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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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The Dark Lion sat upon the basilisk skull as his throne. Marcus Skarr's tattoo shop was a perfect place right under the auror's noses.

He should feel proud but... He did not. He felt... Restless.

He tired of being pigeonholed into someone who never even left that graveyard. He pushed that sobering thought down.

"Barty." He pouted as his emerald gaze looked out the window. He'd given the man more than enough time to scout out the area of that muggle bastard.

If he didn't give good info, it would be straight to Crucio. That much he could promise, his mood soured.

There was no sign of the werewolves. He sighed; he did, in fact, say no harm, no foul.

That said... There were ways to show his displeasure. Perhaps, Fenris needed a reminder that a dark lord was not ignored without recompense.

And really, he even cleaned Fenris's trousers free of charge! If anything, the beast should be thanking him!

He digressed, and so he reached out. The tendrils of dark were useful. He made the decision to try to... His brow furrowed.

Touch.

Crabbe and Goyle had been invaluable in merely brushing contact made them fight.

Harry balked at the thought of touching Dolores Umbridge. She was a loathsome pretender to Power she had no business dealing with, and yet.

Yet he could not deny she was helpful in her scheming ways. Keeping Dumbledore and others from finding him.

The more experienced counterpart and sun would absolutely kill him the moment he figured it out. The man had bested the dark lord of his time.

Outlived Voldermort and without caution. Extinguish him as well, not that Harry would allow that. Oh no! That one was getting a Killing Curse straight into the back when he got a clean shot.

There was Power, and then there was Power.

Dumbledore was at a zenith not even Voldemort had reached.

He sighed; it looked like if nothing else. He had to play by Dumbledore's rules, at least for now.

He was prepping on escaping sometime during the school year with the aid of his business associates. But he had to wonder where to go? What to do? What to do, indeed!

He should probably find that deposed dark lord. The One Who Was. Something to ponder about later, Harry shrugged at the addition to the list of things to do.

As he bristled, looking out the window as he felt them. He really ought to teach them a lesson.

Candles in the dark could only tell on themselves. He could feel those who didn't belong here in the darkness of Knockturn Alley.

They were very noticeable. As if he couldn't feel them, but they were no Dumbledore. That man would never be able to sneak up on him. He could feel that lighthouse at a distance. The sun could not sneak up on you in all its brilliance. The Dark Lion stretched idly. He'd be long gone before these dim lights ever coalesced in his direction.

He'd felt that wizened sage on the other side of his warded door. It felt like the unmistakable sensation twinge before a sunburn.

There they were, walking among hags and other dark creatures as though they weren't distinctly out of place. "What are you looking for I wonder?"

Like he was just going to hang out at The Coffin House until the Aurors showed up? He snickered despite himself.

"Hmm" While he vehemently disagreed with Dolores Umbridge, he could still use her spider in her web plan.

Strand by strand until her rules strangled everyone who dared oppose her. Vernon Dudley did say that you should fear pencil pushers.

Could it really be that easy? He wondered as he rolled his wand in his hand. That the one thing no one would see coming would be.

Letting the spider have her victory? It wouldn't work for several reasons. Hogwarts was its own little place away from the rest of the world.

And thus would never willingly bend the knee. Not when it's self-sufficient, and the ministry was overstepping and then some.

BUT...

It wouldn't even be a challenge to touch the dark witch. Just help her along to her much-deserved ruin. What a trick that would be.

Let her win just to come in and snatch it all away. It was certainly.

"Delicious."

He smiled despite himself. In a way, wouldn't that be what those light-smothered witches want?

A clear villain and all!! Let the hero come and save the day and all that rot!

The world didn't work like that because the world was a bad place. Harry wouldn't have been stuck with a horrid cousin who hated him if it wasn't. A dark lord wouldn't have murdered his parents and more.

... Wouldn't it be just perfect to let Harry have this one last victory? Make the final appearance of The Boy Who Lived memorable for all involved!

Let that wretched cunt win, though? It seemed so distasteful to let her win when she didn't deserve it. Hadn't earned it.

Could it really be that simple? He mused as he slid his wand into its dragonhide holster before thoughtfully tapping the skull.

Was he looking at the entire situation wrong? He wondered softly.

Let that pink-wearing bitch win!

He should be able to steer that win any way he wished. He'd have to touch her, though.

Not even Voldemort managed to instill that revulsion she inspired. She made him feel... Dirty.

Her ambition made her ironically valuable. Didn't Vernon speak of independent contractors about his work? She was outright dark as well!

Much better than those dreary greys such as Snape and Malfoy.

Harry leaned back as he pondered. He was the first to figure out that she wanted to be headmaster. Headmistress? It was almost laughable. But he could use this.

More of an incidental ally than a servant. Same side only by chance.

She had none of the qualities he desired in servants. Cedric...

His heart clenched at the thought of the beautiful and gifted man. He would be brought into the fold one way or another. Cedric would see he was the better choice in the end.

He frowned... Even if he had to plant the idea in Umbridge's mind himself. After all, Cedric was the second-best choice, logically.

The other being who saw some glimpse of the dark lord. He was the perfect focal point... Hmmm.

"Mmmm," His thoughts quieted at the approach of a familiar dark.

"Barty," He pouted for a moment.

"I have grave news, my lord." He could feel his platinum blond eyebrows raise.

"I should crucio you." He said mildly, and Barty Jr paled. "No, my lord! I've done as you asked, watching the muggles. Something is wrong."

"Of course, something is wrong; they're evil." Harry retorted softly. As he peered into Barty Jr.'s unfocused eyes. His dark eyes and lined face were alight with a diabolic manic smile.

It took Harry back for a moment. To stare into those insane eyes, He could feel that roiling madness and the depraved soul it afflicted. The Dark Lion reveled in it; there was a strange disharmonious unevenness to it that set his cock rock hard.

Lust pooled in his loins as he felt lightheaded, as his hot blood surged downward.

Harry could feel that need. That depravity was pleasing to him.

"I-" Barty began uncertainly on his face as he noticed Harry's wand pointed in his direction before he slid it back into its holster.

"Come, Barty." His voice was rough as it hitched. "I do not withhold affection as a punishment."

Barty had already closed the distance and thrust his face between his legs. "oh." Harry gasped as Barty aggressively nuzzled his painful throbbing cock.

The sound of his ripping trousers was silenced only as Harry looked down just in time for his leaking cock to wetly slap on Barty's face.

The look of ecstatic obedience was intoxicating. Harry didn't even know he could get harder.

The manic man struggled to wrap his hand around his member. When had he gotten so bi- The question died by drowning in the rising tide as the sight alone of Barty rubbing his wet cock across his face like it was a sacrement.

Perhaps it had become one, or maybe it'd always been- The Dark Lion thought distantly before he ceased thinking altogether.

For Barty worshipped his tip with all the zeal of a sinner taking communion. The Dark Lion fell.

He fell inside that tenacious insanity. Little by little, the void took them both until he could no longer discern from whom the pleasure came.

Was it Barty's, or was it his? The question no longer matters from the blurring between them. Battered by the roiling illogic and twisted outlook of madness.

The madness with jagged hooked thorns latched deep and pulled.

"Do Not Fret, We'll take good care of him." Why was it his voice? Why had it gone dark?

A dark cloak over him, that unmistakable rattling gasp...

There wasn't a vision of that soul-broken wanker tom riddle. The world swirled around him, broken, whirling colors and shapes. His head pounded as he was thankful.

He took in a long raspy breath with a wraithly sigh. Harry shivered in the cold.

"No matter." He sat up suddenly and raced his fingers through his platinum blond hair.

"Mmm, Barty you've been holding out on me." Harry chuckled breathlessly.

It was a simple matter to flick his wand and banish the chill like he'd been doing so often in Gryffindor Tower.

The chill rebelled against his warming charm for a moment before it passed like a cloud. He frowned as the cold left as quickly as it came.

"Better now?Barty?" He flirted as the guest of blazing air issuing from ceased.

He half pointed his wand accusingly at the man between his legs, cleaning his face with his hands.

"Please tell me you'e done as I asked about these evil muggles." Harry's brows razed as he pointed his wand threateningly. A party was a balm that soothed the constant annoyance of being drowned in light.

"Do not fail me Barty, That would be most unwise and the consequences will be dire." Harry teased softly; he could feel the smile ignite on his face.

"Besides Barty, you must start thinking about a wife and kids. Wouldn't that be fun? As many children as I say."

Those unhinged eyes looked upon him with depraved sincerity even as Barty ignored his teasing.

"You were right. They're all wrong! ALL WRONG!" Like sodden, crumbling ash, lust died like a forgotten memory.

Harry took a deep breath, "Tell me everything you saw pertaining to the task I gave you. Or will I will do Legilimency that you taught me."

"No! NO! They're not people." Barty asserted desperately even as he continued to look him in the eyes.

"They don't speak!" Barty cried; he blinked his emerald eyes.

There had to be more to it. " Leg," He began, and then he stopped, for there was a sound.

A solid knock on the door. Harry closed his eyes and chuckled.

"Oh my looks like dear old Fenris decided to have some fun. Make yourself decent Barty. We have guests." He felt the wilds, the desire for violence. The smell of wet fur wafted in his nostrils.

Wolves in human shape or perhaps a once man in a beast's form?

Oh!!! There's a poorly hidden light being a little too curious for their own good. Harry would have to fix that with prejudice.

Little candle, don't you know that you can't hide in the dark?

Harry sheathed his wand before he clutched Barty's head thoughtfully. He used his thumb to scrap the last dregs of his cum back into Barty's mouth.

Harry gave up on having a second round. Something was incredibly wrong with those evil muggles, and one way or another, he would finish it before sunrise! He suppressed a moan as Barty sucked on his thumb for a moment.

He cast a cleaning charm and put his manhood way. He reluctantly got off his throne and went to greet his guests.

The swirling of his inherited cloak rustled as a shadow opened the front door even as he casually exited the back.

She might have just caught a break on endless patrolling knock-turn alley. She'd made one too many filing errors and ended up here.

It had only been happenstance that she'd noticed a sudden influx to that tattoo parlor this late at night.

Midnight was an ill omen. She stilled for a moment... Something was happening! She could feel it passing over her like waves at a beach. A deep-seated wave? Or was it pulsing? She wondered as she pulled her blonde locks back into a quick ponytail.

Something was wrong. She didn't know how to put it into words. Like she was in unknown waters and something called? Knockturn Alley felt so horribly ALIVE.

The hairs on her head's back rose as gooseflesh raced down her spine. She didn't know how she did, but... Something called out, and she did not like that dark here responded.

"Here, its inescapable." She whirled around hand to her holster, and... With mounting horror found it empty. Her hand gripped nothing.

"You fear the dark. As though you alone can keep it at bay." She wildly looked around as she bolted.

There was no one in that accursed place. She raced down the street.

Then there were people. A couple of dithering old nannies and hunched-back old dames.

They were blocking her way back to Diagon Alley. She saw four toes, and she froze.

"Pertrificus Totalus."

Her breath caught in her throat. "Here in the dark, light exists to cast a shadow."

She would have screamed had she been able. As a severing charm raced across her skin. The pungent smell of her own blood welled potent in the night air. She watched helplessly as she saw those creatures begin to drool in anticipation.

"Just a little nibble. Whats the harm in just one bite?" A factoid welled up inside her brain from her Hogwarts days. As the hags became a throng even as they advanced on her

Hags all had a taste... for human flesh. Auror Weatherbee could only look on and wished she had not taken spoonfuls of sugar with her tea. The first bite was excruciatingly painful.

And like all starving beasts, they descended upon her in a feeding frenzy.

Harry slinked back to the tattoo parlor. He couldn't help the grin that plastered itself on his face.

This feeling... It was almost better than sex... Almost.

He fiddled with the banqueted auror's wand. He swished it around, and it did not respond to him. How quaint, he thought of the supple wand in his hand.

He snapped it over his knee and tossed it into the nearest bin. Unicorn hair for the core. How unworthy of his collection!

He had snatched it so quickly with a tendril of dark. The ministry was not sending its best. Frankly, he was a tad insulted at how disappointing it had been.

Yet, his steps faltered. It hadn't whetted his appetite at all. Like a sinkhole opening up, its merest taste had only revealed how deep it went.

It took him a long moment to recognize it.

Bloodlust

It was so dangerous, but it was sweeter than treacle. He would not be caught so easily like some trumped-up muggle nutter swinging a knife.

It wasn't wrong to unleash it against the deserving! He refused that delusion of not killing. Sometimes you really should put a person out of their misery.

Rabid Muggles? Top of the list. He hadn't forgotten that he had nearly died because one random arsehole wanted a few more pounds in his account.

Tonight was a night of recompense, of accountability.

Tonight he was casting down someone whose greed had ruined the lives of countless others.

Casting down someone from their deluded perch as though they were some untouchable god. They did not deserve their misbegotten power.

All that wealth was tainted by the numberless ruined and wrecked lives like they were disposable. As though those lives didn't matter!

The cloak of invisibility rustled as with one smooth motion as he crossed the threshold and slammed the door behind him. A dance of unseen fabrics as it whirled back into his pocket.

"Ah!" Pleasure raced through him as the darkness of knockturn alley shivered with joy. The hags had been so very hungry.

He stopped for a moment; why had he though? He hesitated because he didn't know why.

Harry pushed it down; he had wolves to contend with. He'd think about it later.

He could feel them all; there was Fenris, oh such a delightful monster, so barely human. Far more beast than he'd ever been, man. It was so fascinating.

To feel the wild, feral, animalistic beast so confined to a human frame. The full moon was coming bringing that lovely flare so tantalizingly close.

So much more interesting than he'd ever been as a man. An improvement by Harry's estimation.

Harry took a breath and exhaled as the darkness spilled in.

He spilled in the room where his throne resided. Silence descended as the lights dimmed.

"A moment of silence, Please." He muttered as he took his place upon the basilisk skull.

"Understand that death will be in abundance soon. Fenris."

Harry's gaze alighted on his soon-to-be wolfy.

"Barty dear, Please start from the top so as to inform our guests of the nature of our enemies," The Dark Lord commanded, and Barty returned his command with a demented yet contented smile.

"Of course, My Liege." As he stood proudly before his throne.

He straightened, proud as a king.

"I have surveilled and surveyed a most peculair location in london that at first seems mundane as the muggles that frequent it."

"Until-" He paused for a moment. "Until I saw what they did to a muggle who trespassed." His voice trembled and Harry felt a knot of tension in his stomach.
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