural chill and the disturbing enhanced darkness the dementors had brought with them had dissipated.
The distant illumination of streetlights pervaded the dead underpass. The even more distant barely perceptible stars of the night sky shone.
He shifted and the sound of broken glass crunched beneath his feet.
There was Dudley crumpled unresponsive in a heap next to him. Harry’s heart raced.
For a moment Harry genuinely thought Dudley had been kissed. He prodded him with his foot and to his relief Dudley groaned.
Harry gave a unexpected sigh of relief. Harry’s foot lashed out just to be sure. Dudley cried out.
Like a dam giving way. Harry just started kicking. Raining down blows indiscriminately upon the large bulk that was Dudley and he didn’t stop until his leg felt tired.
Harry regretfully stopped and to his satisfaction.
He had kicked the bloody shit out of Dudley. A cruel smile forced its way on his face. This was the second time he had helped Dudley.
Bruises slowly blossomed all over Dudley’s body and his eyes had begun to swell.
Like the pig Dudley was he started spewing.
The rank stench of vomit assaulted his nose and then his other end started spewing.
Harry stepped back. Dudley coughed and groaned. Harry looked down on the pig was Dudley.
Pathetic. His soul had almost been ripped out and for what?! A bloody pig.
Yet, he took pity on himself and in the darkness of the underpass. He mumbled a cleaning charm to get rid of the smell and then he crept away and quietly as he could. Then he turned back and loudly exclaimed.
“Dudley are you in there? Dudley, Your mother is throwing a fit!”
“Dudley? Bloody Hell! Dudley you’ve been mugged!!” As Harry loudly stepped and crushed the glass beneath him.
It took some serious work but Harry managed to get Dudley on his feet before he checked to make sure his wand was at his side.
He half walked; half dragged Dudley’s fat bulk back towards Privet Drive. Harry huffed and was winded as he managed to get his cousin up the drive.
He truthfully managed to get to the door before he knocked with effort as the sticky foulness clung to Dudley’s clothes.
He had never been so grateful to see when Vernon opened the door.
“He’s been mugged.”
Harry breathlessly exclaimed distantly in the Dursley’s residence.
Petunia screamed. Thankfully, Vernon decided not to be useless and helped Dudley inside.
Harry helped them into the bathroom as Vernon fully took over.
Just before the bathroom door closed. Vernon looked at him clearly uncomfortable.
“Thank you. Harry.”
Harry nodded numbly before he walked to his bedroom locked the door securely behind himself.
Harry was physically exhausted and mentally drained. He kicked off his trainers and whispered the cleaning charm.
Until his trainers were perfectly clean.
Until Harry felt he was completely clean.
He shucked off his clothing and made sure they too were spotless and then he wandered over to the lightswitch and turned out the lights.
As he climbed under the covers and then and only then.
Did Harry allow himself to smile.
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