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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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"Animo, animato, animagus," Leo recited without fail the incantation. It was the one thing Sirius and Lupin, without fail, made sure he knew the wand movements had to be perfect.

Leo adored them both, but... He felt like grains in an hourglass. Time was running out, and then he'd have to leave.

He looked out at the window at coming dawn. He sincerely didn't think he'd be able to hide what he was the next time he went all out.

It was nice being able to play pretend... It truly was a pity the farce was coming to a close. It was far better to go out on your own terms.

Harry should be remembered fondly. The Boy Who Lived! Leo felt a sad smile spread upon his face at that realization.

The Dark Lion would soon prowl unhindered by the face of a hero who perished in a graveyard. Freedom!

Wonderous! Wonderous!! Freedom! Leo could practically explode! First, though, he had to ensure Harry disappeared with no one the wiser.

That loathsome toad who thought herself a dark witch, that miserable hack who believed that politics made her an equal of power. She'd make her move sometime before the end of term. She had to

Leo would be ready!

Leo made sure everything in his bedroom was perfect and that he was fully dressed. Then and only then did he exit his private room.

His little sanctuary in this house drowning in light. They were killing Grimmauld Place. A tortuous death by a thousand cuts.
The darkness here stewed in tragedy and despair.

Old vintage and with every fricking light wizard and witch passing through here and dwelling here. Leo didn't know how long it would take. Years? Decades? Months?

They were scrubbing it away a little at a time. Bit by bit, like a tide of light at a beach.

He went to their room but found no one. Leo frowned, and with trepidation, he went to the kitchen.

There was sound, and movement. He sighed, there was one person, and he walked into the kitchen.

It was Lupin making coffee. Lupin stopped what he was doing and leaned back. His nose flared as he took in air.

Leo recognized that Lupin smelled him and was rewarded as Lupin turned around with a smile.

"Harry!" Lupin bade, To Leo, that name had become like nails on a chalkboard. As lemon juice in a paper cut.

This unacknowledgment of the obvious. Harry was dead! Let the poor bloke rest in pieces!

"Coffee?" Leo nodded, and he turned around. The smell of coffee was wonderous aromatic this early.

Leo accepted it and held it pleasingly in his hands. Its warmth soothed his sore hands. Radiating into his overworked hands.

He might have gone overboard, or perhaps not! He was leaning towards not.

Still, it would not do to break one's toys. One never knew if you got new ones... But he digressed.

"Where's Sirius?" He asked as he looked around. Remus sighed as he stood up straight.

"Harry..." He stopped and thought for a moment.

"What do you know about blood feuds?" His old professor asked, and Leo shrugged.

"Is this another of the pure blood things?" Leo guessed, and Remus Lupin nodded in response.

"Harry, you have to understand the pure bloods are scared."

They should be! Leo thought darkly. "Its clear that a blood feud is underway as we have feared." Lupin said.

"Narcissa Malfoy's public murder was only the beginning as we feared." He steadied himself on clearly on edge. "Draco Malfoy was found early this morning dropped off at Saint Mungos."

"A group of people have beaten him to the very edge of magical healing." Remus Lupin finished perturbed.

"Only the desperate and nothing to lose would target a child in such a manner. Which can only mean they intend to extinguish the malfoy name."

Leo could almost see the logic. Narcissa's death was her own fault; Draco had his beating coming for ages.

"It also means they may plan to target Sirus."

Leo caught that wracked look that splayed across his face for a single heartbeat. Leo wouldn't let anything happen to his big brother.

That much he could promise. Anyone who harmed Sirius was dead.

His fit and wrongly imprisoned big brother. Who wore tight clothing to show off how fuckable he was. The man knew he was good-looking. Leo wanted to try a werewolf at some point too.

Make them kneel, make them beg. He wondered if it would be easier or harder to make them his. Could they be subject to him as well?

So many questions and so little time he really needed to find Fenrir not only for his muggle problem but to answer these vexing concerns.

What if it didn't work? Could he trust them? The killing curse was if the answer was no. Protego Diabolica would probably be better.

"Dumbledore."Leo focused on the mention of his counterpart ending his mental tangent.

"Dumbledore thinks it might be a case of Sanguinoir Excise." Lupin lapsed into teaching tone. Leo was amused and intrigued.

"Black Blood Excision was outlawed by the Wizengamot centuries ago. A rather barbaric practice based on the assumption that one's blood was too corrupted for wizarding society."

"Harry, Wizards aren't perfect, there was a time on the continent where wizards and witches would attempt to kill entire familes for producing Dark wizards and witches. Under the assumption that their lineage was poisoned by the dark arts."

"All this festering paranoia and hatred did... Was ensure them."

Leo wanted to shock Remus Lupin, He tried to just force the man off the rails. Derail the conversation entirely.

He liked Lupin he did, but he couldn't escape the feeling that someone else's hands were involved.

Like a finger down one's spine, Dumbledore was a gifted puppeteer. It was hard to admit to one's self. It clicked perfectly into place.

The moment Dumbledore knew for sure. He'd kill him; it was inspired to use a person's family against them with none the wiser.

Dumbledore was the only one who qualified. The pre-eminent counterpart that could and would defeat unwary Dark Lords. He had to suspect him, right?

What was the most chaotic thing? "Remus." He started softly; he hesitated. He took his time to look Sirius's lover in the eye.

"What if I'm like you and Sirius?" He asked, and the payoff was exquisite. Remus went speechless. The professor rendered silent in an instant.

"What do you mean, like Remus and me?" Sirius asked; they both jumped, their shins hitting the bottom of the table simultaneously.

Leo's eyes watered, and he furiously blinked away. There was Sirius handsome as always.

"Why are you smoking?" Remus demanded as the moment was over.

Sirius's shirt was singed places, and smoke wafted off him.

"I went to see how Lucius was doing." Leo bit his lip not to scream.

Way too close. Way too uncomfortably close. "Lucius has gone mad. I skidded off the wards." Sirius ruefully stated as he limped into the kitchen and sat down.

Like ice pumped into his chest, Sirius could have died... And it would have been his fault.

His Fault. HIS FAULT!

Leo's heart slowly began to beat against his chest. He almost killed Sirius?!?!

He couldn't breathe.
Remus loved the man but mother of god. Because a child was present, he couldn't say what he honestly wanted to say.

He made peace with the fact that Sirius would probably never mature. No thanks to his parents.

"That's all you can say?" He asked, "You nearly die-" Sirius, to his credit, flushed in embarrassment.

Good. Remus thought, at the very least, had some inkling that what he had done was monumentally incredibly stupid.

Times had changed it was no longer just them. They had someone to worry about! They'd agreed no more foolishness-

Remus's nose flared suddenly at the acrid stench of fear. The table squealed. His stomach flopped in his chest.
Something was wrong.

Very Wrong.

Grimmauld Placed groaned as if in pain. "Harry?"

"Harry?!"

Harry's eyes were dilated as he sucked the air into his lungs with raspy breathing. As if he sucking more than air with each breath.

The table rattled, sending the cutlery to the floor with a clatter. His mug shattered, spraying the contents across the floor.

The table vibrated with a sudden sickening snap and a worrisome crack as the pieces worried themselves to pieces. Snapping into splinters.

Harry was panicking. His magic was lashing out.

"Harry, Everything is fine!" He looked at Sirius. "Say something!" He mouthed.

This wasn't normal. Harry! He wondered, with trepidation turning to outright horror.

Ominous cracking resounded from above as plaster on the ceiling visibly fractured.

Sirius looked mortified.

"Harry I'm okay nothing bad happened Pup!" He managed to state calmly.

The cracks spread down the walls. "You aren't going back, Harry. Never!" Sirius repeated, and then there was silence. Grimmauld Place settled.

Remus put on his best professor face. Harry blinked as his breathing evened out. Alertness crept back into those green eyes.

"I- I think I'm going to go lie down now." He whispered as he swayed softly as he got up and promptly walked out of the kitchen, and they let him go.

They followed discretely as they could. Until, Harry vanished behind his door, and his privacy wards made the noise of his footsteps disappear.

Harry...

Harry was broken. Remus had thought about how no one could remain unscathed from extraordinary happenings, and Harry had done more than most wizards ever would in a single lifetime.

Remus did the only thing he could do that was remotely helpful. He hated feeling helpless.

"Reparo!" The silence was deafening as he directed the spell with his wand.

Spidery cracks and plaster fixed themselves, and the ceiling and furnishings repaired themselves with a flick of his wrist.

The kitchen table took multiple charms to mend. "Harry isn't well." Sirius stated somberly.

"Yes." He agreed.

There was nothing more to be said they lapsed into silence, mending and returning Grimmauld place to its former glory.

"No more missions Sirius." Remus stated the obvious. Harry needed them more.

"Yes," Sirius mumbled meekly as they fixed the last hairline cracks. Remus crinkled his nose.

Nothing should be around that could trigger Harry. "Take a shower, and put on new clothes." Sirius nodded unusually agreeable.

How had they not seen this? And with mounting despair...

They had seen it. It had been right in front of their noses the whole time.

It was disheartening to have to look into the past. Had Harry always been like this? Undoubtedly not since the third year?! Right?...

Doubt and despair lingered as he sat down.

Harry could literally explode! The order would have to understand.

... Molly had been right.

Had been so terrifyingly right.

Harry was just a boy. No, that was incorrect.

Harry was a deeply traumatized boy. Remus got up and went to join Sirius.

They needed to reflect. They needed comfort from one another.

They had failed. Failed so heavily that he didn't see how they could fix the sheer spectacular magnitude of failure. How'd they ever look Harry's parents in the eyes in the hereafter seemed like an impossibility.

He stripped off his shirt and let it lay where it fell in Sirius's room.

The sound of warm water resounded as hot water cascaded down Sirius's back. The dark-haired man let him into the warm rain without saying anything. A wordless invitation in his slumped shoulders.

For a while, they just shared the warmth.

"Why did you go see Lucius?" Remus asked softly.

"Dumbledore asked it of me..." Sirius responded softly.

"It is tradition amongst pure bloods to have cousins help plan the funeral..."

Remus wrapped his arms around his man. "You go nowhere alone from now on okay? I mean it or I'll never forgive you."
Knockturn alley was a balm he needed to clear his head. A swift cast and Leo merely let the flow of traffic flow. The darkness was intoxicating in its intensity.

It was fresh, vibrant, and so very dark. Hags, vampires, dark wizards, and witches.

He drifted aimlessly. He reached out tentatively just to feel the current of yes.

There was such darkness here. Sweet, sweet, dark, refreshing from the constant drowning in the light.

"oh, there you are." He whispered; Aurors intermingled amidst the crowd. Lights are so very unwelcome in a place such as this.

A werewolf was being followed as the undercover Aurors slowly converged. A wolfish shadow stalked by flickering stars. They weren't bonfires nor lighthouses like Dumbledore. If he was noonday sun... These were dying stars, fading candles and embers. Weak light, an unforgivable sin.

Most curious, his invisibility cloak was with him. Curiosity gript him, and truth be told...

He was feeling a tad bloodthirsty. So he wandered in the general direction of the converging lights.

Leo turned off into an alleyway that cut across where they were closing in.

A hand slammed him against the alleyway. With a thought, shadowy tendrils hit the owner to the opposite wall.

"Out of my way." Leo rasped as he hurried to catch up. "What are you?" The owner growled as he sniffed the air.

"Doesn't it matter?" Leo huffed. The man growled, "Youre going to ruin the ambush!"

"Hardly, Aurors barely live up to their name. They need to be put in their place." He snorted as he spat.

"What kind of Arsehole would willingly fight an Auror?" His wolfish snarl revealed him for what he was.

A werewolf.

Leo showed all his teeth.

"I do."

Leo just needed to take the edge off, that's all. The aurors were quick-witted and nimble as combat broke out almost instantly, howling, barkish snarlings as spells and curses were fired off.

Protego was a masterful spell. Master it, and very little could touch you without permission. However! As the wolves lunged like the creatures of the night, they were confined in cities of muggles.

Shield spells blossomed in their protective shimmer.

However! In the endless showmanship of history. Sword Vs. Shield. Better shields thwarted swords. On and on, it went, perhaps a dance for all eternity.

Wizardkind, or rather his kind, had already solved that dilemma definitively.

Leo let the wolves have their fun as he raised his wand slightly. He targeted the experianced auror in charge from the safety of the alley opening.

He lowered it slowly as he trained his wand on the auror in charge. The one calmly shouting orders. The kindest of the unforgivable. The one that marked Harry in his crib. The zig-zag that gave him his scar.

Someone was about to die. The one!

The only.

Leo cared not as he softly spoke.

"Avada Kedavara."

A blinding flash of green and the telltale sign of rushing air as something massive coursed through the air.

He cast the auror down. The curse pierced through the shield spell like it wasn't even there. The veteran sprawled face down, unmoving inanimate since the moment he hit the ground.

"Retreat!" The Aurors fled with a crack. One of the wolves roared. Leo summoned the Auror's wand and placed it in his pocket.

He put his wand away. "You ruined everything." It was the most prominent, meanest looking one of the bunch who kicked the absolutely dead auror. Their eyes open but unseeing. Their inner light extingiushed forever.

Leo blinked; wait a moment. He'd seen this one before mingling with it.

"Incendio!"

The lesser wolves jumped as the auror's body burst into flame.

Leo looked at the matted grey hair and yellowed claws of a man more beast than man.

"Fenrir Greyback, I would speak with you." Leo stated, intrigued.

The werewolf sniffed the air. "Not many would dare interrupt a werewolf hunt and not stink of fear."

He motioned as they departed.
Leo felt much better. He'd return to his room soon this horrifying morning, a distant dream.

They'd left London to dwell within the forest. Leo wasn't afraid in the slightest.

The best way to plan was to merely make the best of unexpected opportunities!

"You reek of excitement." Fenrir rasped.

Leo's eyebrow raised. "I would speak to you alone."

The mountain of an infected man snorted. " You've got confidence."

Leo smiled as he put his wand away. "I have assurance."

"Stupid Slut!" Cried out one of the lesser werewolves. Leo's smile grew wider, displaying most of his teeth. "I mean, you aren't wrong! But I don't think you can handle me."

A tendril of shadow lashed out, wrapped around his neck, and dragged him to the forest floor.

The wolf choked out and rattled for breath as the shadow throttled him.

"Anyone else?" Leo beamed as the tendril tightened, and the man's face started to turn purple.

A second one erupted behind him and swiped, catching someone foolish enough to get behind him.

"Enough," Fenrir growled, and the rest of the werewolves backed off.

He glared down at Leo; it sent a jolt down his spine to pool at his cock.

The tendril flung the one behind him off their feet as the first one released the choking one.

Fenrir's nose flared as that mouthy coward vanished into the underbrush as he motioned to a rundown shack.

"Cozy," He said; it looked more like a monster movie den as he closed the door behind him.

"Why are you here?" Fenrir snarled. Leo blinked, "What can't I appreciate the view?" He pouted for a moment.

"I've been looking for you. For awhile now in fact." Leo retorted to the growl.

"Get to the point!" Fenrir snapped, and Leo raised a brow as he took in the rippling muscles.

He wanted to break Fenrir. He bet it would be fun. It was getting dull with wizards. He wondered if werewolves were more resistant.

"Why are you wasting your time begging for scraps Fenrir?" He asked pointedly.

"The death eaters and him won't accept you. Not really, you know it. I know it."

"And you will?!" Fenrir barked. Leo nodded, "Power is the sole means of measurement. Pedigree doesn't factor into it."

Leo gazed at his crotch on purpose before he took his time to look into those bestial eyes.

"I've been naughty." Leo slapped his hand. "You see alot of people are going to die tonight." His face grew serious.

The raid was going to happen regardless. Those monstrous muggles needed to be taught a lesson.

"I'd rather like for you and yours to be there. With generous compensation of course. You have no idea how hard it is to find good help these days. The purebloods are misers and complain far too much in their spineless weakness."

"You see, I'm going up against the true enemy of both of us." Fenrir looked at him with a scowl.

"We have no such enemy." Leo wagged his finger. "Oh but we do, We do Indeed!"

"Muggles have always been the true common enemy." Fenrir snorted. "Muggles?"

"You have to see it Fenrir." He stated seriously.

"Ah, but that laugher hides the uncomofrtable truth the rest of the magical world refuses to see!"

"Tell me, what other creature could be so monolithic. So numerous as to be almost omnipresent? The muggles had their time in the sun. Its our turn now."

"Muggles are even weaker than wizards." Fenrir spat.

"Indeed, and that's why they're so dangerous. They don't just have numbers. Their ability to spray hundreds of bullets is formidable. I can see why you're afraid."

Leo snarked as he goaded the larger werewolf. A tendril of shadow erupted between them.

Fenrir was fast, but darkness was faster still and barred his way.

Leo tisked. "Ah, ah Ah!"

"No touching, Or we'd be here all night and both have things to do." He chuckled.

Fenrir growled. "Three thousand galleons."

Leo didn't even blink. "Done."

"When the task is done. Do you want a contract? A love letter?" Leo teased.

"Harlot!" Fenrir's eyes dilated.

Leo beamed. "Perhaps, there's no shame in being honest. Tired, sore in all the right places. Happy."

Leo could not believe what he was saying.

"If you choose Fenrir to be at Markus Scarr's Indelible Tattoos tonight," Leo said.

"I hope we have a... productive relationship going forward. If you choose no. No, no harm, no foul." Leo promised to give the wolf a chance to back off.

"That said don't be scarce." Leo said somberly, "Because if I have to track you down again... Well lets not get ahead of ourselves." He teased, Leo absolutely would obliterate the entire pack if he had to.

"Midnight at the latest. Do be... Punctual." Leo grinned.

"Kreacher," He called out as he drew his wand.

"Take me to my bedroom." Leo held out his hand right before the house elf's hand touched.

"Accio!"

Fenrir howled as they vanished.

When they appeared in his bedroom with a crack. He held Fenrir's trousers in his hand.

"So much to plan." He stated to his house elf. So much planning. All led to this moment.
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