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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’s breath hitched as blood flowed towards his pulsing cock. Rubbing his tip across those virgin lips, Theodore wouldn’t be once Harry got done with him.
“This is your last chance. Theodore, Say no and our business will be permanently concluded I’m sure you will have some influence for a time.” Harry suppressed a rumbling laugh.
Harry’s voice deepened. “I don’t ask for much. Just your complete and absolute obedience.” Harry rasped.
The darkness surged within him. “All I ask, Is that you put down your burden of choice. Nothing will ever be your fault again!”
Harry’s voice grew deeper. The darkness bubbled up and the rays of dawn began to dim. Darkness surged far more potent than before.
“All you have to do is lean back. Theodore!” Harry reminded Theodore. Harry moaned as he slapped those fuckable lips with his tip.
The twins had been accidents but this one was purposeful. It was ultimately Theodore who said the words and meant them. It was Theodore, who cast the killing curse snuffing that toady cunt’s lap dog.
It was Theodore who opened himself to the dark arts. Opening himself to the power that it so freely offered.
And it was Theodore- Harry gasped as if he was a lightning rod.
Harry clutched his head in ecstasy as Theodore suddenly opened his lips and let him in. Harry felt the dark arts surge through him like a vessel.
For a moment, his scar twinged and a cowardly, skeletal starving man attempted to make himself small and unnoticeable.
Harry blinked in confusion before the rush of ecstasy pulled him willingly into the abyss. Theodore suddenly behaved as if he couldn’t get Harry inside his mouth fast enough.
Harry leaned his head back as the dark surged through him. As the dark spilled from his mouth, tangible.
It swallowed the lanterns in the bathroom.
Drinking the dawnlight of the sun as it rose. Swirling all around him as the fumbling of an amateur attempted their best to suckle upon his cock. That virgin fooling around wasn’t enough.
Harry clutched Theodore by the head in a vise like grip and plunged himself into that throat. Harry moaned.
As the cataclysmic orgasm crashed over him. Harry exhaled in euphoric ecstasy! His cock pulsing again and again.

Voldermort suppressed yet another curse. Yet, another setback, Always another setback.
One would think Death Eaters would be efficient! But, no incompetence just incompetence! The supposed prowess of these so called purebloods was being called into question.
“Crucio!” Voldermort bellowed and Lucius hit the ground and with a shriek. The tension left his body as the fallen head writhed in purest agony.
Wealth meant little when he desired basic competence. A couple death eaters had been secured for being suspicious. Rendering them out of play.
Whomever slew Narcissa had chosen perfectly. It was an annoyance indeed, how precise the murder had been dealt. Calculated, Another dark wizard perhaps?
He released the curse with a thought. Content to listen to the frantic gasping of air from the once proud Malfoy. There was something soothing in humbling a such a proud bastard.
With yet another death eater slain in an altercation with a hitwizard. What to do?
What to do indeed? The ministry had wiped the location of Azkaban from every nonauror. Aurors were given backup.
Perhaps it was time to visit the continent?
Get away from the bumbling of these idiots…
And perhaps give the burgeoning dark lord a chance. Allow him a chance to hatch a scheme while the ministry and Dumbledore quarreled among themselves. He didn’t even have to lift a finger. With the Minister eagerly attacking his self-perceived rival
“Lucius, How are those funerary arrangements coming along?” Voldermort asked.
The gasping of air lessened as tears ran down his face. “It’s nearly done.” Voldermort frowned.
Purebloods had such ceremony and tiresome rituals.
“I will attend to such matters myself, Since clearly you are too addled by grief to properly bury your wife.” Voldermort stated with such sarcasm as he could muster.
“My lord?” Voldermort struck him with another crucio. Lucius’s voice rose into a scream for a moment.
“You don’t have permission to speak Lucius.” The Malfoy Patriarch attempted to grovel.
“You WILL invite him.” Lord Voldermort ordered and he brooked no resistance to the contrary.
Voldermort sat down.
“You’re a failure. Lucius. “ The dark lord hissed his displeasure. Broderick Bode laid in St.Mungos. Spell damaged but free of Lucius’s imperius. He was recovering.
Again, yet another instance of FAILURE.
A miserable wretch of a family patriarch.
I expected more from a pure blood such as you. Your child is neither light nor dark. But a pathetic gray, To be spurned by both and trusted by neither. I had hoped you could at least raise a cunning soldier. But no.”
“I see naught but a spoiled child. You’ve become weak, Lucius.” The snake eyed wizard hissed.
“Or perhaps, You’ve always been?”
Voldermort smiled. “Crucio!”
The screams of Malfoy were so soothing...

Harry fell back bonelessly into the tub.
He exited his sheath with a splash. Harry started laughing, it started with a chuckle and grew into a mad peel of laughter that echoed even as the sun burned through the darkness and the bathroom had returned to a normal state.

Harry gasped for air as slowly composed himself. Theodore remained where he was looking starstruck and Harry slapped him from his stupor.
Theodore shook an pulled himself into a resemblance of normalcy. He gripped his toy’s neck and crooned into his ear the same method as Barty taught him. Of cleaning himself and lubrication charm. Harry brushed his toy’s cheek fondly.
“I’m fucking you tomorrow.” He informed Theodore who hesitantly nodded. Harry gripped the back of his head possessively and kissed him forcefully for a moment.
Before he washed the rabbity student before dressing.
“I want everyone in Slytherin to know that the Malfoys have displeased Voldermort.” Harry ordered. Theodore nodded.

The day blended together and Harry was glad when Divination was today. Trelawny was a charlatan or well… Had been.
Then she prophesied in his third year. She had successfully predicated that traitorous rat would rejoin his master.
He used Divination to nap or just let his brain rest for a bit. He looked forward to speaking with Tommy inside the locket.
Harry sat down greatly displeased when that pink toady cunt waddled herself in like she was some sort of queen.
She prowled around asking questions. As Trelawny conducted her class. Her lapdogs prowling around, Harry was kinda offended that she so easily replaced her drunkard. With an equally mean looking auror.
His respect for Aurors dropped like a stone in a lake.
More like glorified mercenaries. Ugh! Pathetic!
Professor Umbridge made herself look so unforgivably weak. She pulled students aside and asked questions.
Dumbledore was nowhere near him.
So Harry discreetly reached out with his waxing power. He really didn’t expect her to react as he feigned looking into a crystal ball.
A single tendril and he prodded Trelawny with it. He wasn’t able to influence her, He grimaced as one by one Professor Toad slowly waddled her way to him. He had done his absolute best to keep as far from her obnoxious and loathsome appearance.
He didn’t want her to sense him. Her smile was like poisoned candy and as disturbed as a middle aged woman past her prime wearing clothing for girls.
It was disturbing. His concentration waned and his power receded.
He shuddered as he barely kept his gaze on a button or generally anything to distract him from the toady mess that was her face. Harry was going to have nightmares. It was like the bastard offspring of a goblin and a house elf got smashed in by a mallet and pulled over a fat person’s face.
He didn’t bother to pay attention but he answered them. Stupid cow thought he was going to fall for her petty schemes to land him permanently in detention.
He gave her nothing and to his immense satisfaction. He could feel the anger beneath that fake smile.
She was an afterthought at best. An unwanted fart at worst. That in the smallest way, somewhere in that fat head of hers…
She knew she was too.
Irrelevance.
The Ultimate Insult.
A crystal ball hit the ground and rolled loudly on the stone flooring. Harry looked down confused.

Professor Umbridge asked shrilly.

“Mr.Potter, What is the meaning of thi- “It has begun”.
Came a hoarse whisper from the front of the class. Silence descended on the room. Harry had heard the voice before.
The voice that had foretold the rat faced bastard would return to his master.
“Cataclysm comes in pairs. The dark surges in the waning of the dying light. A lord shall rise, A lord shall fall. The ministry of fools cannot waylay the dark lion that stalks unseen and swats the house of cards. The world will tremble as despair follows him.
Tears will be unheeded as the year dies” There was a loud thud. Professor Trelawny had fallen.
Harry swallowed.
She had spoken again. Even Professor Poison herself didn't seem to know what to do. Finally someone had the common decency to go get help. It was surreal as Professor Umbridge jotted something down on her clipboard.
The whole class was perturbed into silence even as Trelawny was escorted to Madam Pomfrey’s care.

Harry was looking forward towards Quidditch as he had elected to change in a bathroom stall rather than possibly having to “correct” and or eliminate his team mates. They were not worthy of seeing his tattoos.
Drapped in red that was Gryffindor’s uniform. Practice set his mind as ease but not even he could quite put the seer’s words out of mind.
Anticipation built in his mind as he bathed in silence and the rest of the day was a blur.

Harry had firmly closest his curtains tightly and made them imperturbable. No one was going to disturb him tonight, not without consequence.
“Harry Potter!” Harry’s green eyes shot open. It was Kreacher. Who held out his hand, Harry made sure he had his invisibility cloak and his wand and they were gone with a crack.
"Master, Winky should be near. The Room of Hidden Things”
The old house elf told him,Harry beamed and scratched his head. “Did you think of a reward yet Kreacher?” He whispered. “Not yet, Master!” Harry rubbed his head.
Harry looked around. It was an area unfamiliar to him, an unknown part of the castle. It was the seventh floor, close to a tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy attempting to teach trolls ballet.
“It is the Come and Go Room. Winky uses it to hide her butterbeer.”
Kreacher looked on in disgust. “Why haven’t I heard about it?” Harry asked. Kreacher leaned his head to the side. “You have to walk by it three times Master!” The cantankerous house elf grumbled for a moment good naturedly.
“Well then, Introduce me. Please Kreacher.” Harry held out his hand and Kreacher clasped it and they entered the room.
The room was filled with all sort of things. Broken and battered furniture, rusting swords, congealed potions.
Kreacher made his way in a certain direction. “If you please stop for a moment, Kreacher!” Harry asked. Harry reached out and felt incredible dark arts. It felt…
Why…
It felt like the locket about his neck. “Forgive me, Kreacher but we’re taking a slight detour.” Harry announced. What could feel like the locket about his neck???
He looked through old cloaks, suits of armor as he reached out and there he felt it. Harry hurried over to it. It was a crown of some sort.
Harry picked it up with his invisibility colak. It slept but started to stir. Harry wrapped his invisibility cloak around it tightly. Until he could determine if it was exactly like the Locket and had a mind. It could be dangerous.

The box of jewels gleamed. Harry would be back for it he decided. He nodded to Kreacher and they made their way back without further interruptions.
Harry strode powerful, he left it all out. He was a dark lord, not just some dark wizard with delusions of grandeur like Professor Umbridge.
Harry didn’t know what to think about the prophecy. He did not enjoy being outed by the seer, part of him wanted to just curse her and be done with it.
He pushed down the murder thought because the only one he really wanted to remove was that pink toady hag.

Harry drew himself up to his full height as the shadows seemed to move of their own accord. They rounded the corner and there was a female house elf surrounded by butter beer bottles.
She shivered as he approached and blurrily she sat up from her drunken stupor. Her eyes widened as they fell upon her.
He had waited far too long to be thwarted so easily. Azkaban was within his reach! He would not be denied!
“Hello, Winky I’ve been waiting to speak with you.”
He rasped, hiding his displeasure with a soft smile. He was going to do whatever it took. He had a feeling Winky knew the way to Azkaban.
Tonight he would get there one way or another!
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