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. |
His stomach growled and he exited his room.
He hurried down the stairs the darkness surged within him. He wanted to talk with Sirius and get that wretched house elf away from this place. He made it to the ground floor.
Harry was cautious. But he did need to know how much he could get away with. Without drawing attention to himself.
Harry heard voices in the kitchen.
Grimmauld Place was old.
The darkness here was faded but not gone. His steps stilled to a stop. The smell of delightful cooking food faded.
Like a finger down his spine.
Harry shivered. This feeling of unease was unusual. Certainly not natural.
He hadn’t really explored this new “home” yet. He looked back towards the kitchen that looked so inviting.
No one had seen him yet. He saw Molly with her back turned waving her wand. Overseeing knives slice vegetables.
He drew his wand and slinked off back to the first floor off to explore. There was an occupied bedroom, a bathroom and a drawing room.
There in a corner was a rattling, shaking writing desk.
Large windows oversaw the street, The muggles going on about their lives without knowing their magical kin lived afraid of what they were truly capable of.
Harry’s emerald eyes looked around. The massive fireplace flanked by two ornate glass cabinets. Harry paced the room for a moment.
The Dark Arts was here in this room.
He was sure of it. The writing desk cabinet trembled as he got close.
“Come out, Come out wherever you are.” Harry pointed at the cabinet.
“Alohomora!” There was a click. Yet, the boggart did not emerge.
Harry expected a dementor for a moment. He could command them.
What emerged was an exultant hiss, A wand emerged and Harry dove to the ground.
A jet of green light flew over his head as it connected with the glass cabinet behind him and exploded. The unrepentant sound of broken glass cascading on the floor.
Harry jumped up his wand ready to confront whatever form the horrid boggart took. Harry’s green eyes widened in horror.
It had not taken the form of a dementor.
What looked at him with baleful green-eyed glare and a hateful smile.
It was himself.
It snarled at him with a jubilant hiss. Miniature corpses of best mates at his feet.
Hermione’s bushy hair obscured her face as her head had been entirely twisted around. Ron’s body was bloody and broken.
“Riddikulus!”
Harry rasped there was a crack. The version of himself changed. He beheld an old fat jolly version of himself.
A harry potter that laughed in joy. Harry swayed it was surreal. A harry potter that was obviously drowned in love and affection.
A Harry Potter that was truly happy.
Despite himself, He couldn’t ignore the infectious laughter and with a loud crack with boggart vanished the moment Harry partook of that truly joyous laughter.
The moment lingered as he felt like a true child again.
Unknown to the dangers of the world.
He heard hurried footsteps as he smiled to himself. There amongst shattered glass was a myriad of objects. There was a locket that caught his attention.
A slumbering darkness that seemed…. Strangely familiar.
He hurriedly picked it up and shoved the locket into his front pocket. Harry hissed. As the happiness bled out of him.
The darkness suddenly surged within him. Power surged within and it coiled around him so sweetly.
“Harry?” Remus exclaimed worriedly as he burst into the room and on his heels was his godfather Sirius.
“Harry!” Sirius looked at him worriedly.
Harry looked around at the mess. Harry unabashedly quipped with a smile.
“There was a boggart. You’re Welcome!”
Sirius barked out laughter suddenly. Remus gave him a soft smile before his face went serious for a moment.
“Harry, you have to be careful” He chided.
“I was careful!” Harry argued.
“You missed a dementor on roller skates smashing into that glass cabinet.” Harry glibly bade.
Remus gave a reluctant half chuckle. Harry put his wand in his holster and opened his arms wide and hugged his godfather readily for a moment. Before he turned towards the stairs.
Sirius and Remus cast the mending charm and the shards and object stored in that glass cabinet returned to its unbroken state.
“Don’t be late. Molly is almost done” Remus went ahead of them and descended the stairs.
“Harry-“ Sirius looked at him guilty.
“I’m sorry-“ Harry hugged him again.
“I forgive you Padfoot.” He flecked Sirius’s nose before he turned.
“After Dinner, We’ll talk about Kreacher.” Harry beamed and Sirius nodded and then they went to the feast that Molly had managed to craft.
Dinner was a delight. A feast that made Harry feel like he’d burst.
He felt full. He felt at peace.
Molly waved her wand and plates flew into the sink. Everything else followed suit.
Harry always made sure to state his thanks.
Harry got up to go.
“Harry, Your friends will be staying over aren’t you excited?” Molly exclaimed as he got up to go.
“The order meeting is tomorrow.” Sirius stated as Remus Lupin elbowed him in the side.
Harry made it to the door. “Arthur will want to talk to you, Harry!”
Harry nodded even as he felt his face flush.
Just why?!
WHY!?
Everyone knew about the “talk”
He’d been fucking for at least a month!
A month! Kinda late for that as far as he was concerned.
Sirius waved him over and they went all the way to Sirius’s room. Who locked the door behind them with a flick of his wand.
“So what did you want to talk to me about Kreacher?” His god father stated
“Remus, told me that you two don’t get along. And why you can’t just present him with clothes.”
Sirius sat on his bed.
“Ah.”
He scratched the back of his head. Looking guilty and sorrowful.
“I shouldn’t have yelled Harry. I-I never wanted Kreacher-”
Harry nodded.
“I know, Remus told me how house-elves can twist orders.”
Harry nodded.
“I know, So here is my idea. Think about it.” Harry sat down next to him admiring the posters of motorcycles and scantily clad women.
“You can’t give him clothes. Because there’d be nothing stopping him from going to Bellatrix. He knows too much about the order and such.”
“So, Give him to me.”
Sirius’s eyes widened.
Harry continued.
“He’s been cooped up in this house for too long. So, I’d merely tell him not to divulge what he has heard by any means and to make sure he can’t cause trouble. I’d send him to Hogwarts. No more mutterings, No more twisted orders. He’s not even taking care of this house.”
Harry finished.
Sirius jumped up excited.
“That’s brilliant, James! I’ll floo Dumbledore!”
Harry’s heartbroke.
“I’m Harry!” He exclaimed but Sirius had already raced from the room. Sirius was clearly overjoyed at the thought being rid of Kreacher.
Harry wasn’t sure if Sirius was his godfather… Or an older brother.
He groaned and covered his face in his hands.
Just why? Why was he doing this? He wondered.
Sirius was the only parent he had.
He remembered that to summon a house-elf you would only need to say their name.
Sirius’s room was cozy. It almost felt like Gryffindor’s common room.
He laid back and was nearly lulled to a quick nap.
While he waited for Sirius.
He was about to drift off when he heard excited footsteps
Sirius burst into the room clearly excited.
“Dumbledore accepted your plan Harry! Kreacher was furious!” Sirius clasped his hands.
Harry jumped up. He shook his head to be awake.
“Harry, you just have to call Kreacher’s name. Now, You just have to be very clear with Kreacher”
Harry coughed and cleared his throat.
“Kreacher.”
There was a crack and Kreacher flung himself to the floor and started cursing. A rather furious temper tantrum.
Harry did not raise his voice.
“Kreacher. Be silent!”
The wizened house elf clutched his throated and just glared at Harry with pure hatred.
“Kreacher. You may not divulge anything you have overheard by any means. Now then, Pick yourself up and go to Hogwarts!”
Harry commanded.
Kreacher reluctantly picked himself off the floor. Gave him another withering glare snapped his fingers and vanished. Sirius looked at him with abundant relief.
“It’s over.”
“Now we will have to learn all those house spells” Harry lamented half serious, but Sirius hugged him mightily. Before releasing him and Harry walked out of Sirius’s room.
“Thank you, Harry!” and messed with his hair fondly. He went to his dresser and picked up a photograph that slipped out of his fingers.
And drifted beneath Sirius’s bed.
Padfoot cursed. Harry was about to use the summoning charm when his mouth went dry. Blood surged down towards his cock.
For Sirius Black got on his knees, bent over and manually reached for the photograph.
Harry gulped. Sirius’s trousers might have been black but they were fitted very well. Quite snug.
Sirius had a great arse.
Harry turned away. As his thoughts went decidedly sexual about his godfather. He wanted to see Sirius beg.
Harry dazedly made his way to his room.
“Harry?-“ Sirius asked before he strode out of his room and handed him a photograph. Sirius looked at him concerned.
“Harry?”
Harry took the photograph and waved Sirius off.
“I’m going to study.” Sirius looked like he was about to say something, but Harry managed to get to his door and close it behind himself.
He used the locking charm and the imperturbable charm. It was then and only then did he look down and acknowledge he was rock hard.
Harry groaned.
“You are going to get me into trouble.” He lamented. He was glad Sirius hadn’t seen his erection that would have been well mortifying.
Harry fumbled his way to his desk and hastily wrote to Barty.
He commanded Barty to send a two-way portkey. If that didn’t work. Barty was to stay with Markus Scarr until further notice. On pain of crucio.
Harry had to check that Voldermort’s loophole would work. There were Anti-Apparition Charms on Hogwarts.
Yet, It had worked. He was assuming that if that loophole had worked at Hogwarts something he would have to check. If Dumbledore hadn’t fixed that loophole. It would make his life much easier.
Grimmauld place had been heavily enchanted with so many protection spells but he wagered that if portkeys weren’t common than perhaps.
It worked.
It had to work before Harry did something he knew he’d regret.
He needed to fuck and he didn’t particularly care who.
It was clear.
Harry wasn’t going to be able to go without for any significant amount of time.
He used a unlocking charm to open the window.
He hurriedly gave Hedwig the letter. She was judging him quite harshly with her eyes as she stretched her wings.
“Bite his fingers until he replies. Find Barty Junior.” He rasped. She took off and flew out the window.
He shuffled to the window and closed it as the cold air assaulted him. Harry dropped his trousers to the ground there was a heavy thud.
He stepped out of his trousers and kicked off his trainers. He scrambled to find yet another vial and to his mounting frustration he was out.
He had crystal phials. He grabbed the closest empty one before the need overcame him. He stroked himself frenzied.
Masturbation seemed to be only able to take the edge of.
He needed to fuck
Harry came into the phial with a grunt. He breathed heavy for a few moments. He could think again clearly.
He sealed the phial with its stopper and hid it with the rest of his potion supplies.
What had come over him?
He tired to think what could have caused it. He looked at his trousers.
The locket.
He held his wand out. The gold glinted clearly through a hole in his pocket.
What a wretched thing. Who was depraved enough to curse a locket so?
Harry carefully stuck his wand into that pocket.
He used his wand to gingerly picked it up and placed it on his desk.
He didn’t dare touch it again. He prodded it with his wand half expecting the locket to attack him.
It was a gold locket. Like a mini serpent created by gemstones an S was at its center. Could it be that simple?
Harry wondered as his emerald eyes blinked. He focused on that snake.
The language of snakes poured through his lips.
“Open” He commanded.
With a soft click. The golden doors swung wide.
Behind both windows was not a cameo or a picture of any kind.
An eye laid closed and then it slowly stirred. It slowly opened a half-lidded handsome dark brown eye.
Harry could command dementors.
The dark creatures of the world had to obey him.
Harry did need to practice his Legilimency.
“You will kneel.” Harry promised.
If it thought, he enjoyed that unnatural need to fuck.
“Legilimens!”
He dove into that darkly handsome eye. There was a jumble of visions but none he could discern.
It forced him out and Harry blinked. It had been sleeping and weak.
Without a doubt it was a Dark Object.
It had a mind.
Harry was thrilled now he had something to do.
He would break this thing until it was a loyal servant. He was sure, It wouldn’t be able to resist him forever.
Harry could be patient.
He got up stretched for a moment. Sat back down and focused his will on it.
It would be completely and utterly his plaything.
Harry gave it a cruel smile and began again.
He was going to break its will and he wanted it to fight him every moment.
His power would only continue to grow.
It was doomed.
Nowhere to run.
Nowhere to hide from a dark lord that demanded its utter and total submission.
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