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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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“I was going to break you here but I’ve changed my mind. I’ll break you at Hogwarts! Rejoice! we’re going home.” Home.
Harry heartily exclaimed as he placed the locket wrapped by a pair of socks at the bottom of his trunk. There was and always would be no escape.
Harry read the letter of Barty’s.
It was simple just a just s single sentence.
“I have a gift for you.” Barty. A servant could have but one master. And tonight that answer would be given.
Harry had no time for traitors. He was the dark lord if the situation was reversed. Harry held no such illusion that Barty would have been merciful. So why should he?
They all had to walk the black flames. No exceptions. Harry dressed warmly and so far none but his subjects had seen him naked and he aimed to keep it that way.
At least until Hogwarts. He had no intention of reigning in these new urges. Harry sighed but alas as long as he stayed in these walls. He had to be the boy who lived.
...For now.
He dressed himself and braced himself. He hated this door. Despised it even, because it was just so exhausting to open.
Yet, he did because his best mates were on the other side. And best mates shouldn’t bear witness to a fallen hero.
The fact would forever remain of one simple truth. A hero died at that graveyard and two dark lords left it.
At least for a little while, Harry Potter would remain a hollow reflection but a vestigial reflection was better than nothing.
Harry wanted to cry as he crossed the threshold. He focused on the witch who he was going to destroy.
Umbridge. The witch who had sent dementors to rip his soul out and eat it.
It was only fair that this dark witch should have a sip of her own potion. Severus Snape did say it was nearly unbearable to watch… And Harry very much wanted to put that to the test… This wouldn’t be her only attempt on his life.
That thought made his focus.
“Harry!” His best mates called, and he followed the voices to his friends in their favorite room.
Ron had a letter in his hands.
He didn’t look like he believed it. Ron hesitantly opened it and presented a prefect badge. Harry couldn’t be happier.
Because Harry fully realized what that meant. Ron and Hermione couldn’t be around him all the time now.
They could meet new friends and forget about him. And Harry could just fade into the background and be forgotten.
Ron didn’t look like he believed it.
“Finally!” Harry responded with a grin. He was happy for Ron. The friend who abandoned him until he realized how dangerous the Triwizard tournament really was.
“I think Dumbledore accidentally gave me this.” Harry stepped back.
“Dumbledore has his reasons and right now with the ministry after me. Don’t think for a moment you haven’t earned this.”
Hermione looked at him surprised. Harry smiled
‘Besides, Now you have to deal with whatever git is chosen from Slytherin.” Harry added as he deftly plucked the prefect badge and easily pinned it to Ron’s shirt.
“Now you can stop being in my shadow.” Harry had to get it all out at once.
“Ronald Weasley you are one of my best mates. Ron, You have everything.”
“You have a family that loves you. Friends that have never failed you not once in all our adventures. And yet you have been jealous.”
Harry laughed bitterly.
“Jealous of a boy who was orphaned by a mad man. Jealous of fame that cost me my parents. You didn’t even believe me when I said I didn’t put my name in the goblet of fire.” Harry’s voice grew rough
But he had to get it out.
“Dumbledore believes in you. You’re a Gryffindor Ron. Hermione believes in you, I believe in you.”
Harry stepped back and smiled softly.
“I just wish you could believe in you too. Congratulations, Ron.”
Harry had nothing left to say at the dumbfounded Ron. Harry practically ran downstairs and had breakfast.
He devoured the English breakfast and silently bore witness to Molly’s excitement. Harry couldn’t help but feel sad.
Admist all the excitement all around him.
Harry was saying goodbye. If the ministry was capable of sending soul sucking monsters after him. Then logically they would do the same to his best mates.
And he would burn the ministry to the ground before he would allow that to happen. The infectious festivity of the day managed to even touch his heart. The day before school resumed had always filled him with goodwill and looking forward with an open heart.
For a long moment. Harry felt like Harry and he basked in as he enjoyed this last day. He had the best time imaginable.
He made his way slowly to his room.
“Harry?” He touched his doorknob and he stilled. There was Hermione and she looked concerned. Her eyes were wide.
“Harry, What happened?” She asked. Harry chuckled for a moment.
“I grew up.” He said simply.
That was how to unnerve someone as clever as Hermione. There was no need for long winded speeches, excessively long words.
He felt his wand in his hand. Its texture, its weight… It’s girth.
Hermione looked like she was going to hug him.
The moment she reached out to him.
“Protego.” A translucent wall separated them as Harry’s shield charm sprang up. A look of hurt raced across Hermione’s face.
“It’s late Hermione, we’re finally going home to Hogwarts.” Harry stated blissful as he turned the doorknob.
“Don’t shut us out Harry.” Hermione cried tears welling up in her eyes. He turned back to her.
“Hermione, I think you don’t fundamentally understand just how deep the ministry’s corruption goes.” Her eyes widened. That was the only clue he was going to give the brightest witch of the age. Something to get her occupied with. Harry really only had to get her to overthink and she’d do the rest herself.
and closed the door firmly behind himself. The door squelched loudly as it sealed itself and he applied the impervious charm upon it.
Harry a crumpled piece of parchment at the door and watched as it bounced off the door. Harry watched as the sunset came.
It was time to answer that question. What did one do with a servant with two masters?
That Malfoy blond was turning into a favorite hair color choice.
Harry shivered for a moment as he zipped up his jumper before he covered his scar with that platinum blond hair. The night was young, and Harry strode with purpose.
There was the strong possibility that several people were going to die tonight. The anticipation of finally learning of who was loyal and who was not.
That was something to look forward to. Even if the answer was a resounding no at least the black flames would take care of the bodies.
Harry stopped on the sidewalk.
How did he know that- How’d he- Harry’s emerald eyes glazed over as the streetlight overhead flickered for a moment.
Harry stepped to the side as the bulb of the overhead streetlight exploded. Drenching him in night, Harry trembled as the dark tantalized his skin. Harry shuddered; the raw ecstasy made him rock hard.
His cock was so hard it hurt.
It was not important. Harry decided and he made his way towards the leaky cauldron. Harry hurried into a back alley.
He closed his emerald eyes and let go of the facade. He could feel the darkness reverberated erotically.
Why had he confined himself so? Why had he had denied himself so? Power coursed through him. He felt the muggles wandering the night as if they had claim to it.
Harry carefully folded in invisibility cloak until it fit in his jumper comfortably. The night embraced him and he felt so much more than he had ever before.
He basked in this darkness as he took his time strolling through the dark. Harry met no resistance on the way to the leaky cauldron.
Harry carefully made his way into the leaky cauldron still filled to bursting with wizards and witches and even a hag or three in the corner.
There was no dark wizards or witches, so he was not interested. Harry scratched her platinum hair as he purposefully made his way through the crowd.
He hurried through the back and straight to Knockturn Alley. The moment he crossed the threshold he laughed for a moment.
So many dark wizards. Why he was almost curious about what was going on.
Almost.
Oh they felt him. He had no doubt about it as he strode past them, he saw them shudder. So many dark wizards and witches but. Their magic as black was, they were inside. They all however would never be a dark lord.
There was only one dark lord in Knockturn Alley. He made his way to Markus’s shop.
He could see it from there.
The street was busy with so many wizards. An arm curled around his waist and brought him close.
“Miss me?” Harry looked up and was caught with a sudden kiss.
“Hmm”
Harry’s knees went weak even as he broke off the kiss.
“I see I’ve been gone too long.” Harry replied breathless despite himself.
“Barty.” Barty smiled but sudden loud cracks made Harry take off Barty’s gaze.
Barty giggled as the Aurors arrived for a moment there was no movement. A strange silence as the crowd of dark wizards and dark beings just awkwardly stood there. A dark witch snatch her wand and brought it forth.
Barty clutched Harry possessively and with a thunderous crack apparated just as the spells began to fly.

Harry felt stretched as everything went dark. He felt like he was being stretched in every direction at once. He felt his eyes collide with the back of their sockets.
Harry swayed the experience was unpleasant and he thought portkey were unpleasant.
Ugh. Apparition was overrated.
Barty released him and started laughing maniacally. Harry took a few moments to collect himself.
“Did you do that to the crowd?” Harry asked and the question only made Barty laughed harder.
Harry rolled his eyes and looked around. It was a place with a massive bed covered in decadent sheets. There was a gift bound in parchment.
“There’s the gift I promised.” Barty pointed with delight on the bed.
Harry shook himself. Barty, Fetch Markus for me!” Harry bade and Barty blinked and Harry pushed his on Barty
“OK.” Barty nodded and there was a loud crack and Barty vanished.
Harry took a seat on the bed. He might as well get it all over with.
“Kreacher”
There was a loud crack and the cantankerous old elf appeared. Wary, the old elf didn’t mutter just stood there.
“I’m assembling my servants, Kreacher.” The old elf shuddered
“Which is why I need you here.” Harry patted the bed next to him. Kreacher looked at him shocked but Harry just patted the bed and hesitantly.
“I Am A Dark Lord. Kreacher.” Kreacher flinched.
“You felt me, And a Lord is nothing without his servants.”
Kreacher waddled over and jumped on the bed. Harry took his time looking at Kreacher. He knew it had been the right choice getting him out of the house of black.
He looked well. He lapsed into silence.
Harry waited until the he heard the familiar sound of that crack.
“We'll talk later Kreacher, Get some sleep and you are dismissed.” There was a crack and the sudden lack of weight at his side.
His house elf had returned to Hogwarts. There walking up to the bed were both Barty and Markus.
“Not so fast.” Harry’s wand came out and they both stopped dead in their tracks.
“Protego Diabolica!” Harry held his wand high and arched it. From the wand’s tip came the roar as if from a dragon, a ferocious and humbling explosion of black flame
He saw the fear in his servants eyes as the cursed flames sheered through everything around in the bed a perfect circle.
“This is your challenge.” The black flames whirled in that perfect circle and Harry watched as it hungrily reduced an offending table that violated the circle to ash.
“Step through the flames.” Harry commanded. Harry looked at the parchment bound present.
“So, what did you get me Barty? You’ve been gone so long. I’ve missed you.” Harry’s voice grew deeper.
Barty remained where he was.
“I acquired something to help you with your Occlumency. An object where you can store your memoires, Safe from the prying of those who would force themselves into your mind.
Harry’s eyes narrowed.
“If that is true, why have you not crossed the black flames?” Harry asked suspiciously.
“Is it because you know, you’ve been very naughty. One might even say… Disloyal.” Harry cut him off before he even had a chance.
“I know you’ve been sending that lord muggle money. So, I’ve decided, I want to know to whom are you loyal? Hmm? A servant can only have one true master. But can serve many different people. Do NOT lie to me Barty.” Harry promised.
“So, Make you choice. The Returned One, Or Me. One or the other.” Harry turned his attention to the by far much weaker man.
“Markus, have you been a good boy?” Markus shuddered. Harry smiled.
Harry opened his arms wide.
“Come to me, Markus.” An eagerness settled on his face. Markus placed a foot into the black flame with a look of devotion. Harry’s breath hitched, that was sexy. Blood rushed south.
For a moment nothing happened to Markus and then he took another step as he hesitantly walked into the flames.
Markus’s clothes suddenly were embraced in the black flames and hungrily consumed until not even ash remained.
Markus cried out at his sudden nakedness and his wand clattered to the floor and rolled towards the bed.
Harry’s breath hitched.
“Markus come.” Harry beckoned as his cock returned to full throbbing pain. Markus attempted to hide his nakedness for a moment.
Before he hesitantly strode to the bed. Harry gripped Markus suddenly in one hand. Their lips meeting willingly.
Harry pushed back for a moment and he smiled breathless. “Make your choice. Barty.” Markus leaned in again and Harry let him kiss.
Markus may not be powerful, but he was at least an eager partner. Harry’s trousers found themselves pulled down and his jacket and invisibility cloak were thrown off the bed and Harry shoved Markus and climbed atop him.
Harry conquered Markus’s mouth.
“For you are Loyal.”
He nipped Markus’s chin, his throat and he went lower still. Markus’s breathing became hitched. The black flames roared, and Harry saw Barty’s jaw tense as he stood far from the flames.
Harry took his time. He wanted Markus to be ready, but this was a punishment for the supposed “servant.” Oh, he had no doubt he was.
The problem was that they both knew more likely Barty wasn’t his servant. If he crossed the black flames then Barty wouldn’t be able to return to Voldy.
Markus he’d probably set to a permanent watch over Knockturn Alley. Nothing dangerous.
Markus groaned as Harry clutched Markus’s cock which swelled throbbingly in his hand.
Harry looked through the swirling flames. He dared Barty to prove him wrong. If Barty left, He had to die. It was really that simple.
Harry leaned in and kissed Markus’s tip and his tattoo wizard cried out. Harry chuckled, Markus at least was loyal, and that unhesitant loyalty should be rewarded.
Extensively. Until He was spent and begging.
Harry took Markus’s tip in his mouth. Almost immediately, Markus came and the pungent taste of cum flooded into his. The distinct taste of tobacco was prominent.
Markus looked down at him mortified. Harry would speak to him about that. Harry swallowed and laughed darkly as he drapped himself on Markus and kissed him. Making the weak wizard taste his own dregs.
“You’re going to work on that Markus.” Harry pouted.
There was a sudden cry as Barty flung himself into the black flames.
Harry was quite surprised. The cursed flames would incinerate the disloyal into ash. Barty emerged reddened, naked.
The black flames perished at Harry’s insistence.
“So you did miss me after all.” Harry announced surprised.
“Markus doesn’t know how to pleasure you. My lord.’ Barty stiffly. Harry turned and wriggled his arse. He had prepared beforehand.
“Well then, Barty its up to you to show him how. I expect Outstanding but will settle for Exceeds Expectations. ” Markus’s cock went flagpole proud. Markus’s face flushed in humiliation.
Oh my. Harry wondered. Markus was a pervert. Harry removed himself from Markus and easily moved to the edge of the bed.
Harry arched his back as Barty gripped him tightly and kissed him possessively. Harry moaned and he allowed the rough treatment.
He made Markus watch as he was properly taken care off. He had missed Barty’s cock inside him and he groaned with appreciation as he was carefully entered. Barty had plundered his virgin gate and now did so again.
Barty thrust and he rasped.
“Be useful, Markus!” As he pointed to Harry’s cock. Markus’s cock visibly lept and he acquiesced and crawled beneath Harry.
Harry moaned this was how a dark lord should be treated. He thought, As the pleasure made it all go hazy.
The twin sources of pleasure made him tingle all over. It was pure pleasure, It was his right.
No more abstaining from this manifold feeling. He wanted it, He needed it. He had to have it.
Harry felt Barty groan he felt the liquid heat inside himself. Harry raced to the cliff edge and gleefully jumped.
Voldermort sighed inwardly, Why were his death eaters so incompetent? He asks for so little and they couldn’t even give him basic competence. He missed Barty… Voldermort thought for a moment.
There was others with that loyalty. Entombed in Azkaban.
It wasn’t like he could trust any of these death eaters that couldn’t even have the decency to go to prison rather than renounce his lord.
Pathetic, And he certainly didn’t trust Severus Snape. His return had opened his eyes to many things. The more he thought about it.
Severus was his spy. Severus was a spy and that meant he couldn’t be trusted. It had been a mistake to send for Severus. Voldermort realized.
No one could remain in Dumbledore’s circle for so long without the great wizard prying into them.
Hmmm. The riot in Knockturn Alley was unexpected.
Perhaps, It was time to make a few unexpected maneuvers himself. The dementors were his natural allies after all.

Harry shook himself. He blinked and saw his servants looking over him with concern. Harry sat up and demanded.
“Again!”
He wanted to know what Voldermort was planning. He needed those dementors. He needed to get to Azkaban first.
Barty grabbed his leg and pulled him close.
“My lord?” Barty asked.
“I need to get to Azkaban!” Barty balked the color in his face drained. His cock went limp.
“Markus! You will keep an eye on Knockturn Alley. But first, I require your obedience. Barty has no time to train you.” He clutched his wand.
“Imperio!”
Harry shoved Barty off.
“If you will not help me reach another orgasm. Then I need you to find out why the ministry raided knockturn alley.”
Barty jumped off the bed and got dressed.
Harry flung a leg over Markus’s thigh.
“Fuck me” He commanded.
Barty looked at him.
“What’s the plan.” Harry chuckled darkly.
“Why, Barty… I’m going to claim Azkaban.” Before Voldermort does. He finished mentally and then Markus sank into him and began thrusting away.
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