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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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Winky took one look at him and began to bawl incoherently.
Harry’s eyes widened in surprise, He had seen her before at the Quidditch
From before the graveyard, from before when he was just Harry.. Before the crucio and the other unforgivable. When he was so naïve it hurt.
“Barty tells me you used to be his house elf.” Harry bade. Winky burst in angry tears.
“Oh the shame, The shame.” She whispered. “I be looking after the Crouches all my life.” Harry gently patted her head.
Poor thing. Harry got on his knees and looked her in the eyes. “What would you be willing to do to see dear old Barty Jr?” The locket laughed in his mind.
She looked up tears in her eyes.
“Anything. I is willing to do anything!” Harry looked her in the eyes. “You don’t belong here Winky. You deserve better.” Harry stated as he crooned cleaning charms.
She was a house-elf and thus deserving of dignity. To his surprise Kreacher of all things decided to speak up.
“Kreacher is old.” Harry stood up and looked at his house elf but the old house elf walked slowly towards Winky. “Kreacher has served many masters. Only two have ever been kind to old Kreacher. Young Master is kind to Kreacher. Young Master needs more than old Kreacher.” Winky’s eyes opened.
“Kreacher, you are a perfect house elf.” Kreacher sunk his head. “Young Master is right to send old Kreacher to Hogwarts.” The elder house elf admitted. “Kreacher isn’t spry as he used to be. Kreacher’s hands shake holding tea tray.” The house elf admitted.
Harry stepped away from Winky and he knelt in front of Kreacher. “You aren’t allowed to harm yourself Kreacher. Permission I will not give.”
“Kreacher his head to be with his mother and father.” Harry thought of the mounted heads in grimmauld place.

“Kreacher, You are needed who else will keep the other servants in line?” Harry scrambled to think of a way to keep Kreacher occupied. Thankfully, Harry had been reading a lot in the library. There were hierarchy in service.

“So, I will compromise Kreacher. When you eventually depart this world I will do as you ask and not a moment sooner.” Harry’s eyes bored into Kreacher’s, as the house elf beamed with absurd amount of joy.

“I will look for another house elf-“ Harry turned as Kreacher looked straight at Winky. Winky looked at him wide eyed.
“Can Winky be yous House-elf?” She asked.
What the fuck just happened? Harry wondered to himself. This was not at all what the plan was to be.
Harry held out his hand. “Only, and I mean if you want-“ Winky clasped his hand and Harry jolted upright. It was like a bolt of lightning surged through him.
Harry shuddered and swayed for a moment. “Winky is yous!” She crowed. Harry got on his knees and hugged her for a moment.
He gazed into her eyes. “Okay, Winky I have a few ground rules. 1. You are not allow to harm yourself without my permission. 2. Eat when you are hungry, Sleep when you are tired and help when you are able.”
Kreacher spoke gruffly. “The other house elfs are mean to Winky because she was given clothes and drinks butterbeer.”
Harry nodded in thanks towards old Kreacher.
“3. Winky is a good house elf. Repeat it to me Winky if you please.” She looked at him floored. She looked scared. “Winky is a good house elf.” Harry patted her kindly on her head. “ I don’t care what the other house elves think. What happened to you was unfortunate.”
Harry had to think he had seen bums who tried to stop drinking. “Winky, over time gradually reduce your butterbeer drinking. You are a good house elf. I trust that you can do this.” Harry pulled himself up to his full imperious height now then Winky.
Harry put on stern persona. “Winky go to bed and rest up.” He smiled despite himself. She gaped at him, and attempted to do a bow, she stumbled and with a crack she was gone.
Azkaban was the furthest from his mind. It would have to wait…
Fuck… Still it wasn’t a total lost. A second house elf and the crouch house elf to boot. Speaking of Barty… He needed to see him again.
He wondered what all the blackmail he could get from Winky about him growing up? Harry smiled.
“Kreacher, we’re going to get the that chest full of jewels and bring it to the chamber of secrets.” Harry commanded and then he knelt and hugged Kreacher.
“You truly are a priceless treasure Kreacher.” He petted Kreacher on the head affectionately. They gathered their treasure and headed to the chamber of secrets with a loud crack.

Harry was going to turn in early. Azkaban was now within his grasp!
He had something Voldermort hadn’t, A lead! Harry made sure everything was ready. As he had bottled all the remainder of the hate potion.
Kreacher had begun dosing his foolish best mates.
Hermione and Ronald did not belong together.
He submerged the cauldron, water would cleanse the lingering dregs and he had a day or so before he had to worry about potion class.

He saw his reflection for a moment. Harry gazed for a moment. It was disconcerting that he no longer knew who was in the reflection.
He should know the stranger that looked back at him. A droplet of black rippled the water. The unmistakable smell of rot and death permeated the area.
His hand went to his dripping scar. What the fuck? Harry’s heckles raised Harry tumbled backwards suddenly and he hit the ground heavily.
The locket spoke to him suddenly and urgently.
Someone’s trying to take over!
It yelled.
“Kreacher a heavy blanket!” He gasped as the blossoming dark lord bade! As his vision swirled black.
There was a certain level of audacity that was allowed. Who ever was attempting to take his body had made the wrong decision.
Harry looked around and there he saw it. The figure clasped tightly around him in an death grip as if he was a lifeline.
It was the gaunt, skeletal figure he had glimpsed before. Harry swung brutally his first blow catching the gruesome thing on the side of the head.
“You dare?!” He roared. Dudley had taught him many things about cruelty. About when to strike when the other was off-guard.
Harry had no mercy, pitiless and so thoroughly pissed that Harry grinned. “I bow to no one, especially not to a parasite like you!” The world went black as the blossoming dark lord called upon the darkness and it came to his aid.
The inferi upon him was weak and starved, despite its unrelenting deathgrip. It felt like the mind inside the locket. It clung to him as if it needed him to survive.
The one he had brought to heel. So Harry repeated what he’d done to subjugate this one. He plunged into the darkness and gazed into the abyss.
Harry’s wrath peaked and he plunged further than he’d ever been inside the bleak nothingness. He felt the hunger of the blackness that surrounded him.
It was everything the light wasn’t. Merciless, inexorable and superbly terrible in malignance. Harry dared what no wizard dared.
He gazed into the abyss…..
And it gazed back into him. The terrified moans of the nearly dead thing clinging to him was swallowed but the blackness.
Harry was not afraid of it. The darkness yielded to his will. Harry plummeted into its infinite depths and as they fell. Harry calmly gripped it by it head.
“There’s a reason why I am the dark lord.” Harry twisted and snapped its head. “And you are a pathetic worm clinging to me.”
Harry gripped its throat and squeezed. “You are nothing. And I…
“I AM THE DARK LORD. I AM THE DARK LION THAT STALKS UNSEEN!”
He exclaimed with a relish.
As the weak nearly thing trembled before his might. Harry gazed upon its broken neck unable to look away and he stared into those eyes.
Those eyes that feared him as they should and he brought power to bear. Harry was willing to ride to the very edge of life itself.
He was even willing to die just to spite the thing. For without him, it was doomed to die. Leo’s full authority brought to bear.
It was neither quick nor easy. With the locket he had time to break it.
Here in this terrible place. Harry cared little to crushing whatever feeble resistance it had. It this straved and weak thing dared to try to take his body??!
Harry snapped its neck again and again and with a firm hold. Harry tore its head from its shoulders and the stench of rot was every where. Its feeble attempt thwarted.
He had but one body and he did not share! As the clasped the skull torn clear from its body in total victory.
Yet….
Total victory wasn’t enough.
What was stopping the grasping thing from trying again? At the worst possible moment? To snatch his victory from him and nab his body?
Harry raised the dripping skull and opened his mouth and drank the inky substance dripping it.
Like a warrior of old.
He took it all from his fallen foe. He swallowed until the that grasping hold faded. Until there was nothing left.

Harry opened his eyes and shuddered.
His body wracked and twitching with indescribable pain. He forced himself not to heave as he crawled to the water edge kicking off the blanket.
Harry stared at the reflection he no longer recognized. The mark that had cursed him since the moment of his parents murder…
Was gone.
He dismissed Kreacher with a steady voice as his body twitched.
Harry’s stomach burned afire and Harry waited until that familiar crack as Kreacher vanished.
Harry sprawled on the stone floor and he screamed in agony. His body spasming as his muscles clenched and unclenched as his core was awash in agony.
There was pain and then there was PAIN
Part of Harry wanted to die. Harry was held in a fit of paroxysms as his body rebelled against what he had done.
What had been done could not be undone. A small bit in his mind recognized it for what it was.
He had violated some intrinsic rule of magic. Harry howled and he didn’t quite understand that wasn’t quite his.
Such agony dashed his thoughts as he splashed like a fished out of water. Contorting and twisting an a vain attempt to find some small measure of succor.
His core, his innermost core.
The central point of who he was contracted. As darkness seeped out of his nostrils, his mouth, his ears and then the darkness took his sight.
The darkness issued from his arse and slowly, his body of its own accord drifted above the skeletal remains of the basilisk.
Colder than ice, snow colder than chill his cock slowly rose to its engorged full corrupted mast.
Every moment an eternity of torture. Every touch pain beyond sensation.
As his core plunged southward towards his aching cock.
His essence drawn inexorably towards his manhood. His turgid throbbing penis.
Harry trembled and attempted to hold it at bay. He might as well attempt to forestall the dawn from coming or extinguish the sun.
Contact.
Harry gave a harrowing, bellow that echoed.
Harry orgasmed for the spraying his issue everywhere but exuding only blackness as he hit the ground with a thunderous crash.
Both Harry and the whisp of what clung to him his entire life crying out from his masculinity. Their screams halted suddenly and ominously.
For one lingering moment. Harry’s face bulged up against its fleshy prison before being drawn into its fleshy depths.

Harry was gone.

The Dark Lord Leo opened his emerald eyes and slowly sat up. Admiring his monstrous member throbbing as his captive’s futile struggles only gave him pleasurable sensations.
He rubbed himself, but found that he couldn’t reach completion. His girth had grown and his balls grew full and heavy bigger than chicken eggs.
“Pity.” Leo bade and then he remembered that he had a fucktoy come morning. A sheath with which to pleasure himself.
And Pig…
Not to mention Barty jr.
A sadistic smile plastered against his face. He idly stroked himself and pinched a nipple and shuddered.
Leo felt better than he had in ages. No more emotional baggage.
Sirius Black and Cedric Diggory… Not to mention
Draco Malfoy… His father writhing in pain. Leo contented himself playing with his body.
A devious scheme slowly growing in his mind. What was the most fucked up thing he could do to Draco and his father?
Azkaban so close now. How about a prisoner exchange?
Hmm.. How about Bellatrix Lestrange for Lucius Malfoy? A prisoner in his own home? To hold them both in the palm of his hand.
“Long Live… Me.” Leo exulted as he stroked himself. The locket around his neck screamed into his mind a euphoric song of ecstasy. That feeling of resolute terror was a potent aprhodisac.
Leo would amuse himself until bathtime.
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