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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 sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt before. The feeling of being entered. The sheer pleasure made him tremble.
Barty chuckled.
“Like that spot do you?” Harry didn’t have a chance to respond as he brushed that spot inside him again and again.
The world trembled and shifted and Harry sailed right off that cliff. He couldn’t handle this pleasure.
He-
There was the sound of a twitching body.
Pathetic. He expected more and yet even his lower expectations had been upset. Still, the failure of a servant had its uses.
“Crucio!”
To see that prim and proper gentleman twitching and contorting in agony. Brought a soft smile to his lips. If only for a moment. That long white-blond hair matted with blood and sweat.
Voldermort released the spell and conjured a thicker robe. He had no doubt that it would snow soon.
He stilled, there was a presence in his mind. Legilimens?
Voldermort smiled.

Harry breathed in suddenly as the world came into view. Everything felt different.
He took a deep breath and felt the warmth within his body. He felt it dripping out of him. He felt a cleaning charm wash over him as Barty Jr. Laid next to him a smile on his sleepily content face.
It would not be a frequent thing… Maybe.
Barty Jr. Wrapped an arm around him and Harry allowed it.
They laid like that for a long awhile.
“There is somewhere I want to show you. However, Its time to practice your vanishing and then-”
“Finite Immunda- Is a dark charm to curtail the effects of the Dark Arts. As is Finite Horribilis. We will practice them. Right after you practice the entering of minds." Barty chuckled.
“Now then.”
“You’ll start small.”
Harry groaned as the soreness made itself apparent.
Barty smiled.
“That muggle told us the location of the next place.” Junior smiled.
“Not quite yet,” Harry affirmed. Barty pouted for a moment.
The training was brutal and harry tasted crucio more than once during the training.
And Junior tasted it once in return.

Harry ached and the soreness was incredibly bitter. It fouled his mood but he was learning. He was progressing.
That was some good news. This endeavor with which to spend time should bear fruit. Harry wasn’t an idiot the tv programs upon the telly did have truth firmly out in the obvious.
Muggles were dangerous in ways that wizards just couldn’t match. The ability to destroy nations with a single button press.
Weapons that shot hundreds of bullets rapidly without needing to be reloaded. Explosives and the rest.
That was what Harry was going to be facing. By muggles far worse than Voldermort could even dream of being.
Harry was going to have to be careful or he’d end up dead.
He was going to have to plan it all carefully. Hermione might be the brightest witch of his age but that didn’t make him a dunce by any means.
He had annoyed the one at the top by taking out the store. Burning the records and being solely responsible for lost money.
Harry needed to hit harder. He didn’t want to annoy. He wanted to hurt the one at the top. That required planning.
That hidden king needed to fall and hit the ground like a seeker meeting a bludger head-on. It wasn’t enough to make the one behind it all lose money.
They needed to suffer. Long before they were allowed to die. Oh no, The killing curse was too good for the one at the top. Harry was going to make a checkmate as painful as he could make it. The muggle version of Malfoy no doubt.
Provoke a lion and you should expect to be ripped to shreds. To ruin the lives of so many others. And for what!? For a few pounds more?
Harry got up and clothed himself.
Ready for another day.
He ate with the Dursleys. In silence before he washed the dishes. Harry got lost in the task that it took him a moment to realize that Vernon was talking to him.
Vernon had asked him a question.
Harry turned his attention to the horridly normal muggle.
“What is you lot going to do about him?” Vernon asked harry heard the uncertainty, the fear just underneath.
Petunia looked up from her chair horrified that her husband had brought up such a thing. The Magic thing was forbidden here. To even talk about it was a huge no no.
Harry didn’t have to wonder about who him was. Voldermort, the one who murdered his parents. Probably was the result of what he said the day before.
That he cried out at night because the killer who murdered his parents was back.
Harry shrugged at this sudden breach into the magical world by a very staunch nonmagical person.
“Same as always, We’ll war as we did last time. While you content yourself with your normal life. People are going to die Vernon. Not just wizards and witches but muggles too.”
Harry was frank.
“If I’m lucky I won’t be one of them.”
Vernon balked.
“Why doesn’t your government do anything!”
Harry laughed darkly and it seemed that Petunia was about to faint.
“Oh yeah, Trust the government that refuses to believe us that’s rich. They think I’m a liar and a glory seeker. Vernon, I don’t think you realize. We’re on our own.”
“The wizarding government has refused to acknowledge his return and every day his power grows.”
Harry grimaced.
“I nearly didn’t walk away from the last encounter Vernon.”
The overwhelming anger broke free in his voice and Harry didn’t care.
“The only reason I’m here-“Harry chuckled bitter like medicine.
“I ran,” Harry admitted softly. Harry sounded crazed.
“Hey Dudley, your cousin is a coward who ran rather than stand still and die like a man.” Harry was morbidly cheerful.
“Don’t worry Vernon, This summer is my last summer here and you’ll never have to worry about the freak who was dropped on your doorstep. I won’t be your problem anymore.”
Harry wiped his hands dry. He picked up the bin bag and left the speechless Vernon. He dropped the full bin bag into its required spot and then he strode to the nearest rendezvous point.
It was time to train and soon. He’d hit that second place.
The bitter chill of the wind made him glad that he wore a jacket. The temperature seemed colder than the day before.
He made his way to the rendezvous point and there was Junior in a heavy jacket visibly shivering and with a quick lunge.
Barty Jr. Grabbed him and they apparated away.
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