Tarnished Lion

Harry awoke with a smile.

No nightmares.  No bad dreams of any kind. Kicking the bloody shit out of Dudley had felt…

Wonderful. Euphoric.

Harry felt powerful as he felt the dark coil and surge within him. Having his soul almost ripped out had taught him one thing.

He had strength. He had made the dark things kneel before him. What else could he do? What was he truly capable of? Why need a patronus at all? When faced with inhuman evil and you could make it kneel.

The thought excited him. To make them all.

Kneel.

Harry breathed in and his heavy member and jewels seemed to be heftier than he remembered.

 Harry supposed that he could play along for while longer. Leo was going to have to make moves of his own.

 The one sent the dementors after him was going to die. Sometimes murder was the solution.

Something like that couldn’t remain unpunished. Harry was feeling ironic.

He was going to watch as those very same dementors ripped her soul out.  After all, Did not Snape say that a dementor’s kiss was nearly unbearable to witness?

Harry was going to revel in it.

He jumped out of bed and began packing and preparing for his assured departure from this wretched place.

He carefully took out a clean beaker with a solid stopper and he aimed his swollen member at it.  Harry had noticed that his fluid.

Had a particular effect upon those that ingested it.

Soon he would no longer bother with touching himself. His servants would suck him off and thank him for the privilege of being a hole for him.

He slowly touched himself.  Who would he make a servant? There were several possibilities. He would break them, grind them down until all that remained was a willing servant.

To his surprise Draco Malfoy popped into his head. His father was Voldermort’s paintoy after all.  Just thinking about making the arrogant Slytherin grovel and beg.

Until the prat begged Harry to hurt him… It seemed that their petty rivalry had found a possible use.

Harry grunted as he tensed and the familiar sweet feeling of release as he pulsed into the beaker. His heavy nuts poured forth his issue.

He took a long breath and moaned in sexual delight. He hurriedly put the stopper on the beaker and shakily hid it in his belongings. As he packed with a passionate zeal.

He pulled on his jeans and jumper before he tied his shoes.

Barty and Scarr still had to survive his trial by fire. They would burn or they would be proven loyal.

Harry’s wand hand itched.

There was a muffled sound at made him slowly unlock his door and  he warily looked around.  He didn’t see any sign of the Dursleys.

There was a click and the door swung open.

“Sirius!”  There was his godfather.  A smile on his face that made him seem younger.

“Miss me pup?” Harry felt his emerald eyes beginning to water.

“I was beginning to think I was forgotten.” Harry admitted. He had counted down the days. Harry had feared above all else. That he’d be left here.

“I did promise one month. Harry.” Sirius retorted lightly.

“You did.” Harry admitted.

“Get your things.” Harry’s heart filled to bursting and he embraced his godfather.

It was finally over. No more fucking muggles. No more pretending here in this wretched place.

Sirius hugged him back.

“Its alright. Nothing is going to happen to you.” Sirius promised. Harry nodded.

“Now help me load up.” Harry turned and dashed into his room and grabbed a piece of luggage.

Harry couldn’t believe it was actually happening.

He was leaving.

There on the street was a sleek luxury vehicle colored black and Sirius held a button in his hand and pressed it.

The back of the car opened up.

“Molly, nearly had kittens when I decided to get another motorcycle. So we compromised.”

 “She can be surprisingly terrifying when she wants to be.” Sirius looked at Harry looking chided.

“She is a Gryffindor.” Harry reminded. As he placed his first piece of luggage into the back.

“Molly is Prewett.  She lost both her brothers in the first wizarding war.” It struck Harry hard.

Molly had lost family to a dark lord. He had never even known about it.

Sirius continued.

“Gideon and Fabian were original members of the order of the phoenix.  They died as heroes, It took five death eaters to murder them.”

Sirius stopped though he looked proud of them.

“Let me help you Harry.” Sirius and him made quick work of everything Harry was going to take. There was scarcely a trace he had once lived there. He ignored the cupboard in which he had once dwelled.

Harry gave Privet Drive once last look before he turned shutting the door behind him.

Harry got into the passenger side as Sirius turned the key and pulled onto the street.

“To London!” Sirius heartily exclaimed. Harry basked in presence of his godfather and before he knew it.

They passed the public bathroom. He had become so acquainted with.

For a single moment. He thought he saw Barty. For that split moment they made eye contact and there was the look of genuine surprise.

He shook his head as Sirius drove on.

“To London!” Harry exclaimed excited to be freed of the Dursleys.

Harry had never been so happy as the moment they drove to London.

“Sorry, Pup For picking you up this way. But we didn’t want the ministry to know when you were leaving. They’ve become noticeably suspicious. I’m surprised they haven’t pulled some dirty trick. They tried expelling that Diggory but he’s almost graduated. Poor boy. They’ve ruined his prospects.”

“Why?” Harry asked.

Sirius got quiet  for a moment.

“Harry, You have to understand what it was like the first time Voldermort rose. It started slowly. Muggle vagrants and homeless started disappearing. Then wizards and witches started disappearing. Its happening Harry. All over again.”

“Entire families extinguished. Your mother was close to the McKinnons. They were lifelong friends and then. They were gone.”

Sirius stopped at a light and looked over at Harry.

“Just imagine having peace for so long that normalcy returned. Only to be told that peace was a lie. Harry. The Ministry fears having to admit that. And they’ll continue to attempt to destroy anyone contrary.”

Harry nodded.

He looked out the window.

They didn’t know.

Which meant that the ministry had covered up his warehouse mess. Harry wanted to go back to who he had been.

But now, another part of him homed in on one simple fact.

Harry or rather Leo essentially had free reign.

Perfect.  

Harry looked out the window. The light changed color and Sirius merged into the lane that led into London.

Harry just closed his eyes. The lull of the vehicle moving slowly drifted and before he knew it Harry napped.

“We’re here!” Sirius exclaimed.

Harry’s eyes opened and he stretched.

He heard the door open. And Harry blurry opened his own door and got out. He stretched.

“Where are we?” Harry asked as the world quickly focused. “I’ll get your things later.” Sirius said.

“Come on, The order of the phoenix is just a short walk” Sirius stated

Harry beamed and he followed Sirius. Right past a sign that said Grimmauld Place. Harry counted the numbers of the buildings even as he shivered.

The chill that had no right to be there.

“Harry, Its good you’re wearing a jumper it’s a lot more chilly than I remember.” Sirius agreed as he stopped right in between. Grimmauld 11 and Grimmauld 13.

Sirius held out his hand.

Harry didn’t want to believe it. No more Dursleys.

Harry took his hand and followed Sirius who took a step forward and presented his wand.

The door opened

“Welcome to Headquarters.” There was the sound of wings as a snowy owl sped towards him.

It was Hedwig who alighted on his shoulder and started preening his messy black hair.

Harry teared up.

“I’ve missed you so much Hedwig.”  He whispered as he scratched her favorite places.

Sirius closed the door behind them.

He heard the sound of his friends.

“Harry!” Cried Hermione and Ron was not far behind.

It wasn’t Hogwarts.

However, that didn’t prevent it from feeling…

Like home.