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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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Harry listened with rapt attention this store was just a front.
A way to clean dirty money.
Money laundering.
The practiced deception was horrible to hear. Harry grit his teeth and made himself listen. How casually these people ruined lives.
Just like they had ruined his.
Well. No more.
Everything was going well until the younger employee got a little too greedy. This was much bigger than him. This was an massive operation scaling the entire island of the United Kingdom.
They destroyed the camera and all the evidence in the manager’s office. Harry watched as months of paper records were consumed along with the tapes of the surveillance cameras.
Watched as all those accounts were lost in the flames.
Harry left and found the nearest phone booth. Harry dialed the emergency number and watched as the store went up in flames.
The operator answered.
Harry reported the fire and swiftly hung up, He picked up the silver briefcase. He wondered how many galleons those high bank notes were worth.
He had thrown the bags of white powder into the nearest bin. He didn’t need such poison.
The employees were outside the building they would be safe at least until the police arrived.
He felt terrible about the younger one. He had let his temper get the best of him.
However, that man was responsible for him accidentally killing someone.
He felt lips on the back of his neck and arms envelop him.
“I can’t wait for tomorrow.” Junior whispered. Harry resisted the urge to curse him. At least not in public. He had to be squeaky clean, so ministry didn’t ruin his plan to live happily with Sirius.
“I’ve never.” Harry began as the sirens grew close.
“Am I not a capable teacher?” Barty pouted. Wrapping an arm around Harry as a best mate or a lover.
“It will be memorable. The charms are surprisingly easy.” Barty whispered one of them in his ear.
“Eluo”
“Is the first. Tomorrow I’ll meet you at the public restroom. Don’t be late” Barty smiled.
“Or there will be consequences.” Harry didn’t like the sound of that.
“Wouldn’t miss it. Here” Harry handed over the briefcase. They their way to the nearest apparition and with a loud crack they departed.
Harry returned to Dursleys. To his voluntary imprisonment. He ate with them, showered and went to be without a single word.

Harry had managed to sleep.
Barely.
If only that man hadn’t been a greedy git.
None of that should have happened.
He wasn’t really worthy of the name Harry Potter. However, getting the man who washed dirty money to spill those dirty secrets.
That had presented him with another possibility. A rather interesting one. Why be the Boy Who Lived? The Savior Of The Wizarding World? When he could be someone else.
Just another person on the street not plagued by fame that had cost him his family. Hadn’t he suffered enough? What nettled him the most though. Was what Junior stated so casually.
That Dumbledore wanted a weapon. Was it truly what Dumbledore thought of him? What if he was just a tool?
It was a thought that haunted him. Even if he denied it
Harry shivered as he laid on his bed.
It was uncharacteristically chilly. Harry organized his thoughts before he retrieved his glasses and put on a red shirt with trousers. He tied his shoes and got ready.
He ate with the Dursleys. He did the dishes and took out the bin. Harry gladly finished his chores.
Harry got his coat and trudged off past the park and the underpass and he made his way to the public restroom. He looked around.
This uncharacteristic cold was strange. If it kept up. It would be snowing when he returned to Hogwarts. A frozen Halloween would be something he never witnessed before.
Harry hesitantly looked around the public restroom. The stalls where all unoccupied. There in the back of those metal stalls was a full bathroom completely private and Harry noticed the door was a jar. He hesitantly made his way over and opened it.
There was nothing in there.
No. Harry noticed the silver glinting just behind the toilet.
Was the silver briefcase. Glinting innocuously.
Harry didn’t hear anyone else coming.
Now that he knew Barty Jr. Could cast portkeys. Harry took a deep breath. Prepared himself and clutched the handle.
He was whisked away.

Harry landed on his feet this time. Now that he knew what to expect. His wand already in his hand.
“What if I had been a muggle Junior?”
Harry’s emerald gaze looked cautiously around. It was a remarkable improvement over that basement.
It looked cozy, lots of red and the like. The bed was impressively massive, and he touched the sheet and shivered.
The thread count was higher than anything he encountered before. Much better than his threadbare hand me downs.
There was a plain undecorated brown covered parchment. Harry looked around and Junior was nowhere to be found.
Harry shrugged it was Barty’s loss not his. He picked up the wizard magazine.
A title showed up on the cover.
Bumping Broomsticks
“Huh”
He opened the magazine and there were naught but men in moving pictures. In tantalizing poses. In various states of undress or even in underthings that made them more than naked.
Netlike material that hid nothing. Spiderweb like. Leather straps, Lithe chains and so much more.
The men were handsome and quite eager to bare themselves. Spreading their buttocks and presenting their arses.
Harry was engrossed with turning the parchment pages.
At the very back there was a familiar face. That handsome face with gray eyes. That dark hair had grown longer. He was well built and burly. Naked and kneeling. As he should have been. Cedric’s knob was smaller than Harry thought.
Harry chuckled.
Cedric was a brilliant wizard being reduced to this.
The Ministry Of Magic must have done quite the number on his reputation.
He wondered what Cedric would do to those who viciously attacked his pride and reputation… Cedric was after all honorable.
Cedric must be desperate indeed to be reduced to this.
Harry could only imagine what they were doing to his own reputation and he wasn’t the primary witness to Voldermort’s return. Probably let Rita have free reign he’d imagine.
According to Rita, Harry was a reckless glory hound desperately seeking the spotlight at all costs. She couldn’t ‘be further from the truth if she tried.
Oh yes wanting to be in the spotlight was really. Young wizard minding his own business gets accosted by a dark lord who doesn’t know when to quit.
Whose fame came from something he had no control over and again a dark lord who couldn’t let it go that Harry bested him. As a baby in a crib, his first year at hogwarts and his second year at least.
And the graveyard incident which he didn’t remember but somehow survived. Had Harry really brought him back?
Harry wondered.
The only thing he did remember of that night was blasting that rat faced traitor straight into the afterlife with the Killing Curse. An imperius curse had been placed upon him and… that was it.
Harry’s musing was cut off with a loud crack. Harry sat down the wizard magazine. He’d keep that Bumping Broomsticks. Someone apparated.
Harry trained his wand on the newcomer. Harry didn’t recognize him. Blond hair, green eyes.
It took him a moment, but it wasn’t for that fanatical look. Barty Jr looked at him with a level of devotion that made him uneasy.
Harry wouldn’t have known it was Barty Jr if it hadn’t been that look.
“My lord, I took inspiration from those muggles. Look upon what wizards can do!”
Barty pulled off his shirt and upon his chest was a massive dark mark. The snake coiled and moved of it own accord as it darted below his trousers and ducked beyond sight.. The skull it issued from a grinning skull.
Depictions of the dark arts covered his frame. Incantations swam across his naked chest.
Barty wore that proud prisoner look much better than those muggle robbers. After all, He escaped Azkaban.
He dropped his trousers and turned around. It covered his entire back.
The image captivated him. A fearsome snarling black lion.
“Are you happy with me, My Lord?”
Harry was speechless and nodded. Harry recovered ungracefully and he blushed for a moment.
“Claim your prize” Harry couldn’t believe he said that. He couldn’t believe he said it so calmly.
Barty Jr. chuckled.
“Ever the Gryffindor.”
Barty had placed his arms on Harry’s shoulders and kissed him. Like a charge the moment their lips touched.
Harry was ready. Blood rushed south and made it painful. Barty Jr. helped him removed his red shirt and his Junior’s hand kneaded his arse.
Junior thrust down his trousers and wasted no time in getting him unclothed. The kisses were as butterbeer and far more potent.
Junior hefted him up suddenly. Harry gasped and wrapped his legs around him. Barty’s stride took them to the bathroom.
The bruising kisses continued and then Barty reluctantly broke off the intimacy by planting him on the loo. The lid had already been righted.
“You first time must be perfect. My lord.” Barty Jr. aimed his wand at Harry’s just below Harry’s navel.
“This is the most uncomfortable part.”
“Eluo!”
“The cleansing charm is quite simple. It’s the holding it in part that’s quite messy. My lord, count to twenty and release.”
Harry heard and ominous gurgle as it seemed his guts began to twitch. 1.2.3.4.5
“This is also why the Vanishing Charm is important.”
The moment Harry hit ten he felt his insides squirm and wringle and he almost lost his concentration. 17.18.19.20
Harry couldn’t hold it anymore and with complete embarrassment that ended his intimacy. Things flooded out of him.
Harry shivered and was covered in a cold sweat. He flushed. There was nothing arousing in voiding waste.
Harry flushed thoroughly uninterested in intimacy. A verbal scouring charm washed over him and made him shiver.
He hopped to his feet only for Barty Jr. To ambush him anew those intoxicating kisses primed him again and Barty carried him to the bed.
“This is my favorite part.”
Barty laid him on those wonderful sheets that made him shiver. He left a trail of kisses down Harry’s body.
He hefted up Harry’s legs and Harry gasped as someone kissed something incredibly sensitive. The sensations made him shiver from the sensitivity. To feel another’s breath and then.
Junior quite literally worshipped him with his mouth. It was euphoric.
It was like Barty Jr. was trying to drive him insane. Harry cried out as he came.
“You must be sensitive.” Junior remarked with fascination.
“Now we prepare.”
“The Lubrication charm can be used for mischief Harry, but this usage is much more rewarding.”
“Lubrico”
Harry felt his hind quarters get cold and slippery.
Barty looked at him hungrily.
“Now, My lord I take my prize.”
Harry felt him prod at his virgin gate. An intruder’s lance sank its self-true.
And with a moan, or at least a groan
Barty claimed his due.
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