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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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Leo made himself scarce after that ambush. He resided with the chamber of secrets biding his time.

He'd visit Barty Jr.
His Barty soon.

Leo would investigate the crown thing that felt like the locket later.

"Winky," He whispered, and with a crack, she appeared. It appeared that it was true. He had another house-elf.

HP was playing skipping out on classes today. To do something much more fun. Leo snorted as he wrote the letter addressed to the Voldermort himself. His penmanship was far better than Potter's. That right-handed git.

Supremely simple to give up such a failure for his best witch. Voldermort would give up all claim on Malfoy and his house. Remove his mark. And in exchange, he got Bellatrix Lestrange.

It took some consoling and worked to get Winky to act. She didn't want to go to that 'bad' place.

Kreacher took his hand and, little by little. Leo grew excited as he clutched his invisibility cloak.

Winky hesitantly gripped Kreacher's hand in her distraught manner, and with a damning sound, they departed.

Winky retreated soon after leaving Kreacher and Leo in the middle of a graveyard.

"Wait here, Kreacher. Please!"

Leo's skin tingled. The darkness here was unlike anything he had experienced before. His cock dribbled down his thigh. As the dark rushed.

The fading dark of Grimmauld Place slowly being washed away by the persistence of the light wizards and witches inhabiting it, The darkness within Knockturn Ally. They paled in comparison to the dark arts here. The unmistakable feeling of drowning in the sightless blackness no longer phased him.

He knew what he was—a dark lion.

The Dark Lord had not flinched when he gazed into the abyss. He did not withdraw as the darkness nearly took him and the grasping soul clinging to him. Leo devoured the coward in the end. Power was for those with the courage to claim it!

His cock was leaking from the sheer sense of excitement here. He would return here again and again.

Leo swirled the cloak about him, and he vanished from sight. Leo reached out.

The effect was immediate. The temperature dropped as he walked; his breath went white as he walked to the nearest stairs. In the distance, there were cries of alarm as the rattling sound grew louder as humanoid shapes in black rushed.

Bearing down on his location even if he was beneath an invisibility cloak.

Leo knew quite a bit about dementors. He had read about them, had once feared them, had even been subjected to them, and nearly kissed.

He could give them better. The Aurors were coming as the dementors swirled around him. Once, they would have been able to drain him.

Once, he would have even heard his mother calling out to him. Cold, lifeless voices called out to him. The Dark Arts called out to him so sweetly.

"Why are you here?" Leo chuckled. First, It started softly at first, and then it grew. Hideous laughter grew and warped into a resonant sound devoid of any semblance of sanity.

The dementors shirked back away. "I am taking Azkaban for my own." Leo rasped as he made his way to the prison. The dementors shrieked.

The sounds of footsteps grew louder still. "Why serve the ministry?" Leo demanded. "They allow us to feed here."

Leo smiled beneath his cloak. The doors swung open as an Auror held out his wand.

"Why be loyal to those who give you pity scraps? Serve them, and remain the starving lapdog. Serve me... And you will have freedom. Freedom to feast!"

The auror was shouting something. Leo caught the end part of the Patronus charm. Once his specialty when he was so fucking weak.

"Diffindo" Leo's severing charm cleft his hand from his arm. The Auror's wand in hand went sailing. So able to protect himself from them. So sure of the charm's protection.

"Feast!" Leo bellowed. The auror cried out, clutching his stump for a moment. His cries suddenly drowned out as the dementors swarmed him.

Leo summoned the poor bastard's wand as the Auror was swiftly buried beneath the swarming dementors.

Leo entered Azkaban! Had he not done what Voldermort could not? Was he not the better lord to serve?

The sound of more footsteps. Leo planted himself, "Avada Kedavra!" An auror rounded the corner as the killing curse caught him and blasted into a wall.

Leo felt nothing, no great emotion as he accioed the Auror's wand. "Kill the Aurors; they have allowed you to starve!" Leo commanded as he pushed that command as loudly as he could.

The dementors that followed him went into a frenzy. Two dementors remained near him. He recognized them, his would-be killers.

There was that familiar sound like wind on a tomb. Lifeless and desolate! "You missed me?" Leo joked. They were laughing, no longer at him.

"If you would, Take me to Bellatrix Lestrange!" They nodded and drifted as the other dementors spilled into the prison—the sound of battle.

Leo took care to aim well. "Diffindo!" It would be a travesty if he didn't feed his allies. Dementors swirled on another auror parted from her wand.

So easily turned against the ministry. He took the stairwell, lamenting her screams as they dissipated. That sucking sound was quite distinctive.

Yet, Harry Potter wasn't here. Not anymore! As the dementors fed, Harry would have cried out. "Accio Wand!" Hearing the death of his mother.

Leo heard nothing. No last gasp, no whimper, just silence that resided in the presence among the foulest beings that walked the earth.

That familiar gasping no longer disturbed him. Three auror wands were quite the catch. They could no longer harm him as he collected the third wand.

Leo pocketed it. He was gathering quite a collection!
This was the difference between that pathetic toady cunt and him.

He was powerful, and everything Umbridge wished so desperately to be. And yet, power had eluded her. She was just too pathetic to have it. Had she even possessed a fraction of it. She would be a dark lord, almost like him. A weak one, squashed by Voldermort or some other dark lord.

She relied on her government position as if it could grant her the power she so desperately craved.

But she wasn't. She was an embarrassment of a dark witch who confused influence for power. Influence could grant you the ear and perhaps the interest of those people more extraordinary than you.

However, As it always did. Offending one greater than you ended up poorly. She had a date with a dire fate, and Leo had every intention to see it through.

To see her suffer The Kiss! Leo shuddered and dazedly held a wall for support as his legs nearly gave out. His orgasm sent warm sticky cum running down his leg.

Leo breathed heartedly for a moment. He lamented the fact he could not reside in Azkaban for long.

The sheer power was too much. Leo hurried his pace as best he was able.

There was crazy giggling coming from a cell door. A woman was ranting about Voldermort and loyalty and all that.

"Open Sesame!" Leo fought back a moan with a deafening crescendo. The hinges of the prison door exploded and the door shredded into uselessness.

Leo waited until she peeked outside of her cell, and he hit her with a stunner. The line of red light caught her in the chest, and she toppled. His stunning spell hit her pretty hard.

"Pick her up! It's time to leave." Leo moaned.

Leo barely made it back to the graveyard. He moaned for a moment.
He called to one of the dementors he hadn't met. He looked towards the familiar duo.

"I will call, and you will come," Leo stated. He used the levitating charm to lift the insane witch off out of the dementor's grip.

She floated after him, and there was Kreacher. Leo smiled. "Hear Me! I give you freedom!" Leo chuckled darkly. "The muggles are yours to do with as you please! For. I . AM. The DARK LORD!"

Leo bellowed, and Azkaban rumbled with his assertion. There was a mirthless, devoid of life chuckle as a dementor flew close to him.

That gasping couldn't affect him anymore. He was beyond their power. "Would you like to join me?" Leo rasped.

Kreacher shrieked away from the delightfully dark thing. "Feed my appetites, and I will serve!"
The dementor knelt in supplication. Dark Lord Leo smiled like a shark. "I have a place you should visit. You want to serve? Prove you deserve it!"

Leo's vengeance was starting. Soon he would break Dudley. "There is a wretched family."

Leo started as he held out his hand, and Kreacher shuffled towards him. "4 Privet Drive, There is a family there. Make them suffer exquisitely before they succumb. Ensure Petunia Dursley dies in agony.

The Dursleys had their chance, They could have treated him right, yet they did not. He had suffered the dementor's presence. It was their turn now!

The muggles had treated the wizarding world just like the Dursleys had treated Harry.

Unloved and unwanted.

His dementor departed with a rustling of its black cloak. The dementors swarmed around Azkaban like dark clouds, and then they surged towards Britain.

The dark lord vanished with an elf-born crack—a crazed dark witch in tow.

Azkaban had been breached!

Leo crumpled the moment they arrived in the chamber of secrets. He laid upon the dungeon's cold tile. Twitching and unable to calm his ever-spasming muscles.

He cursed softly. He wasn't strong enough to handle Azkaban for long. Little by little, his breathing returned to normal, and he managed to drag himself toward's moody's chest. It made him smile viciously as he added to his collection of wands.

It felt great to strike out against the ministry! To begin to pay them back with interest!

Kreacher returned with a platter of food. "Master!" Kreacher wailed.

"I'm fine, Kreacher" He breathed heavily. He took the platter of food and devoured them.

"I will rest for a time! It took a lot out of me! "Master!" Kreacher wailed, distraught at his appearance.

"My last request for the day, Kreacher, and I will rest and recover. This I promise, Leo handed his house-elf the letter. He emptied the glass of cool water down his throat.

"Take Bellatrix to Malfoy Manor. Make sure that none but Voldemort read the letter!"

Kreacher looked like he was about to protest. Leo didn't blame him. He felt awful as the sheer power coursing through him now turned painful.

His body couldn't handle it. Leo was grateful as his body ceased quaking.
Leo would returned to Azkaban, but not for quite some time. He was exhausted and could barely keep his eyes open.

Leo licked his lips and pursed them. Winky had done what she had been asked and more. She was a good servant even with her butterbeer addiction!

He might even gift her a bottle after this. Still, Leo could count this as an absolute victory.
The ministry had been weakened by losing at least three Aurors.

In addition, it made the ministry of magic seem pathetically weak, that the prime minister could not stop it. Leo might have hated giving Voldermort a servant of his.

Yet, he could not deny that Voldermort aided him. It seemed only fair that Leo pay it back in kind.

They might be rivals, but let it not be said that there couldn't be a certain level of respectability.

Leo was weak at the moment; he had to make a show of strength. I can kill your imprisoned servants anytime!

Was sure to make even Voldermort pause. Leo wasn't going to be weak, nor a child in the eyes of the wizarding world forever.

He would grow if it was possible to delay the conflict between them. That would be the best solution.

Let the ministry fall to inept pieces, let Dumbledore and the other light drowned wizards and witches war amongst themselves.

Voldermort's and his conflicts were going to be grand. Leo asked for a pillow and a blanket.
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