I refuse to play the Game!

by fvdv123

The Memories of Old Guy and Harry merged after he fell off his broom in his third year. Now, he has to survive the manipulations of the grown-ups. As always, there is a Harem, a lot of Cringe, and tropes. Canon will be left behind, and we will bash our Villains, also as usual. There will be lemons, but not the lemonade kind. Bad Grammar? Meh, I use Grammarly, thats enough.

2. Chapter 2

Disclaimer:

Mrs. J.K., Yes, I got Grammarly the home version. It is not ideal, though. It feels like a nagging old teacher is looking over my shoulder. I need someone like that, you say? Perhaps you are right, the nagging is pissing me off though. Hmm? Ah, I do this for free.

Previous:

I shrugged, "Professor, I went from a nobody in a cupboard to a celebrity in a big castle. What was I supposed to say? Do you know that when those Dementors attacked me, I heard my mother's voice. She pleaded to spare me and kill her instead. Voldemort laughed and killed her. I passed out when the Avada hit me. That was when I fell off my broom."

Overkill? Should I have waited a few months? Spread it out over a school year? Nah, now she can't refuse the abused orphan. I bet she will wax Albus's ears. Ah, we are moving again to… we are going straight to Albus! Is he home? Nope, she sent a cat Patronus. I have to learn that spell sometimes.

Crap! I hope he doesn't wipe my memory! Can I get out of this?

2 Good or Evil?

I softly asked, "Professor, what would happen if the Headmaster did this intentionally? Can he wipe our memory?"

McGonagall stopped walking and turned to me, "Surely not, Mr. Potter! Albus may have some faults, but his heart is in the right place. Everything he does is for the betterment of Wizarding kind."

I shook my head. "Ten years in a cupboard under the stairs tells me otherwise, Professor. I am the last of the Potters. I should have been educated about the Wizarding World and my place in it. He sent me back there every summer, isolating me from this world. Why? So he can empty my vaults? To mold me into a puppet? What are his plans for me?"

I continued when I saw her puzzled face. "I read a book about the old families today. I read about House Potter and its place in this society. We used to be leaders. For two thousand years, we were at the front of this community, and the last Potter ends up in a cupboard with some muggles."

So I asked, "What do you think? Is the Headmaster Good or Evil? He is my enemy from my point of view, no matter how much he plays the Grandfather act."

McGonagall's face turned serious. "Nothing will happen with me there, Mr. Potter. Now come along."

Xxxxx

Push Pops let us in; that old bastard is obsessed with candies. I have my wand in my hand, just in case… who am I kidding? He can wipe the floor with me in a second.

Dumbledore sat on his throne behind his posh desk, looking Regal, Merlinish, Gandalfish. "Minerva? What brings you here with Harry?"

McGonagall blew her top, "You told me he was well taken care of, Albus! You told me he was happy there! So why did Harry just say to me he was being kept in a cupboard under the stairs? His uncle beat him for doing better at school than his Cousin! Why, Albus?"

The old man paled and tried to brush it off. "I am sure you are exaggerating, Minerva. His family may not have been happy to shelter Harry, but they took him in and raised him all those years. I could not be that bad."

I snapped, "Not bad? Try to sleep in a cupboard on a foam mattress yourself, Headmaster! You knew they were abusing me! Mrs. Figs must have told you that many times! You did not care one bit. I am not going back there anyway."

Dumbledore frowned, "You must, Harry! It is the only safe place for you in the country. I set bloodwards to keep your home hidden from your enemies."

I shrugged. "Then you are not as smart as you think, Headmaster. The Death Eaters only had to order their House Elf to bring the Potter Boy to them. Remember Dobby? The Malfoy Elf? He had no problem entering my aunt's home. I was never safe there, not from Death Eaters, and not from my Aunt and Uncle. My life was hell on Earth there."

McGonagall gasped, "Mr. Potter! You mean that Malfoy's house-elf was in your aunt's house? When?"

I answered, "Two summers back, Professor. Dobby wanted to prevent me from going to Hogwarts and got me in trouble with my relatives. They locked me up in my room and fed me through a cat flap. One bowl of soup each day. The Weasley twins rescued me."

I turned to Dumbledore and asked. "How did they know where I lived? What window was from my room? Someone must have told them where I lived because I didn't tell anyone. How could they find my window in a neighborhood with a hundred houses that look precisely the same? You, sir, you know exactly how I was treated, and you did not care one bit for me."

McGonagall supported me: "You will not return there, Mr. Potter. In fact, I will send Child Services to that place and have them investigate your living conditions."

Dumbledore crumbled down, "We will discuss this later, Minerva. I will investigate Harry's statements."

I changed the subject; that bastard will not do a thing anyway. "Why are those Dementors still here? They made two murder attempts on me. What moron keeps them at a school?"

Dumbledore smiled gently, "The Ministry put them here to protect you, Harry, my boy. To protect you from Sirius Black."

I played dumb, "Huh? Why should he be after me? What does he want from me?"

McGonagall explained, "Sirius Black betrayed the location of your parents to You Know Who, Harry. It is because of him that he could kill your parents."

I shook my head. "That can't be. When those Dementors came to me, I heard my Father shout, "Lily! Take Harry and run! Peter betrayed us!" Then, after Voldemort killed my Father, Mum begged to kill her instead of me. It was someone called Peter who betrayed my parents, Professor. Not Sirius Black."

Meh, who else can say what happened? I was the only one left alive. If this will get Sirius off the hook, why not tell a little lie? Nothing will come from it anyway. Dumbledore is too slippery.

I'll poke a bit harder: "Sir? Why is it that every time we talk, something happens in my brain? It feels like something is touching it or scratching it. It is disturbing."

"ALBUS DUMBLEDORE! You dare to use Legilimence on Harry?" screeched McGonagall. "Come, Mr Potter, this is worse than I thought. We will have a meeting with the Order, Albus! You overstepped the border!"

McGonagall almost pushed me out of the room. Downstairs, I was relieved that nothing had happened. Minnie was fuming, though. I bet part of it is from guilt to let it happen and keeping silent about it.

I asked, "Professor, if some Peter betrayed my parents, why is Sirius Black after me? Was he in on it too."

McGonagall absentminded answered, "No, Sirius Black got arrested when he confronted Peter Pettigrew and blew a gas pipe up in a street that killed twelve muggles and Pettigrew."

I shook my head. "That doesn't make sense, Professor. Why does everyone think he is after me? Wouldn't that be discussed at his trial? There was a trial, I hope. A few months back, the minister put Hagrid in Azkaban without one, so it would be seen he did something."

I think I gave Minnie enough ammunition to work with. If she doesn't get things done, then she is part of the problem.

"I leave you now, Mr. Potter. I have a lot to do." McGonagall speed-walked away.

Xxxxx

Now, where is that kitchen? It is below the Great Hall. I just have to find the door… painting with the pear. I found it with a bit of snooping around. The door handle appeared after I tickled the pear, and it opened to a big hall, Great hall size. Man, there are a lot of elves! More than a hundred! And many of them are looking at me

Hmm, Dobby is not here yet, it seems. Maybe he is still looking for a family. Several elves approached me. I'll try buttering them up, Old Guy style. Maybe they know if there are Potter elves.

"Hello, my name is Harry Potter. Sorry to bother you, but I was curious who cooked our excellent food each day. I must compliment you all. I never ate so good as here at Hogwarts."

That got me a hugpile from the little buggers, the table got loaded with all kinds of desserts and a pot of tea. After tasting a bit and again complimenting them, I came to the point, "Can I ask some questions about House Elves? I did not know about Elves before I came to Hogwarts. Did my family have House Elves?"

An old elf answered, "There be Potter Elves, Master Potter. They be looking for you."

I frowned. "I was not hard to find. Last year, Dobby, the former Malfoy Elf, did not have a problem finding me. Why didn't they come here to talk to me?"

The old elf commented, "Potter elves are banned to come here, from old whiskers." He studied me for a bit. "There be a spell on you to keep Potter Elves away."

Fucking Dumbledore, no doubt. I asked, "Is it possible to give them a message? I will do everything I can to have my family back again. They are the only family I have left, and I will not lose them."

The old elf nodded. "Hoggy will do. That be nasty spell to keep family apart."

I thought of something and asked, "Does the Headmaster or Professors sometimes ask to put potions in my food or drinks?"

Hoggy nodded. "Old Whiskers and batty did."

Hmm, how do I avoid that? Let's try it this way: "I am Heir Potter, Lord Potter. When I turn seventeen, is it not in the rules that Lords and Heirs are forbidden to be drugged? The Founders made that law, didn't they? It must be, or the Old Families would not send their Heirs to Hogwarts."

Something clicked in their brains, making the house-elves panic: "We did bad! We broke Hogwarts rules! We will be punished!"

I tried to calm them down. "You did not bad! Old Whiskers broke the law, not you. You did not know the old laws. So, if the old Whiskers asks to put a potion in my food, put it in my friend Ron's food. He is not an Heir, so it is alright."

Ron would not know the difference anyway. He is already a loyal puppet. I have the House Elves in my corner now. No more mind whammies.

Xxxxx

Back in the common room, life got back to normal, with Hermione with her nose in the books and Ron showing off his chess skills. The only thing he is good at… No, he is not good at eating, far from it. I think that sometimes he wants to be a chimpanzee, so he can shove food in his mouth with his feet too.

I noticed Angeline and Alicia sitting with the twins. When I sat down next to them, I looked around and softly said, "Mistresses of Beauty and Masters of Mayhem, I have a plan to get rid of those Dementors. It involves the team, though."

Angelina asked, "How does it involve the team, Harry? Is it something illegal?"

I shook my head and explained my plan. "Nope. You know that my broom got shredded into tiny bits, so I have to buy a new one. I am going to buy one after Christmas, but before that, I will kick up a storm by announcing that I refuse to sit on a broom for as long as those Dementors are at Hogwarts. We leak it to the newspapers, so they will put pressure on the Ministry."

I added, "Katie can know it, but not Oliver. First of all, he would not agree for me to miss all those training hours, and second, he can not act to save his life."

Fred swore. "That will shake them up, alright. Olly will go bananas! But you are on the nose with Oliver. He is too emotional and will add extra drama to it."

Angelina looked at Alicia, who nodded, "We are in, as long you buy a broom before New Year, Harry. To be honest, those Dementors are working on our emotions, too. It is hard to smile these days. I'll fill Katie in."

Alicia giggled, "You should have seen Olly's face when we explained your Stiff Problem." Alicia's face turned gloomy. "Now that I think about it, that was the first time this month we laughed out loud. Those Dementors are affecting us even now. We have to get rid of them fast."

George nodded. "We do, or we turn into Snape lookalikes."

I asked, "Do any of you have a connection with someone who works at the newspapers? We can use it to get it printed."

George raised his hand. "Luna's Father is the owner of the Quibbler. She is here at Hogwarts in Ravenclaw. She was Ginny's best friend until her mum died." George looked thoughtful. "She stayed away from the Burrow after that. Mum tried too hard to replace her mother and turn her into a Weasley."

Fred looked at me, "Like she is doing that with you, Harry."

I shrugged. "Maybe Luna loved her Mother a lot and did not want someone to replace her. I hate my relatives. The first Motherly experience I got was from your Mother, guys. Sure, she is bossy and overbearing, but it is still better than abuse and neglect."

Angelina frowned at my comment. "You never talked about your home situation, Harry. What changed for you to open up?"

I answered, "Those Dementors changed me. I hear my parents talking when they are near me. Dementors let you relive your worst memories, and Voldemort killing my parents is my worst one."

I clarified, "It let me know my parents loved me enough to sacrifice their lives for me. There is no way they would have approved of me getting dumped at my aunt's."

Katie came over and sat next to me, "What is it that you all look so serious? Does Harry still have his Stiff Problem?" Katie ruffled my hair and grinned. "You know, Harry, if you ask Olly nicely, he will help you out. Fred? George? Take one for the Team?"

Angeline rolled her eyes. "As if we didn't know you would be the first one in line for it, Kate."

Alicia agreed, "Since we started dating Fred and George, you have been feeling a bit left out, aren't you, Katie?"

Katie grumbled, "It is, Alicia, don't rub it in will you. Olly is no fun at all; the only snitch he is interested in is that small golden ball with wings. That, and his rivalry with Flint."

I patted her knee, "I am here for you, Katie. You better don't come between Olly and Flint. Those two want to be professional players. I'll bet they end up in the same team."

Katie looked sideways at me, "Oh? You are volunteering to be my stress relief, Harry? How daring of you. Falling off your broom changed you."

George commented, "We were discussing it just now. It was the Dementors that woke the man in the boy. I am sure that man will help you out, Katie. Go for it."

Angelina chuckled, "Watching Alicia and me make out with the twins after each training session must have been frustrating for you."

"Hey!" Said Fred. "Was she watching us?"

Alicia slapped the back of his head, "Keep your voice down. Yes, she was watching us, like you two were peeking on us before we started dating. Or did you think we did not know about it? You drilled those holes in that wall to spy on us in the shower."

George protested. "Those holes were already there! And I bet girls drilled them to spy on us!"

I took my chance and said, "Maybe my Dad and his friends did that years ago. I heard he and his friends were pranksters. They called themselves Marauders. They were always up to no good."

It worked! Both heads snapped in my direction. Fred asked, "Your Dad was a Marauder? How did you find out?"

I answered, "I heard someone talk about them at Florian's. I spent three weeks in Diagon Alley, and I heard a lot of stories. Florian told me some of them, too. I am certain Sirius Black was a Marauder. He is my godfather and was as close as brothers with my Father."

Fred and George exchanged looks, a whole conversation went on between them. Finally, both nodded. Fred spoke up, "Harry, we will have to discuss something in private tomorrow. But let us first fill Katie in on your Rebellion."

Xxxxx

At breakfast the next day, Malfoy could not resist teasing me at our table, "Hey, scarhead, I did not know you had trouble staying on your broom. Maybe you should try for another hobby, like Gobstones or exploding Snap."

I looked up, "Hello, ratface, I was thinking the same about you. Care for Magical Creatures is too dangerous for your weak body. A scratch from a Hippogrif is cured in a minute with us. You, however, have been whining about it for months. Maybe your blood is too Pure. Did your Ancestors marry their Sisters too many times? You better quit Care for Creatures if your body is too feeble, Draco boy."

Silence for ten seconds., Then everyone started laughing, some of the Slytherins chuckled too. "Potter! Twenty points from Griffindor for insulting your fellow student!"

Snape to the rescue! I nodded, "It is good to see you stand up for the weak ones in your House, Sir. I respect that. Draco needs to be sheltered if a scratch needs months to heal."

"Twenty points from Griffindor for slandering a fellow student, Potter!" Raged Snape.

I acted confused, "But Sir! Draco walked for more than two months with his arm in a sling! He could not even play Quidditch. How did I slander that poor boy? I pity him! I hope his mother is not too old to birth another Heir."

"Fifty points from Griffindor and detention until New Year!" fumed Snape. I bet he'd hex me if he could get away with it.

I looked at Draco. "You better go back to your table, or we'll run out of points, Draco. Walk carefully, don't hurt yourself here, or Daddy will have the House elves killed for you."

"Fifty points from Griffindor and another month of detention for questioning House Malfoy's honor!" By now, Snape was foaming mad.

Hermione tugged at my sleeve, "Stop it, Harry, we won't win the house cup if you don't stop."

I patted her arm. "Don't worry, Hermione. The Headmaster will give us a ridiculous amount of points at the end of the year, so we will win the cup anyway. Have faith in the Headmaster, Hermione."

The Claws and the Puffs started protesting. Smith was the loudest: "It is true! Every year they win because the Headmaster favors Potter!"

Another one, a seventh-year Claw, shouted, "Before that, it was Professor Snape who let Slytherin win year after year! When is it our turn?" From both tables came shouts of displeasure about fixed results.

I stood up and protested, "Hey! I can't help it that I am the Headmaster's pet! I did not ask for that at all! Nor did I have a hand in Professor Snape to cuddling the Slytherins, I bet some of them are even embarrassed by it."

"Potter! Twenty points from Griffindor and another month of detention for slander!" Snape was panting from rage, and I bet an inch from using violence.

I turned to Ron and asked, "On how many points are we?"

"Huh? Why do you ask me? Hermione is next to you, she'll know." was the dimwit's response… he was right, though. I should have asked Hermione.

"A hundred sixty points, Harry. You better stop now." Said Hermione without being asked.

I shrugged. "Last year we got over two hundred points, Hermione. We still have some points to spill."

The Headmaster butted in, "That is enough, Harry. Let everyone enjoy their breakfast in peace."

My mayhem demands more. "I will, sir. But, sir, do you remember my last name? You call everyone by their last name except me. It is Potter, Sir. We are not related as far as I know."

"Potter! Twenty points from Griffindor for disrespecting the Headmaster!" That was Snape.

I pointed at Snape. "See? Professor Snape remembers my last name; how hard can it be? Or is your memory starting to slip, Headmaster?"

Hmm, I better quit it. This is starting to get out of hand, and I am twenty points away from two hundred.

"Potter! Fifty points from Griffindor and another month of detention for disrespecting the Headmaster!" Snape again.

Crap! I am at 230 now. Why didn't he stick with twenty? All the Griffs were looking at me now. I calmed them down, "Relax, guys. We won two years in a row. In my first year, we were last, and still, the Headmaster let us win. I have complete confidence we will win this year, too. I bet it is to equalize the winning streak from Slytherin. Maybe in seven years, it is Ravenclaw's turn."

Hmm? No points? Ah, Snape got numb to my comments and sat back down at his table. Well, it was a fun stress reliever.

Xxxxx

Breakfast was almost done when Oliver started nagging, "Harry? What broom did you order? I hope it is not a Cleansweep 280. Their acceleration is not as good as the Nimbus 2001, and they are not as fast in taking turns."

I shook my head. "No, Olly, I am not going to sit on a broom for as long as there are Dementors at Hogwarts. Two attempts on my life are enough, thank you. I am not going to tempt fate to go up there again. Professor Trelawney predicted that I will die this year, and I almost snuffed it last Friday."

Poor Olly blew a fuse. "That can't be! We will lose the Cup if you don't play! I need to win that cup, Harry!"

I shrugged. "Then get rid of those Dementors, Olly. I heard getting your Soul sucked out is not fun, so I don't want to risk it."

From all sides the Griffs were protesting, even Ron was pushing for me to play, I glared at him, "So you don't mind if those Dementors suck my Soul out, as long as I win the Game. Is that it? You have been bickering with Hermione over your rat for months. Now I have to face Dementors for Quidditch? Are you our friend, Ron, or just a tool to get some attention?"

Ron back-paddled, "Hey! I am your friend, mate. It is that Dumbledore will keep those Dementors away from the games. It won't be that bad again."

Still glaring at Ron, I said, "Those Dementors are after me, Ron. Is your Dumbledore going to guard all our training sessions? Six or even eight times a week? I said it and say it again, I am not sitting on a broom again until those Dementors are away from here! You can take my spot. Maybe those Dementors will leave you alone, Ron."

Xxxxx

Hogwarts was bursting from the rumors, the Malfoy line is dying out, the Headmaster is getting senile, Snape is cuddling his Slytherins, and Potter is on strike. Pansy bought it and pampered Draco even more. She suffered from the Nurse syndrome, and Draco became her focus to get him better.

When I walked to our common room after dinner, Katie pulled me into a corridor and guided me to an empty classroom. There she faced me, "Angelina explained it to me, but I need to hear it from you personally. Is it true?"

Quickly, I put my finger on her mouth. "Shush, Katie! There are paintings in this room. They and the house elves report to Dumbledore. Even the ghosts do the same. Let's go to a room without paintings."

Katie gasped and dragged me out of the classroom and into a broom closet after inspecting it. "Tell me, is it true, Harry?"

I nodded. "I'll buy a broom before New Year. If this works, then those Dementors will be gone before Christmas. Our next game is in February; that is plenty of time."

Katie came closer. "What about practice? Are you leaving me out there, alone? Without someone to release my Stiff Problem?"

I chuckled, "Katie, you only have to snap your pretty fingers, and you have ten volunteers to help you out. Besides, you are a year older than me. Is a fourteen-year-old girl that needy?"

Katie protested, "I am fifteen, from last October! And yes, watching The Twins with Angelina and Alicia made me needy too."

I hugged her, "You know that I am thirteen, do you? There are plenty of older boys that want to ease that need."

Katie pulled me closer, "Nope, you are a safe solution. I want to play professional Quidditch after Hogwarts with the Holyhead Harpies if I am lucky. If I take an older boy, they want more than I am willing to give. I am not ready for children or to be a housewife."

My hands started to grope her bum. "Being your stress relief? I can do that!" My hand went under her skirt, and I whispered, "You know, we had some unfinished business from last Saturday. Why don't we finish it right here?"

Katie frowned. "I am not a fan of broom closets, Harry. They are tacky, and the risk of getting caught is too big." She smiled and whispered, "I don't mind finishing that business somewhere else, Harry."

I took her hand and said, "Come with me, I know the perfect place."

Xxxxx

At the dancing Trolls, I said to Katie, "This has to be kept a secret, Katie. Now, imagine the perfect make-out room in your mind while you pace three times before this wall."

We went inside when the door appeared, curious to see what was inside her head. It was a small, cozy room with a fireplace and a big couch in front of it. Some soft music in the background made it romantic.

Katie whistled, "That is exactly how I imagined it, Harry. What is this room?"

I said, without answering her question, "You are not done yet, Kate. Wish for the door to disappear so nobody could come in."

Katie concentrated, and the door went away. "Explain, Harry!"

I grabbed her closer. "This is the Room of Requirement, the secret room of Rowena Ravenclaw. If you pace three times before that wall, this room will turn into anything you think of." I pushed her down on the couch and got on my knees in front of her, "Now, about our unfinished business. There was a pussy that needed my close attention."

Katie giggled, "I am glad you remembered it, Harry. I am all yours now."

I grinned. "Then we start with removing the obstacles like those leggings and panties. Lift your bum, Kate. I'll remove both completely. I want to see what I am doing."

Once the panty got off, I put it in my pocket. When she raised an eyebrow, I commented, "You won't get that back, Katie. It is mine now."

She countered, "Then your boxers are mine. I will give you only one panty as a trophy, or my closet will be empty by the end of the year. Put your hands to work, Potter."

I spread her legs and lifted her skirt to get a better view. Pulling her on the edge of the couch and letting her lean back gave me the optimal view. A dripping wet pussy was in front of me, almost begging for my fingers. Slowly, I started stroking her legs, inch by inch closing in, until I reached my goal.

While I caressed her snatch, I commented: "You are gorgeous, Katie, and that pussy of yours is too. Say, I want to try something; tell me if you like it or not."

In that Old Guy's stories those Harries used Parseltongue on the girls cunts, I have to try that out here. Katie was shocked when she saw my head moving closer and my lips touching her lower lips. Soon, she started moaning, "I like that very much, Harry. Sweet Morgana! I love this!"

Then I started my Parseltongue, §Come for me, pretty bitch! I want to hear you scream for me!§

Katie lost it when my tongue vibrated on her clit and came with a scream that could wake the dead. When she came down from cloud seven, she moaned, "Sweet Morgana's soppy cunt! I never came that hard! Wait? Again? Yes! That is the spot! Put your fingers inside!"

Katie reached a new height two minutes later. Panting, she pulled me up and unbuckled my pants. It was my turn to lose my boxers. She nervously said, "I see you still have that Stiff Problem. It is time for me to deal with it. Sit down, Potter. I never did this before, but you earned it."

Katie sat on her knees between my legs, grabbed little Dude and started stroking it, then she lowered her head and kissed the tip. She opened her mouth and slowly took Little Dude inside. She treated it as a lollipop and bobbed her head up and down. Her hand cupped my balls. That was the moment I had to warn her.

I moaned, "Katie, you are making me explode! Move your head, or I will spray it in your mouth!"

Katie did not stop and got the full load inside her mouth. I would like to say she had to swallow a few times, but it was not even a mouthful.

Her eyes shone when she looked up. "A bit salty, but not as bad as I thought, Harry. If you keep eating my pussy like that, then I will have no problem spoiling your Stiff Problem."

She got serious, "It will not go further than this, Harry. I am not ready to shag, and you won't get a kiss before you learned a mouth cleaning spell."