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Tarnished Lion	By : InvidiaRed Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 56678 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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A warm mouth enveloped him. Harry gripped that head harshly and rammed himself deep into that sputtering mouth.
Harry growled as he felt those throat muscles spasm around his invading member.
This was perfection.

Harry jerked awake breathing heavily. It had been two days since he returned to the Dursleys.
Twenty-eight days.
The dreams were getting more vivid. He had barely left his room. It was slowly getting worse. He felt it coiling around him strangling him. His temper had become more and more strained. Anger came quicker than ever before.
It wanted release. it wanted freedom. His will was iron clad. He was determined to have a normal summer to ensure that no hijinks could ultimately spoil his wish to be rid of the Dursleys forever.
He had to be careful around the Dursleys they knew. He couldn’t tell how but they knew something had changed within him.
With their wary looks they shot him when they thought he wasn’t paying attention. They knew he was dangerous.
And Harry knew he was dangerous.
A strange politeness had developed between them. Even Dudley had become rather polite. He didn’t see how such a thing was possible. Dudley wouldn’t even go near him or near the park as Harry just sat in the swing.
Harry dressed quickly throwing on red shirt and trousers. He didn’t bother to wear underwear anymore.
His wand polishing skills were quickly becoming masterful. It was one of the few things that made that constant yearning lessen for a time. Was it his imagination or was it getting bigger? Harry wondered.
He started early right after he tied his shoes. He reluctantly left his room after making sure his wand and his holster was securely at his side. Within easy reach.
“Good Morning, Vernon, Petunia, Dudley” Harry politely announced as he quickly began his chores without a single hint of a complaint.
They responded with an enforced polite
“Good Morning, Harry” Harry nodded, and he grabbed the handles of the rubbish bag. He easily carried the rubbish bag towards the bin.
It was disconcerting the identical bins in front of everyone’s homes. Everyone here just carrying on as if there wasn’t a dark lord on the loose. He snorted.
This quaint illusion of normalcy wasn’t real. It was as fake as the shows on the telly.
All of it lies. Horrible stuff happened all the time, but the muggles seemed adamant to pretend as if everything was fine and dandy rather than accept the reality that it was not.
It probably was his imagination, but the muggles looked a little under the weather to his green eyes. Everyone continued their morning routine. Dads and moms went to work. Some hurried, others didn’t.
Harry went back inside and quietly ate with the Dursleys before he started the dishes.
“Harry?” Dudley asked.
Harry looked up from the suds.
“Yes, Dudley?” Harry asked
“Who is Cedric? Your boyfriend? You cry out in the night a lot.”
Harry started chuckling openly. Dudley looked at him uncomfortably with his short blond hair. Still vast as ever.
“And if he is?”
Harry’s emerald eyes glinted. Cedric could only wish he was so lenient. No, he had a few ideas about that impending punishment.
Vernon and Petunia went silent. Wow.
He reveled in it. As they all basked in the awkward silence. Harry might have broke Vernon. He was already a freak in his eyes with having magic and now Cedric was his boyfriend apparently. How’d that even work? Harry briefly wondered.
It was a two for one special.
Harry finished the dishes and dried his hands.
He cleared his throat.
“Or maybe, I am crying out at night. Because the monster who killed my parents is back.” Harry just threw that out there before he left.
Leaving them speechless. As he closed the door behind himself and made his way to the park.

It was a rather broken-down park. Close to an underpass riddled with graffiti and other things Dudley tainted by his gang.
It was overcast and gloomy much like his spirits.
Logically, He knew he had to keep a low profile. That the ministry of magic would just be looking for an excuse to ruin his only chance of escaping this dreary “normal” suburb that muggles just seemed to crave. This illusion of normalcy wouldn’t last not with Voldermort preparing.
He couldn’t help but feel.
Abandoned.
He swung half-heartedly.
It was a stupid thing he knew for a fact. His best mates wouldn’t abandon him and were likely keeping the ministry from upsetting him.
There was a whisper in his mind. A nagging doubt that Dumbledore was be behind it. Harry Potter hadn’t seen a single hair on Dumbledore’s head.
To his knowledge he hadn’t deserved such treatment. Wormtail’s murder notwithstanding. He had done the impossible again and again.
Was Dumbledore afraid of him? Surely not?
Right?
The thought swirled in his head unpleasantly. Harry slowly forced the bad thoughts down but like that power.
It lingered mockingly. Coiled like a serpent just waiting for an excuse. Harry was confident he could keep them both at bay with sheer willpower.
Harry’s emerald eyes watered as pain radiated from his inner thigh. He winced and cursed under his breath.
He rubbed it through his trousers. The Dark Mark hadn’t been willing.
Like a broken sewage pipe. A sudden dark thought gushed forth.
Hermione was the brightest witch of his age. She’d tell Dumbledore about him. She’d see some symptom, or some telltale sign and they come after him.
The Wizarding World did not like dark wizards and outright hated dark lords. He wasn’t either but she’d see something he’d miss.
Harry shook his head. He wasn’t going to harm his best mate ever. He snapped his finger
Victor Krum was the answer.
A car honked loudly, and Harry slipped out of the swing and landed on the ground.
Harry jumped up and brushed himself off. There was a hesitant hope in his heart. Perhaps Ron or Hermione got her parents to visit.
It was a white car. The driver was…
No one he ever saw before. Completely unknown.
It was a middle-aged man. He looked tired and had bags under his eyes as he looked overworked and his short black hair was graying. He wore an all-black uniform. With another getting out of the car.
He hesitantly waved and made his way over with his fellow following not far behind.
The man zeroed in on his lightning scar upon his brow.
“Are you Harry Potter?”
“Ahh… Did Dudley put you up to this?” Harry asked hesitantly. His hand lowered to his holster.
“No. Junior wants to see you.” The second man stated.
“I think I’m gonna go?” Harry asked with a not quite question.
“Please, He’ll hurt us if you don’t. He can make you feel the worst pain imaginable. Please… Harry” The older one pleaded. It was a tired begging.
Shenanigans. It had been too much to ask that he could have a single normal summer…
And yet. He wasn’t a dark wizard who could heartlessly ignore another’s cry for aid. Rita Skeeter might have actually had a point when she wrote he had a hero complex. Just….
Damn it all.
He could get himself out of trouble… Without falling into those dark murderous thoughts.
“I-I Understand.” Harry replied and he walked to over to them. The older one gave a sigh of relief as Harry got into the passenger seat.
And the young man got behind him.
It was tense in the car. Harry reluctantly put on the seatbelt.
The graying older man got in, hurriedly got the vehicle started and suddenly Harry was being driven off. The older man clutched the steering wheel with white knuckles.
“Forgive us.” He rasped as he didn’t bother taking his eyes off the road.
Harry barely had time to blink as the younger man behind him suddenly grabbed him from behind. With the sweet scent of chemicals invading his nostrils as the man forced a rag around his nose and mouth and held on with a desperate strength. Harry thrashed as much as he could, but his seat belt further restricted him and in a blind panic.
He could not find his wand at his side. It was a prolonged thrashing or rather like a fish flopping in futility against a boat’s deck.
Harry’s seeker physique was not a match against the desperate struggle of a full-grown adult. Harry bucked and thrashed but could not dislodge the rag. It was harrowing.
Harry felt himself slow down as his movements slowed to a crawl and the car groggily began to swirl. Harry fainted.
“Rennervate”
Harry feebly stirred and then someone jabbed the dark mark on his inner thigh.
The Dark Mark burned and throbbed agonizingly.
Harry Potter sat ramrod up as he blurrily looked around managed to touch his glasses. He forced them on and his wand was nearby.
Harry clutched it suddenly and he shakenly got to his feet.
“Constant Vigilance!” Came a voice.
His wand was in his hand and Harry looked cautiously around. The darkness hid the owner of the voice giggled insanely.
“The Boy Who Lived revived the dark lord.”
“I did not” Harry shouted. The voice tisked at him.
“You shouldn’t lie Harry Potter. It’s not polite.”
The voice took on a zealous fervor.
“I alone am his faithful. The Dark Lord gave me the honor to hurt those who had spurned their master. I risked everything to give him the one thing he wanted above all.”
“You.”
“Lord Voldermort was correct. You ran and hid the first chance you got. Harry Potter!” The voice grew manically gleeful.
“I am not a dark wizard.” Harry yelled. The voice chuckled loudly.
“You are correct Harry Potter.”
“You are something much worse.” The man laughed delightedly.
“Who could my master turn to for this task? The others proved faithless. They abandoned him and I hate nothing more than a Death Eater who walked free. I made them scream.”
A lantern burst to furious life illuminating the room.
Harry squinted at the sudden brightness. He raised a hand to fend off the blinding brilliance and then he gawked.
He had seen him before. He had seen that face before in a trial he had seen in the pensieve. It was lined now. The person however was still recognizable.
Pale skinned and slightly freckled with a mop of straw-colored hair.
“I know you” Harry whispered.
“You may call me Barty. Junior works too.” The man lazily twirled his wand. He looked completely ordinary in muggle garb.
Harry raised his hand and a shield charm popped up between them.
“Now Harry, The Dark Lord doesn’t want you to do anything rash. Not after all the preparation We’ve done.”
The man frowned at him like a disappointed pet owner.
“Expelliarmus!” Harry spat and the red light impacted the shield charm with no effect.
“Harry, I trained you to do the Unforgivables. Come on.”
Harry grit his teeth.
“No-No I Can’t- Won’t” Harry corrected but those mad eyes alighted upon him. Those dark eyes glinted diabolically. A manic smile spread across that face.
Junior wagged a finger chidingly.
Harry felt that power coil at the thought. He knew the words… He knew how to cast them.
“Dumbledore wanted a weapon Harry. Why do you think he let a retired auror train you? “Junior pouted for a moment.
“Perhaps, I just need to give you a refresher course.” Junior hummed for a moment. The shield charm dissipated.
And suddenly Harry was in an impromptu duel with someone much more experienced, talented and above all quite willing to inflict pain.

It took a few moments for Harry to realize. The disarming spell just wasn’t going to cut it. Junior’s spells shattered his shield charm with ease. Barty Jr. Wasn’t taking him seriously.
Junior wasn’t even bothering to verbally cast.
Harry was fully aware that he could very well end up like the Longbottoms. Entombed in St. Mungos.
No.
Harry didn’t have to rely on- “Crucio!”
White hot knives stabbed into him for a moment before he hit the ground.
Harry slowly got picked himself up.
“Expeli- “Crucio” The Cruciatus curse smashed into him before he could even finish.
The power coiled in him fought to break free. Harry sailed backwards in agony.
He hit the ground harshly but barely felt it from the excruciating agony. The pain ebbed away. Harry breathed in harshly. He wiped his mouth.
The stark reality began to seep in. He couldn’t keep that power down and duel. It scratched at the back of his mind like a particularly aggressive dog. He could either let in willingly or have it break in.
Harry Potter chose to let it in.
Harry was tired of hurting. He stretched and it coursed through him. It flooded him and drowned out the lingering pain as it rampaged towards the root of his knob and made him painfully rock hard.
Junior looked at him delighted in the abrupt change in behavior.
Harry Potter pointed his wand at Junior.
“CRUCIO!” He roared the ground erupted in an angry furrow. Harry’s Cruciatus curse rampaged.
Junior started laughing manically even as he was blasted off the ground. His arms outstretched.
He hung there aloft. Harry twitched as he watched.
Harry felt resolutely sublime.
He had forgotten how much he had missed this feeling.
Moment by moment he was fantastically enwrapped in the display.
That manic laughter ever so slowly replaced by screams of delightful agony. Barty Jr. Strung up like a puppet with invisible strings.
Harry lifted the curse and Barty Jr. Hit the ground.
“No!” No. He cried horrified.
This wasn’t him.
The Dark Arts beckoned so sweetly in his mind. His cocked throbbed painfully.
Harry stumbled away in a blind panic. His green eyes darted around in this unknown place. Harry felt the hair on his neck raise as he felt a looming presence behind him. A chuckle as a hand snaked down his waistband and clutched his second wand.
Harry froze. His wand clattered on the concrete.
Barty Jr. whispered in his ear.
“I’ll take good care of you. My lord”
Harry heard his trousers hit the concrete.
Barty Jr. Hummed appreciatively.
“The Boy Who Lived is certainly a Big boy.”
Somehow a grown man was suddenly between his knees. On his knees. Staring up at him like he deserved to be there.
“Let me show you what I learned in Azkaban.” Harry could hardly protest as Barty Jr quite literally worshipped him.
Barty Jr. Was doing things with his mouth that Harry hadn’t even known was possible between two wizards.
He worshipped the tip and nuzzled his knob. Barty Jr’s. Lips, mouth and hands were exclusively attentive to his cock.
Harry was primed and harry felt like the barest touch could send him over the edge. That was the point where Barty Jr took his cock into his mouth and bobbed up and down.
“Enough.” Harry rasped. As he clutched Barty Jr’s head and forced himself as deep as possible. He heard sputtering and Barty Jr. Attempted to buck him off. Harry had a firm grip upon Barty Jr’s head and then he clenched.
He unloaded in that warm tight mouth. Once. Twice. A third. Harry clutched onto that head he pressed deeply into his crotch as he rode that orgasm to completion.
Then and only then did Harry shove off Barty Jr. Who landed on the floor with a thud and sputtering breathing.
Harry stood there and shivered riding out the after shocks that made his whole-body tingle. Raw power flooded into him like a dam had broken.
Overwhelmed with it. Coursing through his racing thoughts.
His nerves sang with joy and all the tension drained from him. He stretched he hadn’t known he had been carrying all that stress.
Barty Jr. was sputtering and coughing.
Harry easily climbed atop him and held him down and swiped some of his release onto his finger and forced his finger into that mouth.
“Swallow.” Harry commanded. He watched Barty’s throat move. Harry felt a sense of de ja vu for a moment. Like he had done this before.
Barty’s dark eyes were glazed over and unfocused.
Harry Potter was quite happy being a teenager. He was already hard again. Harry Potter laughed darkly as he crawled over Barty’s body until his sex was positioned at his mouth.
“I’m not finished” Harry breathily exulted.
And Barty Jr. took him in his mouth again.
Harry’s month stuck with muggles didn’t seem so terrible after all. In fact, it seemed like at long last he’d receive some much-needed rest and relaxation.
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