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Harry Potter And The Game of Death

Level 1

Chapter Twenty-Five: Seizing the Initiative

Remus and Sirius tracked Harry down half-an-hour after the others departed.

To say both men were angry with Harry's decision to ignore their messages and follow the pair of dark wizards had been an understatement; Sirius had been so furious that tears could be seen in his eyes, while the lines had been drawn so high on Remus' forehead that the man's eyebrows had merged with his hairline. But Harry had taken his lumps from them, secure in the knowledge that he had gained solid, relevant information that would help to protect the lives of others.

After Harry relayed as much, it did seem to allay some of their fears.

Even if Sirius only redirected his anger instead of calming down.

"Yaxley!" Sirius yelled as he punched a fist into a nearby tree. "Of course he's involved! That toad's been one of dear old Lucy's stooges since their days at Hogwarts. And Morgan… well, the man's as big of a bottom feeder as they come, so hearing that he's skulking around makes perfect sense as well."

"Indeed," Remus voiced in agreement. "While you were confined to Azkaban, Lucius helped both men make impressive inroads in the business community. Along with Lucius, the two of them are responsible for taking on much of the Black family's less than savoury businesses."

"Argh! That's just another reason for me to hate them. Those businesses deserved to rot! Forced breeding programs for House Elves; the enslavement and abuse of sentient species like Centaurs and Veela; even the illegal hunting of endangered magical creatures like Unicorns! They deserved to have been banished to the fiery depths of hell! And once I ascend to the House of Black's Lordship, I swear I'll see it happen if it's the last thing I do!"

"A good sentiment, my old friend, but that is neither the here nor now," Remus said dryly. "Focus on the matter at hand first before you make hasty plans for the future."

"Exactly! Which is stopping Malfoy's planned attack on the World Cup." Harry said forcefully.

He stood up from his makeshift seat on a bunch of gnarled roots and ran a hand through his eternally messy hair. "I wasn't able to cast 'Observe' on them, but from what I overheard and what you just told me, it would seem the men I tailed were Death Eaters at one point in time."

Sirius levelled a stern glare at Harry. "Right in one. Both men are former Death Eaters who managed to slip free from Azkaban. Yaxley pleaded the standard Imperius Defence most used to escape sentencing, while Morgan managed to successfully argue some other Death Eater had used a Polyjuice potion keyed to his likeness to carry out the only crime he had been positively identified as committing."

"Great. That only makes me think I'm on the right track even more." Harry sighed and rubbed the back of his head in annoyance. "And while I know about Polyjuice potion, what's the Imperius Defence? Morgan and Yaxley were talking about it as well."

Sirius gave a shaky laugh at the comment, but it was Remus who explained the Imperious Curse to Harry. How it was one of three Unforgiveable Curses they would be learning about in fourth year Defense Against the Dark Arts. And while the other two, the Cruciatus and Avada Kedavra, tortured and killed people, the Imperius Curse took control of a person's will and could force them to do actions they would never willingly do on their own.

The Imperius Defence basically boiled down to a bunch of bad people claiming that they were controlled by other bad people. And for various reasons – family connections, personal ambitions, or bribery – the people making the judicial decisions had let those claiming the defence get off scot free even when the evidence against them was overwhelming.

Once Remus had finished explaining, Harry's could tell that his face had turned somewhat pale.

"Just when I thought the wizarding world could not get worse," he murmured. "That's almost as bad as what the Diary did to Ginny in my second year. Only, instead of it being something rare and difficult to do, anyone with enough power can do the Imperius Curse and not even get caught afterwards."

"It's a piece of work alright. But this' also why you should never assume you know everything there is to know about magic," Sirius remarked. "Trust me when I say there are rituals and spells in this world that are so dark, so evil, they make the Imperius Curse look nearly benign in comparison."

Harry shuddered at that. Because given his terrible luck and that damnable 'Walking Target' trait of his, there was a good chance he would someday encounter some of them.

"Anyway, now that we know two of the people involved and at least part of what their plan entails, I think we should start following them around," he said softly. "I'd like to figure out who that third person was, but I think we should give up on that for now and focus on the ones we know. That way we'll be in a position to stop them from affecting the Quidditch matches whenever they try something."

"That's a fine idea, kiddo," Sirius slowly drawled. "But how do you propose we stop them? We came here to uncover information. Now that you've gotten it, what we need to decide next are the specifics. Just saying 'let's tail some people and maybe stop them' won't cut it."

Ugh. That was true. And as Harry stood there, racking his brain for a comeback, he found himself coming up with nothing.

Plans had always been Hermione's thing while he was more a person of action, someone who came up with things on the spur of the moment. It was why they worked so well together.

"I dunno," Harry eventually replied with a shake of his head. "But if we all put our heads together, I'm sure we can come up with something."

"Oh?" A wolfish grin began to grow across Sirius' face at Harry's words. "So you're saying that you will abide by whatever plan we all come up with? No matter what it might be?"

"Erm, yeah," Harry responded slowly, wary from Sirius' too innocent tone.

"Hm. I see. That sounds like a fine proposition then, a fine proposition indeed!" Sirius rubbed his hands together with glee, all of his earlier anger apparently forgotten. "I'm sure that, with your help, Remus and I can come up with a working plan. One which will take full advantage of each of our unique strengths and skills while keeping in mind our varying levels of proficiency in other areas. Does that sound good?"

"Ummm… sure?" Harry stared at Sirius with a wary look in his eyes. "Though something about the way you phrased that bothers me."

"Phrasing is very important Harry. Be it in pranks or in life, it is very important indeed." Sirius clapped his hands together. "On that note, Harry, Remus I ran into Lucy and his son while the two of you were wandering around. And he made a request that I think you'll be pleased to fulfil. Let me tell you all about it as we go back to the Cottage to start planning."

One week later and Harry knew exactly why he should have been wary of Sirius' innocent tone.

Because when there were three people with equal votes deciding on a plan, and two of them voted together, that single vote could find itself overwhelmed in an instant.

"Thank you for using Fizzban's Duelling Emporium, best in the duelling business since before the First Goblin War. Your opponent will be Blue Team, number four. We hope you have a fun and exciting experience. Now please move aside so the next customer may be served."

The dull, droning voice of the pretty young witch tasked with running the duelling registration desk caused Harry's eye to twitch. After making sure to grab the red arm band with the number three inscribed on it that the young woman was supposed to have handed to him, but had not, Harry turned and left the desk as quickly as possible.

The woman's droning voice encapsulated Harry's general mood in a perfect nutshell. Ever since that day in the forest, he had found himself relegated to 'searching' or 'keeping watch' over a select few areas. Ostensibly because he fit in better than either Remus or Sirius, but Harry knew what was really going on.

The two men had side-lined him from his own quest. And while they were off tailing Malfoy's goons, they had stuck Harry with the 'safe' assignments.

Which was infuriating! For while watching professional Quidditch games in person and taking part in his first magical duels had been exciting – and great preparation for the upcoming duel against Draco which Sirius had agreed to on Harry's behalf – the knowledge that he was being cut out of his own investigation had cast a long pall over the entire week's activities. One which even the presence of a string of friends and familiar faces throughout the week had not been enough to overturn.

Because as Sirius and Remus both knew, amongst Harry's friends only Ron and Hermione were aware of the Game of Death, and Harry respected the abilities of witches like Andromeda and Professor McGonagall too highly to tempt fate and use its abilities in front of their sharp gazes. A fact which Sirius no doubt had in mind when asking them to watch over Harry for several days while he and Remus handled some 'important business'.

The three days Harry had spent under the watchful eyes of both Molly Weasley and Andromeda had been the dullest of the lot, even with a rapidly sprouting Ron – what was his mother feeding him this summer – winning the International Wizard's Chess Youth Tournament and the twins nearly causing an international incident at the awards ceremony. Were it not for Ginny's wry sense of humour and the continuing antics of the twins, the frustration he felt over the unfairness of it all might have driven Harry stark raving mad.

As he made his way out of the registration line, Harry felt a powerful arm reach out and bring him in for a tight hug. He tried to struggle against it… but it was to no avail.

Maybe it was a Metamorph thing, but Dora was just as strong as ever.

"Awww, is my little 'ickle Harrykins feeling down because the pretty witch at the counter didn't smile and giggle at him?" The magical menace in female form rubbed his hair fondly as she spoke. "C'mere so I can shower you with love and affection in her place!"

Resigning himself to his fate, Harry felt a brush creep down his neck as the woman buried his face right between her firm breasts for the umpteenth time that day.

This! This was what had been driving him up the wall all day long, even more so than the lack of progress on the quest. He might have had the 'Oblivious' trait, but Dora's over the top interactions since their initial greeting that morning had shown it was possible for some things to break through the trait. And if there was one thing the experience had made abundantly clear to Harry, it was that he had no idea how to handle the opposite sex.

"See? Don't you feel better already?" Dora's glib tone was especially galling as the woman knew full well what she was doing to him. "I've always found that resting your head between a nice pair of breasts makes for a wonderful experience."

Harry tried to mumble something out in reply before the situation spiralled out any further, but his current circumstances muffled his words beyond all recognition.

Besides, as usual Dora took what he said and interpreted in the way she desired. "Good to know we're in agreement! Now, next up is Hestia's massive valley once I find her. Her boobs are twice as big as mine and really soft too. I should know since I spent most of last night…"

His danger senses tingling, Harry at last managed to forcefully pry himself free of her grasp. Or enough so he could yell at her. "Dora! Please, not in public! Not again. Two times was enough."

Having people stare at you while a hot girl recounted – in explicit and rather vibrant detail – her sexual activities of the night before had been mortifying. To the point where even Harry's annoyance at being side-lined from his own quest had taken a back seat to it.

"Awww. But that's no fun at all. You should think of it as gaining valuable second-hand experience, Harry. It'll do wonders whenever you bag your first lay, as nobody knows a woman's body like another woman." Dora gave Harry a salacious wink as she laughed and drew him back into her modest chest. "Oh, the stories I could tell of the broom closets at Hogwarts. There's a reason why old man Filch checks them like a hawk searching for a mouse, believe you me! But we can go over those later. It's time for you to go off to do your little duel while I find Hestia – and her enormous bosom – so we can cheer you on!"

Against his better judgement Harry found that he did not really object. It was for the simple reason that Dora was right. Hestia's breasts were quite large and soft. And though Dora's were nice – though Harry would be caught dead before telling her that – there was something… different… about the experience whenever he was held by the much more endowed woman.

There was a warm and sugary feeling that spread throughout Harry's entire body, a nice one, but one which was very, very, very different than the one he got when the similarly endowed Mrs. Weasley gave him a hug. It was all so very strange and confusing to him, and Harry had found the faces of more than one girl he knew popping into his brain immediately after it had first happened.

After shaking his head to clear the delusions before he went too far down the rabbit hole, Harry levelled a glare at the pink-haired menace to society.

"Then hop to it," he commented with as much dignity as he could muster given the situation. "I've got a duel to win."

Dora gave an airy salute in reply as she finally let go of him. "Yes, sir, Mr. Potter, sir. Just make sure to show these foreign chaps what a cute little British stud muffin like yourself is made of, okay? And don't try to run away again or I'll be forced to punish you a second time."

"You can count on it," Harry said, doing his level best to ignore her final teasing jabs as his cheeks continued to burn red. "I won't let what you and the others have taught me these past few weeks go to waste."

"Ha ha! That's the spirit! Oh, and by the by, should you actually happen to win, then Hestia and I will sandwich you between us while we hug. And maybe add in a little something extra if you manage to win in style… if you get my meaning."

Harry's mind stopped working for a second as he tried to process what Dora meant.

When his mind went completely and fully down that rabbit hole, Harry felt his earlier blush bloom into something which probably resembled the setting sun.

"Heh. Looks like your thoughts are going in the right direction, you little perve. Enjoy the parting gift and think of what your future might hold in store!"

So saying, the pink-haired girl tossed him another salacious wink before dashing off into the crowd, laughing at the top of her lungs as she searched for her missing girlfriend.

Harry glared at her back. Then he stomped towards the duelling platforms, ears and neck still burning from her parting tease.

"Stupid Dora. Stupid girls. Stupid hormones! And stupid Sirius for sticking me in the middle of this mess," Harry muttered under his breath as he walked. "Why can't they be easier to handle? Any of them? Even one would be nice."

If only he had a way to distract Dora and escape. Then he could be free of this nonsense and able to do something more productive with his time, like searching for more clues. But an opportunity to do so without her noticing had yet to present itself, so for now Harry could only vent his frustrations upon the unlucky individuals who stepped into the duelling ring with him.

Harry looked around and found his opponent standing nearby, signified by a blue shoulder badge with the number four inscribed on it.

She was a young girl, maybe a year or two older than himself, and was wearing the red and white colours of Japan's national team. The girl was also wearing some sort of formal looking Japanese clothing that vaguely resembled the robes worn by British witches and wizards, but with far more ruffles and obvious stitching.

A quick look at her stats with 'Observe' revealed her name and abilities.

Kagome Tendo

A young girl training to be a Miko, or Japanese Shrine Maiden, Kagome is a girl trapped between the past and the present. Her two older sisters and one younger brother, along with their parents, live with her maternal grandfather at an ancient shrine. She likes cute boys who are good at sports and enjoys baking in her spare time.

Age: 15

Level 58

Stats:

STR: 38

DEX: 55

CON: 32

INT: 70

WIS: 53

CHA: 77

Traits:

Duellist

Kind Heart

Humble

Vain

Foreign Quidditch Fan

By the standards of Hogwarts students, Kagome was rather strong for her age. She also had more traits, and better ones, than most people his age Harry had seen.

But the girl's stats were not nearly as high as his own. Which meant that she was not much of a threat to him unless he were to relax his guard or get cocky.

Neither of which was going to happen.

Harry climbed up a series of short steps and hopped into the ring. Circular in shape, it had a diameter of roughly eight metres. There were many far more elaborate duelling rings within the tent, but this one had been setup for the use of amateur minors like Harry and had been left rather plain.

"Duellists. Present your wands for inspection."

Harry and his competitor walked over to the referee and passed their wands to the man. Upon checking them to make sure both were in working order, he handed the wands back to their owners.

"Since it's the first time I've seen either one of you here, allow me to explain the rules. In Amateur Level International Duelling there are three rounds, and whomever wins two of the three shall be the winner. You are allowed to do the following: stun, bind, or otherwise incapacitate your opponent with level 2 spells and below. No level 3 or above spells are allowed. This means that spells such as Expelliarmus and Petrificus Totalus are acceptable while spells such as Stupefy and Incarcerous are forbidden. Finally, you are allowed to make physical contact with your opponent, but you can only win the duel if you render your opponent immobile through the use of magic. Beyond that, you are forbidden from casting spells whose intent or purpose is to cause physical injury to a person or object. Understood?"

Harry gripped his wand and nodded his assent. He had already heard the rules speech dozens of times by this point. Besides, the rules for this type of contest were much simpler than the ones he was learning for his upcoming duel against Malfoy. The rule book Andromeda had plopped in front of him one afternoon had been big enough it could have eaten 'Hogwarts, a History' and had room left over for more.

The referee looked between Harry and his opponent, each of whom had assumed a ready stance. "Then in 3… 2… 1… begin!"

Harry whipped his wand up to fire off a quick strike hex Remus had taught him and made sure to aim it slightly off-centre. "Colloshoo!"

The spell was avoided by his opponent, but it forced the girl to dodge to the side before she could finish casting her own spell.

It also put her right where Harry wanted her. "Expelliarmus!"

The red jet of light blasted into the girl's chest, throwing her body back while sending her wand sailing through the air and into Harry's waiting hand.

"Round 1: Over! Red competitor wins."

Harry smiled and jogged over to the girl. He offered her a hand up, which she took with a grateful smile.

After exchanging some quick pleasantries – the girl spoke remarkably good English – he returned her wand and moved back to his original position. The girl did the same opposite of him, her dark eyes settling into a look of pure determination, and Harry could tell that this round would not be as easy as the first

The referee looked between Harry and his opponent. "In 3… 2… 1… begin!"

Harry once again went for the quick out. "Steleus!"

This time Kagome blocked the attack with a spell yelled in what Harry assumed to be the preferred magical language of Japanese magicians. Their spells met in mid-air before bursting apart in a flash of multi-coloured sparks.

But the simple light show was nothing compared to what came next as the girl raised her wand and pointed it directly at him. "Taiyō Furea!"

One second Harry could see. Then a blast of dazzling white light burst forth from the girl's wand, blinding Harry's vision and sending white hot arcs of pain shooting through his eyes. He felt himself start to stumble backwards, but he caught himself before he took more than a step.

Sirius and Dora had been trained to handle this exact sort of scenario four days ago and Harry knew what he needed to do next.

Harry cast two quick hexes in the general direction where he last saw her. A grunt of discomfort from his opponent made Harry think he had forced her to dodge to the ground, so he changed the angle of his wand and tried to fire where he had heard her voice. As he did, Harry also desperately blinked his eyes to hasten the return of his vision.

A snapped expletive in Japanese told Harry that he had gotten close yet again. But when the girl shouted something which could only be the words to another spell it was Harry's turn to dodge.

He threw his body to the ground and rolled to his right, hoping against hope that he could throw off the girl's aim. The sound of a spell splashing harmlessly on the ground next to him filled his ears and he knew it had been a close call. But Harry kept up his roll, his Quidditch trained spatial awareness telling him he still had space left before he reached the ring's edge.

Five more spells raced at him from his opponent, but other than a glob of sticky slime which caught the edge of his sleeve Harry was able to avoid them all.

He popped out of his roll with centimetres to spare and raised his wand from a kneeling position. His eyesight, though blurry, had recovered enough to where he could see the girl's figure. "Expelliarmus! Titillando! Petrificus Totalus!"

The three spells blasted at his opponent and each one was dodged with nimble grace. But with momentum back on his side, Harry kept up the pressure and fired spell after spell at the girl's dancing figure.

It was only when she did a split to avoid a disarming and jelly legs spell combination that he was able to finally nail the girl with a full body binding spell and bring the match to a close.

Harry raised his arms in victory after the referee checked the girl's condition and declared him to be the winner. As he did, a stray thought ran through his head.

Sure, being side-lined from the quest and having to deal with Dora's madness was annoying. But duelling was fun when he was winning… and Harry had been winning a lot.

After shaking hands with the pretty girl and collecting a ribbon signifying his victory, Harry made his way down the steps and into the waiting throng of duellists. Never had he been so glad that his fame was not so great as to extend to the entire globe, as only one of the people waiting their turn called out his name and reached out to shake his hand.

It took only seconds for Harry to reach the spot where he saw Dora and Hestia grinning and waving at him.

Their grins were infectious, and Harry felt the one covering his own face widen as he gave Dora a high-five. "So? What did you think of the duel, oh great and powerful Auror candidate?"

"It was great!" Dora shouted in excitement, her hair flashing through an array of bright colours. "You've still got plenty to learn, but you've come a long way since we first began duelling at the Cottage. Like, that blinding spell you got hit with was something else, and it would've had you beat when you first began. Not many people your age could have won against it."

"I was so worried for you when she did that," Hestia said in a breathy voice. The woman's long black hair framed a pale face that did not even look remotely worried, but which still managed to make Harry's heart race for some bizarre reason. "I thought for sure she had you with that one and that we would need to cheer you up afterwards."

Harry nervously shook his head and tried to banish thoughts of what 'cheering him up' might have entailed. "Thanks, erm, but that never would've happened. Dora and Sirius have been blindfolding me in some of our mock duels every now and then in preparation for my duel against Draco. So, while her move was definitely surprising, it was nothing I couldn't handle."

"Oh ho ho," Dora crowed. The menace reached over and slapped Harry's back hard enough to make him stumble. "Look who's acting all high and mighty now that he's won his first duel. I'd be careful if I were you, Harry, 'cause your britches look about ready to split."

"Aw, don't be so mean to him, Dora," Hestia chided as she placed an arm around her girlfriend's supple waist. "He's still only thirteen. Let him have his moment of victory, then we can give him the reward you promised later."

Harry almost let himself get carried away by Hestia's words. But then something about them stuck in his mind and made him frown.

Wait a tick. Did Dora think that this was his first win? Or even his very first duel at the tent?

"Whoa, hold on a moment," Harry interjected with a shake of his head. "My first win? I think you're both missing something here."

Harry narrowed his eyes at the two ladies as a simple plan began to take shape in his mind. Dora's reward would certainly have been nice to experience – very nice – but Harry had something even better in mind. A lesson he had recently learned from his godfather that Harry intended to put to good use.

With a smile on his face that he knew was smarmy, Harry drew a metaphorical dagger and prepared to plunge it in deep. "Dora, I've been coming here for roughly two hours a day for nearly an entire week. This is the fortieth duel I've won, not my first." Harry paused a moment for dramatic effect. "And did I mention it was forty wins in a row? Which means I'm undefeated, too?"

Dora stared at him in disbelief. "Codswallop."

Ooh. The dagger had landed right on the mark. Now would be the time to twist it.

"Really? Then what are all these ribbons doing here in my possession?" Reaching into the back pocket of his trousers, Harry pulled out a little booklet he had purchased on his first day in the tent.

Upon opening it he thrust the ribbon filled pages towards the young woman's face. "Count 'em and weep, Dora!"

For a moment the woman was silent as she did indeed count them. And then, incredulously, count them again.

By the third time round Harry felt as though the intensity of his smug grin could rival that of his opponent's blinding spell. He watched as the completely flummoxed woman's hair shot through a riotous mix of colours. From pink to white, to fuchsia, to lime green, and all the way through the entire rainbow of colours before returning to its normal shade of hot pink. Dora's hair told the story of her spiralling emotions and Harry fully enjoyed watching.

Oh, how he wished that he could do this to Sirius. But Harry would just have to settle for Dora while he planned his vengeance against his godfather.

Eventually the young woman handed the book back to Harry in complete silence. She then stepped back and gave a cough as if to clear a dry throat. "Well, er, forty wins doesn't really mean anything, kiddo. Even if they were in a row. Oh, sure, it's impressive for your age and all, so cheers, but I could get that many wins in a row in a single day if I were serious."

"Oh? Are you sure about that?" Harry teased with a laugh.

But before he could tease the beautifully blushing girl any further, a notification from the Game of Death popped up.

One whose timing could not have been better.

Ding!

Lose the Tail

Trick Your Assigned Minder by Playing on her Competitive Spirit and Regain your Freedom by Making a Quick Escape

Quest Reward:

1 Level

Please Select

Yes or No

Finally! The Game had given Harry an opening to get back to doing what he wanted. And he even knew how to go about doing it, too.

Harry did his best to dial up the smarmy smile on his face to Malfoy levels of annoyance. The groundwork might have been laid by his previous actions, but he would need to pull out all the stops in order to succeed.

"Then prove it. Otherwise, you're just all talk, and I will forever be better than you at Duelling."

From his spot upon a nearby barstool, a Polyjuiced Wormtail watched as Potter and his pretty minder got into a shouting match. For a kid who had been on the backfoot every moment he spent around the older woman, it was somewhat impressive seeing the lad finally hold his own. Wormtail made sure to note it for his future report.

Whatever the two were arguing over, the boy was the clear winner. Since upon its conclusion the kid had a rather annoying smile plastered all over his face while the young woman looked as if she had bitten into a sour plum. She soon proceeded to stalk away from the boy's location and toward the duellist registration counter with all the grace of a rampaging Giantess. Her pale looking girlfriend, desirable in a big breasted sort of way, followed her, leaving the Potter brat alone with the smug grin on his face.

In that moment, when the woman was gone and Potter had his back to where Wormtail sat, the disguised wizard felt his hand drift to where he kept his wand.

Potter was unaware of his presence. And the boy was now without the protection of the minders who had been with him for most of the past week. It would be simple to take him down and bring him to where the Dark Lord waited. Doing so would certainly stir up a storm, but if his Dark Lord wished it then Wormtail was certain they could evade any pursuit.

But those were not his orders. And when orders were given by the Dark Lord to compile a dossier on the boy, his activities, who he met, and absolutely nothing else… well, Wormtail followed them to the letter.

He quickly downed the rest of his warm beer as Potter walked out of the tent, silently musing to himself as he rose to follow.

Some might think the boy was lucky not to have been kidnapped or killed. The former would undoubtedly have led to his torture, while the latter was rarely seen as a kindness to one so young.

But anyone who thought so in this case would be wrong.

Allowing a calf to become fattened before it was slaughtered was no act of mercy. And the Dark Lord Voldemort was very interested in seeing his young nemesis grow stronger before he took his rightful, and inevitable, revenge.

A/N: This chapter was all about furthering established themes and showing the beginning of Harry's maturation as a character. Hopefully the parts featuring Dora felt organic as (per usual) she constantly tried to yank the plot out of my control and take the story in entirely unplanned directions.

Until Next Time,

Elsil