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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 swallowed two of his draughts of wiggenweld.

Just to be able to take the edge off the sheer agony that set his nerves aflame.

"We are fine," Leo whispered. He'd always known they would leave, but Ronald was becoming a liability, and he did not tolerate such things. He would not kill his once friends.

This half-blood prince was turning out to be quite the find. Spells and helpful notations for brewing potions better and faster. He'd read the Advanced Potion-Making from cover to cover.

This half-blood prince was brilliant!

His potion equipment was laid out before him, clean and ready for use.

Leo added the infusion of wormwood to the cauldron, and so he set to his task.

He added the powdered root of asphodel and stirred clockwise twice before he added the sloth brain.

He smiled at the sight of the silver dagger before he took hold of the sopophorous bean and crushed them with the flat part of the blade before he added them to his burgeoning potion.

After struggling anti-clockwise seven times, he added a clockwise stir. The liquid slowly changed to the needed pale lilac, and he knew that the potion was at the halfway point!

He took a breath and stepped back. The potion would be ready. Soon, he'd only have to wait for the perfect moment, and everything he had planned for could resume.

Leo watched through the window. He was cutting it close as the others would wake soon.

The holidays had come and gone, and while he enjoyed his time with Sirius, he couldn't help but feel a strange finality to it.

He read and reread the draught of living death; his solution was admittedly a bit unorthodox.

Ronald liked to inhale quite a bit of food, so it should be easy to slip it in when the time was right.

He really didn't want to kill his once best mate. Yet, he could not ignore that Ronald was a liability that must be addressed immediately.

Hermione Granger was by far the greatest witch of the age, and Ron was frankly not up to par. All of it could be excused and forgiven but honestly...

After being abandoned twice now, Ron would desert Hermione the moment when she needed him most, and that was an unconscionable thought.

She deserved better; Krum was by far the better option! She needed fame to do...

Whatever she going to do to improve the wizarding world. She was going to do great things. That much he was confident, as was he.

It was probably assuredly insurmountable that they'd be opposed later. She was unmistakably a light witch. Leo would cross that bridge when he reached it. He shrugged and ensured his messy black hair was back to usual as he waited for the potion to complete.

Dosage would be the most essential part of administering the potion if he erred. Ron could never wake, and that would be a heartbreaking moment, one that he sought to avoid.

With a whisper, and a trail of smoke the potion finished. Leo hurriedly made sure every vial was perfectly clean and accounted for.

He carefully poured the contents into their waiting vessels, and he blinked his emerald eyes.

He watched as the potion assumed the shape of their vials without spilling with his careful hands. He listened to the different sounds the vials made as they swallowed his potion and he stoppered them one by one.

Leo blinked as it struck him, and he looked at the vials at the sudden realization.

Could he do that?!

"Hmm..."

He wondered, clearly, Tom Riddle, the dark lord who had managed to safeguard against death using objects. Oh yes! Leo was aware of Horcrux! But not how to make them.

What if that was but a burgeoning beginner's step? Not an end in itself but rather the first step to true immortality? It was imperfect for Harry had destroyed at least two such vessels.

No.

No!

What if? Other dark wizards and witches failed because these objects could be lost and destroyed.

What if, the perfect vessels were already all around them? What if they just needed a little... Fine-tuning.

A cruel smile entrenched itself at the thought. All these wizards and witches ambling about rudderless in the face of muggle technology.

Voldermort failed because he needed to think bigger. What if one could become a spell?

A curse even!

You would just have to spread it, and the wizarding world would do the rest independently. It'd just have to be useful, and the work would be done for you!

Plenty of dark wizards and witches would be amenable to his message. Would that not be the greatest trick of all?

Leo had a whole life to experiment. To prove his genius correct, after all.

If this is true, there would be ways to prove his hypothesis correct. It would take time to be sure.

Hogwarts became a liability; he needed access to dark wizards, where no one would ask questions if they simply... vanished.

Leo already knew what creature the animagus potion would give him. As dawn passed, the sun began to slip over the horizon. He felt it in his bones!
A thunderstorm would come this coming semester.

Leo just had to be ready to slip away.

There was so much disgusting light here, steadily washing away the old dark of this place. He would not be able to hide here much longer.

The annoying light had scrubbed away at so much. So much irritating light here amid the old dark. Washing it away.

He breathed in haggardly and continued waxing like a moon approaching its zenith. He hungered, yet what for eluded him? He trusted that his body craved.

He opened his mouth. He who had slain a lord, blasting his decrepit ass straight into the afterlife and good riddance! His ascendancy was a certainty, assuming he'd survive long enough.

Deposed dark lords aside, it wouldn't hurt to let loose a little. Certainly, Dumbledore was not here!

A familiar sound that had once haunted his dreams with the sound of his own mother.

A horrid rattling sound issued forth from his throat; Frost danced across the walls and the window, showing the coming day.

Once, he hated that sound.

He swallowed, it did not taste yet, he needed more!

Whatever he was taking was ambient and plentiful.

He swallowed again and again, his body shuddered. It wanted whatever was here; he wanted it all!

The hot air charm blasted from his wand, and for a moment, the chilling cold held staunch against his warming charm. Leo forced himself to stop, to close his mouth to this sustenance.

The cold did not wish to leave, and Leo forced himself to breathe through his nose, for indeed, the order of the phoenix would quickly attempt to find the one who rudely awoke them from their delusions of safety and warmth in their beds.

As the sun crested the lip of day, At last, warm air dispersed the cold.

Leo tingled pleasantly from such a delightful imbibing. He wondered if Hogwarts would be a feast. Wouldn't that be something?

Hogwarts could be useful one last time. Leo ensured his room was perfect; no evidence of his brewing was left behind, and everything was as it should be.

He looked around one last time and yawned as he opened the door to his room and closed it behind him.

Grimmauld Place felt like it was supposed to. He imagined the order would find it veritably uncomfortable. They were in a place they weren't supposed to be.

He'd perhaps taken more than he'd assumed, Stripped them of their sense of security. Time will tell. He smiled inwardly. He could feel it then that the old decrepit darkness felt patient.

Its embrace as the shadow was more than merely a lack of illumination.

It relaxed him like a touch of winter before spring as he made his way down to the kitchen, taking his time down the stairs.

There was muttering coming from the kitchen, and part of Leo was ready for anything, just in case.

"Why is everyone so tense? Christmas is barely over!" Leo asked innocently.

The telltale silverly glow of a patronous bathed the area in its eerie illumination.

"Oh Harry! We are preparing to go see Arthur at St. Mungos!" Molly Weasley beamed.

"Is everything okay?" He looked around with his wand at the ready, and little by little did the nervousness cease, and everything went back to normal.

A wand and bone crossed was the first thing Leo saw as they apperated together. He made a point of sticking close to Molly Weasley. If only to keep the dirty looks, Ron was shooting at him whenever he thought he could get away with it.

St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries proudly displayed it, yet only wizards and witches could see it.

The hustle and bustle of everyday life was so loud it was a relief as they stepped into the foyer. With none of the muggles any wiser to their magical cousins whom they deprived with their existence!

Leo smelled the telltale sign of cleanliness and health. There in wooden chairs was every kind of wizard and witch clearly sick to all sorts of disturbing alterations of miscast spells and other magical alterations.

Leo did his best not to stare at the fascinating assortment of when magic went bad. Some were clearly the result of a spell gone wrong, others from what he assumed when spells mixed, and still others Leo couldn't place just that the magic clearly went awry than from what was intended.

"This way, Harry." Molly caught his attention, and he couldn't even be mad as she grabbed his hand to ease him.

He couldn't even be mad at her. For bringing up the name of a dead boy, not his!

"Don't get lost Harry." He nodded idly as he went with her past the welcome witch and admissions. They climbed a flight of stairs.

'Creature-Induced Injuries' There was a sterile and clean corridor with a second door. 'Dangerous DAI LLEWELLYN WARD: SERIOUS BITES.

There was a card he read in the brass holder handwritten.
Healer-in-Charge: Hippocrates Smethwyck Trainee Healer: Augustus Pye." They entered, and Leo gulped at the sight.

It was small and dingy, glowing crystal bubbles horded together in the middle of the ceiling. A sole window laid opposite the door as they filed in.

There were three residents. One Leo assumed was bitten by a werewolf, A witch that looked miserable but seemed unwilling to admit what had bitten her and none other than.

Arthur Weasley! Leo tried not to gawk at the pale face of the Weasley patriarch. That snake's venom had clearly done a number on the wizard.

When the wizard was fully healed, Leo would plunge into that clearly fuckable arse. The thought was appealing to make a whore of this muggle lover, but all of it would have to wait.

He needed to get better first. Leo had to wonder who would be more satisfying? Ron finally brought to heel or his father?

It was something to think about, if nothing else. Though now that he thought about it. Leo looked at Ron,

A broken Ron at his feet was a fascinating notion indeed! Leo had to wonder if it could be his! After all,

What had Dumbledore taken for the task guarded by merfolk? His best mate, Ronald Weasley.

What use could he be? Hermione didn't need him, certainly. Now he had to wonder if that was why being the third wheel pissed him off so much.

Cause Ron was his.

He had much to think about. Owning the Weasleys wasn't a bad idea... and he did like that coppery red hair. Very much like his mothers... Hmmm

"Our family has been blessed ever since you have been with us."

Leo winced as he looked at Arthur bandaged and wrapped.

"I've tried my best, Sir." Leo bade simply, knowing that Arthur owed him; the thought was delicious.

"I owe you my life." Arthur Weasley whispered.

That recovered arse was his to make a gaping cum drolling mess, and Leo had every intention of collecting.

Ron snidely muttered to himself, and Leo turned.

"Speak up, Ron; you clearly wanted to say something." Leo challenged." Well come on then!"

Molly, however, had none of it, and shrilly shouted.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley!"

"Uh... Harry Potter?" Came a hesitant voice.

Awkward Silence replaced the anger in the room.

He turned his attention to the door. There was a Healer's assistant.

He blinked and looked at the Weasleys for a moment.

"Yes?" Asked Leo with implacable deception.

He asked as he hesitantly as he followed the intern out of the corridor.

"Lucius Malfoy wishes to speak to you." Leo's brow raised as the intern momentarily stopped.

"Oh? He does, does he?" Leo asked neutrally. He had bound Lucius.

"Draco has finally woken up."

"Ah." Leo said softly. "Lead the way."

Through a lift , Leo followed the healer's assistant.

Level Four- Long-Term Residency

They continued forward until they reached another corridor.

Janus Thickey Ward

The lime green-dressed assistant nodded and scurried off.

"Harry Potter." Hissed a tired Lucius Malfoy, and Leo's brows raised; he expected incompetence, but this was something new. What kind of servant did not recognize their liege lord and Master?!

Did his natural hair really impede that much or was it that people even wizards rarely truly looked at another? Leo wondered, amused.

"Lucius," He replied neutrally; the bags beneath his eyes clearly showed the man hadn't slept well.

Leo would fix that. One did not let their help run themselves ragged.

"You don't look so good." Leo continued, and Lucius looked like he was sucking on lemons.

"My son has awoken and has requested you." The Malfoy patriarch grumbled, clearly displeased.

They awkwardly made their way to a private and clearly heavily warded door.

"What's going on? Why have you called me?" Leo asked softly as Lucius opened the door.

"You very well know! The Boy, Who Lived!" The elder Malfoy grumped

Leo looked innocently as Harry would have done.

His emerald eyes blinked.

"Is it because he was attacked." The elder Malfoy looked at him bemused.

"Why not air everything in the open Mr. Potter." The venomous acid was slightly less burning than a dragon's maw.

"Uh... Sorry?" Harry closed the door behind him, and the wards snapped shut like a bear trap.

"What do you know of Sanguinoir Excise?" Lucius rasped

Leo blinked, "Just what Remus told me. Black blood excision?" He questioned; he detested using the visage of a dead boy, but it proved useful.

"They might have taken my wife but they won't take my son!" A tear slid down Lucius's face.

Granted, Leo more than likely did it, but he'd hidden his memories cause Snape couldn't be trusted nor Dumbledore.

"Please... Protect my son." Shock raced over his face, honestly.

Leo chuckled nervously, "I can barely protect myself."

"Lucius, in case you haven't noticed, I have both the ministry and the dark lord after me. And I'm getting convinced it'll be the ministry that does me in."

"You weren't there, Lucius! I fought him. I fought him with everything I had!" Leo's voice quivered.

"You survived." Lucius noted, a note of desperation in his voice visible, and Leo blinked.

"It probably ended in a draw!" Leo blinked uncertainly. "Probably."

"Had you lost we wouldn't be having this conversation." Lucius retorted, and for once...

Leo had no answer, for he had no knowledge of what transpired that night in those critical moments.

There was the sound of galleons, and Leo was utterly off balance as he spied a glint of gold.

How dare you. His thoughts raced, and he rasped harshly.

"I don't need your money." Leo was aghast that Lucius tried to bribe the boy who lived. Such FUCKING temerity.

Lucius would absolutely be punished for this, and he would make sure it hurt.

Rain slid from Malfoy's cheeks. "Please."

"Please. He's just a boy. He's my boy."

Leo was about to curse the elder Malfoy. His hand slid to the new dragon skin wand holster to really get the audacious man...

"For as long as I remain at Hogwarts." Harry said; Leo's eyes widened; he didn't... He didn't understand.

His voice, but the words were not his own.

"You heard me Lucius Malfoy. I will protect him, for I am the boy who lived." Harry proudly proclaimed.

Malfoy's eyes widened as Leo shook himself and sneered.

"Do not ask anything of me again Mr. Malfoy."

Leo grimaced as he entered the private room of his fallen rival, whom he had enlightened with muggle dueling.

"Wait! Mr. Potter, my son-" The door locked when Leo crossed the threshold.

Leo's emerald eyes was assaulted by the sheer amount of wizarding light, From the glowing crystals to candles.

"Whats the matter afraid of the dark?" Leo teased.

He stopped for Draco Malfoy was sound asleep, Leo could admit he looked kinda cute asleep.

Leo hesitated as confusion ran rampant through their mind.

"Kreacher." He whispered. Thankfully, there was a familiar crack, and his house elf appeared smilingly.

Leo petted the top of that wizened head for a moment. If only more of his servants were so capable. Leo lamented mentally with a sigh.

"Kreacher, be a dear and inform Lucius to be expecting a visit. We have much to discuss and his promotion. Please and thanks."

Kreacher looked up at him and nodded before he vanished. He... He didn't feel like himself.

He leaned against the warded door and rubbed his temples. What was happening to him?

Promising to protect Draco of all things? What on earth had he been thinking? Still...

He needed to get out of here. He clasped the door; he heard Draco begin to wake.

He unfurled his invisibility cloak and threw it around himself as the door allowed him to leave, and he fled.

Leo wandered, avoiding any possible contact as he thought through what had just transpired.

He wandered into the Janus Thickney Ward- Treatment For Spell Damage

He just rode out the confusion until his brain could untangle... whatever that had been.

Leo froze; the smell of semen made his head turn. An adult wizard clutched his chest while a deeply unimpressed mature witch in lime green escorted him to a private room.

Curiosity got the best of Leo. Her wispy white hair peaked out from beneath her lime-green hat.

"What did you do this time?" She stated bemused.

"Last time was an inappropriate charm misapplied and you nearly lost your.-"

"I told you I accidentally coughed while casting it." The man retorted proudly, unashamed. Leo followed them, gripped by morbid curio.

"Traumatizing the cleaners is not an achievement. A whole room full of semen. Poor thing asked to be oblivated afterwards" This had happened before. Leo wondered tranfixed he was clearly witnessing a tired old conversation between a frequent guest and a tired old healer.

The knots of confusion gave way to fascination as he followed them to a private room.

The wizard was hunched over and kept hands over his nipples.

"Nothing you can do can surpise me. I have seen it all now I'm going to vanish your shirt" The unamused medi-witch stated and flicked her wand.

The man shuddered for a moment as his eyes fluttered.

"Healer, give a man some warning." He breathed deeply as, his voice roughened and relaxed as he ejaculated from his chest.

Leo's eyes widened in abject fascination. The man was a genius or quite mad, and Leo was in the middle on it. Perhaps brillantly mad.

She blinked. "You transfigured your nipples into more pricks?" Her shoulders slumped.

"No, I transfigured one nipple into an extra prick...And then the other." He responded smugly for a moment before he mumbled, "They haven't worn off in days."

She took a defeated deep breath, "You miscast an inappropriate charm. Then decided to double down with self-transfiguration?! She rasped.

He blinked, "Well when you say it like that it sounds kinda daft."

"Kinda?" Incredulity flowed freely as the look of utter disbelief was firmly fixed on her face.

"What transfiguation spell did you use." She muttered in a manner like a disproving nanny. Leo supposed she had a point with this often visitor.

The wizard swished his wand with a wiggling twirl and even Leo knew that Transfiguration required precise movements.

"Phallifors"

Leo was glad he had the common sense to be well away from the vague direction of the wand.

"Reparifarge!" The medical witch wand movements were precise as she pointed at the pricked chest of the man.

Leo blinked in amazement as the untransfiguration spell should have worked.

"Hmm." She muttered.

"Reparifors." She blinked,

"Finite!"

"Finite Incantatem!"

"Congratulations, it seems you managed to either mis-transfigure or" She sighed loudly.

"Let me get a second opinion. Please wait here."

She flicked her wand and scurried out. Leo hurried after her, not wanting to get locked in. Passing others and a corridor or two.

Leo hurried back into a general area where he could take off his cloak and rejoin the Weasleys.

He passed a bed and froze as he read the name.

The name was a mournful face and sallow-skinned laid back on the bed frame.

Broderick Bode

The man that could put the elder malfoy in prison. Leo touched his new dragonskin wand holster.

The loss of a servant was a blow in of itself, though it enabled him to cast down that wretched being too dumb to die.

He would not lose another so soon. Leo cast his killing curse emerald eyes around.

Though he could break into Azkaban again, Leo preferred to nip the problem at the root before it became a problem.

Leo cautiously went to the side for an easy out. When an elderly wizard with an ear trumpet ambled into the room.

Leo blinked before realizing he was still hidden behind his cloak. He gripped his wand. The swallow skinned wizard all but forgotten.

Sirius and Remus Lupin made their way to Arthur Weasley's room at Saint Mungos.

"Ronald Bilius Weasley!"

The outraged voice might as well come from a Howler. It was Molly in a tirade.

"What he do this time?"

Lupin asked softly as he clasped the door handle. Sirius, though, felt the pit in his stomach drop.

"Something's wrong." Sirius informed Remus, and his afflicted wizard's scarred face paled as the door swung wide open

There was the Weasley's and the angry shouting ceased. Ron looked sheepishly, and his parents looked both furious and worried.

"Where is Harry?" Remus asked anxiously before anyone could respond suddenly.

St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries was rocked, its walls shaking from the unmistakable sound of an explosion.

The sound of screaming as alarms went off.

"Harry!"

Sirius cried and ran towards only to be outpaced by a terrified Remus Lupin. The screams of pain echo before the sirens drowned them as wizards and witches scurry about in the uproar.
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