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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’s eyes open and his power strained against its confines. “Kreacher.” He whispered and with a soft crack Kreacher appeared on his bed.
“Please, Take me to the chamber of secrets.” The world swirled and the chamber came into the view. Harry quickly thanked his house elf. Who departed just as quickly with a simple crack. Harry enjoyed the fact their relationship was improving.
Harry kicked off his pajamas until he was nude and he deftly flicked his wand as he summoned the locket.
Still bound in the socks he had hid it. “You know what I promised.” Harry hissed in Parsletongue as he threw the locket down.
The locket’s doors opened.
“Kneel.” Harry said, The darkness rose within him, it coiled in his belly and wanted to be free.
Harry pointed his wands and smiled.
“Legilimens” Harry catapulted into that singular handsome dark eye.

The dark place he traveled swirled with lightlessness. Where light existed solely to cast a shadow and in that shade there was a door. A embattled and breaking door. Harry had chipped away at it. His learning of Legilimency was rather crude but he was still learning.
“We both know how this is going to end.” Harry helpfully stated, Oh he knew the being in the locket heard him.
Here, he didn’t need a wand. Here the darkness itself listened to him. With a harsh smirk the shadows around the door began to writhe as serpents.
Liveliness where once had been simple darkness. Here he was inescapable, there was no where to hide, no where to run.
He called to the darkness and it responded as it swirled around him. What a fool he had been to try to fight this power!
He plunged his hand into the thick coagulum caliginous. He marveled at how it nipped at him as a playful pet.
This was the power of the Dark Arts. Now what would be fitting weapon? The oily dark clamped around his arm as he pulled back a lion headed snake wriggled on enmeshed on his hand.
It hammered at the tired gate. Harry stepped closer and closer. It was exhilarating to behold as the door struggled to keep him out.
He was strong and he’d grow stronger yet. One day he would greater than even Voldermort himself. The lion head struck again and a loud resounding crack.
Harry had broken through and his serpent coiled around him victoriously. Harry strode through the portal as the oily bleak blackness followed him.
There was a figure sitting tiredly his body not facing him. “I can no longer resist you.” Came the weary voice.
“As if I could trust a snake.” Harry called the darkness, its clingy touch surged like a tide of oil.
“You might be dark.” Harry said. “There is however, one difference between us.” Harry shivered as the blackness covered his feet and the floor dissolved.
The figure looked at his smiling visage and shuddered as the darkness submerged everything in the room up to their ankles. The wriggling mass of dark magic began to spread like venom from a snake bite.
The figure shuddered as the room began to fill. It was the figure that broke the silence first. “What are you doing?!”
“Enjoying the dark.” Harry told the figure. He enjoyed it’s caress on his skin, There was nothing to fear as its icy tendrils wrapped itself around him almost like Barty.
A lover’s touch. Harry’s cock rose with pleasure as the darkness washed over him.
“What is your name?” Harry ordered awashed with the sheer power of the dark arts as it threatened to submerge him.
The figured replied defeated. “Tom.” It said as it surrendered.
“Wrong.” Harry replied.
“That’s completely wrong.” As the darkness surged.
There was a difference, a major difference between them. They both stared into the abyss as it swallowed them whole.
Harry didn’t blink as he let it in.

Laughter bubbled up from within him and he let it free. Until it knelt, until it broke. Harry would continue.
It was like his pores dripped with darkness. Then the agony hit as his old scar tore open. Harry’s wand clattered to the ground and the filthy stench of rot hit his nose and he gagged as he fell.
He couldn’t breathe…

Harry awoke from dark dreams that were not quite nightmares. He groaned and hasilty picked his wand and cleaned up his mess. His body ached and he quickly called kreacher.
He had miscalculated but he showered quickly just as he heard movement of the others of his years. He was going to be more cautious. He was not going to sleep like that again. It reminded him far too much of the cupboard under the stairs.
Alone… In the dark.
Harry hurried to the breakfast table after scrubbing his head raw. Thankfully, the foul dribbling from his scar had abated.
Harry wolfed down as much food as possible before his best mates arrived, and he nearly choked. A dark student walked in. Harry smiled as he reached out by placing a hand underneath the table and he stroked with his hand as if the student was a cat.
Harry looked out innocently and it gave him satisfaction to watch as the student shivered almost like someone raced a finger down their spine.
It made him happy and he placed his hands on the table. He immediately disliked the feeling of the person who walked in.
It was his least favorite potions professor. Snape, the git himself.
Harry sensed him. He hated him and now he knew why.
Snape was neither Light Nor Dark but a pathetic Gray. Yet, it suited Snape perfectly. To be neither and distrusted by both Light and Dark.
How sad. Harry could respect it had Snape been Dark, He was or had been a Death Eater.
He’d could even respect Snape being Light. Like Dumbledore who practically shown like a beacon. Harry shivered in discomfort as he felt the headmaster.
As uncomfortable as being out in the sun with no shade. Harry swore he’d get a sunburn that was Dumbledore. Dumbledore strode in, Harry made sure to make no eye contact to the distracted headmaster who was beside Snape conversing with him.
That was power. That was worth respect. It made his skin twinge and prickle by the proximity.
Harry left the hall as quickly as he could and his face crinkled in disgusted at the feeling of another Gray.
Choose one side or the other ya bloody git. Harry grumbled and to his surprise the gray was none other than Draco Malfoy.
He looked miserable even as he pranced around with that prefect badge as if it made him powerful. Malfoy had to be taught a lesson.
There was a difference between having power and presenting yourself as having it. He’d not do anything yet.
The time would come and Harry would make sure those brass knuckles were within easy reach.
Harry smiled as he ducked into one of the hallways.
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