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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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"Your propensity for failure is impressive, Lucius," Voldermort said, amused as he tapped his wand.

He had to admit his little dark lord had made a thoroughly unforeseen maneuver.

Retrieving a helpful member of his cause. One who went to Azkaban rather than renounce her loyalty. He wanted to see what the budding dark lord was going to do.

"Hold out your arm Lucius."

Voldermort tapped his wand. Come now, Lucius, we both know which arm!"

The twitching Malfoy slowly showed his dark mark. "I am departing your hospitality tonight, Lucius. But first!"

Voldermort stabbed the dark mark. Lucius twitched in agony for a moment, and the once-proud man screamed. Voldermort smiled, and Leo shivered in joy.

"I have found that you are unworthy of my mark!" As the mark slowly vanished.

In hindsight, his diary should have never been in Lucius's hands!

Lucius hit the floor, clutching his arm. Voldermort towered over him.

"Pray we do not meet again. You are no death eater" Voldermort removed his wand from Lucius's arm.

He looked down and commanded the house-elf who had given him the letter.

"Take this failure from my sight and tell your master hello!"

Leo opened his eyes and hissed as he groggily jumped out of his impromptu bed. Putting his glasses on.

He raised his wand and turned his hair platinum blond. Leo grimaced as his body throbbed in pain as he did his best to make himself imposing.

The greatest trick was to make others believe you were strong at your weakest!

He shuffled like an old man in the center of the room and released his power as much as he dared.

Leo grit his teeth, barely able to stand; He stood tall as he was able. He was grateful for the few moments of forewarning he had received.

Leo was tired of Harry's glasses, and he distantly recalled the muggles could correct it. The sooner Harry could vanish forever, the sooner Leo could be free to do as he willed. The twins were making preparations to leave.

Leo smiled, and then he focused did not Moody, who was really Barty Jr. Tell the class that many death eaters got off scot-free by claiming to be under imperio?

There was irony at play. Leo smiled softly. The former death eater was about to be at his mercy.

As Kreacher appeared with a distraught, crying broken man in tow. That long platinum hair disheveled.

"We shall have a long conversation, you and I, Lucius!" Leo smiled darkly.

"But not right now! So relax," he commanded with all the force he could muster in his agonized state.

Leo pointed his wand. "Imperio!"

The former death eater jerked in silence as Leo struck him with his favorite unforgivable.

The imperious curse landed and threw the Malfoy bodily across the room.

"Get into the trunk!" Leo motioned with his wand.

He smiled at his unexpected fortune. He waited until the elder Malfoy crawled into Moody's trunk and was gone.

Before he crumbled to the floor, he did his best to scrawl a single message that would break the Malfoy brat.

We Have Your Father- :D

Leo wondered what the gray-natured brat would do. With dear old mother dying so suddenly and now his own father gone! It was just not Malfoy's day. Far be it from him to not punch the rich bastard while he was down.

Leo owed him a beating! He intended to be thorough.
Brass knuckles and all, the thought was positively enjoyable.

Malfoy deserved to be broken, bleeding, and begging.

He still hadn't decided if he wanted to put him into Madam Pomfrey's care. Or that Leo would utterly demolish him enough that a stay in St. Mungo's was warranted. Such that even a troll would be proud of its brutality.

Leo had time to decide. He just wanted to hear bones break and lay waste to the foolish rival who was a boy that thought himself a man.

Leo smiled; it was now possible to extinguish a member of the sacred twenty-eight utterly. To cut down a family tree and tear up the roots as it were.

It all would depend on how the Malfoy's reacted to the order of things. That in of itself was exciting that the Malfoys would be responsible for their own destruction.

Leo snapped his finger. The last day before winter break would be the perfect time for a ...

Personal intervention. To let the little brat think he was safe in his own house. When it was apparent with both parents gone, he wasn't safe.

Kreacher helped him back to his impromptu bed.

The old house-elf fussed over him and made sure he was comfortable.

He was going to have to raid the dungeon for some potion supplies. For more potent hate potions.

Wiggenweld potion, however, was at the top of the list.

His marvelous feat of visiting Azkaban did not happen without cost. Leo was weakened from his accomplishment, and he needed to recover quickly. The quidditch game was fast approaching, and training was even sooner.

Madam Pomfrey was regretfully out of the question. Pretending to be Harry was one thing, and being stuck in the hospital wing would raise far too many questions.

The pretense of being okay when he was not was an entirely different game.

Leo was in trouble but as with many things. This weakness, this accidental damage he had done to himself.

Intolerable.

At least for now. He would try to do better, for a dark lord could ill afford to be seen as weak. The strong flourished while the weak would endure what they must.

It was the way of the world.

Those who underestimated the weak seldom lived to tell of it. For the weak did not forget the slights when one was helpless.

Thankfully, the Wiggenweld potion was relatively easy to produce. It would allow him to recover far faster than he should be able to.

A day being weak was manageable, but he did not intend to suffer any slights during it. He barely tolerated his best mates betraying him.
Those that crossed him would suffer. Leo reluctantly closed his eyes and slept fitfully.
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