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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 awoke from pleasant dreams, Pure power coursing through his veins as it was meant to be. Undiluted pulsing in time with his heart, the darkness pulsed in the rhythm of the beat. Power was power and had no substitute.

Away from the unnatural suppression, he imposed upon himself. He gripped his glasses and placed them on his face.

This was not the familiar darkness. When had he lost control? Leo wondered as he looked at unfamiliar surroundings. He gritted his teeth as he pushed the darkness within him back inside where nobody could see it.

His brow wrinkled with an effort that gave way to sweat. It fought him, and it fought him in a manner of a wild beast unwilling to be returned to captivity. It went reluctantly, striking and flailing as it receded.

Brightness filled the room as the first streams of dawnlight crested the horizon. Dead leaves and withered plants littered the windowsill.

Leo was exhausted. "Kreacher." There was a crack and his elderly house-elf was at his side.

His appearance had improved. Proof that it was suitable for the cantankerous old house-elf to be among his own kind at Hogwarts. Pure vestments, and he stood straighter and prouder.

"Ah! It's good to see you, Kreacher, as he got down and hugged his huffy old house. Who was not used to affection.

"Master?" Kreacher grumbled reluctantly as Leo pulled away. "Can you look around this place before we return to my room?"

The house-elf vanished with a crack. He stood at his full height, his wand clutched securely.

He went to the window sill and gingerly tapped the withered flora with his wand. It crumpled at his slightest prodding.

The darkness here was much different than in Grimmauld place. It was therein this rather opulent place. Leo noted it was, however...

Muted? Leo frowned; there it was as he reached out with his senses.

The Gray. A traitor to both light and dark to be neither. Wretched fence-sitters the lot of them to his estimation.

Pick one side or the other; it mattered little to him only that one chose one side or the other. Anything else was pure cowardice.

Even Peter Pettigrew, that rancid pest, chose one.
Leo looked around. It was fitting for him a dark lord.

The chamber of secrets was one thing.

His appreciative eye took in the dark marble contrasting with the white. It was a nice place...

It was befitting a lord.

A black closet door shuddered, Leo whirled on it. "Alohomora!" The unlocking charm collided with the door that swung open.

A terrified, disheveled, and wide-eyed Draco appeared screaming, tears streaming down his face.

"Not the dark-" His yell was cut off by a jet of red light that struck him and blasted him back into the closet. His figure sailed back into the unlumination that was the dark closet.

Leo blinked, opened his eyes... and blinked again. The sound of wood clattering against the ground was almost damning.

What... What just happened? Leo looked down in abject surprise at his innocuous-looking wand. "Uh... Thank you?" the question mark clearly said aloud.

Draco had startled him. His heart raced for a few moments as Draco's wand rolled forlornly across the floor.

Leo picked it up.

There was a crack as Kreacher returned.

"Master! this place is Malfoy Manor." Kreacher bowed respectfully. Oh... Leo thought dumbly as it all made sense.

Leo hurriedly changed clothes in his room. Leo smiled at his reflection in his bathroom.

Draco was safely... Interred at the bottom of Moody's chest. Leo wasn't going to be bored this winter holiday. He thought mildly.

-Find Fenrir
- Kill that Barmy nutter who was a Seer.
- Take revenge on the muggles who were up to no good.

"Winky" With a softer crack his second house-elf appeared and she looked far better than the alcoholic she was. Leo softened and he made sure to praise her. She was improving; that's what mattered.

She returned to Hogwarts and Leo felt in high spirits.

He made sure his room was perfect before he made sure all the protections on his room were intact. He hissed, with the sensation of prickling on his skin.

The feeling just before the sunburn, unmistakable and as telling as the rising of the sun

Dumbledore.

Just who he didn't want to see. He frowned in consternation, oh course, the one time he didn't want to see his counterpart.

Was the time the light equivalent of Voldemort decided to show himself.

Leo didn't want to contemplate how Dumbledore saw him. The thought alone gave him pause. He had time to think, time to hypothesize.

Time to guess and he did not like to ponder over much. There was but one common thread to all the dangerous events leading up to the Triwizard tournament.

One common denominator that made Leo ill at ease. Albus Dumbledore.

No headmaster could be an idiot, especially one that bested a dark lord and would probably survive another.

Leo hadn't decided if he was going to kill Voldemort yet. He could! Was it worth the trouble was the question. The wizarding world needed to change.

But would it be worth it? That was the question. Before he even made it to the kitchen where Molly and breakfast awaited.

That sun departed... Leo's frustration blossomed. Fine, you want to play games, Dumbledore? You WILL talk to me eventually.

Trelawney had to die tonight. As reluctant as he was to help that duplicitous pink sow and her deluded web of lies.

Leo had been a great hero, surviving time and again from plots that should have been his end.

He earned his answer. He deserved those rewards, especially when he couldn't help but feel that he was a piece on a board.

Dumbledore owed him his secrets. Molly's face lit up the moment Leo crossed the threshold.

"Arthur can't wait to see you Harry!" Leo sat down and was glad he was fully clothed. He wished he could feel bad about wanting to plow that beautiful fat arse Arthur possessed.

He liked Molly for sticking up for him. Just the thought though, of Arthur's legs up in the air sent a jolt right to his cock. Really the Weasleys just seemed to be made for fucking.

A plate laden with food was put before Leo. He smiled but he wished they all realized the obvious. Harry was gone; he was what remained.

The rest of the day had gone agonizingly slow. It was funny how a single decision altered how he saw the world. He looked through the black library.

He'd borrowed several books and to his surprise. Hunting spells were practically useless in the face of the killing curse.

Practice with Remus and Sirus as they went over more Animagus lore with him.

They were proud of him; his grades had never been better. Night time, however, was the time he most waited for.

Leo slipped to Hogwarts beneath his favorite shroud. An invisibility cloak that never degraded in all the time he had it. It had belonged to his family for who knew how long.

Trelawney was an actual seer Cassandra she may be. The only way to get at her was to be unseen and likely; he'd have no other chance.

Wand out he stalked Hogwarts halls. How was he going to do it? Probably the killing curse.

His patience waned. That barmy seer had evaded him... For now, An unhappy compromise at best.

Leo smiled beneath the invisibility cloak. Finally, he'd been given an opportunity long in the making.

Draco and he had a heartfelt reunion long in the making. The thought alone made him happy. No!

Joyful!

Even Harry wouldn't mind that Draco suffered. He'd had to babysit his dad!

His loser of a father. Whose only claim to fame was that he was wealthy.

A nearby window cracked and Leo jumped.

Preparations came nicely; Leo intended to claim Malfoy Manor for his own. If only for a base.

But that was for later... Leo looked around his chamber of secrets.

No escape, He had a few ideas. Draco had more than earned his punishment; honestly, he still hadn't decided to put him in saint mungos for his trouble.

Draco had been a right arse for a long while now. Under some delusion that they were in the same league. A snort left his mouth as he sat enthroned upon the giant snake skull.

Harry was powerful, capable, and a much better seeker than that wealthy git. He had to be punished severely.

Draco had only gotten as far as he did because of wealth. Frankly, it was an insult.

Power was what mattered, what separated you from the rabble and the muggles.

If there was an even higher crime that Draco committed, it was that he was a proper wretched to Hermione and that was unforgivable.

She really was the brightest witch of the age. She was going to do great things, he could tell.

And Draco called her a mudblood. Such presumption that a spoiled brat with a silver spoon in his mouth was anywhere near her needed correcting.

He wasn't worthy of kissing the ground beneath her feet much less being in the same room as her.

Leo slipped the brass knuckles over his fingers. Saint Mungos it was.

Leo had decided, it was Draco needed at least the beating of his life the muggle way.

How did wizard kind put it? Leo thought, for a moment. Muggle Dueling!

Leo slipped from his perch and strode towards his chest... Moody had no more use for it being dead and not even the order of phoenix knew he was long dead.

Leo knew!

He wasted no time opening and closing each of the seven compartments leaving the best for last.

There was his Pensieve. He'd add more to it to keep things out of reach of beings far too curious for their own good.

Dumbledore he wasn't sure he could trust, and Snape was far too gray even to bother contemplating it.

He flicked the cheat lid open, a scream emanating from the hidden room.

How unfortunate that Draco ended up in his clutches... Leo suppressed the shiver from not remembering the how. Oh well?!

The screaming started immediately, emanating up from the hole. From moody's prison cell, Draco cried out with tears, threats, and pleading.

"This is not a negotiation. I have come to the unfortunate position of having you alive. Do you feel lucky? You're not well liked. There are quite a few people who wouldn't miss you. So I think you should be far more concerned about me who's considering it and less about them who've already decided."

The screaming stopped by barely suppressed sniffling. Leo was disgusted by the weakness displayed.

Leo bade as he fixed his platinum blonde hair. He twirled his wand playfully. "Protego Diabolica!"

Black flames raced from his wand to form a perimeter. Leo didn't want Draco to get lost.

While he was a git, he did spend an excessive amount of time with Crabbe and Goyle. The stupidity could have rubbed off on him.

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Leo fished Draco from his well-deserved prison.

Draco cried out as he slowly emerged and Leo let him hit the rockhard floor.

There were no cushions in the chamber of secrets. Leo retreated to his throne.

He allowed Draco this sole courtesy. His wand safely in Leo's growing collection. He might give it back; it was an ugly thing for an entitled brat.

Draco was a far cry from his normally pompous self. His clothes disheveled and a grimace enveloped his already disgraced face.

It would be sad if it weren't already so fulfilling! A fallen noble right where he deserved to be.

A mess upon the floor before Leo! The dark lord took the time to admire the knuckles over his own.

A barbaric weapon from barbaric folk, Leo supposed and yet he found a use for them alright.

Leo sat imperiously as he pressed his lips together. "Kneel." He demanded. He had the wand, and he got to make the rules end of discussion unless Draco wanted a taste of an unforgivable curse.

Draco sputtered and whined in protest. Leo raised a brow. Clearly, Draco had no idea who was the dark lord.

No physical pain would not be enough. There had to be something far more... Lasting.

No, that he thought about the Pensieve. Leo
aimed his wand at Draco's middle and smiled darkly.

"Crucio!" Leo's smile widened with predatory joy as the torture curse lashed true.

Draco screamed as he hit the ground. His body was writhing in pain; it was... euphoric.

His screams were a pleasing melody of agony. The most beautiful thing about cruciatus was it could be used for one quick burst of pain!

Or... You could sustain it, draw out that suffering as the agony mounted moment by moment. Leo held it for mere heartbeats before he let the curse lapse.

The screaming stopped replaced with pained panting. "Do you feel like you are in control Draco?" Leo asked conversationally with a mean smile.

"When my father hears about-" Leo blinked. "My dear, That's going to cost you a memory." Leo retorted sadistically as Draco stiffly got to his feet.

Leo listened to the silence, and the black flames burned decadently as they hemmed in the little brat.

"You know what I think? Dearest Draco!" Leo mocked, "I think, you've been coddled for far too long not to understand the way the world works."

Leo put his wand into his holster as he put the other knuckleduster on his main hand. "The weak do not dictate to the strong Draco. The strong dictate to the weak and the weak oblige or suffer."

"No one is coming to save you Draco. Not your father, not his wealth. You owe me a great debt for opening your eyes to the truth."

Leo made his way to the furious black flames. "I haven't decided if I'm going to kill you or merely make you wish I did." A burbling laugh echoed such that even the black flames diminished as if in fear.

"What are you doing?" Draco coughed, and Leo stepped through the flames unharmed.

He was glad Dudley taught him to take a punch and throw one.

It would be rather foolish to falter embarrassingly. What came next was going to be a pleasure. So far, only Hermione has had the distinct pleasure of punching Draco in the face. He wanted to correct that injustice.

Leo took his time walking patiently towards Draco. It was fascinating to witness as Leo advanced upon the retreating brat, one step by measured, calm step.

Draco to his credit, seemed to possess a healthy survival instinct. He seemed to know he was in a dangerous situation. The platinum blond prat shirked away step by step.

Leo could see Draco's heart speed up as Leo flexed his knuckles.

Step, step, step, Leo crept closer until Draco reached a dead end right at the cusp of the blackened flames.

End of the line. Leo smiled darkly as Draco instinctively looked back. That split-second looking around was all Leo needed.

Leo's left hook landed straight in Draco's middle. Draco clutched his middle as he doubled over. The smell of vomit grew immeasurably potent as Draco spewed the remainder of what he had for dinner upon the stones.

Draco sprawled onto his own sick, coughing as he curled up. Leo's right fist connected Draco's shoulder as the brat collapsed.

There was a sickening pop as Draco's face connected with the ground. Draco attempted to crawl away on his stomach.

Leo placed his foot on Draco's back. "There is no mercy Draco."

"Merely, the question of how your suffering profits me." Leo ground his foot into the back of his once childish rival and pressed down.

Grinding the flailing body into the dirt where he rightfully belongs.

Nothing more needed to be said. Leo started swinging, just to hear the sound of flesh meeting flesh.

There was a sickening crack and Draco clutched his side. Leo did not relent; his furious flurry of body shots only increased.

Light existed only to cast a shadow here... In the dark.

Draco's every movement was an intolerable indulgence of resistance. The fury of Leo's blows only increased.

Draco still attempted to get away from him. The sound of cracking, and popping grew more frequent beneath Leo's physical onslaught.

The Dark Lion took Draco Malfoy's measure and found him wanting.

The reality seemed to catch up to Draco finally. Who flailed halfheartedly as metal beat flesh and bone and sinew.

That pitiable flailing was almost lamentable in its patheticness. Here was a noble only able to feebly defend himself with awkward flopping as he turned over. Leo allowed him to show his stomach before he stomped down.

Draco managed a single glancing backward hit. It stoked the sheer overwhelming rage as Leo fell upon him.

Fingers snapped, arms shattered with the gruesome squelching as Draco's limbs, one by one, went limp and unmoving.

Still, Leo's fists did not relent. A right hook closed one of Draco's eyes with a bruising swell another cracked open Draco's jaw.

Draco's body spasmed as bruises blossomed all over the exposed flesh. Draco began to shudder before he went limp.

Leo reveled in his brutality even as he forced himself to pull back. Draco didn't get to die. Not yet! Nowhere even close.

Draco Malfoy, the once haughty pureblood, lay almost wholly unrecognizable in a bloody heap.

Pureblood dripped off his purloined knuckle dusters. Leo stood up, walked towards the water, and slipped off his surprisingly effective muggle weapons. He let them slide into the pool's depth as he washed his hands.

He felt so much better. Righting a wrong that had been allowed to fester for far too long.

He washed his hands before he slinked towards his chest and found his Pensieve.

The wooden Pensieve held many of his memories as he made his way back towards Draco's unresponsive body.

The prat's limbs were in positions that signaled they were broken badly.

It was merely the start of Draco's new life. Leo was giddy with euphoria. He'd take his bloody time wringing each and every drop of agony out of Draco.

All of it belonged to Leo. Draco would live his life a broken heap at his feet.

He placed his wand at Draco's temple and started pulling. Silvery wisps and threads came away. Leo had every intention to make sure Draco could and would suffer for decades to come.

But first, He wasn't lying. Draco owed him a debt, and well, Leo charged interest. As he took a mass of wispy silver from Draco.

His fee, purloined memories that Draco could have back once he paid significant interest.

A guttural wracking sound emanated from Draco. Leo pulled down his trousers and relieved himself upon that quivering body.

Yellow stained and saturated the spreading red. He pulled his trousers up. His territory was thoroughly marked.

"Kreacher!" He commanded, and his elderly house elf appeared with a crack.

"Be a dear, and take this wretch to Saint Mungos as quickly as you can. We wouldn't want him to die now would we? And when you're finished fetch me Barty and Lucius would you?"

The house elf vanished with a crack taking the bloody body with him.

Leo allowed the black flames to consume the evidence as they danced upon him harmless, devouring his clothing as he strode through it. Before they devoured every trace of what transpired within the circle.

Leaving him thankfully naked as he sat upon his throne and waited. Lust washed over him with its decadent caress. He allowed the dark charm to end with a whisper.

His hefty manhood and surely engorging cock swelled as need drowned out everything else.

Sheer delight washed over his frame.

He whiled away the time as he caressed himself. There was a crack.

"Master?"

"Get.Over.Here!" Leo rasped, and Barty complied. Leo sighed as a pair of lips wrapped around his cock.

Pure delight as he cried out. Pure pleasure lapped at his mind; it sang so sweetly.

Joy licked at his growing engorged jewels. Leo gripped the back of Barty's throat and pushed him deeper.

"Ah! Barty your throat feels divine." Leo chuckled as that talented tongue danced just right on his phallic length.

There was a sound of disgust. Leo didn't bother to open his eyes. "Get on your knees and stroke yourself." He commanded.

There was a huff. "Isn't obedience nice?" Leo's body shuddered, and his body relaxed in delight.

It was wise to hang back. Let the ministry and Dumbledore's pawns go at each other like rabid dogs. This is what he should have done from the start.

Voldemort didn't have to do a thing.

The vision was over in moments, a satisfied breathless moment. His sticky release had overflowed from Barty's mouth.

Leo pushed him away. Barty swayed, obviously inebriated from his potent release.

"Barty, Take Lucius to his home and throughly break him in." Barty nodded drunkenly.

"Lucius," The Dark Lion affixed his gaze on the rich git. "Your wards are broken fix them and then redouble your efforts." Leo commanded the patriarch, who grimaced as he came.

Barty drunkenly shuffled towards Lucius, who hadn't moved. "And Barty?" he nearly toppled, looking over his shoulder.

Leo asked, "Tomorrow night, we've got much to discuss tonight." He dismissed them and Kreacher took them away.

Leo slept soundly untroubled by dreams of any sort.
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