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Tarnished Lion	By : InvidiaRed Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 58808 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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 clenched as he felt the arms enwrap him. He relaxed; his rabbity friend hadn't forgotten him after all!

"Theodore Nott!" He felt those long and lanky arms around him. He was Needed!

Required by this dark wizard. "Ah." Leo stroked those enfolding arms lightly. "You missed me?" Leo couldn't help but smile as Theodore Nott stiffened and pressed against him.

"Master!" Theodore whispered. "I need you." Leo felt a little ashamed for having been so thoughtless of neglecting what was his.

Did not Theodore use the killing curse? "I promised." His rabbity friend begged so softly.

"I promised to help you. It burns." Leo shrugged; Theodore Nott did beg so sweetly!

"Sit on the Loo!" Leo gestured, and Theodore rushed past him and sat eagerly. Staring up at him with wanted, with NEED.

Theodore's eyes gazed at his crotch. Gazed at him with desperate hunger.

"I do need to-," Theodore interrupted him by suddenly pressing his face directly into his crotch and breathing. Rubbing his face snugly into his trousers.

Leo covered his mouth his amusement. To stifle a chuckle. Leo looked back to ensure the door was firmly locked. With his thumb, he popped the button.

His burgeoning member flopped out and smacked Theodore wetly on the face. The heady smell of musky sex filled the air. His growing cock throbbed as Theodore nuzzled it.

"Ah." Leo gasped as Theodore had already kissed his weeping member's tip before wrapping his lips around him.

Let it not be said Theodore wasn't eager! The smile vibrated in his voice as Theodore suckled, and his fingers coaxed his apple-sized testicles.

"I do have to use the-" Theodore's face pressed firmly against his pubes.

"Alright." Leo nodded as he grabbed Theodore's head and felt his crowned tip lay at Theodore's throat. "Last chance." Leo warned

Theodore wasn't budging. Leo sighed and let loose. He felt his bladder loosen, the urine passing through his penis.

Theodore swallowed. Leo blinked as he looked down in abject fascination as he felt Theodore's throat swallow in content depravity.

Who was he to deny his urinal? If Theodore wanted to be his loo. The Dark Lord had no reason to object to his follower's perversion!

The obscenity of listening to that eager swallowing as though it was pumpkin juice! Leo did not, not hate it. The greedy suckling and depraved swallowing echoed in the cramped loo.

His stream trickled to a close, His cock in its eager suckling sheath! "Ah." The dark lord tilted his head back and sighed.

"Oh, Theodore!" The dark lord smiled as his turgid member coursed mightily with the blackened veins. Leo gripped that rabbity face and pulled back.

He thrust back in. Tension slowly drained out of him at the unexpected relief.

His sheath shuddered as that tongue flicked against his cock; slowly, Leo set a pace, The moist shocking! The gasping as Theodore breathed and rasped as he pulled out of that and Leo rammed back in!

That decadent throat was so inviting! Schluck! Schluck! Came that decadent sound of sweet surrender.

The Dark lion took his sheath. His chest went sodden as he stifled his moan. That depraved throat swallowed.

Leo could feel himself pouring into his vessel. "Ah." Leo scratched his head as the last dregs spilled from his tip.

"Take your time. Theodore."
He rumbled as he cleaned his shirt and tucked himself back in.

The last bits of black slid down that depraved but welcome throat. Theodore's eyes widened.

He blinked and sank content. "I feel you master. I obey." He breathlessly bade.

Leo smiled. "I'm next to the loo if you want to sit with me. Theodore blinked as he came out of his momentary stupor. "Yes!"

Leo let him out as he closed the door. He chuckled to himself as he tapped his middle with his wand.

He used the cleansing charm and counted to prepare himself.

  Leo closed the loo door behind himself before he slipped into his chosen compartment.

There was Theodore Nott. His rabbity sheathe shifted in his seat. Leo closed the compartment door. He stared through its glass for a moment.

He flicked his wand and placed the imperturbable charm upon it. Outside sounds vanished as he grabbed the privacy screen and drew it taut. He didn't particularly want to speak to anyone else.

Leo enjoyed the silence for a moment.

"Are you upset with me?" Leo asked his favorite sheathe. He looked at Theodore expectantly.

"No." Theodore stated but his gaze did not meet his own and Leo almost frowned.

Leo got up and sat on Theodore's lap.

"I think you're lying." Leo challenged nonchalantly. Distantly, he should check on his weakest members. He thought softly.

"It hurt, Master. It Hurt." Theodore admitted. "I couldn't feel you anymore."

"I'm here now." Leo chuckled.

"Have I not done enough?" Leo smirked. "Is not your father safe?"

Theodore swallowed and nodded.

Leo got up. "My plan does require me to go quiet Theodore." Leo stated.

"What is your plan?" Theodore asked. "For now, Theodore I need to lay low. Like a demiguise. Unseen. Whatever, the ministry and Umbridge have in mind will have to happen before term ends!"

"Do you want me to keep on eye on her?" Theodore Nott asked, as a focused gaze landed right on Leo. "I would like that if that's not too much trouble! Merlin knows what they could be up to! Any forewarning would be appreciated!"

"Do you know the disillusionment charm?" Theodore asked suddenly. "There are many variations."

"I do have a cloak." Theodore however shook his head. "What if it is taken from you?" Leo nodded.

"I see your point."

Theodore Nott smiled in delight. "I can show you."

"Hm... Okay. Show me the disillusionment charm."

Theodore sat proudly straight.

"You can be dismissed as nothing more than a trick of light! However, scrutiny will beat the charm!" Theodore stammered, Leo felt his blood flow southward.

"Practice this wand movement. "This version works better nonverbally!"

Leo watched as Theodore twirled his wand about himself in a manner like wrapping a twine of thread about himself.

"Invisiblus!" Leo watched as the charm effect took hold, and Theodore uncannily took on the the texture and colors of the compartment around him. As though he'd become a chameleon.

"Finite!"  Theodore lost his newfound chameleon camouflage. His outline returned as he returned to complete visibility.

He twirled his wand again. Theodore vanished. It was much better than the camouflage provided by the spoken incantation.

Leo focused even with the daylight streaming in from the window. There was a depression in the seat where Theodore sat.

"Finite Incantatem!" Theodore cried out as Leo's counterspell removed. His disillusionment charm unspooling and dissolving as though it had never been.

"My turn. I suppose my dear sweet Theodore!" Leo smiled for a moment,

"Descendo!"  Theodore's breath hitched as both their trousers shot to the floor. His cock suddenly free.

The lubrication charm washed over its magnificence as Leo replaced his wand into its holster and leaned back.

Leo said nothing as he lounged.

"Come now, Don't be shy," Leo gestured; Theodore cautiously looked down at his eager throbbing cock.

"What kind of wizard doesn't know how to polish his own wand?" Theo wordlessly took hold of it.

"Take it slow. My dear Theodore. I want a show." Leo commanded; he felt his breath hitch. His voice deepened.

A lord deserved no less than the best from his thrall no?

The Great Hall was in full swing as the back-to-school feast was in full swing. Leo sat at the edge of the Gryffindor table as he grit his teeth. Swiftly, he was growing tired of that pitiless sun. It scourged him; he felt it as the oncoming of a sunburn.

Yet, Something felt different. Something felt off. Leo couldn't quite put his finger on. What was he planning? Leo wondered as he kept his gaze away from those who could do Legilimency.

Muggles were right in this particular instance. It was a simplification but mind reading was correct and he did not wish any to read his thoughts.

He ignored Hermione and that despicable traitor Ronald. Where were the aurors? The hit wizards. Umbridge's little pets!

What was she doing? Leo idly wondered for a moment. He knew her plan, That fat pink spider thinking she could legislate herself to power. To chain them all with her endless rules.

It was... Not a good plan. Leo could feel that dark witch in pink and the worst part of all. For all that ambition, for all that planning. She committed the ultimate sin.

She was weak. A petty witch with dreams that far exceeded her reach. That government would give her the power she had no hope of grasping on her own was laughable.

It was Pathetic. Her abilities mediocre at best!

Even as a dark witch, Umbridge was unforgivably lacking. He'd seen no sign, no whisper of her power.

The only dark wizard here. The Only Dark Lord here was him and him alone.

He did not share power! What was her angle? It had to happen before end of term! That much Leo knew, that much for sure.

If he wanted to know... He was going to have to take a peek in her surely diseased mind. That delusion was sure to be spectacular.

Leo knew without doubt that he could take Umbridge in a straight duel. A bureaucrat versus a wizard who had to defend himself for over four years.

If it ever came to that, it would surely be a disappointing confrontation. He would end her for all that she had done. It was the least he could do for Hogwarts.

Umbridge didn't have long. If the trend of a new defense against the dark arts held true every year,

She would have to play her hand and soon. She wasn't a threat to him in any case.

Leo put her out of mind. He turned his attention to the star that scourged him. The sun that would burn him if he found out the truth.

Dumbledore. Leo pursed his lips as he pondered.

Such a schemer rarely could be outplayed. Leo did his best to avoid that crafty gaze.

What was going on in the head of that old geezer? What was he planning?
Harry's death and or downfall, perhaps? Well, Leo wasn't going to let that happen.

Harry deserved to be remembered fondly. Of that, Leo resolutely would ensure that nothing and no one would be allowed to transgress that.

He let the words wash over him, the welcome back speech. Even here at the very end of the table. He could feel her beady, toad eyes on him.

She reminded him of that sickeningly pink medication Vernon picked up from Tesco.

Pepto... Pepto Bismol. She certainly had plans about him in that poisoned honey smile.

"Ugh." That the toad lady dared to look at him was almost too much to bear.

He would avoid her detention. He would be the one to decide when to engage, not her.

With the weather returning back to normal and the aurors gone... At least for now.

It meant only one thing. Completing his transformation into an animagus. that was far more important.

It was time to progress it and let it soak up the moonlight till a thunderstorm. There was only one place.

One place that he could hide his potion in peace away from prying wizards, and that could only be in one place, far from Hogwarts castle.

The Forbidden Forest. That was where he should concentrate his effort at the moment.

Could a dark lord gain an animal form? Or would it be Something else? Who knew!

Everyone started getting up as they were dismissed, and Leo's brow raised in momentary confusion. He'd missed the inane prattling, and even Dumbledore seemed different somehow.

He cursed under his breath as he returned to Gryffindor Tower and the others. How had he missed the speeches?

  Moonlight trickled in from the clouds. It was time, and Leo carefully extracted himself from his privacy wards and his bed. The kiss of the night air made him shiver for a moment. As he drew his curtain's taunt. His pillows arranged to look like he was there.

Thankfully, Ron and Hermione were doing their perfect rounds. He'd change it up before Hermione attempted to limit his movement. He'd prefer not to have to deal with her.

Though he had the uncomfortable feeling in his gut. He pushed it down as he pulled on his jumper and made his egress.

The disillusionment charm settled quickly over him, and he was grateful for Theodore's aid. He refused to think of him lest the blood rampage southward.

He made his way and found the entrance to the tower wouldn't budge. Now, who would do such a stupid thing? His Galleons was on Hermione.

He twirled his wand and smiled. He wondered how well Hermione's spellwork had improved.

"Finite." His countercharm smashed into whatever spell barred his way. It was likely. She'd discover it, no doubt.

Whatever spell was laid held firm against his counterspell for a moment. There was an audible sigh as the door swung wide, and Leo was gone. Grateful to be unseen as the Fat Lady called out, but she was already gone.

Leo recognized that he had to be more careful. He could not do this too often as he slinked through the corridors. It was not much of an effort to bypass the various patrols as he exited the castle.

He stilled for a moment. He missed Hagrid. As he spied the darken groundkeeper hut.

Gone was the oversized pumpkins. The grass beneath his feet crunched as the last still remainder of winter succumbed to the rebirth of spring. Leo spied through those cottage windows.

He could admit that he missed that half-giant. There was a nebulous affection there. A word he could not describe.

He swayed for a moment. Hagrid had seemed so... Big.

If anything happened to Hagrid. He would be MOST displeased. Leo frowned and promised. As he stared into that darkened cottage. Where was Fang?Leo wondered for a moment. That giant boarhound with black fur had rendered his robes sodden whenever he laid that big head on his lap.

The groundkeeper had always been kind to him and was the one to rescue him from that dreary, muggle world.

Leo stilled, and for a moment, he hoped that any moment the fireplace would ignite and he'd see that familiar friendly shape.

The ground's keeper cottage remained silent and still. Leo let out a loud, disappointed sigh.

He stood straight up.

... He wanted to see Hagrid again.

"He's not here." Leo whispered as he slinked into the tree line beyond the gaze of any castle gazer too curious for their own good.

Only then did he let the disillusionment charm fade and cease.

Leo turned and looked about as the moon shone, blocked by clouds that lazily drifted.

"Lumos"

Leo strode into the forbidden forest.

Wandlight illuminated the thick trees and tripping roots that would snag the unwary, and Leo's only company was the sound of his footsteps. The animus potion required a place far from people, where wizards or muggles would not go.

And to stew in the moonlight for an entire month and wait for a thunderstorm.

He was at an impasse as he avoided the trails. Wizards and more trod through the forest.

There was such a place, not the shrieking shack; no, that place was far too known now and would spoil the potion.

As the moon began to descend. He found it.

Found the spot where Harry's patronous was first revealed by the lake. What a ridiculous charm. A guardian of the self?

Leo would not be devoured by worms. He was a dark lord. He did not require such frivolity. Harry needed it; Leo was under no such delusion.

It was a ridiculously sentimental place. A place where Harry's strength first revealed itself.

It would be a place Hermione would check on in time. She was there with him then. She would check here without doubt!

Still... Leo lowered his wand for a bit, and the wandlight dimmed.

He took in the beauty of this hidden place. It was beautiful in its way.

Was it a place he could entrust his potion? Witches and wizards would undoubtedly come here; indeed, they weren't the only ones to come across this secret place.

That wasn't good enough.

Leo spied the trees nearby.

How many wizards, though, would ever travel amid the trees? Not many is any his reckoning.

He took in the sight for a moment. He spied a brilliantly tall tree far not far from this secret retreat. "Nox." The wandlight ceased as he put his wand into his sheath.

He deftly procured the crystal vial already loaded with the other contents of the potion as he carefully opened his mouth and removed that wax-coated shrunken leaf.

Could a Lord even be an animagus? Leo wondered. He did not presume to know Lords were scarce with one or two offhand mentions.

He'd need to research that more. If there was any lore or research, it would be within the library.

He added the leaf and stopped the vial tightly. "Freedom." Leo spat the wax to be lost amid roots of this great tree.

Leo grit his teeth as the pain was the least pleasant part of being a dark lord.

The lightless black coiled and surged. Leo was the one in control. He was not ruled by this power! The facade that he was just a wizard torn asunder by the sudden animation of his shadow.

The night dark about him writhed to horrid sinuous tendrils. The sounds of the forest died.

This was a primal wild place, but even the forest knew. It was not safe to be heard, not safe to be seen.

He focused as the magical creatures decided to suspend the endless survival dance for unmoving quietude.

The coiling blackness wrapped around him and connected to the great tree slowly.

Leo rose into the branches, his prize clutched protectively in his offhand. The tentacular dark carried him as he looked for the perfect perch. He drew his wand.

He found it a perfect perch. A wondrous little space in the confusing jumble of branches that was just big enough to place his potion. Where it could bathe in the moonlight undisturbed!

He applied a sticking charm first and then stuck his soon-to-be potion there. Secured steadfast. Tenderly, he gently tapped his vial and watched as the disillusionment charm rendered it beyond sight!

Leo sighed, content for a moment as the blackness carried him down.

He stepped away from the tree and took the time to memorize where this tree was.

He would be back periodically.

In the distance, he heard hooves, so as quick as he dared, he reapplied the disillusionment charm to him, ducked behind a tree, and hurried back to his home.

Back to Hogwarts!
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