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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 froze and basked in the warmth that was Cedric. All thoughts of vengeance dissolved away with Cedric's smile.
"Harry"
"yes?"
Harry asked as Cedric pulled the door closed and locked it. "The Order is worried about what is happening here in Hogwarts. Harry frowned. It was just a dark witch with a delusion of power. That illusion of strength was going to cost her much more than her life. Harry was going to make sure of it.
"Nothing has happened so far." Harry looked into those gorgeous eyes of Diggory's. Those broad shoulders were made him incredible to look at.
Harry was surprised to see a bitterness on his face. "You're almost free from here, Cedric. Your last year and everything. You're going to do great things in the years ahead." Harry beamed.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that." The elder boy stated gloomily. "The ministry has ruined me." Harry shook his head. "I disagree; this momentary inconvenience will only prove how right you are."

Cedric was silent. "I believe in you." Harry simply stated, and he smiled. Cedric, was the champion of Hogwarts. He was the best of them.

"I- I see" Cedric's face flushed. Harry had to think of something, anything, to keep Cedric off balance.

"Umbridge is a dark witch," Harry stated, and incomprehension and disbelief were plain to see on those handsome features. "Okay, consider this, Cedric. Every defense against the dark arts teacher since my first year has at one point tried to kill me during the year."

"Professor Quirrell turned out to have Voldermort on the back of his head. Professor Lockheart was a notorious fame-seeking fraud who nearly got everyone killed. Professor Lupin, it Wasn't his fault and last year."- Harry stilled for a moment.

"Last year, Mad-Eye was an imposter. Don't give me that look, he vanished not long after we survived worm tail." Harry excluded the fact that unlike the order of the phoenix. He knew that Moody was dead.

"So based on that recurring trend. I can rightly state, Professor Umbridge is or at some point during this year will try to kill me." Oh, he was looking forward to it.

She wasn't going to walk away from that battle. That much Harry knew in his gut. Cedric looked at him strangely.

Harry wanted to kiss him, To possess him to the point that Cedric knew he was the dark lord in charge. To own him, to dominate him.

"You can't make such claims without proof!" Cedric stated. Harry shook his head. One warning that was more than most would get. Harry snatched his wand in his hand.

"I could hire you." Harry bade as he made his way to the door. "Alhomoroa" Harry had nothing else to say.

The rest of the day was a blur; it felt weird not to sit with Ron or Hermione as he quickly and quietly ate. That toady cunt was far too pleased with herself. Something was making her happy and a troubling sign.

Later that night, in his chamber of secrets as he beheld the locket. He was about to utter the spell when the locket spoke to him.

I yield, Master. I yield.  "Really now?" Harry didn't believe that in the slightest.

Master. Please. Came that voice tiredly from the locket. You have power but what you need is knowledge. I can help you, I can!

"And I'm supposed to believe that and just place you around my neck so you can strangle me the first chance you get, Tommyboy?"

Harry asked with disbelief. "Do not mistake me for an idiot. I've faced a persistent dark lord my entire life, and I'm still here." Part of Harry wanted to chuck the speaking locket.

I can teach you Fiendfyre. I can aid you, Master. It would be two minds vs. one. I finished Hogwarts with top marks."

Harry contemplated the locket's proposal. He had defeated the locket. Harry reached out with darkness and focused upon the talking item as he brought his will to bear.
And he squeezed.

The locket wailed in pain. "If I find you are deceiving me. I will destroy you. Protego Diabolica!"

With a graceful swirl of his wand, black flames erupted from his wand to surround him in a circle of roaring black flames.

"You know what this is, Tommy? Accursed black flames that consume my enemies and leave my allies untouched."

Tommy screamed as Harry dropped the locket in the swirling black flames.

"You weren't lying," Harry said as the black flames washed over the locket unscathed. Harry reluctantly let the flames vanish of their own accord, and he scooped the locket up.

its metal wasn't even warm to the touch. " I check all my servants Tommy. No exceptions, As long as you remain a faithful servant, the flames will not touch you." Harry beamed

"Isn't it fascinating that incinerating all depends on you? The ability to separate friend from foe is invaluable." Harry laughed darkly.

"Make no mistake Tommy, You are mine now- He stated with all the triumph that was a total victory. "I protect what's mine, and all I ask, Is a pittance, really. " Harry tisked

"Just your complete and absolute loyalty." I am loyal Master! I will prove it!

"Actions speak much louder than words, Tommy."
Harry said as he deftly clutched the locket and hesitantly placed it about his neck.

He expected the locket to try to strangle him. He didn't know what he expected. "I guess I'll give you a try."

Harry rubbed his scar as it throbbed for a moment. It was unusually tender.

He had finished his defense against the dark art homework. He thought for a moment. No, he actually could do better.

He sat down and picked up his quill. He was going to refute this Defensive Magical Theory.

It belonged in a bin. Harry snorted because it was true.

Theory wasn't going to save your arse from someone who meant you harm and access to a wand.

So You Don't Want To Die. He wrote the title with a smile.

As he put the title to it. Theory is not good enough when it comes to self-defense.- There was a disconcerting feeling of someone else looking through his eyes.

It is just me, Tommy.  The mental voice announced. "Wilbert Slinkhard is a self-important oaf who will only get others killed."

"I can do better." The locket was quiet for a moment and then started speaking.

Harry shivered as he woke in his dormitory bed. Much colder than it should have been as he blindly reached for his glasses and put them on. He gripped his wand off his nightstand.

Not acceptable at all. He halfwakeningly did a complicated wave with his wand. "Fervere!" A small puff of hot air rushed from his wand. He huffed and rubbed his eyes.

And repeated the Hot-Air Charm. This time blew from his wand and chased away the chill. His bed curtains fluttered softly, and he ended the charm. "finite.".

He dressed quickly as the chill remained outside the warmth of his bed. The locket made him shudder as it quickly settled about his neck. The dragon on his chest recoiled at its touch and spat menacingly.

Harry gaped for a moment in dismay. It wasn't even Halloween yet, But the world outside was covered in white.

Frost had covered the window, but it was unmistakably snow. His fellow years slept soundly. Harry wasn't a heartless arse.

He cast the charm again and banished the unwelcome chill from the sleeping area as he whipped his wand around until it was pleasantly warm, and then he left. Clutching a fresh change of clothes in one hand.

He hurried off to the bathroom, where he quickly entered the bathroom. He was about to lock the door when someone burst in on him. Harry's wand already trained on them. As his clothes in his offhand hit the cold floor.

It was that rabbity Slytherin kid. Harry's eyebrow raised, "I'm feeling generous today. I'll let you leave." The door promptly locked.

Harry let out a disbelieving laugh."You're something else. You know that, right?"

Harry wasn't going to hurt him... Permanently.

"You have inside knowledge on the dark lord's circle. That's why you know Lucius has been disgraced." Harry looked at him blankly.

" And you reckon that this was important enough to barge into a room that locks when it's occupied? That's not wise."

There was a loud bang from Harry's wand as the student was blasted off his feet and thrown bodily into the doorway.

"Accio Wand!"

His inner thigh burned for a moment. Then he caught the student's wand and dropped it.

"I'll admit, I'm not used to someone locking themselves in with me. That's a new one."

"You can have your wand back after I'm done bathing. You perv." Harry mocked.

"Serpensortia!" Harry hissed, and a black snake erupted from his wand. "Guard the wand!"  Harry commanded loudly. It drew itself up and coiled about the student's wand.

The student groaned as he picked himself up off the floor and sat. Harry turned the knob, and steaming water erupted into the tub.

"You are either stupid or desperate." Harry chided. A little bit of both, I imagine. Tommy whispered in his mind.

"Slytherins would kill for that sought-after info." The student rasped.

"And?" Harry asked.

"I just want to know my father's okay." The rabbity student admitted with a grimace.

Harry rolled his eyes. "How thoughtful, I'm sure." The student glared at him.

"I know you're planning on leaving Hogwarts. I checked the books you left behind on the table."

Harry cocked his head. "So you're going to try to stop me?" Harry's voice went soft.

"I could tell Professor Umbridge and make it difficult for you." Harry turned the knob off.

"What's your name," Harry asked as he trained his wand on the rabbity student.

"Theodore Nott," The student said defiantly. "That would be Troll of you."

Theodore looked at him determinedly. "I need that information. I need to know."

Harry rolled his eyes and dropped his trousers. "Turn around," Harry said flatly.

"Now!" The rabbity student reluctantly turned around and looked at the door.

Harry pulled his shirt over his head, and he stepped into the tub and groaned appreciatingly. As the hot warm loosened his muscles.

"You've got balls, Theodore." Harry smiled as he kept his wand trained on the Slytherin, whose back faced him. Theodore looked over his shoulder.

"What are you willing to pay for it?" Harry asked.

"What wouldn't I pay for it?" Theodore responded, and Harry chuckled darkly. " What are you willing to do for new information? We both know a dark lord has returned!"

The wizarding world hadn't even begun to see what he was capable of.

" And you're a parslemouth!" Harry chuckled. "Were you not there when Malfoy summoned that snake at me in second year? That's old news."

"What's that on your chest?" Harry smiled softly. "Something that I don't want to forget. I faced a dragon and lived." Harry beamed

Harry shrugged and bathed himself quickly, letting the soap and the water clean himself, and he hurriedly dressed. Letting the water drain noisily.

Fresh clothes for the new day, Harry at least wanted to enjoy it before something ruined it.
Harry knelt and hissed softly, and the snake coiled around his hand.

"Evanesco" The snake vanished, and Harry picked up Theodore's wand.

"Don't do this again, Theodore," Harry said lightly.

"You help me, I help you. I will get you the information you seek, and in return, you will give me something I seek."

"As long as this holds true, my word is golden." Harry picked up his things.

"And what I want is information on Draco's little friend group." Theodore looked at him.

"I can do that," Theodore replied, and Harry threw him his wand.

Theodore fumbled his wand even as he grabbed for it and picked it up off the floor.

"And Theodore?" The Slytherin looked to him.

"Keep what you've learned to yourself. Now get out of my sight."

Harry watched as Theodore bolted, and he waited for a few moments before he exited the bathroom as; Harry clutched his robes as he hurried to the great hall.

There was another educational decree.  Dolores Jane Umbridge has been appointed to the post of Hogwarts High Inquisitor. Effective Immediately. As per the ministerial management of magical mayhem act of 1924. 792 Subsection B.

Harry rubbed his scar.

He was going to be glad when she was dead. To mistake influence for power was going to be the last mistake she ever made.

He reminded himself to look for Barty's house-elf. The house-elf was likely here at Hogwarts.

That he could give to Kreacher. He hurried to get breakfast. Markus should be rewarded for his initiative.

He'd spend a night with Markus. Harry's emerald gaze looked around. He was impressed with Theodore, but next time he would not get off so lightly.

Harry would not allow others to meddle without consequence. The twins would have to prepare. His cock hardened, and harry shuffled awkwardly until he could adjust his dick.

It felt heavier than the last time he touched it. Harry felt a sense of relief that no one was around him to notice.

He hobbled off to the side of a hallway. He closed his eyes and focused on feeling the darkness. Two dark wizards were closing in and fast.

He hurried behind a statue. It wasn't a surprise that it was none other than Crabbe and Goyle.

Oh, they were dark, alright. They might be dumb as trolls, but they were capable of violence.

Harry hesitated before he shrugged off his reluctance. What was the point of having this power if he wasn't going to use it?

Harry reached out towards them, hand outstretched, and tugged.

They were talking amongst themselves as Harry brought his will upon them. He just wanted to see what would happen.

They stilled as their conversation ceased. As they looked around, they could feel him but could not see him.

There was a moment of stillness, and then they went berzerk on one another. Harry couldn't look away enraptured by their violence.
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