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Tarnished Lion	By : InvidiaRed Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 56680 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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 days trickled by agonizingly slow.
Unbearably so.
He mastered the vanishing spell. No more vermin.
No more crucio for failing. Barty was looking at him closely.
One could almost begin to assume that Barty had some notion that he had the upper hand here. The more Harry thought about the more it pissed him off.
Perhaps, Barty Jr. Needed a… Reminder on who held the leash? On who was a dark lord?
Rendovouz point was close by the public bathroom. Harry checked his dark blue jacket as he picked up the silver briefcase from the public restroom.
The Portkey would activate momentarily as Harry hurried away from the public bathroom. He went around the back and made his way towards the bushes away from the seemingly normal life.
It was a rather apt in his opinion. Magic existed in this seemingly muggle world but all one needed to do was get behind the bushes away from the public eye.
And there it was.
Magic. Harry was surprised that muggles did their best to ignore the existence of their magical siblings and perhaps it was for the best considering.
The second world war and all. To say nothing of that muggle dark lord from Russia and the death of millions.
Harry stretched as he heard rustle in the bushes. A hand went to his wand in its holster. Not drawing it just yet.
Harry expected Dudley and was somewhat pleasantly surprised when it wasn’t. It was awkward standing behind the bushes.
Emerald eyes met those rather surprised brown ones. Harry just clutched the briefcase in his offhand and his hand just over his wand.
The older man was dressed for this harsh chill settling in.
They just stood there observing each other. The clearly man was clearly just as uncomfortable was he was.
“I’ve seen you frequent the public bathroom.” The man wasn’t threatening.
“Uh, you disappear so well.”
Harry laughed softly.
“Gotta keep some secrets.”
Harry replied as he relaxed.
The man fidgeted. Not daring to look Harry in the eyes.
“So, uh…” The man scratched the back of his head.
How much for your s-s-services?” The man flushed. Harry watched those cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“I’m waiting for someone.” Harry replied The man coughed and nodded as he turned to leave.
“I’ll tell you what. Tomorrow don’t be late.” Harry commanded the man froze for a minute and shivered. He nodded and he scurried from the bushes.
What on earth did I just agree to?
The Portkey trembled and Harry strode behind the tree and the portkey activated.
The nice warm room and the bed with the high thread count was an excellent place to warm up.
“A Hungarian Horntail on my chest would look pretty good.” Harry spoke. If Barty could have that mark then he could have that no problem right?
He had survived that dragon attack through his flying skills. Most importantly, Harry wasn’t dead yet so he had to be doing something right.
“I can change your appearance. The transfiguration however won’t last long.” Barty Jr. relished as he put on trousers.
“Muggle currency surprisingly has worth after all.” Harry rolled his emerald eyes. They did vastly outnumber wizards by magnitudes.
“Any suggestions?” Barty’s whimsically asked. Harry had to think for a moment.
“Give me red hair, People will just assume I’m a Weasley. If I cover my scar. We’ll be set.”
Barty mused.
“Horntail. How interesting.” Barty pulled on a heavy looking gray jumper. Before he threw closed the distance uncomfortably close and Harry found himself incredibly close. The layers of clothing didn’t seem to be barriers at all.
Barty needed correcting…
Probably. Harry did have to admit he knew how to use his mouth…
It did feel nice. Barty would suffer if he tried to manipulate him.
Harry decided. Barty spoke softly
“Let’s change the style of that hair a bit Hmm. Crinus Muto!” Barty picked up the briefcase.
There was a crack and they were gone.

The bitter chill made itself known. Barty remained pressed intimately close to him. Knockturn ally. Dark Arts was here. So enmeshed in this place. he couldn’t help but feel it pulse as he breathed it in. Harry’s jumper mitigated the horrid chill.
Harry tried to take a step back. The tantalizingly thick darkness here was strong. He should not have come here. The sinister place called to the parts of Harry tried to suppress.
He should not h-
Like a rising tide the dark arts of this darkened place embraced him.
He was meant to be here. He breathed it in and it felt wonderous.
Why had he tried to fight this feeling? It settled in him and Harry took a long breath and exhaled. His tension melted away.
Harry Potter felt wonderful.
Barty wrapped his arms around him. The silver briefcase smacked him in the arse.
“Let me introduce you to Markus Scarrs. He’ll fix you up as you wish. Barty kissed down Harry’s neck before whispering in his ear like a mischievous lover.
“Come on.” Barty joyously took his hand and Harry obliged. They passed huddled figures attempting to flee the cold. Harry’s warm clothing kept the chill away.
Some of the huddled masses looked at him. Harry’s grin was natural.
Dark creatures. Dark Wizards and Witches. Some gave looks of disgust but far more looked intrigued. As if he was a mystery that needed solving.
Some looked at him with longing. Barty laughed crazily.
“He’s mine. All mine.” Barty just shoved people aside and Harry felt eyes on him. So many eyes.
Harry exulted in the attention and to his immense sorrow.
There was the building they stopped at.
Markus Scarrs Indelible Tattoos The sign told with the black letters. The building almost looked forlorn and forsaken.
Barty opened the door and before Harry knew it. He had been dragged inside.

The door slammed shut behind him. Barty let his hand go and vanished behind a wall to go find somebody. The briefcase in hand.
As the curtains fell and cut Harry off from Knockturn Alley.
Harry studied the room. This shop. He could feel that the person who owned it was dark.
“Ah! A new customer-“The man stopped cold. He was a heavily tattooed man with graying hair and deeply stained teeth. The man’s gray eyes widened. Harry felt the darkness surge within him and flooded south making him so hard it hurt.
His inner thigh burned for a moment as though it was aflame.
He blinked as though it was the first time, he saw Harry.
“How can I serve you, My lord!”
The man seemed to have completely lost his mind.
“Ah. Yes! You gave a- Harry didn’t know what to call Barty? He wasn't anywhere near Hermione and Ron. He was a death eater.
A Death Eater! His mouth though...
“I have need of your skills” Harry stated as calmly as possible even as he put a hand on is wand. Just in case he needed to protect himself.
“Of course, Of course my lord. Right this way!” The man spoke excitedly and impatiently beckoned him with his hand to the backroom.
Harry followed and then was promptly unceremoniously thrown on a table.
“Where? My lord where?” The man asked. Harry slowly pulled off his blue jumper and lifted his shirt.
“My chest.” The graying man nodded madly.
“What do you want on your chest?”
“A Hungarian Horntail.”
“A dragon?!” The man shouted excitedly as he began to frantically look for his wand.
“Nasty piece of work those. Why, I heard one almost killed someone at that tournament at Hogwarts!” The man manically spat.
He opened a drawer and procured a wand.
“There you are!” The man spoke to his wand for a moment. Before his brown eyes looked at Harry uncomfortably intense.
“A seeker’s build nice. My lord, what was your name again?” The man pried.
Harry laughed.
“Leo”
Why not? He was afterall a Gryffindor. A fallen one but still a lion at heart.
“Leo, my tattoos are indelible.”
“Perfect!” Harry answered. The man advanced on him.
“Leo, It is quite simple. Close your eyes and envision what you want.”
Harry nodded he kept his hand on his wand. Harry closed his eyes and he saw that dragon terrible in its fury.
Black scales. Horrible tail spikes and fiery breath that had so nearly killed him. He remembered the moment just before he and the dragon fell off hogwart’s roof.
The moment he had summoned his firebolt during free fall.
Harry felt someone prod his chest and he opened his emerald eyes.
“Done!” The man excitedly proclaimed with a triumphant exhale.
Harry looked down. The man did not disappoint. He saw the tail spike of a Hungarian Horntail move of its own accord.
“Outstanding!” Harry exclaimed.
“My lord, Leo, Do you wish for more?” The man asked hopeful.
Harry took off his shirt before he laid upon the table.
“I’d like a black lion on my back. Please.” Harry stated.
“Yes, Quite fitting for one named Leo.” The man finished.
“A ferocious black lion!” The man examined his back for a moment.
The man jabbed him suddenly
“Here!” It felt weird for Harry. Not painful but strange. Almost like he was being written on.
“Done!” The man happily told him.
Harry sat up.
“Anything else, My Lord Leo?” Harry chuckled. He was again rock solid down there.
“There is something you can help me with.”
The man happily nodded.
“Unzip me.” The man balked at his statement as his brown eyes looked down and with the absence of any undergarment made it very apparent that Harry was hard.
“My lord-“ The man began but Harry wasn’t willing to hear excuses.
“Unzip. Me.” Harry commanded, and he pushed with his will. The man hesitated for a moment before he reached down and with the sound of a zipper being pulled.
Harry flopped out with a meaty thud as it slapped the man’s hand.
The man flinched back. Harry looked at him.
“Well?” Harry asked as power coursed through him. He was a dark lord and this man was a servant. He required service did he not? The man was weak willed. Harry could tell. Unable to resist.
“Leo- My-my L-lord,But-But I’ve never-“ The Dark roiled inside him it begged to be used. Harry hesitated for a moment.
He unleashed it. The man cried out as he fell to his knees. Harry slinked over and slapped the man in the face with it.
Harry had seen the effects of his release. Harry stroked himself and chuckled.
He wondered what would happen. The man wasn’t as strong as Barty.
Nowhere close.
“Open your mouth.” Harry was curious as to what would happen exactly. There was the sound of footprints and suddenly there was Barty. He looked surprised for a moment.
Before he entered and closed the door behind him.
Harry looked at Barty Jr. With a wicked grin. This release had been meant for Barty. Harry’s breathing picked up.
That cliff edge was fast approaching, and he dared Barty Jr. to say anything. He was a dark lord and if he wanted to have sex. He was going to have it.
“Let’s see how devoted you are.” Harry glared at Barty. His orgasm approached and he aimed into that open mouth and he came mightily as he kept his daring gaze on Barty’s green eyes.
He pulsed again and again. It was simple really.
One was the master, the other was not. And Harry was the master in this relationship.
The man swallowed of his own accord and then he shuddered as his eyes dilated. Harry tucked himself in before helping the man to his feet.
Harry grinned at Barty.
“Well aren’t you going to pay the Outstanding man?” Harry said as he locked eyes with Barty while he cupped the man’s crotch and he felt the man stir.
Harry unzipped the man and fished his member out of the man’s boxers as it assumed its full height.
Multiple emotions swam over Barty’s face. Harry pulled out his wand ominously. Barty dropped the briefcase and got on his knees before the man.
Markus Scarrs moaned.
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