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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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Harry yawned and stretched.
He blurrily pulled on his robes. At long last he felt the train finally come to a stop. He was excited, Finally home!
It was so long and so much had happened. That it was a blur to Harry as his mates and everyone got off the train.
The first years got the boat to Hogwarts. The most startling thing was the carriages. They were being pulled by something.
Harry tried not to look at the horselike thing with a wicked looking beak and wings. It was eerie but Harry could admit there was a certain beauty to it.
He finished putting up his trunk in the carriage. “Don’t worry, I see them too.” A blond girl dreamily said as she scratched the ear of one of them.
“I’m Harry-“ Harry beamed as he helped her into the carriage. She hummed as sat next to Harry. Hermione gave him a weird look.
“They’re threstrals. They can only be seen by those who’ve seen death.” Harry chuckled nervously.
Yeah… A killing curse, He was glad he blasted that monster into the afterlife and good riddance.
“I’m Luna” The gray eyed girl with blond hair practically sang dreamily. She was confusing in a deep way but nowhere near Dark.
He didn’t know why he liked her he just did. Her presence strangely soothing despite Harry being surrounded by way too many witches and wizards who were just the furthest from dark.
Harry hated that Barty was right. How could these people understand him? They were so busy looking out they never bothered to see him looking in.
It hurt and he wanted to be around people who could see him. They were on the train and they’d be in Hogwarts.
In fact… There was one in the carriage behind him. Right at the edge of his sense of dark, Harry looked at this wonderfully strange girl with the butterbeer cork necklace.
He didn’t feel so alone anymore. Harry didn’t do much to the one in the carriage behind him. Just stroked them a bit as one would a cat.
“Ron!” Hermoine stated as she just realized something.
“What?” He responded.
“We’re barely going to have time to unpack with all our responsibilities!” Harry laughed outloud
“Yeah, You’re Prefects now!” Hermione slapped his shoulder and somehow it made it even funnier. His best mates were laughing with him.
The rest of the carriage ride past too quickly for Harry’s liking but his heart felt normal again. As he spied Hogwarts.
He loved home.

Everyone hurried to the house tables as the first feast was about to begin. Harry avoided gazing at Dumbledore and his mind reading power.
He didn’t want to hear that it was Legilimency. It was mind reading with extra steps.
Harry’s green eyes darted confused about. All the professors were accounted for except for one. The new defense against the dark arts professor. Granted none of the last more than a year and most of them attempted to kill him one way or another.
At this point Harry probably should just assume they were going to attempt to kill him and act accordingly by killing them first.
Dumbledore rose to the podium to begin his speech when the doors to the great hall swung open. Two Aurors stepped through looking grizzled and mean as they stood at the ready.
Harry felt her. A dark witch. She walked in with a smile on her face. She was not as she seemed.
She looked like frog stuffed into a pink fluffy cardigan. A fly like a bow in her hair. Harry frowned who ever she was. She did not belong in his home.
He hated her immediately a dark witch had no right to arrogance not when she was that weak. A smile plastered on her face. Harry knew it was fake.
It reminded him of those warnings to check Halloween candy for razor blades.
“Hem-Hem!” As loathsome woman waddled over to Dumbledore and usurped his position. It was kind of sad.
She thought the ministry gave her power than she didn’t possess. Yeah, He was going to kill her.
“The Ministry of Magic has always considered the safety of young wizards and witches to be of vital importance. I’m sure we’ll be the best of friends and it’s a delight to see all your young smiling faces. We will preserve what must be preserved. We will perfect what can be perfected and most importantly…
“We will prune practices that ought to be prohibited.” Her toady smile would have looked better on a shark. Harry thought, At least the shark was clear in its intentions as she giggled. Harry felt like Severus Snape right now as he turned incredulously and looked at Hermione.
“Progress for the sake of progress must be disregarded!” This toadfish woman giggled.
Hermione looked aghast.
Dumbledore started clapping as she trotted off like she was the queen of England. “That was… Illuminating Professor Dolores Umbridge.” Harry heard the strain and then his blood ran cold.
Dolores Umbridge.
The bitch that had sicced dementors on him. Anger coursed through him and he squeezed his fists as much as he was able.
“The ministry is going to interfere. Aren’t they Hermione?” Harry asked his anger clear in his voice.
“Yes.” She whispered as that wicked bitch took her seat as the defense against the dark arts. The beginning feast tasted like ash in his mouth.
There would be justice.
Harry would see dementors ripping out her soul. He swore it, attempt to ruin his life? Would she?
Harry cut through the crowds of students of various ages and first years.
“Harry!”Ron attempted to catch up but Harry ducked onto the second floor. He needed the safety that only one singular place could grant.
A place where neither the ministry nor Dumbledore could reach. He reached the second floor girl’s room and locked it with the familiar locking spell he and he hurriedly searched for the tap with the serpent. Harry focused on the snaked and he forced his will upon it
“Open!” Harry snarled in the language of snakes. There was a hiss and the sink slide into the ground.
Harry smiled.
Perfect. He descended and the sink back into place just as Harry distantly heard the bathroom door open.

The corridor of secrets was a frankly dusty and vermin infested place. He’d most likely clear it out eventually.
There was the vault with the many snakes upon it! His new place!
“Open!” Harry bade as he focused, and the snakes and the circular vault door opened. Like a fine vintage The darkness welcomed him this time to this place.
Where as once he had conquered the king of serpents. He was going to check on how powerful was house elf magic. If it was he’d never have to use that entrance again.
“Kreacher”
There was a crack and there was his cantankerous old elf.
“Ah, you look so much better.” Harry praised Kreacher who was actually clean even as the elf glowered at him.
Harry felt out his hand even as shock was palpable. The house elves could bypass wizarding magic itself. The arrogance that wizards and witches only used them for housework was a lack of vision.
They could be so much more. Now he had the means to get in anywhere within the castle. Now he had to be clever still.
Harry beamed at Kreacher. “Only if you want to Kreacher. This is a reward.” Harry beamed. Kreacher looked suspiciously at Harry.
Kreacher reluctantly placed his hand in Harry’s. “Kreacher, behold the chamber of secrets. This famed place can be opened by one who can speak with snakes.”
Harry surveyed the chamber as he recounted the battle with the basilisk the last time he was there. There was something freeing in being able to speak with another.
“we probably should head back. Thank you, Kreacher”
Kreacher grumpily didn’t let go of his hand.
“Does, Harry wish to go to the Gryffindor tower?”
“Only if you want-“ Kreacher apparated and suddenly Harry was in the fifth year’s boy’s dormitory. His gift trunk could not be in his trunk.
His trunk would undoubtably be searched. No auror! I don’t know how the trunk of a lost murder victim wound up in my trunk. Harry snorted he’d probably end up in Azkaban for some trumped up charge.
Nor could the locket. He hurried as he clutched the locket that he kept in a pair of old socks and the gift trunk.
“Kreacher!” Harry looked around he was lucky that nobody was in here. His house elf appeared with a crack. “Please return us to the chamber immediately”
There was another quick crack and Harry blinked the dizziness away. As he placed both objects securely upon the floor.
“Thank you again, Kreacher!”
“Now then return me to my dormitory. Please and with much than-“ There was another crack as Kreacher had vanished.
Now with that potential threat taken care of. He was going to enjoy the rest of his day.
Come nightfall when everyone went to bed.
He was going to be ready. That locket’s service was his.
And so, so many others would be as well.
Harry strode into the common room smiling just as his best mates came in through the portrait.
“You’re late.” Harry wagged his finger. And they looked at him as if they’d been stupefied.
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