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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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The first lesson of the day. Harry felt at home in the classroom of Transfiguration. The notes upon the blackboard in chalk. The smell of parchment and ink.
Harry sat down before he saw the wand movement diagram, The pit of his stomach sank.
Vanishment.
Harry took a breath and kept his legs tightly pressed together. Barty’s touch came back to him and his body shivered.
He would visit him soon. The torture was horrific but… Barty. He had done things to him and he wanted him to do those things again.
Barty Jr. Knew how to get him off. It was strange on how a single summer seemed to last forever. Harry allowed Hermione and Ron sat down next to him.
It hurt, that he had to push his best mates away. They wouldn’t understand, How could they understand when he felt them!
They were Light and he wasn’t. They were children…. And he was not. He wanted to give them a wonderful year. Or at least he’d try his best.
Harry steeled himself. He had to vanish for good. He wish it was a easy as a wand swish.
To say some magic words. To complete the process, A clean break. The Harry they knew was just a memory.
And perhaps… Professor McGonagall began her lesson.
He listened to Professor McGonagall grateful for the distraction. He enjoyed her strict but fair teaching and one by one they all had to learn the vanishing spell. They had to write down why it was so important before they even got to the wand part.
With homework if they didn’t succeed. Harry half-heartedly dipped his quill and began to write. Oh, he knew what it was for. To remove evidence, to make things disappear.
That was what it meant to him. Vanishment and Conjuration were opposites. Untransfiguration, Transformation, Conjuration and Vanishment were the cornerstones of transfiguration.
Harry looked around and he watched as no one could vanish so much as a hair. Harry performed the motions but he didn’t bother. Professor McGonagall impressed on them the sheer importance of O.W.L.
Harry didn’t care, since it wasn’t going to matter in the end.
Evanesco
Harry wanted to see Hermione’s attempt. She was the most talented witch of his year after all. He had mastered the spell through… practice.
He wanted to see what she was capable of.So he turned his attention to a quickly becoming a favorite pastime.
He reached out towards the dark student in his year and stroked. Like a finger down their spine, He didn’t want them to forget he existed.
Professor McGonagall took her time placing a snail on before each student. Harry stared down at the snail. Interested. Harry took his time reaching out to the dark student towards the back.
If his first attempt was a relatively tame attempt. His next touches were anything but. There was a sound of a gasp.
Oh he was going to have so much fun with this. Harry forced himself not to smile. Ron however ruined his concentration by slowly but frantically wave his wand. The spell not working due to a lock of drive, of focus.
He hadn’t managed to get a hold of the spell. Harry took a moment to watch Hermione and he couldn’t help but be impressed on her focus, her talent.
Of anyone he didn’t want to know the truth. She was at the top of the list. Your bestmate is a murderer. Sorry about that. Wishes weren’t a thing. That traitorous rat had to die.
Umbridge had to have her soul ripped out. So Harry was going to have to be clever. Whatever plan he chose was going to have to be well planned.
Once it went to spell slinging though as it always inevitably did come end of year. Harry was just going to go straight to murder. He lamented at how much he had to do this year. Murder Umbridge, Plan well laid out plan for escape, Break Malfoy, Bring Cedric to heel. Fully experiment with his abilities.
“Evanesco” Hermione cried with a precise flourish of her wand and on her third attempt. The snail vanished. She was so focused. A smile on her face and her turned to her and beamed.
She caught him staring at her. He forced himself to beam.
“You’re going to be the Minister someday.” He stated. Hermione flushed at his pronouncement.
Harry stretched for a bit. He knew the secret of the spell concentration was key. The unforgivable torture curse had enabled him to focus.
“You’ve inspired me Hermione.” Harry bade as he pulled all his focus on the snail.
“Evanesco” a moment later there was no snail. Not even the residue as it had begun to crawl. Harry covered the desk with his sleeve. Ron just looked at him with dumbfound amazement.
Harry and Hermione escaped homework and that was enough for him. His foundation of Vanishment was apparently solid.
He hurried to out of the classroom and decided to just stroke that student that was dark as he made his way to the loo.
He hurried into the stall and relieved himself and the moment he pulled himself out of his trousers. He definitely felt a difference in weight.
His cock and balls seemed noticeably heavier. Just feeling his cock made him half hard. He wondered about it for a moment before he stuffed himself back inside his trousers and washed his hands.
The bathroom door swung open just as he finished.

A lanky student walked in. Harry blinked his green eyes. He had see this one before.
Ah… He snapped his finger. One of Draco’s circle of friends. “You best watch yourself Potter.” The lanky student threatened as he stepped inside.
Harry chuckled as his hand came to rest on his wand. “Funny, Is that what you’re trying to be Funny.” What should have been a threat became something… amusing. Children playing at power.
Harry replied. The Slytherin stopped as the door closed behind him. Just by resting his hand on his wand he had gained the students full attention.
“I think-“ Harry voice grew soft as a lion that stalked in the tall grass.
“You need to learn what power truly means. Your little friends have no idea what is coming. So I’ll tell you a joke.What do you call a disgraced servant groveling for mercy?” Harry asked.
As he passed the lanky student and with a wicked grin.
“A Malfoy. HA-HA!” Harry pushed the door and was gone. He hurried down the corridor towards the staircase and he worried if he was going to be late.
The first class defense against the dark arts came. He wanted to see just how badly the ministry was going to interfere.
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