Wicked Games

AN: I just want to say this is truly something special. I have been inspired by many forms of media to write this fanfiction. All I can say is that I made the story, while yes I was inspired by many other stories I have constructed this narrative from the ground up. I have no beta so if some grammar is off just blame me I guess.

Now I know you want to get right into the story so be patient as I'm going to explain some details, instead of boring exposition from characters I will be telling you some.

This is set in modern day. This is to allow some leeway into my story and due to the fact the muggle world has a lot of significance to our protagonists (Harry) life.

There is no main pairing as of right now, the ones in my head are either Tracey, Tonks, Daphne or Fluer.

This fic will have some dark scenes in it, mentions of suicide and rape and many more will be included.

There will be characters from the LGBTQ+ community and Religious communities in this story, to create sense diversity in the Wizarding World. Not any of the main characters but small one off appearances.

Harry is 3 years older than his cannon friends.

This is the timeline:

Harry born 2000

James Potter disappears 2001

Voldemort vanguished 2005(Lily lives! Neville is BWL)

Hermione, Ron and rest of year born 2003/2004

Lily dies 2010

In 2015 James re-enters Harry's life and promises to visit regularly

Story kicks off July 2018 meaning Ron's year are going into their fifth year and Harry is about to hit 18.

Music plays a big role in this fic, for Harry and for you the reader. I would recommend many artists like Drake, The Weeknd, Dave, Chance the Rapper, Niverna, Kendrick Lamar and many others. In fact any type of music will be fine for you the reader, PM me for suggestions to include in fics.

Criticise me! I can't stress this enough if something is wrong or doesn't add up hit me up, I won't bite!

And now for the main event!

Lush Life

Harry was jogging through London on a day like this, wind sweeping his dark brown medium length hair, a swept back undercut. He was clean shaven and was sweating profoundly as he had a grey Nike tracksuit on. As he stopped for a little break in a park he sat down on a bench, panting and gasping for air.

He checked his cracked IPhone 7, and found Tracey called him twice and left a voice note. As he pressed play a female voice reached his ears through his Sony headphones "Harry, its Carol's dance performance, you promised you would come! Don't let her down aga-"

Harry quickly got up and apparated to John Hall's, a primary school in North London. As he charmed himself to look presentable he walked just in time for Tracey and Carol with a sad look on her face exit the room.

Carol's moode shifted as she saw Harry and ran towards him screamin "Daddy! You made it!"

As Harry picked his four year old daughter up he saw his on and off again girlfriend Tracey Davis staring at him, a smile and frown on her face. As Harry let Carol down he said to Tracey "When does she perform?" To which Tracey replied "One hour, but we were going to get Ice-Cream. Want to join us? Your favourite girls?"

Harry nodded as he got in Tracey's car, Carol put on her father's headphones and listened to some Little Mix, while Harry and Tracey talked.

"Look about last time Trace, I'm sorry okay! It's not my fau-" Tracey interrupted finishing "Fault? Look Harry I appreciate what your trying to do I really do, but you haven't done any OWL's ore NEWT's. My parents payed for me to do them early and look at what happened to me! I got pregnant at fourteen, way too young to be a mother. You don't have a job and I get that your trying but it's not enough."

Harry looked solemn for a moment before grinning "No more. I got a job yesterday, I'm working with cars. No more stealing or being a bounty hunter, I'm going to be a honest hardworking man, and I hope you can realise what an amazing man you have here!" He said with a slight tone of sarcasm.

In a fit of giggles Tracey slapped his arm and replied "I hope so. Carol thinks you're her hero so it's time to act like one. She doesn't carry the second name Davis-Potter for no reason!"

Harry cringed as he replied "I still think it should be Potter-Davis. It has that ring to it you know?" Laughter echoed through the car. As they arrived at the Ice-Cream place they ordered their favourite ice-creams. Tracey got Vanilla, Carol got Bubble-gum while Harry like the big kid he is got a Strawberry Sunday.

"So Carol, mummy tells me you have started to read books. Tell me about some of them?" Carol with her childlike innocence "Mummy also allows me to watch Game of Thrones with her!" Tracey looked confused as Harry and Carol high-fived pulling a prank over Tracey. "Oh Potter you wait till we get home!"

A couple of hours later after Harry put Carol to bed, Tracey stormed into the kitchen where he was cooking. "Harry you LIED to me! AGAIN! You said you had a new job, but what do I see on your phone? Messages that you failed to complete a bounty today! I thought you left that life behind! I thought we were going to be a proper family? A functional one!"

Harry looked ashamed of himself, and slowly walked to the door before giving one last glance. "Good night Trace, don't let the bed bugs bite" And with that he left a tear stricken Tracey in her apartment alone.

A couple of days later

"In other news there have been dangerous attacks around London. This is by a wanted fugitive called Sirius Black. If you see him please contact the appropriate authorities immedi-"Suddenly there was a loud knock on Harry's one bedroom apartment. "In a minute!" The door waited and banged twice even louder.

Annoyed Harry got up from his couch still wearing his pyjamas from the night before, as he opened the door he saw a old man with a long white beard and a shorter middle aged man with a scruffy beard and long hair.

Harry looked at the shorter man, then to his TV and back the man, and said "Hey, is that yo-" Before Harry could finish his sentence a blast of powerful magic knocked him out.

As Harry opened his eyes, he looked around and saw five people around him. As he tried to get up his left arm twisted and as he looked at what was wrong he saw his arm bound by some ropes. 'For fuck sake' Harry thought to himself. He cleared his voice and asked "Could you turn down the brightness of the room please. And untie me, I'm not a prisoner."

Slowly his wishes came to reality. Before anyone could ask him a question Harry checked his phone and moaned. Sixty Seven missed calls from Tracey and one hundred and three messages from her too.

Harry quickly messaged her Yo, I'm fine talk to you in a bit. In a meeting XX

He smiled as Tracey replied with the heart emoji, a little cringey but hey it was his type of cringe. "So are you Mr Potter?" Asked a scruffy looking man with a wooden leg and a fake eyeball.

Harry nodded and replied "Yes, and I guess you guys are… The Order of the Death?" The wanted guy shook his head and said "Pheonix. Not Death"

Pissed off Harry replied "Yeah well I don't give a shit, I was at home watching the news, going to go work in a little bi-" The oldest man interrupted "Your highly illegal work. Look Mr Potter you have one of two options, let me give evidence of you doing illegal activity, locking you up for life or work for me, and I promise I will give all that evidence to you."

Harry scowling replied " Well I don't really care. So bye!" And with that Harry shot up from the room attacking anyone he could male or female in a bid for freedom. Eventually he kicked a man through the door and outside were six kids, trying to listen in.

As he brushed dirt of his clothes he walked outside the house and apparated to Tracey's apartment. As he entered the apartment Tracey asked him "Where were you?" Before Harry could reply he passed out due to magical exhaustion.

As he woke up, he saw Carol sitting on top of him and watching TV while Tracey and the wanted man were talking. "Well Mr Black, when my dear Harry stops pretending to be asleep we can start a real conversation. Harry groaned as he replied "You know me to well Trace. To damn well. Sorry Carol, Daddy's got to sit up, can budge up for me?"

As Carol obliged Harry kissed her on her forehead whispering "That's a good girl" As Harry turned "Mr Black" He asked "Isn't your name Shiro or somethin'?" The man replied "Siruis. Siruis Black"

"Well Siruis what are you gonna do?" Siruis replied "Is that your actual daughter?" Harry nodded and he continued "Nothing to them. Look I knew your parents, I was your Godfather. Your mother might have mentioned me, I'm-"

Siruis was interrupted as a familiar voice was heard "Padfoot?" Carol then jumped of the couch, forgetting the cartoon as she ran towards the male, her long brown her flowing behind her yelling "Granddad!"

The male scooped her of the floor and spun her around "There is my favourite grandchild" Harry rolled his eyes before replying "That's your only grandchild dad."

Siruis couldn't believe it, James Potter a man who he had not seen for seventeen years was in front of him, he looked the same. "Ja-James?" James Potter nodded and replied "Right-in-one doggo. What you look like you're seeing a ghost?"

A couple of hours later, Harry agreed to meet with Dumbledore again, this time Harry wasn't kidnapped. "So Dumbledore, what you're saying to me is that I join your own new group and you will give me all the evidence you have on me? Sweet! Where do I sign up?"

Dumbledore replied "You are not the only one on the team, others will be there younger and older than you" Harry nodded and replied "What is the drawback from that?"

"Alright seeing as I'm the first one here, let me introduce myself. I' am Neville Longbottom, the Boy Who Lived. Voldemort tried to kill me when I was one and a half years old. A lot of bullshit has been past me and now Voldy has risen from the dead. My power is luck I guess."

"I'm Draco Malfoy, Heir to the Malfoy line so respect me. Slytherin in Longbottom's year, and my mum put me here to stop me from being like my father."

"Call me Greengrass and I can control ice. Nothing more nothing less, piss me off and ill freeze your leg and feed it to wolves."

"Hiya, I'm Tonks, auror and metamorphous. Now let's turn those frowns upside down."

"Oui, You can call me Fluer. Zis is to improve my English."

Suddenly all eyes were on Harry to finish this off. Nervously he stood up and said "Hey, I'm Harry. Harry Potter, almost eighteen and I work part time as a bounty hunter, theif and I'm training to be a car mechanic. I also like to listen to music and I'm the son of the legendary best prankster Prongs."

They all looked at him as if he was an enigma, they all knew each other but how did he fit in? Suddenly Dumbledore answered it for them "Mr Potter is here due to his combat ability. Took the whole order down in a few minutes with only his fists, and a pencil. Yes a Pencil!"

Harry tried to brush it off, but having his ego stroked was an amazing feeling for him. "Light work I tell you." Before he could talk even more about bigger feats he has done, a packet appeared in front of them, it was in a black folder with white writing on it.

"Orientation Exercises" Harry looked up and down before loudly muttering "Oh you got to be shittin' me!"

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