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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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Rage slowly bubbled up within Harry.
Markus even under the imperious curse was unable to grant him another connection to Voldermort. He ripped the parchment off his gift. It was a wooden basin etched with strange symbols.
Harry lifted his imperious curse and left Markus an exhausted wreck and passed out on the bed. A few cleaning charms and he was relatively back to “clean”
He pulled on his trousers and half-heartedly dressed himself. Harry had no idea what Voldy had planned.
All Harry knew was that Harry had to claim Azkaban first. If only for the dementors that inhabited, it. He did not know where it was. It was likely unplottable.
It was likely only Aurors knew of its location and it wasn't like he could ask one without being suspicious.
There was a loud crack. Barty had returned.
“The Ministry as far as I can tell has rounded up few few criminals in Knockturn Alley.” Harry grimaced. The Minister of Magic refused to acknowledge Voldermort’s return.
It seemed however, Someone in the ministry wasn’t taking chances. Considering he slew at least two muggles in that warehouse because of that picture.
There were two Dark Lords. One who returned and him still scrambling and learning his powers. Harry was going to have to play it smart. But if he could recruit from the ministry…
He needed more than his three faithful.
“Do you know how to use a pensieve?” Barty asked as he picked it up from the ground. Harry shook his head.
“Here, Let me show you.” Barty brought his wand tip to his temple and brought it away. A silvery wispy substance came away and with a flick slowly drifted into the basin carved his strange symbols.
“Now you try. Think of a memory any will do.” Barty bade as he placed the wooden basin on a table.
Harry blinked and hesitantly thought of Barty and pressed his wand tip to his temple and to his surprise a silvery wisp drifted down.
“Now not even Dumbledore can glimpse a memory that isn’t there.” Barty looked at him and before he realized what he was doing.
Harry’s lips met Barty’s.
“I’ve missed you.” Harry admitted and he hated himself for it. Barty had gone silent in surprise.
“I’ve got to be going. Hogwarts awaits.” Harry stepped back and Barty touched his arm.
“I have another gift. Something to hide the pensieve. Moody’s trunk.” Barty offered.
“What happened to Mad-Eye The real one?” Barty Jr. Barked in laughter.
“Oh, he’s quite dead. Like my father.”
Harry chuckled mirthlessly.
“I still can’t believe you fooled everyone. I trusted you- I trust you.” Harry stated softly.
“You were right you know. Muggles are dangerous.” Barty responded and his smile grew manic.
“Those muggle weapons are too fast. But, I’m still too clever.” Harry blinked his emerald gaze glinted as Barty showed him through the a set of doors and up some stairs.
They had been in the basement of some sort and then Harry saw all the weird toys and leather on mannequins. Showcasing things that could be considered clothing if you were using a charitable definition of the word.
“This place belongs to a muggle sex shop, It’s close to the second location you ripped from that muggle.
“Don’t you dare make a move without me.” Harry cautioned and Barty crossed his heart.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, My lord. But I can scout out the area and watch the place.” The smell of leather was abundant.
The faded old posters on the walls made the sex shop look seedy.
Barty looked at him.
“I’m cleaning up the place.”
“Well good, This place needs to be cleaned.” Harry agreed and Barty tapped his wand on the next series of doors.
Only the one in the back had multiple locks. It really didn’t matter being wizards. There was a portly old man swinging softly in the fan created breeze by his neck and his member proudly flagging.
The smell of sex made it apparent the man had got off.
Barty made his way past the corpse and he tapped Moody’s trunk on the desk. The seven locks slowly clicked momentarily revealing their contents before the final lock disengaged and Harry looked down into a dark dank cell.
He knew the perfect person for it.
Harry would sort through the mess but he closed the seventh compartment and he opened the fourth compartment.
Barty placed the pensive in it and the fourth lock clicked securely shut. Barty tapped his wand on the trunk and it shrank until it could fit in the palm of his hand and he handed it to
Harry.
Harry blinked and smiled for a brief moment. The trunk was a perfect place to hide things and a person.
“Take care of that” Harry ordered as he pointed to the hung man.
Barty smiled.
“As you wish, my lord”
It had taken a long while, but Harry had gathered all his things. Harry knew he should feel something… Guilt? Shame? But he felt none of those things.
‘Ready to go?” Barty asked. Harry thought for a moment. It had been hours since they had sex.
“Almost.” Harry responded before he closed in and kissed Barty Jr. Possessively. He bit at those lips and he was brutal until Barty Jr. Gave in.
Harry pulled back.
“Now, I’m ready.” Barty Jr. Shuddered for a moment. Breathing Heavily before he pulled himself together and then he apparated them back towards Knockturn Alley.
The faint glimmer of light told Harry that dawn was quickly approaching. He hurried his was as fast as he dared through knock turn alley.
He saw the entrance towards Diagon alley. He was in the clear. He hurried faster. If he ran be might be able to make it home in time for some sleep… No he could sleep on the way to Hogwarts.
He beamed to himself cheerfully.
Harry was in the clear.
An arrogantly good-looking witch turned the corner and for a moment they blinked at each other.
She stared at him, looked away and then turned again.
Her voice turned ice cold.
“So you are the reason why there has been rumors of my son hanging around Knockturn Alley after dark.”
He had seen this bitchy witch before and then it hit him. This was Narcissa Malfoy. Draco’s mother.
Harry looked around and they were completely alone.
“I’m sorry?” He phrased it liked a question as he attempted to move past her and she bodily blocked his attempt to pass her.
“You should be, For daring to sully the honor of the Malfoys. Change it Now!” She demanded. Harry looked at her like she was loony.
Mainly because she was.
And then it finally dawned on him why. He had changed his hair color to that Malfoy platinum blond.
He laughed.
“You think its funny?” Narcissa’s voice were even colder that the night air. Harry zipped his jumper all the way. The frigid night air sending a chill through him.
She blasted him off his feet and he slammed against the wall. Harry grit his teeth as he slid down the wall. A broken mirror reflected back to Harry and confirmed that Harry’s natural color returned to his hair.
Rage boiled up within him and Harry jumped up. His wand suddenly in his hand.
“You would dare strike me?” Harry snarled. The alcove between Knockturn Alley and Diagon Alley darkened. Harry trembled like a volcano about to erupt. How dare this bitch!
A shield charm sprang up before him and separated them as she conjured it.
Harry’s eyes glinted. She looked at him and she stared at him in a manner as though he was a rabid animal and then he noticed she looked at his face.
She gazed upon his scar and she whispered in surprise.
“Impossible.”
He roared the first spell that came to mind. The ground erupted between them kicking up debris. There was a sound like shattering glass.
As a thin green jet of light erupted from his wand. It punched right through her shield charm as though it wasn’t even there.
Narcissa looked on in horrified surprise as his curse caught her in the chest.
There was an agonizingly flash of blinding green glare. The sound of something impossibly vast soaring through the alcove.
“AVADA KEDAVRA!”
Harry screamed with all his might and the alcove itself trembled. Harry blinked away his momentary blindness as something soared towards him and he caught it with one hand and hurriedly shoved his wand into its holster. And with his wand hand he reached into his jumper and threw his invisibility cloak about himself and he ran.
Harry bolted through the alcove, Not daring to wait for the debris to settle. He ran through the completely empty leaky cauldron.
He ran, He raced through the alleyways and back alleys and he ran until his heart pounded and he could run no more.
His panic and his steps blurred and Harry scarcely recalled where he was.
He breathed heavily as he made it back to 12 Grimmauld Place. His lungs burned and his body ached. He looked around waiting for the aurors or even Dumbledore himself come to apprehend him.
Harry’s heart thundered in his chest but gradually returned to normal. Neither appeared.
It was a trifle easy task to unlock his window with an unlocking charm and with Ascendio he returned to his room and he slammed the window shut behind him.
He threw off his invisibility cloak and collapsed on his bed. He moved his left arm into a position approximately comfort and he yelped.
Something had jabbed him in the side.
In his left hand clutched tightly was the object that had flew at him when he had lost his temper.
The object was none other than.
An elegant black wand. A noble wand with a silvered base complete with silver studs. It was undoubtedly an incredibly expensive wand.
It was Narcissa Malfoy’s wand. Or rather had been.
He jumped off the bed kicked open his school trunk and hid it right beside the locket.
Harry determinedly placed Moody’s miniaturized trunk on his desk and summoned the pensieve. He placed it besides the Moody’s mini trunk and he stared at the silvery whisps.
He wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight… unless. Unless he removed all memory of the event from his mind.
He put his wand to his temple and began to pull…
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