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There's a commotion in magical Britain, a group of Aurors is escorting two wizards from a mansion, the two men look angry and scared at the same time and they know they could make the lives of these Aurors a living hell if they wanted to, however, the two men also knew it wasn't in their best interests to do that.

"Dad, I don't want to go to Azkaban—" the younger man said with a worried expression.

"Shut up Draco," an older blonde man with long hair said in a serious tone.

"But father—" Draco tried to argue but his father's look quickly stopped him from continuing.

Surprisingly, that was the best decision they could make now, to use their right to remain silent was the best choice they had right now.

"Draco, we'll help you baby don't worry," A young brown-haired woman with high heels said as she followed the officers who were taking her boyfriend.

Meanwhile, an older blonde woman was standing at the entrance of the mansion watching the scene with a serious expression, she didn't flinch nor say anything, the two people she thought she could trust after the war did something horrible and she had no idea how to feel right now, she didn't even want to know about her son, the one she has tried to protect ever since he came to this world, it seems like not even she was able to stop him to do something so awful.

"Money laundering… I can't believe it," the blonde woman said still not believing what was happening as the Aurors escorted her son and husband.

A few hours later…

There was a group of men in a locker room, they looked like sportsmen, or at least that's what they looked like considering their physiques, most of them were laughing and playing with the towels, they were having a good time today because their bosses decided to not come today.

It's not like they hate their bosses… Okay well, at least not everyone, however, in the case of a dark-haired wizard with emerald eyes, he seems to not be fond of his bosses.

"Come on Harry, don't be so boring!" Another young man approached the dark-haired wizard who suddenly smiled at the guy who spoke to him.

Harry James Potter, the hero of the wizarding world, the one who brought peace to the world was now in a hot and wet room full of sweat and in the company of many men who just like him were wearing a few clothes on their bodies, and Harry wouldn't have a problem being here if only he were in different circumstances.

The problem here is that he is part of a quidditch team called "The Flying Snakes." This used to be a good team, they even contracted him after he had a break to take care of his mental health, many thought he was going to become an Auror or something more related to magical security.

But Harry was short on money after the war, he spent all of his savings paying his debts to the bank he destroyed thanks to his best friend's plan, he wasn't angry at her though, after all, he agreed with the plan because he thought he wouldn't survive the war but surprisingly, he did.

Ever since the day he was born, Harry was cursed with a goal he didn't want to accomplish, with a title he didn't want, and with a destiny he wasn't sure he would fulfill at the same, however, a long time has passed since those days and it seems like there was no doubt he was born to fulfill his destiny.

He defeated the strongest and darkest wizard in a very long time, it took him a lot of time and preparation, not only magically but also physically and mentally, and when he finally did it and defeated that scumbag, Harry felt empty, he was lost in life as his purpose had been already fulfilled with him surprisingly surviving in the end.

Once he defeated that bastard, Harry felt insecure about himself, that destiny became part of him, part of his personality, and it led him to have several problems with his mental health, as a consequence of those problems he wanted to take some time alone, he even lost his girlfriend, he didn't know what to do to feel better.

But everything changed when he decided to attend a quidditch game of the team where he currently has a contract, he looked like a homeless man and no one knew it was him, Harry Potter, the one who brought peace to the world and he was fine with that, he didn't want to be famous for that.

However, during half-time of that match, he was challenged by the now-retired star of the team to catch the golden snitch just like they do every match as they randomly select someone from the crowd to take this challenge and earn a nice prize consisting of a t-shirt.

Harry managed to impress not only the person who challenged him but also the crowd as he seemed too focused and different from any other player, he was too concentrated on the snitch to catch it no matter what it took, he was like a predator, confident about himself and going after what he wanted but also, not scared of falling or hurting himself.

He managed to catch the snitch but then, his real face was revealed showing he was Harry Potter, the hero of the wizarding world and someone everyone thought didn't live in magical Britain anymore, Harry disappeared as fast as he could, he was going to hide.

But the previous owner of the team convinced him to join "The Flying Snakes" Harry wasn't convinced about it, he didn't see himself as a professional quidditch player, but after being offered a nice sum of money that he desperately needed and some other benefits, Harry couldn't help but take the risk, he was planning on going to the Auror academy if this failed.

It took him a few months before he finally played a full game that ended up with him catching the snitch before the first three minutes which caused anger from the rival crowd and with no surprise, the local crowd cheered loudly for him as Harry is considered an artist when it comes to quidditch, watching him play is a very different experience compared to watching other players.

Yes, things seemed to be good for Harry, or that's how it was until the moment the owner, the one who convinced him to join the team suddenly died of natural causes, surprisingly his children decided to sell the team, and now, Harry never thought he could complain about someone buying a quidditch team, with the amounts of advertising quidditch players do, it shouldn't be a surprise for some crazy rich person to buy a team.

The problem here came when everyone realized who bought the team, and it was no other man than Lucius Malfoy, he and his son Draco Malfoy became the new owners of the team, and that sucked because they are two of the most despicable wizards, that happened less than a year ago.

After the war, a lot of people and judges said that they were innocent, threatened by Voldemort, and some even claimed their minds were controlled during the war, but Harry knew better, he knew they were faking all of that information, still, even though the two of them are a pair of assholes, Harry has never complained since they took over the management.

They always held him back and Harry's kind of convinced that they might be rigging games due to the bettings, however, he has zero evidence that could prove that they're doing that, so, in the end, there's nothing Harry could do or say even though he hates their guts, sadly he has a contract with them and unless something major happens there's nothing he can do more than accept their idiot ideas because if he leaves he could be sued for contract breaching, luckily his contract is about to end in a few months, unless...

"Hey everyone… Look at the news!" Another man with just a towel covering his private parts said, he was carrying a newspaper.

Harry didn't say anything and he didn't even move, he was hating more than he liked to admit being under this management.

"What? Money laundering?" One of Harry's teammates said.

"I can't believe the Malfoys are involved with this!" Another one said and those words caught Harry's attention.

He quickly ran towards where his teammates were to grab the newspaper.

"What!?" Harry asked out loud as he read the article about his bosses.

"Yep, the Malfoys have been arrested for money laundering," one of Harry's teammates said with a smirk on his face.

To say that the people in this room were worried would be an understatement, well, almost everyone, Harry was completely stunned.

He was trying to remain as calm as he could but then the news hit him in the face and he couldn't help but smirk.

"No way… There's no fucking way, they're gone!" Harry said happily as he looked at the picture of Lucius and his son being escorted by some Aurors.

Harry couldn't help but laugh and he thought he was containing himself, but considering the way his teammates were looking at him, that made him realize he was making a scene, so, he quickly stopped.

But then the whole room exploded with laughter and Harry joined them, it seemed like it took them a while to reflect on what was happening and how they were going to benefit from this.

You see, not only Harry has been suffering under the management of the Malfoys, but his teammates were in the same position too, and the legendary star of the team, the one who challenged him during half-time back then when he looked like a homeless person, even he decided to quit due to how ridiculous they were.

The last ruse the Malfoys put them through was using them to promote some pro-Voldemort merch that was disguised as normal merch but there were some subtle messages, and due to the contract inherited from the deceased owner, Harry and his teammates had to obey every command they were asked to do for the sake of the team, these news change everything as he doubts that merch will be released.

It was over now, with them gone the most likely thing that might happen in a few days was that the government would probably take control of the team, so, it was time to find a new team to continue with his accidental quidditch career.

"I still can't believe those fuckers are finally locked!" Harry said on the verge of tears.

Harry and his teammates celebrated until the moment they decided to finally get back home to prepare to train the next day even though they technically didn't have a team now.

A few hours later…

Harry was in the living room of his apartment, he was resting and taking a nap as he reflected about the things he experienced today, he was still having a hard time believing this was real.

"I guess it's time to check out the offers that I've gotten to join another team, let's see which one suits me better," Harry said with a smirk on his face.

Still, he finds it quite ironic that someone so weak like Lucius and his son could do something like that just for money, and the worst thing is that the two of them already had enough money to live the rest of their lives without having to worry about money or any other thing, it seems like their greed became bigger since the war

Harry was about to send some letters to the teams who had taken an interest in him but due to his contract he couldn't respond to them, he hated to be in this situation but he was the one with power, no one would question him once again.

Harry was about to write like crazy, but then, someone knocked on the door and Harry couldn't help but groan, he sighed and with his wand in his hand, he opened the door and he was about to threaten the person who decided to stalk him, it was probably a crazy fan who found his home.

But the moment he opened the door, he couldn't believe what he was seeing, there was an older blonde woman and with her, there was also a brown-haired woman, and he knew who these women were.

"Uh… Mrs Malfoy… Astoria… How's your day been?" Asked Harry trying to not look so awkward.

He wasn't expecting them to come here tonight, not every day the wife of his former boss and the girlfriend of his boss' son come to see him, or at least they never did.

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