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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 outstretched his hand and focused. Night made this ability so much easier as tendrils of darkness slammed the door shut.

"Hello, Barty." Leo smiled, and his smile widened as Barty stopped and stared.

"I trust your mission spying on our target has been successful?"

Barty gulped and nodded. "Good." Leo purred before puzzlement covered his face "Barty, why are you wearing clothes?"

Apprehension looked good on Barty as he stripped, and Leo enjoyed it.

"We have to work on your manners, Barty." Leo pouted, "I hope your teaching skills have been put to use on Pet. I learned Fiendfyre on my own... No thanks to you."

His Barty balked. "What? Did you expect me to be a student forever?" Leo bade with false surprise.

"My lord, what you have achieved is remarkable," Barty said, and Leo bared his teeth.

"Indeed, my time at Hogwarts nears its end," Leo stated as he feasted upon Barty's pleasing nakedness.

"Kiss me," Leo said and wrapped his hands around Barty's neck. Their lips met, and Leo took control before shoving the older man back.

"Missed me have you?" Leo chuckled, "You owe me, Barty. I had to learn Fiendfyre all on my own. My secrets are still vulnerable."

Barty looked at him, a twinge of fear upon his face. "There are many spells dedicated to protecting secrecy."

"They all pale in comparison towards one of the most ancient and powerful of all spells of all!"

That caught his attention. "What is this spell?"

Barty hesitated. "There is irony in that the spell is one word. But make no mistake, its complexity and requirements ensure only the great wizards are capable of it."

Leo frowned for a moment. "And the name of this spell?" He asked softly

"The Fidelius Charm." Leo blinked; he didn't think Barty was lying; he remained still at Hogwarts and possibly Grimmauld place... He'd research it in depth.

"Delightful, Barty! Indeed!" As Leo pulled off his clothes, letting his tattoos free.

There was a delicious sense of irony of the black lion on his back. Still Gryffindor just... Much... Much More.

If he could master this ancient spell. He could be free from Harry for good! Leo could be rid of The Boy Who Lived. Freed from the strangling shadow that it cast over him. He hated pretending to be the hero he slew.

The Dark Lord could live! Leo reached out his hand, and a tendril of shadow threw him Pet's leash!

"Let's see if your teaching skills are up to par, Barty!" Leo chuckled darkly for a moment.

He would have to bind Barty or kill him. "I claimed Azkaban for my own Barty!" He exclaimed, and he watched for his reaction. Searching for any hint or sign of disloyalty.

"I'm not going back!" Barty whispered with a haunted looked. "Oh, nono! Not for you, my dear sweet Barty! No!" Leo cooed with a nod.

"But it can be more! A prison of wizards? Hmph!" Leo spat incredulously. A place so thickly steeped in the darkness that even dementors roosted there.

With the Jailer's freed to feast upon Mugglekind. A place to lock away people too valuable to merely kill.

It was far too valuable to let anyone think he'd go there. It had been too potent for him to handle. At least for now.

He could need a safe place where he could delve into the darkest depths of the dark arts.

To plunge into the dark further than even his predecessor and rival had gone. Voldy had a half-century headstart.

Leo was too unforgivably behind. He had too many assignments of the topic to ignore; there was another dark lord...

Grindelwald... The dark lord that Dumbledore had defeated. Even defeated was one too many! Leo did not intend to suffer a rival.

Leo mentally put him on the kill list alongside Dumbledore, his counterpart that blazed like a star. He could find a use for him. Leo stilled for a moment...

He had made a mistake! It was a horrifying recollection! That Cassandric fortune teller! Umbridge had heard that prophecy... The whole class did!
While Leo sincerely doubted that toady cunt knew what she had been given. Dumbledore most assuredly did!

FUCK!!

Leo put a hand to his face. He would have to remedy that before he left for good.

"My Lord?" Barty asked and flinched as Leo glared at him for a moment before he removed his hand from his face and removed his wand.

Leo held out the leash as he walked around the black-clad Pet, who remained on all fours.

It was a glossy black material that thoroughly covered all features and gave only a vaguely humanoid appearance. A mask of the same material covered Pet's face with only an open O that kept his mouth open. Pet was a thing for his pleasure.

"I trust Pet has given you no problems?" Leo commanded with an impressed sniff.

Barty Jr shook his head. "He was easy to break."

"And you did not take his arse, right?" Leo had explicitly forbidden him. Leo was going to break Pet into his newfound lifelong profession!

Barty Jr shook his head frantically. "No, I would not presume to take my lord's due! He hurried over and put his foot on Pet's head.

Who immediately raised his arse. "There was a scar on his-"

Leo burst out laughing for a moment. "A wizard gave him a pigtail, for he is piggish. His muggle parents likely had it removed with surgery." Barty Jr looked at him oddly. "Like with knives?" Leo nodded.

There was a zipper. "I made him sleep with store toys inside him and taught him to keep his arse ready at all times. You may not be able to hurt him, but crucio teaches a lesson no one can ignore!" Barty drew down the zipper with suspense.

Dudely's fat arse appeared. Leo stiffened at the stamp above his arse.

My Hole Is Your Goal
I DON'T SAY NO
ALWAYS OPEN

An arrow pointed towards Dudley's hole growing and shrinking. A tapered toy plugging it.

Leo felt his cock stiffen upon reading the words written upon each massive arse cheek.

WRECK ME

Leo would do his best. "What is the thing he's wearing?"

Barty smiled. "The muggles call it a gimp suit. Gimp is their term for sex slave."

Leo nodded. "Then that will be his uniform from now on! He will only be naked in front of wizards!

Barty grabbed that tapered base and pulled it free. It was far too small for such a hole.

"Make him take larger!" Leo commanded his piggy cousin hadn't suffered enough.

Pet would suffer as he had suffered! It wasn't enough that Dudley be broken. He had to be remade in Leo's image.

Leo had been thinking of brutally beating Draco within an inch of his life.

... Or Pet could do it. Keep his hands nice and clean while Pet did the deed.

Leo tapped his massive dark member on those fat globous arsecheeks before he prodded his tip at Pet's hole.

Pet's one redeeming feature, Leo sighed, and then he gazed right at Barty as he put all his weight behind his cock and entered Pet's innards with a happy sigh!

Leo should have done this sooner!!

Leo enjoyed the warmth and the tight slick heat. He withdrew only to slam into those depths. The sound of ecstatic flesh slapping as his heavy testes swung.

He made Barty Jr watch as it was Pet who got to sheath. To take him inside like the piggish whore he truly was.

Leo lazily thurst in and out.

This was the right of the master. The dark lord's will just obedience and pleasure.

His pace quickened and sent a charge through him that Pet could not cry out. Pet's self-imposed doom was sweet.

On his knees on his back serving those who deserved to rule!

Leo took his pleasure, and he growled in satisfaction as he left his mark.

His ejaculation had a powerful effect on wizards. He could only hope it was just as strong upon this vacuous muggle who deserved only scorn and humiliation!

He felt his testes tighten, and he moaned as he flooded Pet's innards.

Leo's cock spasmed rapturously. Pet trembled and spasmed as he collapsed and twitched.

Leo raised a brow. "Well?" He pointed to his cock he exhaled with a smile.

Leo watched with great interest. This was the moment Barty would continue to serve or perish.

Barty knelt and cleaned his cock. He moaned as he lapped at the dregs, and Leo pushed him aside.

He knew what he was going to do with Lucius Malfoy. Give him the same chance he gave all those who would serve him.

Loyalty or Death. If Leo could not have one, he would have the other.

Was he not a kind and benevolent lord? Leo held out his hand, and the darkness returned him his wand.

Leo stepped away and watched as Barty dove into his Pet's arse as only an addict could.

It was amusing.

As he stalked towards the false Death Eater.

Lucius hadn't moved from this spot and just gazed into nothingness.

Leo removed the imperius curse. In a way, it was beautiful to behold as his influence that kept the damaged man functional faded away.

"Lucius, Lucius," He tsked ever so slightly. "What am I going to do with you?"

He clapped his hands together before he tapped the Malfoy patriarch on the chin with his wand.

"I find that I need you for the moment. I do hope you pay attention... Or I'll finish what that killer did."

Lucius looked at him furiously. " Oh? That got your attention! Good."

Leo kept his wand directly under Lucius's chin. " I shall give you a choice, and the lives of one of the twenty-eight sacred families hangs on your choice!" Leo smiled cruelly.

" I can kill you now but know that I will kill your precious son and utterly extinguish the Malfoys for good. He'll die cursing your cowardice." Lucius froze, "Oh yes, I know where your brat is!"

"Hogwarts and like a useless brat, I'm willing to bet he's a prefect." Leo smelled fear and saw those cowardly gray eyes widen.

Leo scratched his platinum blond locks as he pressed his wand, letting it dig into the defenseless patriarch's flesh. He watched as the man's face paled.

Oh, Leo didn't want to kill him. The moment he tried anything, Leo would brutally savage him with a knife after beating him helpless. He wanted Lucius to suffer like a muggle before he died.

Leo waited, and with his free hand, he clasped the Malfoy's hand, who shook it off.

"Or you accept an unbreakable vow."

Those would be the only options on the table. "Death of your family or service the choice is yours, and I am not a patient lord."

Lucius gapped, and Leo chuckled. "Yes! Lucius, The one you failed is not the only dark lord. He is merely the most powerful for now." Leo emphasized the last bit.

He was coming into his power, but even a failed servant should recognize the hallmarks of a rising lord.

"Oh, I know all about your failed assassination of Broderick Bode. I know the Ministry will hunt you."

Leo laughed darkly, and the shadows swirled around him, and the ground quaked.

"So you have no allies, and should you deny me, no family. You have nothing, and with your constant slew of failures... Are nothing!"

Lucius bared his teeth and grimaced from the wand jab at his throat.

"Only I have any interest in your safety. Oh yes! But make no mistake, Lucius. Your previous lord forsook you. I will not be so lenient."

Leo patted his cheek for a moment and then slapped him.

"Take my hand. Or perish knowing the Malfoy line ends with you!" Leo smiled and held out his hand.

Lucius looked at him with such hate. There was no way Leo would trust him unbound. If he ever did!

Lucius took his hand and clasped it tightly, and Leo jabbed the wand where they connected.

Leo smiled as the shadows coiled around them.

"I don't ask for much, just your absolute loyalty! Give up thy burden of choice, of will. From this day forward, nothing will be your fault. For you belong to something greater. You belong to me!" For a long moment, Lucius did nothing.

And then he nodded.

Furious flames lashed as angry serpents from his wand like a snapping dragon and scorched Lucius's skin black.

Leo laughed, and the darkness trembled.

Lucius trembled from the growing shadows.

"Now then... Barty, come here" Leo removed his wand. He was going to bind Barty as well.

Morning came, and Remus Lupin slowly awoke. He looked around. There was Sirius next to him, soundly asleep. Remus dressed quickly and went to make breakfast.

He had just made coffee when Grimmauld Place groaned as it settled. He shivered; they might live there.

It was still a place steeped in Dark magic! If he didn't know better, he would say it resented them. They weren't wanted, and it made its displeasure known.

Harry and he would have to talk.
He had received a letter from Hermione. Remus blurrily sat down and warmed his hands with his mug.

He pushed the irritation down the full moon was approaching in a few days.

Harry was still a child, and it seemed like finally, his luck had run out. Lupin winced. It was uncontestable that Harry had done miraculous things.

It was painful that it had been one of his friends that nearly strangled him to death. Far too agonizing more he wanted to admit.

Remus Lupin knew exactly what Harry had gone through. No one ever escaped from their brush with death unscathed.

Fenrir Greyback had mauled him as a child. Remus could still feel his teeth... He forced himself to not think of that terrible day and how it had changed his life forever.

The sound of his bedroom window breaking from that beast's attack was still crystal clear. He had been so small, so vulnerable.

He could feel that monster's claws on his face...

"No." Remus Lupin had lived. He thought of something else. Anything else than that accursed day.

That it was Peter Pettigrew... His heart clenched in pain. He had lost a brother, and then the traitor who betrayed him had nearly killed his son as well.

Tears welled up and streamed down his face. Harry was just a boy... And he'd been through more than most wizards ever had to.

Molly knew, and so did Remus. Too many people had fallen for the mythology around Harry. They didn't care that Harry had on far too many occasions been closer to death than any boy had a right to be.

It wasn't a question of whether it would eventually catch up with Harry...

Merely a question of when.

Sirius, at times, seemed to be under the impression that Harry was James. That Harry could weather the repeated attempts on his life merely because James, his father, did!

Harry needed him and Molly to remind everyone he was just a boy! At times Remus had to wonder if anyone saw the damage this could do.

Everyone expected miracles from Harry, and so far, Harry had done a spectacular job of meeting those daunting expectations. There would come a time when Harry failed, and part of Remus worried that was what had happened.

And Remus was terrified that Harry might not recover it. That he wasn't some invincible hero but a regular wizard like the rest of them. Burdened with a fate that could bring the mightiest among them low.

It was just superbly... Unfair that Harry had to sacrifice being a child, of being innocent and being pulled into a conflict that had claimed his parents and so many others.

He deserved the time to be just a boy and let puberty take its course. Find love and all the rest of the things normal wizards and witches took for granted.

Molly understood, and so he sided with her against Sirius. He loved the man he really did, but he acted more like an older brother than a reliable guardian whose job was to protect Harry.

He downed the lightly steaming coffee. Oh, what a mess that was going to be. That it was Harry refusing to let his things be searched.

There would be retaliation, especially with that horrible woman at Hogwarts. From everything, the order had gathered on that frankly miserable woman.

She did not tolerate rebellion, and even token resistance was met with hostility. Somehow, she managed to wind up among children who naturally were too curious and far too young to tolerate a petty tyrant.

The more she would squeeze and treat them like adults. The more it would turn all of them against her. If even half the rumors about that witch were true.

Things would escalate out of control. Thankfully, Sirius had seemed to come to his senses.

That he promised to be Harry's Guardian and could therefore do something about it. Remus Lupin had been honestly surprised that Sirius promised to gleefully go on a Floo-ridden rampage by talking to the parents of other students when he woke. Parental Outrage was not something to be used lightly. He mused to himself.

For now, Harry had to be given privacy and space. Remus grit his teeth at the feeling of trepidation in his gut.

The house was starting early, it seemed, and then he sniffed the air.

It was Harry's smell.

He placed his mug on the table and turned, and there was Harry. Lupin couldn't put his finger on it. The awake Harry looked back at him.

Something had changed, and he couldn't understand what had. Only that there was a change.

They talked about nothing important before Remus Lupin put a plate before Harry. Then he took a moment to gather his thoughts. Letting Harry eat in peace.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Harry smelled of soap, so he must have bathed before coming down. Harry blinked those emerald eyes looked back at him, and to his dismay.

It was not the look of a child...

"I don't know." He whispered honestly.

"Your friends are worried about you." Harry snorted. Remus Lupin put on his professor attitude.

"It is not wise to forsake your friends," he said lightly. "And what if they have moved on?" Came the tart reply.

"What?" Lupin asked. "They fancy each other; I don't know where I fit, Professor-" Harry slipped.

Oh...

Oh yeah, growing up could be complicated. "They are still your friends Harry," Remus said, and Harry froze.

"Things change; people change. It's one of those things that you have to let happen, Harry."

"Then the Trio is no more," Harry said simply. He looked into Remus Lupin's eyes.

Remus looked away first.

"It's hard to sleep, Remus," Harry admitted softly.

"I have to put up privacy spells and a protection spell. Or his hands wrap around my throat again."

Remus's breath hitched. Harry hugged him and whispered in his ear.

"I've lost the ability to cast Patronus Remus. I've tried so many times. Yet, every time I've tried... Peter attempts to kill me again and again, pushing out the happy memory."

Remus felt his PJ top grow wet from tears. Harry let go and backed away, rubbing his eyes.

"I have to go."

"Harry, wait." Remus put up his hand. It was far worse than Remus Lupin thought...

"Beware, Professor Umbridge, the order believes she will try to harm you."

Harry chuckled, "I'm not afraid of her. The defense against the dark arts professor will attempt to kill me at some point. Its tradition at this point" He laughed and shrugged.

"There's something wrong with her," Harry said.

"Saccharine, I think Hermione said." Harry's brow furrowed for a moment.

"There's poison beneath that fake sweetness." Harry continued, and the pit in Lupin's stomach only grew

"Of all the defense against the dark art professors..." He stopped and thought for a moment.

"I think you, Remus Lupin, are the only one who didn't have this look. He pointed to his face. They have all had the same rotten look! Even Moody!"

There was a loud yawn, and Harry jumped. There was Sirius shirtless, and his PJs were sagging.

Sirius wasn't wearing any underthings. His cock bounced over the top of his Pj's.

Harry turned away. "No amount of magic is ever going to make that, Okay."

Remus flushed in embarrassment. "I'm going to go. It was nice to sleep at home. Kreacher!"

Harry took the old elf's hand who popped into being, and vanished.

"Sirius Black III! Stop Traumatizing your ward!" Remus growled, and the Sirius blurrily looked down and stopped.

He hastily pulled his PJs up. "Oops?"

Leo hated that he had revealed much more than he wanted to Remus Lupin!

He threw on his invisibility cloak and disappeared beneath its familiar touch.

Breakfast would be the perfect opportunity to strike at Blaise Zabini.

Leo quickly ducked underneath the Slytherin Table. There was more than enough room to crawl.

Speaking with Remus made Leo realize something.

Harry's friends were not his. It was a simple thing, but he did not wish them harm.

They had been there for Harry, and so they would remain safe.

It was pathetically easy crawling directly under the middle of the table out of range of feet and legs.

He only had to wait to hear Draco's obnoxious voice. Crabbe and Goyle were easy enough to identify. That haughty laugh could only be that prat Blaise Zabini.

Who looked down on everyone. Draco's reckoning was close at hand.

But how best to remove him for the day? Leo thought about it. What could be memorable enough...

Oh.. oh yes.

Lockheart's spell had made him stay a whole night, making him regrow bones!

Leo focused, the words dissipated on his lips as the furious star that was Dumbledore washed over him.

Distracting him with a raised voice and that toady cunt smug retort.

Dumbledore's presence departed, and the hall was awash in whispering and more.

Would Dumbledore be able to sense him? He wondered as he stared at Blaise's crotch.

How petty was Leo going to be? He wondered to himself, and he noted that Blaise was smaller than his friends.

Besides, Slytherin needed to be knocked down a peg or two...

Leo focused upon Blaise's arm. "Brackium Emendo" he put his will into preventing any light shining from his wand.

Blaise's arm deflated. "Evanesco!" Leo swiped with his wand aiming at a few people besides Blaise, and the uproar was immediate as their clothes vanished.

Leo tapped Draco's cock, amidst the sudden confusion.

"Reducio!" That arrogant arse wouldn't realize what had happened. Leo willed it to be a gradual charm. It wouldn't shrink immediately or all at once. It would be slow.

Leo vanished as he called for Kreacher. The ensuing crack was inaudible to the pandemonium as he was long since gone. Cloak and all.

Lumos.Nox.Lumos.Nox.Lumos.Nox!" His wand lit and went out thrice as he made his way towards the library.

He chuckled to himself as his mind went to that charm Barty told him about.

The most potent secrecy spell. Ancient and supposedly among the oldest spells.

His invisibility cloak was safely in his bag. He ducked behind a statue, and Kreacher took it back to his sanctum that was the chamber of secrets.

He was idly going down the aisles when it hit him... There was a quidditch match today.

Oops! Even he couldn't deny how hilarious and incidental it was. He had forgotten entirely about the game.

So he had to be on his bestest behavior! He snorted, amused even with toady cunt on the warpath. He was innocent until proven guilty, and there was no incriminating evidence.

He was going to call this day a success!
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