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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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Professor McGonagall looked at him from across her desk in her office.

"Mr.Potter, A search was conducted of hogwarts once you left." She looked at him, her lips pressed in a line.

"I personally went through your effects. My apologies." She finished. "Professor."

Leo frowned; she had been there for him. He would not be so callous as to be indifferent to that simple fact. "Minerva. I know I can trust you."

Her eyes widened by his admission. "I don't trust the ministry."

"I also stand by my words. Hogwarts has nothing to hide. It is the principle of it, Minerva. How long are we going to indulge that horrible woman? She's not the headmaster or the queen or england!"

Professor McGonagall spoke. "There was a fire in one of the private room of one of her bodyguards."

Leo knew very well what had happened. He'd done it himself—knocking off all the alcohol and setting it ablaze without magic.

It could even be considered a kill... If his Nott hadn't already blasted the unlucky bastard with the killing curse. Leo had learned much.

You didn't need to do much.

People were already going to choose one way or another. You just needed to permit them, and they'd do what they were going to do anyway.

Theodore Nott may have slung that curse. All Leo had to do was give him a little encouragement. His Theo had already made his decision. Leo was proud of him!

What kind of idiot tries to blackmail a rising lord and his servant?

Without backup?!

That was a whole new level of stupidity that puts trolls to shame. By doing something, even the famously idiotic trolls wouldn't!
He had been an adult man, and he didn't bother with reinforcements! Frankly, he got what he deserved!

Leo blinked, "Why search Hogwarts for an accident? Students and Professors are here for education! You'd have to be mad to think otherwise," Leo replied.

Granted, it was a lazy way to think, and in this particular instance. It absolutely was foul play. Not that he'd tell the order that.

He wasn't going to incriminate himself. Professor McGonagall was good to Harry. So he had to be careful, or else he'd have to curse her dead.

And that was something even he wouldn't be able to avoid attention from!

She was a good head of Gryffindor.

Leo would even admit he liked her more than most professors.

"Minerva, I have a question about Professor Umbridge." Leo stated, and her frown deepened.

"Why aren't you doing something about her?"

"She has the full weight of the ministry behind her Mr.Potter!"

So she wanted to keep him at a distance? Fine.

"Professor, I have done a very good job staying out of her sight. I've read all her decrees. Its very boring, to express the same thought again and again."

"How long are you going to let her strangle hogwarts with her chains?" Leo asked.

"I'm not blind Professor." Leo stated, "Her defense against the dark arts class is a joke. There's no defense in theory!"

"That's enough, Mr.Potter. Or I will take points from my own house!" She said sharply.

"Thank you for continuing to stay out of her way. Five points to Gryffindor" Her sharp tone diminished into a weary one.

Professor McGonagall dismissed him.

The world seemed so much better in the air. Quidditch was like a balm.

He sure as hell liked to fly. Freedom from the confines of the sky. It was perhaps the one thing Harry did right. Embrace the wonderous sky as only a seeker could!

And here he was. Swerving and frolicking in the sky on a broom, looking for the golden snitch so they could end this game.

Leo had to wonder why people on the ground didn't understand that it was frigid up in the air, although it was snowing.

The wooden stick between his legs was frozen to him, and Leo knew how to warm up.

His servants knew how to warm- Leo dodged a bludger as he spun gracefully away from the object. He focused even as his cock began to stir from the excitement of flying. His arsehole clenched.

Where was the glint of gold so he could end this and get laid. Voldermort had to be planning something.

At the very least, Leo had to know how not to get involved. Voldermort was... Confusing.

When he had been Harry, at least it had been kill the chosen one right up until the graveyard. Attempted murder every single year; it was known predictable.

It pissed him off that the only one who knew what exactly happened in those unaccounted moments...

Was Lord Voldermort himself. Leo swerved deftly as a bludger sailed past him, and he sped up.

The wind sped against him, dodging and weaving as the announcers shouted loudly about his stunts. The droning of the world scrambled the words as the Leo sped by.

He didn't know where the golden snitch was.

It was, however, enough to draw Draco to give chase, and Leo grabbed his broomstick and pulled up, zipping away from the action and the chaos below.

Leo allowed the firebolt to do its job and trusted the gradual slide to almost staying still.

Leo looked for a hint of gold.

There was an eruption of red sparks and emanating from the announcer booth.

Leo drifted downwards.

"Qudditch is canceled until further notice!" Umbridge odiously proclaimed.

Multiple auror bodyguards flanked her. Her lying smile was a bit strained, and Leo could not deny the slight sense of satisfaction that he was the cause.

He was the fly in her ointment, and he was

Pleased.
The common room brimming with all the students of Gryffindor. He had given it some thought as he changed in the safety of a bathroom stall—grumbling and talking and sulking about.

Of course, there would be retaliation, but also, the truth would leak out.

There was another reason aside from punishing the students of Hogwarts and, more importantly, him.

Indeed, if Leo had to gamble, he would put it all on the thing he had done the most recently.

By claiming Azkaban and turning the dementors upon the muggles who'd turned their backs on their brothers and sisters, it was technically his fault.

How could he forget when he fainted and Cedric won the match...

Dementors were drawn to places of excitement and joy.

Quidditch would draw them like bees to honey.

Minerva McGonagall was speaking, yet Leo heard not a word.

He would do what he had been doing out of everyone's way, out of Umbridge's sight.

He had to admit she was a superb shield for all of her faults. Dumbledore would have surely caught a glimpse of him.

His shining counterpart had to be suspicious. Leo did not believe that feeling the star that was the lord of light was merely one way.

Dumbledore had to feel his presence somehow, and so far, he'd been lucky, never letting his nature show close to Dumbledore.

Leo stared out the window and watched as the snow lazily fell. Blanketing the Hogwarts grounds in pristine white. It had snowed on Halloween. Halloween!

The temperature had only grown more chilly. It didn't take Hermione to figure out something had gone wrong.

He'd grown tired of the endless noise. He knew precisely what was going on. Umbridge would continue in her woefully misguided attempt to strangle the school.

She didn't have the personal strength to pull it off, so she continued to use her dogs and decrees to gain more unearned power.

He wondered if the ministry would allow knowledge of his usurpation to spread. Leo highly doubted it.

They'd try to retake Azkaban back, and he'd have to be ready for that.

He wandered away from the common room.

"Harry!" His wand of holly was already out.

"Protego!"

The shield charm wrapped around him. He whirled around to confront his attacker.

"Blimey! Harry!" Ron shouted. Harry's heart pounded in his ears. He looked around, confused.

His emerald eyes spied only Hermione on the floor. Ah...

The two traitors together, of course!

Of course, they'd be together. Leo wasn't even gone, and they'd already moved on. Such utter... Bullshite.

It seemed that the hate potion wasn't going to work. Hm...

Hm...

Perhaps Leo was going to have to get more involved. Or perhaps not.

He took a deep breath. "Oh Hermione! What are you doing on the ground?"

He asked, concerned; Hermione was on the ground, groaning as she slowly sat up.

"I was going to hug." She responded ruefully as she got up.

"My apologises, Hermione." He chuckled halfheartedly, his face flushed. "No hugs. Not anymore." He hesitantly chuckled as he hesitantly rubbed the back of his neck.

His shield charm vanished as he put a healthy distance between himself and his friends.

"Harry! Why would you-" Ron stammered angrily.

"Constant vigilance," Harry replied. "We are not in a position to disregard vilgilance Ron." He finished lightly.

"Harry!" Ron stammered aghast. "We're your friends."

Leo cocked his head. "Exactly! Ron. Exactly."

The confusion rampant on his face. He didn't understand, he was still a child. Ron didn't see the big picture.

Leo did; Leo saw it all. No matter how you looked at it. They had been pulled into war whether or not they liked it.

"If you want to talk, by all means find a secure place and we will."

Hermione smoothed her skirt. "I think we need to talk."
It took a bit for Hermione to find a room to talk just the three of them.

Leo put his weight on an abandoned desk in front of a blackboard.

Leo watched his friends. He was going to have to break the news to his friends.

To say goodbye without saying the words. Whatever they were going to do...

They were going to have to do without him.

Leo was exhausted. Let harry die, people! He was gone, and being forced into his role... didn't feel right.

Appropriate. Let who he was go in peace.

Leo didn't know how much longer he could bear to play this role. How naive! Being the savior was preeminently opposed to what he desired.

To rule.

Save them, and they'd only fuck it all up again.

Rule, and they'd have no choice but to do it right.

"You should apologize to hermione!" Ronald Weasley declared.

Leo raised his brow.

Hermione tried to peacekeep.

"You're right, even if you're the last one who should be speaking about apologies." Leo retorted and Ron gawked at him.

"You think I enjoy what I'm doing?" Leo started softly.

"You think I like having to go this alone?!" Leo's tone rose despite his best intentions.

"I have been your best mate since the beginning of Hogwarts, Ronald Bilus Weasley. Last year, I think it finally clicked."

Leo spat tiredly. "We aren't best mates are we? We aren't friends are we?" Leo stated seriously.

"My best mate who I was willing to drown for in that lake. In the depths. You just can't get over your jealousy. Oh, you come back eventually after we row. we both sulk but not this time Ronald."

"The fact remains Ron, It's always you who doubts, you who envies. Wanting everything that I have. When you have EVERYTHING that matters."

Leo hollered. "My parents are dead. They are never coming back and the man who killed them is back is likely planning my demise. Its not that I won't trust you. It's that I can't afford to. Your jealousy will get one, or both or even all of us killed. Because, I'll need you and you won't be there when I need it."

Tears blurred Leo's vision. It was mortifying that the dark lion was so close to tears.

"You don't see it do you?"

He asked softly.

"See what Harry?" Hermione asked, "Help us understand."

They were children and couldn't see the larger picture. Leo rubbed his eyes on his sleeve.

They hadn't the faintest idea.

"You haven't figured it out Hermione?" Leo asked, honestly surprised.

How could the brightest witch of the age not see this?

"It's too late for us, Hermione." Leo bade seriously.

The worst part of all was that it was true. "Like it or not, we've been pulled into the middle of a war. People are going to die, its happening just like last time."

"Only now... It's going to be worse." Leo finished. Something was very off about this early winter.

Something unnatural. "So you meant what you wrote."

Hermione stated as she pulled a book from her bag. And from his loose collection of parchments, she had created a full-on book.

So You Don't Want To Die.

His refutation of that pompous fool and she pointed to a specific passage.

"There will come a time when defense is no longer enough—a time where you will have to cease being defensive and go on the offense. With all your might!

If all your defense fails, then the only thing you can do is attempt to kill your attacker first.

You read that right. Suppose they are attempting to kill you outright. Return the favor.

They. Are. Trying. To. Kill. You!

Once this has been confirmed, you have to flee or fight anything else is cowardice.

"You can't possibly mean that Harry!" My name is NOT harry! Leo thought.

"I do mean them."
Leo stated, exhausted. "It is all well and good Hermione to learn defense. But answer this question Hermione. We are not going to be students forever. Bad people are going to attempt to harm you and everyone you love. They will try to do the worst things imaginable."

"Answer me this, Hermione. Answer this when you know they are monsters. Who are determined and able to harm and even kill others.

"How many lives is it going to take before you attempt to put them down? How many funerals are you willing to go to? How many bodies of your friends and family have to die because you decided to disarm, or disable? Are you willing to endure the consequences and people dying because you refused to put down a monster when you had a chance?"

"You can't mean that Harry." She started but Leo cut her off.

"I grew up Hermione, which means taking responsibility for things you don't want to do. Voldermort will never stop unless somebody puts him down."

Leo stated factually.

Leo stretched, "That said, the ministry is the real threat right now."

There he said it.

"So you two had better plan for the worst." Hermione balked.

"I've worked most of it out." Leo said.

"Instead of being with your friends!" Ronald muttered.

Leo rolled his eyes. "You mean keeping you two safe? I assume?"

"Or did you forget that? I've gotten very good at being out of sight and out of mind. Notice, Umbridge hasn't done anything too bad... Yet. Your Welcome."

Leo stated dryly. "Make no mistake Ronald Weasly. She's not like Lockheart or Lupin. She will hurt you if given the chance."

"Harry, explain." Hermione implored.

Leo blinked and nodded.

"She wants to be headmistress of hogwarts." Leo stated factually.

"Every single decree she's made is made to undermine Dumbledore. Once you see it, you can't unsee it. A single idea tweaked just a bit but is the same thing like links in a chain."

"Next..." Leo faltered; he was going to have to not exactly lie. Cedric didn't want to believe that Umbridge was a dark witch.
They'd hopefully see it his way.

"You two in particular have to have seen it. Fights breaking out, people acting way different then what they should. Negative emotions being common."
Hermione's eyes widened. "Harry! You mean"

"I do." Leo nodded.

Ron looked at them both. "What does he mean?" Ron asked hotly.

Hermione looked perturbed. "He's saying Umbridge is a dark witch." Leo nodded.

"And heres my proof. One of her bodyguards went missing."

"If she was a dark witch and her bodyguard failed her. She'd get rid of them."

Simple. Describing a dark witch to the letter. Even if it was true, Leo did not tolerate failure thankfully his servants had the luck and the skills to suceed.

"So based on what we know. Umbridge failed at staging or taking advantage of an incident this part of term. She will have to redouble her efforts. She will have to make her play before end of the school year. She will attempt to take hogwarts by force."

Leo said soberly.

It was the moment he was going to break it off with them—the beginning.

"I have given you everything you need to succeed. I will not do more!" Leo was saying goodbye without saying goodbye.

They didn't understand; perhaps it was better that way. They were no longer compatible. It was barely palatable as it was. They were light he was dark.

The trio was gone. He could only hope they'd move on and succeed.

It was what Harry would have wanted...

It was what Leo wanted. "Come on, Hermione he's done talking to us." Hermione looked at Ron.

"When you're done being a prat Harry. You know where to find us."

Ron bade angrily but also subdued. Leo was relieved that Ron at least understood.

There was no coming back from this. Harry really would vanish when the time came, and Umbridge attempted to put her plans into motion. She'd find her plans undone and a dementor latched onto her lips!

It was exhilarating...

But it also felt empty. They departed and left Leo to his thoughts, likely to digest what he had said. Or well, Hermione would.

They had prefect duties to attend to. Something Harry was gleeful not to have.

They were going to have to grow up sooner rather than later. Leo would have to use that to help him.

Harry deserved to die a hero's death. To be remembered fondly, he tried to do good and be the hero everyone expected him to be.

Right now...

Leo felt no comfort in their absence. No kindness in their departure. No peace, no calm.

Leo pushed down his emotions, and he sighed a mournful sigh.

He had to go, or ultimately, they did. To intermingle light and dark.

Perhaps others could. But right now...

They were a threat to him. End it now...

Before he had to end his best mates.

Leo tossed and turned, he needed to fuck, but he didn't have that option till later. He could not get comfortable.

His cock seemed to grow larger, and he would not let him be in peace.

He did eventually manage to crawl into a reluctant slumber.
Crawling, twisting on his sides. He slithered unobstructed through halls he'd never seen.

There in the blackness was a shining beacon in the dark. A wand tip illuminated by Lumos.

Leo felt the killing intent, the order to kill the one who bore that shiny light.

He crept closer behind that star in the darkness. A thing that did not belong.

In the dimness of that wizard light.

He spied a fascinating discovery. A simply marvelous arse, and he recognized that red hair anywhere.

Arthur Weasley.

He stilled as the kill order resounded in his head. Kill

Kill

KILL!

He'd make that fat arse his! Leo struggled and then lost as his mouth extended to strike.

He refused to strike somewhere vital.

Arthur cried out as he struck, his fangs buried deep!

Leo sat up and furiously pulled on clothes. "Kreacher!" He spat, and there was a crack.

"Take me to Professor McGonagall." His house-elf complied, and with a crack, they were gone.

Kreacher rapt on her door and a disproving look of a sleepy McGonagall.

"Mr.Potter?! What is the-"

"Something bad happened, Arthur Weasley is in trouble! Help him!" Leo spouted.

She looked startled and quickly gathered her composure. "To my office. I'll call Ronald."

Leo nodded as she went about her way, and the door clicked shut.

Arthur Weasley was Ron's father... Leo didn't give a damn.
He'd conquer that arse. Leave it gaping and winking dripping with his cum!

He rubbed his scar. Molly chose well indeed.

Leo would not be told no still... The Weasleys were always good to him. He'd wait before he took what was his.

So he wouldn't do anything yet. The door swung open and a blurrily awake Ron stumbled in and sat down.

Leo was going to have store alot of memories out of reach , but he figured Ronald deserved to know.

"Arry, why did Mcgonagall wake me?" He yawned, and Leo decided to be blunt.

"Your father was attacked." Ron woke right up at that pronouncement.

Leo slumped tiredly. "Keeping you lot safe is exhausting."

He muttered.

Fear and horror welled up for a moment.

"Now this!"

Leo rubbed his eyes tiredly. "You really are aren't you?" Ron replied.

Leo hesitated and nodded. "I am."

"It's taken great effort to remain out of that horrid witch's sight. And now this... At the worst possible time."

"Ron why do you think I am here?" He asked. He looked into those innocent eyes.

"Because I saw it and alerted McGonagall. And now I'm terrified of what it means."

Leo wondered if he was putting on a little too thick.

Ron shook his head. "Think Ron Think!"

"The only way for me to have known." Leo brushed back his hair and rubbed his scar.

"Is if Voldermort and I have a connection!" Leo stated bitterly.

"I'll be honest with you Ron... I feel like butter over too much bread."

The rest of the night had been a dismal blurr. It had been confirmed that Arthur was at St.Mungos.

It was enough for Leo. At least for now.

The only good news was that he got to sleep in his own bed at Grimmauld Place.
He warded his door and closed the blinds to the rising sun.

He stripped off his clothes, crawled under the covers, and slept...
Author Notes
I'm not sure if it's because I live in a state where both stand your ground and castle doctrine is in play. But here is this a lesson from a state where the old west never truly died. There is no just thing as safety only a comfortable amount of risk.
Witches and Wizards are capable of much more than firearms or sufficently provoked artilery the same rules should apply.
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