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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 woke in much better spirits than he had since he learned the Ministry of magic was out to get him.
He dressed quickly and slid a finger across his wand appreciatively.
The dark arts called so sweetly. It sang to him.
His spirit hummed. He pulled on his trousers and hurriedly pulled on a blue shirt. Harry’s green eyes seemed to glow brighter.
He did his chores quickly and made his way towards Junior’s rendezvous point. A part of Harry fought him. However, the sensation faded after a moment as the dark arts surged joyfully and drowned out that voice.
It coursed through him and a part of him fought to push it down.
“My lord.” Those two words were just so simple and yet they meant so much.
“Yes?” He answered with a smile. As he was enwrapped in the arms of Barty Jr.
He allowed this.
“I can’t wait to teach you.” Junior beamed as he kept an arm around Harry’s shoulder.
“You do realize I want to be an Auror right?”
Junior winked at him.
“You have to know the dark arts to fight them.” Junior responded as they headed to a deserted, dark spot.
Far from muggle visitation.
Junior Apparated.
Harry felt everything pressing in on him. His eyes, his ear drums pushed inwards deeper. An endless black surrounded him and then.
They were in a basement of some sort.
“Muggles” Junior muttered.
“You really need to watch the telly once and a while.” Harry responded.
Junior snorted.
Harry blinked. Were purebloods really this dense? Even he knew how the second world war ended before he came to Hogwarts.
“When you get riddled with bullets don’t come crying to me.” Harry declared. Stupidity was its own reward.
Hermione said something similar he was sure of it.
Junior chuckled.
“There is a bit of dark art I think you might like.”
Harry’s brows raised
“Oh?”
“Magical fire can be most useful, my lord.” Harry Potter found it most peculiar that those dark eyes would not look into his own. Junior fidgeted.
“In a bit. I would like to look around.” Harry spoke.
“How did you find me so quickly Junior?” Harry asked as he kept an eye out. Letting his emerald eyes adjust.
“The Dark Mark upon your thigh. My lord. Very few wizards can hide from the dark lord for long. Those marked by the dark lord have no such recourse."
“And why do you not look me in the eyes?” Harry asked.
“There are wizards who can break into your mind. Plunder the contents of your mind to their hearts content. You just have the misfortune to be surrounded by them.”
Harry’s emerald eyes narrowed
“Oh? Such as?”
“Lord Voldermort is one of the most talented Legilimens to ever be born. Severus Snape, your potions professor is quite capable, and he isn’t subtle about it."
"Tricky that one. Only the dark lord knows his true allegiance. That’s the thing about Legilimens. They need only to look you in the eye to know you are lying.”
Harry froze. There had been times where Snape had just seemed to know about lies when he shouldn’t. He reminded himself to never look that git in the eyes again.
“Dumbledore is one too. Felt him look but he never found the truth even when I looked him in the eye.”
Junior’s brown eyes gleamed.
“Fortunately, I am quite talented in the opposing skill. You never know when someone might try to delve into your mind. Occlumency”
Harry nodded
He kicked a box. It sounded full.
“The Trace?” His question was simple.
“Voldermort has long been able to block it. Wouldn’t want the ministry to know about our get togethers now would we?”
Junior pouted.
“After all its just the two of us.” Junior stated.
Junior fiddled with his wand offhandly.
“Harry Potter, you aren’t seeing anyone are you?” Harry turned to look at Junior.
“That’s none of your business.” Harry reprimanded.
Junior backed off holding his hands up in surrender.
“I’m talented at occlumency. Not so much at Legilimency.” Junior suddenly pointed his wand at Harry.
“But I do know the spell.”
“Legilimens”
Harry felt someone else in his head for a moment. The sensation was definitely a violation but of his privacy or him. Harry couldn’t tell.
“You’re like me.”
Raw anger welled up from within Harry.
“Cru-“
“An orphan.” Harry didn’t finish the curse.
“The rest of the world doesn’t understand. Not really. How could they? All of them looking out. All while you are trying desperately to look in.”
Junior towered over Harry and embraced him. Harry didn’t speak. He let the older man touch him, hold him in his arms.
“You are lucky Harry. Having no parents is much better than having a failure of a father. You at least have that glimmer of hope that your father could have been a good one. Just Imagine being judged by a stranger. A strict stranger that your mother tells you is your father.”
Junior laughed bitterly.
“You’re as broken as I am.”
Harry didn’t know how to react. The abrupt change in demeanor threw him off.
“Dementors tend to do that.”
Junior stiffened.
“Nasty things. I despise them.”
Junior snarled as he guided Harry towards a destination. Harry heard Junior’s shirt hit the floor. He shivered as Junior pressed his lips to the back of his neck.
There was a massive bed at the side of the wall of this basement.
Junior nuzzled Harry for a moment. Harry surprised himself. His lips met the dark wizard’s and suddenly his shirt was thrown off him and his pants followed suit.
Junior kissed him bruisingly. Harry was unceremoniously shoved on the bed.
The older man straddled him for a moment. Touching his knob that sprang to full burgeoning life with the merest of touches.
Nothing however could prepare Harry for the moment as Junior lined himself up expertly and Harry cried out.
An ocean of pleasure as Barty Jr. Impaled himself. The sudden warmth. They moaned together as Junior raised himself and then sank back down.
A delirious thrill raced down Harry’s spine from the pleasure. As one orphan comforted another in a rather unexpected manner.
Harry felt his hands grip that waist. Harry plunged up just as Junior plunged down. The sound of flesh on flesh.
The sensation of flesh meeting flesh.
The panoply of pleasant passion fashioned an addicting bouquet across all Harry’s senses. It took only moments of this pleasant intimate exchange before the rhythm was established.
Junior cried out joyously as Harry brushed against a certain spot and Harry did his best to continue this sudden pleasant impalement.
The sound of the flesh kissing flesh was a melody he found he rather enjoyed. Harry gripped those hips brusingly and when Junior cried out.
Harry sailed over the cliff of no return. He embedded himself to the hilt.
The raw orgasm hit him as the thrill of playing quidditch. But far more intense.
He was pulsing and his entire body tensed and then he came with a loud thunderous shout.
Junior had fallen to the side and Harry gripped him tight as he rode out this pleasant experience.
Harry laid atop the barely moving Junior’s body. This was as a lord should be treated.
He closed his eye for a few brief moments.

Harry nuzzled the skin with his lips not quite awake but not sleep. This was as it should be.
There was a loud bang as someone kicked in a door. Shouting and the sound of multiple feet descending steps.
Harry jolted awake and looked for his wand. He spied his trousers and bolted from his comfortable position. His wand was in its holster.
He gripped his wand picked up Juniors and threw it on the bed. Before he ducked behind a pillar of boxes.
Light streamed in from the basement door. Harry recognized two figures as one of them was thrown down the basement.
And the other was shoved in after him. Still wearing the black uniforms. They were being robbed.
As at least four of the meanest people he had ever seen. They made Crabbe and Goyal look like the school boys they were.
These were hardened criminals and it was quite clear they weren’t here for pleasantries. If Harry understood the situation correctly.
The two employees who had kidnapped him were about to meet death shortly.
“Where is it?!” Shouted one of them. With a heavy kick, Harry winced from hearing it connect.
“Where is the money?”
They had been coerced into kidnapping him by Barty Jr.
They didn’t deserve to be murdered in a robbery.
As the three of the assailants stomped down the steps toward the poor employees already tasting a mugger’s hospitality.
Harry pointed his wand towards the opened basement door and placed a hand above his mouth. It was a simple spell that none but a wizard could break.
“Colloportus.” Harry whispered.
There was a loud bang as the basement door. Suddenly and with a thunderous force slammed shut with an odd squelching sound.
Extinguishing the light from beyond the basement. There was loud shouting and cursing as a few of the burglars tried to get the door open.
Harry spied the first one who held a knife in his hand. Harry aimed for the object in the man’s hand. He’d simply cut the man’s weapon.
With a heavy swipe. Like he used a garden trowel to dispose of weeds. So Vernon and Petunia could enjoy their suburban lawn.
“Diffindo” Harry incanted. The noise of the robbers easily covered up his voice.
The knife however didn’t break apart. For a moment in the dim light.
The robber suddenly raised the weapon above his head as he moved ready to strike downwards. Harry blinked.
He had missed?
He had clearly aimed for the weapon in the robber’s right hand. The hand closest to him. Sure the sudden movement had thrown off Harry’s aim. The severing charm had to have successfully landed.
There was the sudden coppery smell of blood.
Harry Potter tried not to vomit.
As the man’s head separated from his shoulders.
Blood gouted from the man’s neck as his head bounced off the last step and tumbled to the basement floor and moved no more.
The body lingered for a moment before it joined its former head upon the floor with a deafening thud of dead weight.
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