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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.

Chapter List
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Harry woke softly as the sun rose.
He stretched, not a single nightmare. Embraced by the colors of Gryffindor. He pulled on his glasses and wand.
His emerald eyes alighting on that golden locket. He shivered in anticipation, There was something simply exquisite in the resisting agony of a mind locked in that golden locket.
It was feeble and frail. He was learning Legilimency in a rather unorthodox manner. The mind was such a complicated thing. Brute force had given him images as the decrepit thing attempted to force him out and failed.
Maybe just another look…
Harry winced as his scar throbbed and he rubbed it until the pain left him. He could wait til night time, he sighed reluctantly and with his wand carefully picked up the locket and hid it underneath his bed. It would not do.
Would not do at all if he misplaced it. Why did the locket feel familiar? It was impossible that they had met before. Especially, at Hogwarts.
And yet. Harry was sure he had at least interacted with something similar. It would bother him until the answer came to him.
He couldn’t let it touch him, At least until it submitted. It’d probably try to strangle him at the very least. He dressed quickly in trousers and a shirt.
He preferred warmer colors. But he’d settle for blue before he pulled his grey jumper on and pulled on his socks before he tied his trainers.
His friends were coming today. He needed to see his best mates again. Harry needed to feel normal again.
He reapplied the charms on his door before he stretched. He slinked around his room. It was surprisingly tiring.
Pretending again and again to someone who never left that graveyard. He could cling to what small remains that was his innocence. He could try to be The Boy Who Lived. Like a stubborn splinter, the more he pretended the worse it got.
He had killed.
He had committed murder.
His emerald eyes gleamed as he made sure he was alone. Harry wasn’t the tragic boy who lived. He was…
“A Dark Lord.” Harry whispered and he shuddered in dismay. The words just fit. They seemed right.
He hated them for fitting, He hated them for being what he had tried his whole life to avoid.
He had refused being a Slytherin.
He had avoided looking into the worst kinds of magic and excelled in the defense against them.
And where did it all lead him to?
Right back to those two words. Dark Lord
“Kreacher”
He whispered. There was a crack and there was a being before him.
Bulbous headed and bloodshot eyes glared daggers at Harry. White hair grew from his bat like ears. He wore a dirty rags which Harry assumed had been a pillow case at one point.
Kreacher muttered insults.
“Enough.”
Harry bade and he lifted his wand.
Kreacher quieted.
Harry took his time to walk around the house elf. The house elf was unacceptably dirty. And no servant of his would be allowed to unwashed. Even if he had to scrub them raw by hand.
“Scourgify” Harry knew quite well what it meant to be considered lesser. Vernon and them had used him like a servant.
Harry did his best to be as gentle as possible to the house elf.
“Kreacher, These mutterings and insults are beneath you.” Harry had three servants. Barty, Markus and now Kreacher.
Harry strode to his desk, turned his chair around and simply sat down.
“Kreacher.” He stated.
“You know what I am correct?” Kreacher shifted and attempted to look away. Harry’s eyes just bore down upon the house elf and with a hesitant reluctance Kreacher nodded.
“Then the hard part is over.” Harry drawled and lightly caressed his wand. Harry smiled like a lion, proud in its countenance and assured of its lethal nature.
“Kreacher, I forbid you from harming yourself without my command. I command you Kreacher, Eat when you are hungry, sleep when you are tired.” Kreacher looked up at him with confusion. It was obvious that Kreacher didn’t understand.
Good.
“Your previous master did not deserve you Kreacher. But make no mistake Kreacher. I demand excellence in my servants. Now, return to Hogwarts.”
The darkness coiled inside him. It yearned for freedom and Harry basked in feeling as the power surged through him.
He was powerful. He was strong.
There before him his confused house elf blinked and hesitantly snapped its fingers and vanished.
He was beginning to hate The Boy Who Lived.
Harry reluctantly pushed the darkness down. It felt wrong to force himself to be someone he was not. And had not been since the graveyard.
With great reluctance. He closed his eyes and breathed normally. He undid the enchantments on the door.
He strode over to his door and clutched the handle. He did not want to be… Harry. His knuckles were white but he dared not let go.
Harry was drowning and no one saw it. No one to hear him scream. He heard the distant laughter of his best mates.
The darkness railed against him. He wasn’t the one being controlled. It surged momentarily.
Harry pushed it down.
He was the MASTER.
The darkness receded within him even as it seemed to cling to him like tar. He swung the door wide and with all his willvhe managed to make the most important step.
He stepped out of his room and the door closed behind him. He was Harry Potter. The Boy Who Lived.
There was the sound of multiple people hurrying up the stairs.
“Harry!” Ron beamed.

“Harry!” Hermione managed to get around Ron and hug him first. Tears well up in his eyes obscuring his vision.
His best mates. Harry was tired, it had taken so much effort just to leave his room.
“Mum has got breakfast nearly ready!”
“Harry, you aren’t angry with us? Dumbledore made us promise not to write to you. The Daily Prophet is rubbish and-“Hermione started. She looked a little sad and scared.
Harry hugged her back for a moment before he hugged Ron.
Like he cared what the ministry did. They were not his best mates. Nor would they ever be.
“Dumbledore, explained everything. Why there had to be silence.” Harry lied.
He could only imagine what they were saying about him, but his indifference made the horrible things they likely said about him.
Unimportant. Unworthy of attention. Much like Draco who thought he was better than everyone. When he was nothing but a spoiled child in a great need of a reality check.
“Blimey, Harry they’ve gone after you pretty bad.” Ron looked guilty and if Harry had to guess he had been reading the daily prophet.
Harry shrugged.
“I don’t care. I’m not lying, Voldermort has returned and all the terrible things they’re saying. Will never change that simple fact. Isn’t that right Hermione?”
She looked at him caught completely off guard.
“Right.” She confirmed.
With that pronouncement he hurried down the steps as he looked over his shoulder towards his friends.
They seemed surprised. Harry beamed as convincingly as he could.
“Come on, We have to eat so we can explore this place!” They beamed back excited.
Everything was as it should be.
The Trio was reunited and to Harry.
That was all that mattered.
If the Ministry Of Magic went after him fine.
The moment they tried hurting his best mates. Well…
Then they would have to die.
Harry was rather surprised at himself for how easy that decision had been to make.
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