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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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It hurt a lot more than he thought to purposefully sit as far from Hermione and Ron as possible. Harry sat down in the back. With the desk furthest in the back.
Hermione and Ron looked at him as the rest of the students filed in. “Trust me.” Harry remarked. They didn’t know Umbridge’s true nature. Oh, Harry knew exactly what kind of person she was.
A woman who sent dementors to give an innocent a fate worse than death. There was no hesitation in his mind. She had to die.
If he wasn’t who he was. If he wasn’t a dark lord… They’d exist, or rather their bodies would but they’d be empty shells. That was what he was going to do to her in kind. She wanted him gone.
So he’d make sure she would be utterly gone.
That reminded him. Dudley’s ass was his and Moody’s trunk did have room enough to confine someone…
Harry planted the book in front of him. There was that obnoxious Gray that was Malfoy. It really wasn’t surprise as they past him jeering. Crabbe and Goyle were trolls but they were unmistakably dark. They were a shallow dark.
Thickset and visibly cruel. He figured it wouldn’t take much prodding, They were practically already monsters.
Harry looked down at Defensive Magical Theory. He was pretty much past theory, killed a basilisk. He could command dementors.
He was someone to be feared. Harry’s green eyes widened, The only way to get to Azkaban. It wasn’t just limited to Aurors.
He realized it. His Servant Barty Jr, Had been to Azkaban and had escaped.
He put that thought on hold. The dark witch arrived, She wasn’t like Crabbe or Goyle.
She was purely awful in a way that was hard to describe. This was a woman that had no remorse and wouldn’t hesitate to murder children.
Harry imagined the only reason, this wretched bitch hadn’t gone the same route as Voldermort was due to the fact that she was weak.
She thought the ministry granted her the power she naturally lacked, and it was pathetic. Influence was not the same as power.
It was nowhere near the same thing. She was in for a rude awakening, but for now…
Harry clenched his fist. That was the secret. She didn’t know there was a dark lord in her classroom, That one resided here in Hogswarts.
His home.
Let her think she’s won. That’s she’s in control.
When the time came for the petty charade to end. She wouldn’t understand what was happening until the Dementor was firmly latched on her toady lips.
Harry reluctantly opened the book to the table of contents. There was that toady cunt in pink herself, Two aurors, intimidating and yet clearly bored.
A fake smile on her face. It was a smile that showed everyone just how repugnant she was inside. It was not a wonder she didn’t show her teeth.
That fake smile would make her look like a shark.
“Hm, Hm” Her girlish voice like poisoned cauldron cake. As she finally walked to the head of the classroom and everyone looked at her.
“Wands will not be needed. The weakness of this class has been rectified.” She giggled and Harry forced himself not to roll his emerald eyes.
“We will be following, A tightly structured and thankfully theoretical curriculum. This will enable you to successfully pass your upcoming O.W.L s.“ She giggled again and Harry was going to carry that switchblade and the brass knuckles somewhere readily accessible.
That mugger had been useful after all.
“No talking is required. Begin on copying the text on page one.” Dolores Umbridge finished, and she sat down at the professor’s desk as if she was a queen. The intimidating bodyguards of hers patrolled like well trained dogs. Circling the outer edges of the room before they made their pass on the inside of the classroom.
All Harry saw was a disappointment of a witch. Beneath his notice, he opened to page one and lazily copied the text.
Harry was not going to take the bait. He grimaced as five points were taken from Gryffindor because Hermione had to be smart.
Harry was the first to leave, he couldn’t wait to leave this farce of a class. He had a break before dinner, he turned the corner-
Someone snatched him and pulled him into a empty classroom. It was his business associates.
Fred and George and the lock clicked audibly.
“Well then.” Harry beamed a pleasant interruption and he smiled.
“You two are a pleasant surprise. As they knelt and Harry moaned as they greedily took his cock and his orders.
It was fascinating, It was far more complex than he supposed. This ability that he acquired. Did all dark lords have it? It would explain Voldermort’s rise to power if that was the case.
It might have based in imperio but it was deeper than that curse. Harry would have to experiment with it.
He had no idea if this effect was due to the experimental substances the twins were testing on themselves. If his cum had amplified the effects of the imperius curse or worst case scenario.
If it was this ability, his strangely potent seed, the experimental substances, the curse all melding together.
The effect it seemed to be permanent that was dark arts effects. Fred and George were welded to the leash of his will and that made them dangerous.
He would do his best not to use them like a weapon. The Weaselys had suffered enough nothing nefarious but eccentric joke item makers.
Fred and George put on a show for him kissing and touching.
As they worshipped his cock and he came and all the tension in his body left him and they lapped up his release.
Harry took a deep breath and got his bearings.
Was it really that simple to merely give someone permission to give up their free will? To convince the subject that nothing would be their fault.
Not all his followers could be this enthralled. Fred and George were getting kissing heatedly and Harry pushed their faces apart.
“You’ve done well.” Barty and Markus were loyal now but there was nothing to stop them from becoming disloyal someday.
If he was going to have more followers, then he had to ensure they’d be loyal.
Harry zipped his trousers and bade Fred and George to rise. Harry was going to be spending a lot more time in the library.
“Is there a spell to make sure an oath is enforced?” He asked more to himself than anything.
“The Unbreakable Vow.” George said and. Harry blinked.
“Unbreakable Vow?” Harry asked his thralls. “If they break it they die.” Fred responded.
Harry smiled sounded perfect.
“And how do you perform this spell?”
Harry returned to the common room. Hermione was knitting by hand as she looked up and smiled. Ron was half heartly doing homework.
“Mate.” Ron said.
Harry smiled sheepishly.
“Why didn’t you sit next to us.” His red-haired friend asked.
“Because, Its exactly what Umbridge wants.” Harry replied simply.
Hermione’s brow raised.
“I know you two noticed her eyes seemed to be in my general direction. She wants any excuse she can get to land me in trouble.” Harry threw out whatever seemed plausible to him.
“Of course.” Hermione stated as her eyes widened at some connection she saw.
“You and Cedric backed each other up when you said Voldermort has returned. And now that’s she here in Hogwarts…. Oh no.”
She looked at Ron. “She’s after Harry.”
“Bingo.” Harry remarked. Ron looked at him confused.
So Harry made it simple.
“Ron, the ministry isn’t here to interfere. The Ministry is here to Retaliate.” Harry said softly.
“Oh Harry.” Hermione stated stricken.
“I-“ Harry said softly.
“I can’t have anything happen to you guys.” Harry’s vision swam with tears. “ I can’t have anything happen to my best mates.” His voice choked with raw feeling.
He loved his best mates. Harry was completely honest, if anything happened, he wouldn’t hesitate to resort to murder if need be.
He would drown the ministry in bodies if he had to, Just to keep his best mates safe.
Ron coughed before he turned his attention to Hermione.
“Why are you knitting?” Hermione sniffed. “Harry was right.” She said simply.
“oh what was I right about?” Harry perked up and smiled at her.
“I wrote to Dumbledore and Hogwarts does indeed follow House Elf legislation. They’re safe here but it still seems a waste to not do anything useful with what I’ve already knitted.” She sighed wistful.
“I’m telling you Dobby will be ecstatic about it." Harry said. Hermione looked at him and smiled as she began to friendly bicker and for a moment. Harry could almost believe everything was alright.
That nothing could go wrong.
Almost.
Harry hide beneath his invisibility cloak as he stalked familiar streets. He knew this wretched suburb and Dudley had a debt to fulfill and Harry had every intention of making sure Dudley paid in full.
His piggish life was his and there was another reason as well. He could only imagine the pain Petunia and Vernon would go through if their precious little Ickle Dudleykins went missing.
They made him suffer so. Now their own suffering was about to begin. Harry wasn’t just going to take Dudley he was going to make sure they never saw one another ever again.
They had their chance to treat their nephew right and they failed. He was going straight after wretched hearts.
Harry went straight to the Underpass, where Dudley and him nearly got Kissed. Dudley had been drinking beer.
He patrolled for awhile. Harry was about to call Kreacher so he’d be able to sleep.
When that’s when he heard it. Drunken shuffling and Harry smiled maliciously.
Dudley was attempting to sneak drunken back home.
Harry allowed the drunken pig pass him as he shuffled into the Underpass. The lights hadn’t been repaired yet.
Harry took his time following Dudley waiting until he was in the darkest part of the Underpass.
“Stupefy”
There was a flash of red light and the sound of a fat arse hitting the ground.
Their tormented anguish was only just beginning.
“Kreacher” Harry rasped in victory and with a loud crack they vanished.
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