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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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There was waves lapping on the shore.
It was a simple matter to check as a pale hand easily opened the door with the blood of a vagrant. One more body to depths.
“Avada Kadvara” Voldermort killed with a flash of green light. He flicked his wand and the body hovered at his side.
Nothing had managed to enter his cave. He smiled as he looked towards the small island in the distance and the untouched boat.
An inferi to guard the boat was a good idea.
The corpse dropped.
The words were dizzying and complex yet he knew them by heart. Attacking any who entered would be a perfect way to shore up his defenses. It stirred and stood up as he gave it his orders.
The Ministry had been galvanized by Narcissa’s untimely death.
He had yet to find his way to Azkaban.
His death eaters were being watched far too closely.

Harry woke and saw his breath. Master? Came the voice from his locket.
Voldermort was creating inferi.

Harry blurrily replied as he reached for his glasses and wand. The first thing he did was banish the chill with the warming charm. The warm air issuing blasting away the cold. The windows immediately fogged up as the temperature of the room rose.
I can teach you those spells. Tommy replied.

Fiendfyre first. The locket quivered. You are mine now. Harry rebuffed the fear. If that is what you wish
"It is." Harry ended the conversation.

He didn't see what the hang-up was. Harry could already incinerate the damn locket if it was disloyal with the black flames of protego diabolica.

He dressed hurriedly; he was going bathe. It had taken him a couple weeks be he had finished his refutation of that self-righteous oaf. He had left the title of it unmarked.

He stuffed it in his bag, and he hurried to the common room. He stopped when he heard voices.

Dobby? He hesitantly walked in. There on a couch was Dobby enjoying himself as Hermione was knitting him something. A hand on his wand as he relaxed when he heard Hermione and...

"Hermione is kind. Socks are always welcome." Dobby beamed, and his bat-like ears shook as he bowed to Hermione. "Winky likes socks."

Like a blow to his gut, the question had been confirmed. There was a house-elf named winky here at Hogwarts and two. It was highly likely it was Barty's house-elf. Azkaban was closer than before!

"Dobby is doing his best to keep her away from butterbeer. Unfortunately, Dobby isn't entirely successful!" Hermione and the house-elf talked for a bit before the dobby vanished with a crack. A pile of knitted things in his hands.

Harry was closer to getting that toady cunt's soul sucked out. However, she eventually looked up and smiled at him.
Harry's heart clenched. He didn't deserve his best mate.
"Harry!" She said with conviction and love and hope.

It made him feel like a stranger in his own body. She didn't see him, not really. She could only see the corpse of the hero who perished in that graveyard.

She was essentially looking up at the night sky. Looking at the ancient past. Those stars were long dead, but they were so brilliant that their light finally reached them. It could fool anybody into thinking the source of that primal light still lived even after eons of death.

She saw Harry...

And he didn't have the heart to tell her. Harry was gone, Only Leo remained abyss now dwelled where once a star reigned. It hurt; it stung like vinegar in a cut.

But, she knew him not, a stranger in his own common room. Blood on his hands... And he was just getting started.

"Hermione!" He replied with a soft smile. He saw the wariness in her shoulders. Some part of her knew, perhaps she'd always known. Harry thought of something to distract her. Because if he didn't, She'd figure it out... And he wasn't willing to kill his best mate.

"How's Viktor Krum?" He asked. A look of guilt crossed her face. "He's doing fine." She retorted fiercely. Harry held his hands up.

"I'm just asking because the second task made it quite clear how he feels about you." To his surprise, she went silent. Harry had managed to render her speechless. Much more potent than any silencing charm.

She had taken a fancy to someone else... Harry was going to nip that in the bud. Not just anyone could measure up to his best mate. A hate potion would fix that. The locket whispered in his mind, and he agreed.

"It isn't that simple, Harry-" He interrupted, and he shook his head. "You are literally the brightest witch of this age." Harry reminded her.

"I'm not that powerful, Harry!" She said. Harry disagreed. "Hermione, you truly are that strong."

His declaration in her had clearly took her off-guard. "he's in another country and-"

"And he listened to you. He treated you right. Is all that I'm saying. I won't bring it up again. I apologize. I want you to be happy." Harry apologized, and that guilty look stayed on her face. She did have feelings for Viktor.

It worked. See how off-balance she is. Tommy of the locket chuckled in his mind.
Harry hated how he manipulated his best mate. It made him feel dirty.
"Umbridge isn't teaching us how to defend ourselves." Finally, Hermione forced the conversation, and Harry allowed the conversation to shift.

"I know William Slinkhard is a pompous oaf that will only get people killed." Hermione's looked at him, astonished.

"Theory is not going to do squat against someone with a wand and a desire to cause you harm." Harry shoved his hand into his bag and handed her the collection of parchment pages he had done.

"So You Don't Want To Die." She read the title.

Her eyes widened. "Harry is this what you've been-" She practically jumped off the couch and hugged him.

"I haven't put a name on it. I can't, not when Umbridge." He froze as the realization hit him like a crucio in the back.

Umbridge was going to hurt his best mates. "This is exactly what we need, Harry!" She exclaimed happily as she backed away.

As she sat back upon the couch and began to peruse the loose collection of parchments. "Hermione, understand that Umbridge is-"

Harry didn't get to finish. The locket told him, and he turned to gaze upon a not-awake Ron. As there was a loud yawn, and he followed Hermione's gaze. That's who she fancies.

His other best mate... His friends were going behind his back. He definitely was going to brew a hate potion. While Ron had stuck by him. It had taken him far too long to realize Harry's innocence.

Ron wasn't worthy of Hermione's affections. One hate potion coming up. Harry abruptly left without a word. His friends were going behind his back.

Hermione got up to greet the groggy Ron, but Harry was already gone.

Hermione's mind was whirling as she started reading. It was a complete refutation of defensive theory. There will always come a time where you will have to be able to defend yourself. Your own safety is first and foremost your responsibility and none other.

Hermione realized Harry had grown up. She would have to peruse it, but it seemed...
She flipped through the pages quickly. Disarming, shield spells...
Hermione did not like the... She was missing some vital piece of context. The information that would snap into place, and she'd understand.
It was upsetting and vexing that she did not understand. What are you preparing for? Did something happen over the summer? Surely not, Harry would have told them...
She'd keep her suspicions to herself for now. "Ron, We have to read this."

Harry made it to the bathrooms. The moment he opened a door, a pair of ginger arms pulled him and locked the door. Harry barely had time to react before their lips were on his own. He shivered as twins descended on him. His clothes were thrown off unceremoniously.

Fred and George touched him, and his wizardhood rose painfully. Harry wasn't going to complain. Not about servants who- Harry shivered as Fred got to his knees. Harry could only look down as Fred swallowed him down to his pubes. "Fuck" escape his lips.

George kissed the back of his neck, and it felt so welcome. "Stop," Harry reluctantly commanded, and they obeyed. The compliance was instant. Harry was amazed as they simply clung together and putting on a show for him.

Harry bathed and prepared himself. Harry trod the almost steaming water as his insides were clean. The greatest servants were the ones who didn't need orders.

Harry clutched the side of the tub. Fred eagerly jumped into the tub, his throbbing cock leaking profusely. Fred immediately began to knead his arsecheeks with his hands. "Ah." Harry moaned as his cock pounded to its hefty full mast. George kissed him just as Harry felt Fred prod at his back entrance.

Maybe he should seek to replicate this kind of servitude...

"Oh," Fred kissed his hole with the crown of his cock. Teasing his entrance with its width. Harry sank back as his slick entrance easily gave way.

Oh, he missed this. Harry would try not to go so long without pleasures of the flesh. It had been far too long as the pleasant tingled up his spine, and the heady rush from the momentary discomfort as his hole stretched.

Pleasure poured into his mind, and then George began to play with his heavy ballsack. Harry jerked as his major masculinity was unaccustomed to touch. Throbbing painfully as his apple-sized hefty nuts and throbbing cock seemed to course with black veins.

George played with his testicles as Fred rammed his way to the hilt. Sheathing himself inside Harry. His red-haired pubes tickled Harry's arse, and to Harry's surprise, Fred pinched his nipples.

"You two have been practicing!" Harry gasped approvingly as George took his cocktip in his mouth and worshipped it with his tongue. George's cock rubbed against his inner spot, making Harry shudder as he pulled all the way back.

And rammed it back inside. Harry was ensheathed, again and again, feeling his pleasure button being pounded by George! The sound of skin slapping skin resounded loudly.
It was music to Harry's ears. Slap, Slap, Slap!
Oh yes! The pleasure built!
Harry cried out.

"The only way prophecy can be removed from the prophecy hall is by the ones it is about." Voldermort frowned. "Thank you, Nott." The dark lord mused. There was no way he was going to the ministry himself. No, The boy could do it.

Voldermort had options... It would be easier if he could get his hands on him. Lucius confirmed that Harry Potter was legally registered under Sirius Black's care. They were both under the watchful eye of Dumbledore's order. That meddlesome old goat.

He turned to the stooped wizard who knelt. "Who is the closest connection to the Blacks?" He asked. Lucius cowered on the ground.

Harry came to just as the orgasm ripped through him. The wet and warm mouth was too much, and he came. "Don't swallow it." He rasped as George pulled away. bring me my wand and my bag." He commanded and shuddered as warmth sprayed into him.

As Fred was fully ensheathed within him. "What is he planning?" Harry asked himself. There was no way he was going to let that go. He needed to know. And that meant he was going to have to fuck a lot more.

George dragged his bag and handed him his wand. "Thank you," Fred spoke. I have a gift for our best business associate!" Harry chuckled breathlessly. As he focused and grabbed a spare vial. He could always snatch a few during potions. There were spares for a reason. He placed his wand to his temple and drew the silvery strand from him, and he used his wand to drip it into the vial.

Theodore Nott was going to pay handsomely for it. Harry stoppered the vial and let it drop into his bag.

He was going to have to accelerate his plans. Now that he knew winky was at Hogwarts.

He needed leverage that only Azakaban could give him. He needed more allies.

"George, share it with Fred." The twin eagerly kissed his brother, and they heatedly kissed. Fred pulled out, Harry attempted to stand up, but George pushed him back down.

Harry raised his brow. He gave a hitched breath as George was thicker than his brother.

He'd allow it. They had been perfect actors so far; for the most part, no one had noticed that they were people puppets. And for that, he'd make sure they'd stay safe and be happy little inventors. George grabbed his hips and started hammering at him.

Harry shivered from the sensitivity of his recent orgasm, and his body shuddered from the rough treatment. Fred walked over in front of him and presented him with his gift.

It was a gift that was large at the base and tapped like a smooth egg. "Thank- You." Harry rasped as George pounded him.

He was going to have to break Malfoy in sooner than later. Presumably, before things escalated. The familiar sound and smell of sex got him half-hard again. Harry, however, was thankful when George's cock exploded inside him.

George took his gift, and Harry almost asked why. George pulled out. He promptly pushed the gift soundly inside him.

It felt weird as it fully sheathed inside him. Harry shuddered as he finally stood up, and it pressed up against that pleasure node inside him.

"Thank you." Harry bade as he slowly climbed out of the tub and slowly dressed.

Every step jolted his gift into his joyful spot. Harry turned to the twins, who resumed touching each other. "Let it not be said I'm not generous. " He pointed his wand at their crotches. "Engorgio!" They should be a little bigger down there.

The twin's cocks grew a bit longer and thicker as their testicles swelled. "You two keep practicing. And when you are done, don't miss your classes. And most importantly, begin making preparations for a memorable departure!"

Harry hurried towards the owlery as quick as he dared as he used one of the common owls to deliver a message to Theodore Nott. It was a simple message with the vial. He gave the location to an abandoned classroom and a time after dark. Don't be late."

That night was going to be interesting.
Harry mused as the owl flew off. That rabbity git had better not flake off.

Not tonight.

Or he might lose a lot more than he imagined.
Harry touched his wand and allowed himself a small smile. He hoped, something would happen. Soon Theodore Nott was going to have to make a choice...
And Harry was thinking what he was going to do if the answer was no.
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