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.

6. Chapter 6

Disclaimer:

Mrs. J.K., as always, this Old Guy is two-finger typing this story for free… sometimes I use my thumb on the space bar, so it is three-finger typing. Still for free, though.

Previous:

I groaned, "That means all the major players are like us. Dumbledore is one. By the way he is making Horcruxes, Voldemort is one too. Who else do you think?"

Luna thought for a bit, "MoRon, in your seventh year, when he returns from abandoning you both. Hermione… from the Troll? Or in the Department of Mysteries in your fifth year."

I frowned, "You mean that Hermione is playing her character for two years? How can we test that?"

Luna thought for a bit, "Ask her? It's possible that Katie is one too. Why else would she put out for you? I mean sucking your dick before she lets you touch a boob is pretty radical."

I looked at her, "You are right, so is letting me into your bed. Also, grinding my Dong and showing your tits to me is not typical… as a matter of fact it is your usual behavior, although a bit more dreamy."

I kissed her cheek, "We have to be careful, Luna, if we know what to look for, others will know that too. It is getting late, we'd better sleep on it."

Luna softly asked, "Harry? Can I get a proper kiss? We never had one."

I took her into my arms, "Neither did I, Luna, nor was I curious how the old guy snogged his wife."

Our first snog was a bit clumsy, but we got better at it. An hour later, we fell asleep.

6. Old Allies have their purpose after all.

I woke up with Luna's boob in my hand again. Meh, after yesterday's snogging, I might as well keep my hand on it. Curious, I explored her tit, it was already more than a handful, and going on her moans quite sensitive, especially her nipple. Hey! That nipple is getting hard! Luna must love it because she's pressing her back against my body.

She moaned, "Don't you dare to stop, Potter! You started it, you have to finish it. Do the other one."

I slid my other arm around her and used both hands on her boobs, giving her nipples a good work-out. Luna was not the only one heating up, my Dong was pressed against her bum and was dry humping her ass. I felt it when Luna reached her top, mainly because her hand found its way into my boxers and gave me one too.

Luna sighed, "This was not exactly like I imagined it, but I loved it, Harry. Thank you."

I chuckled, "I should be thanking you, Luna. Let's hit the showers, I am sticky."

Xxxxx

Clean and dry, Luna asked, "How are we going to know if there are others like us? Maybe we are the only ones here."

I shook my head, "I would not count on it, Luna. If there are two, it is very likely that there are more like us. My Old Guy died in 2025. When did yours die?"

Luna searched her memory, "She died in 2017. Why do you ask?"

I explained, "It depends on how old this World is. It is 93 now. The first book came out in 97, but if Dumbledore is one, when did he get those memories? A hundred years ago? When he got the prophecy? Does he know the story? How far did ROB go back in creating this world? I suppose ROB had a hand in it, who else could?"

Luna thought for a bit, "Then maybe Dumbledore and Voldemort are the bosses we have to beat, and we have to search for the players among the students," concluded Luna.

I looked at her strangely, "You think this is a game? No way! I tried everything, from calling my character sheet to my Inventory, even my System. No game here, love."

Luna shook her head, "That was a matter of speech, Hun. This might be the setup of how the story of this World has to develop. Maybe the Ministry Six are ones, or the DA? Katie was in the DA, wasn't she?"

"I'll ask Katie and Hermione today." I decided, then I thought of something, "Dumbledore can't be one, or it is one rotten bastard. The way he ruined my life is too messed up. If he has one, then he is a complete psychopath. So is Voldemort, if he knew the story, then he would have taken a different route."

Luna shuddered, "If this is Hell, it could be, Harry. Although mine did not deserve Hell, did yours?"

I shook my head, "Nope, he was a boring retired construction worker; there was nothing special about him besides his grumpiness. Like I said, I'll ask Katie and Hermione. I hope MoRon isn't one."

Luna giggled, "He could be, he is eating for two. Check the Map, Hun, it is almost time for breakfast."

Xxxxx

When the owls arrived with the Daily Bullshit, the Great Hall buzzed from the comments. Patiently, I waited until Hermione read her paper. I scolded her yesterday for it, so I couldn't rip the paper out of her hands, but I could see that I was the main topic.

Finally, Hermione turned a page and said, "There was an emergency sitting of the Wizengamot yesterday. A group banded together and called Dumbledore out for the way he has been treating you. The accusation of revenge against House Potter from the Quibbler was the last drop, so to speak. Dumbledore lost his Chief Warlock position and his Mugwump position at the ICW, too."

She looked at me, "They could not fire him from Hogwarts, only the board of Governors can. They stripped his Guardianship over you from him, too. Lord Greengrass is your Guardian now."

Crap! The Ice Princess is going to be my sister? When can I file for emancipation? I played it cool, "At least it isn't Malfoy. I wouldn't know how to act like a spoiled brat."

Hermione gasped, "They discussed Sirius Black! According to Harry Potter's letter… You wrote to the Wizengamot?"

I corrected her, "I wrote to the former Potter Alliance members and asked for asylum from my Magic Guardian. They came through for me. Now I owe them a favor."

Hermione speed read, "Madam Bones, the head of the DMLE, investigated Black's case. He was sent to Azkaban without a Trial or Conviction! They can't even arrest him now for escaping from Azkaban. The Dementors will be removed from Hogwarts today, under Dumbledore's and Fudge's Protests? Why would they protest for that?"

I shrugged, "Probably about some pureblood nonsense. Who would cash in if Black dies? Who would gain from it?"

MoRon opened his mouth and sprayed his food, "Malfoy! His Mum is a Black."

I pushed my plate away, "Bloody Hell, MoRon! You just spat your food all over my plate! Can't you be more disgusting? I could wait until you swallowed, you know!"

"Stop calling me MoRon! Harry! The other guys are starting to do the same," he complained.

I shrugged, "You have been calling Luna 'Loony' for years, MoRon, why are you whining about your nickname after a measly day? I bet you are still calling her that, Loony, as in slightly crazy. So, MoRon, as in talking without thinking. Don't insult others if you don't like to be insulted, MoRon, it is called having manners. So is eating with your mouth closed."

Hmm, maybe I am channeling that Old Guy's opinion more than I thought. I have to be careful about what I say and do.

Hermione said, "Oh, Harry! Dumbledore has a restraining order against you. He is forbidden to talk to you or be alone with you in a room."

I grinned, "That is why he is not at breakfast, he is getting Howlers, or he is covering his ass to keep his last job."

Hermione elbowed me and scolded, "Mind your language, Harry, if you criticize Ron for having bad manners, then you have to do it yourself."

I protested, "Hey! Check your dictionary, Missy spell-check. Ass is a proper word maybe the context was wrong, but it is in the books, Hermione."

She huffed, "It is still wrong, Harry. The paper says that they will come to question you about your home situation."

I grinned, "Dumbledore should be more worried about my school situation, don't you think?"

Hermione nodded. "You're right, these last two years weren't normal at all."

At that moment, the doors to the Great Hall slammed open. A woman with a monocle and a set of Aurors came in, followed by a couple, the Greengrasses, due to the resemblance of the woman to Daphne. They went to the Slytherin table while the Monocle visited the Puff table. The Aurors were looking at our table, and finally got their eyes on me.

One of them approached me, "Heir Potter, can you come with us to give a statement?"

Hmm, I have to milk this out. "Certainly, Aurors. But is it possible for me to show you something? You might find that it is connected to this case."

"You have to convince Madam Bones for that, Heir Potter. But I think that would not be a problem," was his answer.

I stood up and whispered in Hermione's ear, "Don't worry, Honey, these are the good guys. It won't be long. Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban will have a different ending."

The look in Hermione's eyes and her gasp tell me she is one. 75% certain she is one. The Auror led me to Madam Bones and said, "Madam Bones, Heir Potter wants to show you something first. He told me it is related to his case."

Lord Greengrass came over, "Good morning, Heir Potter. We answered your plea for asylum and took it before the Wizengamot. I am Lord Greengrass and am appointed as your Guardian from now on. We need you to come with us to be examined at St Mungo's. Then we need to pay a visit to Gringotts."

I made a small bow. "Thank you for your fast response, Lord Greengrass. I am in your debt. But first, I have to show you something important."

Madam Bones spoke up, "Lead the way, Heir Potter, you made us curious."

Xxxxx

They did not expect to be shown a girl's bathroom, as shown by the look on their faces. I showed the sink, "This is the entrance to Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets. Can you search that tap for monitoring spells?"

That was something I picked up from fan fiction: no spells means a moderately nice Dumbledore, a lot of them means he's an Evil one. The Auror cast the spell, "Listening Charm, identification charm, a Notice Me Not, and an alert charm." He reported, "I'll remove them."

I looked at the snake motif on the tap, §Open!§ Slowly, the sink retracted and the passageway opened. §Stairs… Steps... Staircase!§ the slide turned into a spiral staircase. §Light!§ Those were all the things I did not think of a few months back. I stepped aside and let the grown-ups lead the way. I did that, with Lockhart, we shoved him down first.

Four Aurors, Madam Bones, the Greengrass couple, and I went downstairs, §Close!§ I said when I was down. Dumbledore can stay up there. The cave-in was cleared in a minute. The snake skin made them speechless. Finally, we reached the bronze door. §Open for your Lord!§ Meh, I had to try and see if it sticks.

Slowly, the door opened, "Ladies and Lords, behold the Chamber of Secrets!" I announced when I walked inside.

Basi was still in pristine condition, the head Auror pointed at a set of stones, "Those are… Stasis Wardstones. Someone put this basilisk in stasis."

I raised my wand, I have to act fast, or Dumbledore stakes a claim, "I, Harry James Potter, claim the carcass of this basilisk by killing it single-handed to save the students of Hogwarts, So Mote it Be!"

Hah! It worked! Going on the glow, the claim was accepted by Magic! I turned to Lord Greengrass. "I did not put these wards around that basilisk," I said. "The only one who could find this room is Dumbledore; his phoenix was here during that fight."

The head Auror swore, "Dear old Merlin! You killed this monster alone? HOW? I don't see any wounds."

"I stabbed Griffindor's sword in his brain through its mouth. I got hurt by a fang, right through my arm. I was lucky, Fawkes, the phoenix, dropped some tears into the wound."

I looked at Lord Greengrass and asked, "Can someone get this basilisk out of here before Dumbledore steals it? By the look of those stasis Wardstones, he got his own plans for that snake."

Madam Bones smiled Evilly, "That will be no problem, Heir Potter. We developed wards to keep phoenixes out of a room just for that particular phoenix. Dumbledore has a habit of barging in unannounced as if he owns the place. Robarts! Proudfoot! Anti-Phoenix, anti-Apparate, and anti-House-Elf for the whole room, including the tunnel. Make it last for at least two weeks. You know the drill."

Madam Bones said to Lord Greengrass, "You have two weeks to arrange transport for that snake." She turned to me, "Heir Potter, can you explain why you killed this Basilisk? By its size it must be a thousand years. It could have been Slytherin's pet. Why did you disturb it?"

I was happy to answer that, "A shade of Tom Marvolo Riddle possessed Ginny Weasley and took her here last May. We, Ron Weasley and I, went after him with Lockhart. At the snake skin, Lockhart surprised us and tried to Obliviate Ron with Ron's broken wand. That wand malfunctioned and backfired. It made the tunnel cave in. I was the only one on this side and went in alone."

I shrugged, "I killed it with a lot, a very lot of a lot of luck. I almost died."

Lady Greengrass said, "Tom Marvolo Riddle? Never heard of him. How did he possess that girl?"

Now I have to play stupid; I can't say 'Horcrux,' I have to make something up. "He used a diary. Malfoy put that Diary in Ginny's schoolbooks when they were shopping in Diagon Alley, last year."

I held my hand up to stop their questions, "Ginny started to write in that diary and slowly that diary took control of her. Under the control of that Diary, Ginny released that Basilisk in school. Luckily, the victims saw the gaze in a reflection and only got petrified instead of killed."

I shook my head, "Collin Creevy was first to be petrified in November, and had to wait until May, for they were willing to brew the potion to wake him up. Other students got petrified too, all Muggleborns or Halfbloods."

I looked at Lady Greengrass. "Maybe you know Tom Marvolo Riddle by his nickname," I said. "He used to call himself 'I am Lord Voldemort'. It's a silly anagram of his name."

"WHAT?" came from all sides. Madam Bones asked, "How is that possible? How can a Diary possess a girl like that?"

I shrugged, "Voldemort did it with Quirrell two years back, I still have nightmares from killing him."

"WHAT?" I protested, "Hey! It was in self-defense! He tried to kill me first!"

Madam Bones came back to her senses, "This is getting us nowhere, let's do what we meant to do. St. Mungo's first, then Gringotts, followed by a long talk in the DMLE. Cyrus, call an emergency meeting with the Board of Governors tomorrow. It is time we discuss this madhouse."

Xxxxx

On the way out, I activated the map and looked at Hagrid's hut. There is our missing rat! I might as well take him with me. Outside the castle, I said, "I have an important issue. Can someone follow me, please? Only one, or we'll spook him off."

Robarts and I went into Hagrid's hut, I located the jar Scabbers was hiding in and grabbed him by the neck, "Here you are, Scabbers. Look here, I brought someone with me. Mr. Robarts, can you cast the animagus detection spell, please?"

Tadaa! One animagus exposed! Robarts acted quickly and stunned the rat. He asked, "How did you know he was here?"

I showed the map, "This is something my Father made with his friends, it shows everyone on the map. I did not dare to get closer; the Dementors are attracted to me, and the hut was too close to them. I am keeping the Map, though, it is an heirloom."

Robarts conjured a rat cage and put Peter in it. An unbreakable spell made escape impossible. Robarts showed the rat to Bones, "An animagus, Madam Bones. Peter Pettigrew, you can see he is missing a toe. Heir Potter found him in Hagrid's hut."

Too much at once, you say? Nah, now that those Dementors are gone, Peter would know the jig is up and will do a runner to Albania. I could not afford to leave him here. I had to show the map and explain that I had only received it the day before yesterday.

"Enough!" said Madam Bones, "Robarts, take that rat to your office and keep it there out of sight. Heir Potter, come with us outside the gate and we'll apparate to St Mungo's. We had enough surprises today."

Xxxxx

By now, I must have gotten every trope from Fan Fiction. I had it all. Core bound, blood tracker, mind numbing potions, loyalty potions, malnourished, stunted growth, no inoculations, mail ward, house elf ward, you name it, I got it. They freaked out when they examined my scar.

Lord Greengrass swore, "Dumbledore must be a madman, this boy is a walking disaster! I don't understand why he didn't become an obscurus. Healer Fenwick, do all you can. Make an official record of all the issues for me and the DMLE, so we can take them to court with the evidence. Make a copy for Gringotts, too."

Healer Fenwick said, "I will let the wards and the scar be. It's best that the cursebreakers from Gringotts remove them. Especially the Mail Ward, they don't like it when their Mail doesn't reach their destination."

"That is a good suggestion," Said Lord Greengrass, "That will be our next stop."

Xxxxx

I left St Mungo's as a new and improved boy. My Magic felt better. I hate Dumbledore even more. I got my inoculations, both Muggle and Wizarding ones, and have a potion regimen for a month to correct the damage from the Dursleys.

Madam Bones told Lord Greengrass, "Come with the boy to my office when you are done in Gringotts."

Lord Greengrass nodded, "That can take a while, Amelia. Merlin knows what we are about to find out."

Get this, my account manager is called Blooddagger! As in Blooddagger from that Old Guy's Fan Fiction! Is this a joke from ROB?

Lord Greengrass presented my health report from St Mungo's. "As you can see, Dumbledore is acting on an unannounced Blood Feud against House Potter. He broke several core laws by doing that; some of those Laws he broke are from Gringotts. Healer Fenwick let three issues for Gringotts to solve, stating it was a job for a curse breaker."

Blooddagger read the report, "I have been complaining about Dumbledore from the moment Heir Potter turned seven and had to be introduced to Gringotts and its inner structure. They always brushed me off."

He looked at Greengrass, "Too much power in one man is never a good idea. Britain was blindly devoted to that man. But let's focus on Heir Potter, I already called for a Curse breaker, our best."

Hmm? If it is that Granny then I am fucked! That means I am in that Old Guy's Hell! Crap! There she is! "Why are you calling me here for, brat?" was her opening line.

Blooddagger swallowed, "Heir Potter needs your skills, Granny."

Granny looked at me, "So, you finally showed up, Boy?"

I frowned, "I have been here before, Granny, ask Griphook. He took me to a vault with Hagrid on my eleventh birthday. And I have been here last year with the Weasleys to get gold out of my Vault."

Blooddagger cursed, "Neither time was reported to me! I left specific instructions to the tellers and runners to bring you here when you enter the bank. Who was the Goblin last year?"

I shrugged. "He didn't give his name."

Blooddagger pointed at me, "Granny, he has a mail block and a House elf block, and you have to take a look at his scar. Here is his St Mungo's report."

Granny took her dagger out and started waving around me, "I'll read it later, I can make up my own conclusions… Boy? Why in the Great Niffler's name do you have a Soul sliver in that scar?"

"Niffler? Those are those gold-digging gophers, aren't they?" I asked.

That bitch caned me! "Don't mock our religion, Boy! We started wars over that! And you did not answer my question."

I bit back, "How would I know? I have had that scar for as long as I can remember. And stop hitting me!"

"I am taking the boy with me, brat. You handle his finances with Greengrass," were Granny's words while she dragged me out of the room.

Xxxxx

I left Gringotts as a new and improved… no, a richer boy! I connected with my elves, they told me I have a huge Manor and some properties on the continent! Lord Greengrass used the broken treaties to recuperate most of what Dumbledore stole from me, even some of it that he nicked from my Dad.

Removing that Horcrux hurt like a bitch I can tell you.

As a Potter, my name means something to them. As one of the Houses that negotiated the founding of the Bank, Dumbledore is going to experience what happens when he is caught trying to rob me.

At the DMLE, we extracted a lot of Memories for them to review. I had no trouble giving the worst ones, going back to three or four years old. Enough to get Petunia and Vernon a one-way trip to Hell.

I returned at dinner time with Robarts and his team. I went to my spot while Robarts faced the Teachers' table. He looked them one by one in the eyes, "After dinner, all of Hogwarts' professors have to present themselves at St Mungo's for an examination. Failing to do so, St Mungo's will declare you unfit to teach and you will be removed from Hogwarts."

Robarts turned to McGonagall, "That includes the Headmaster, McGonagall. I'll be taking Pomfrey with me. A replacement will arrive shortly. My team will remain here to supervise and maintain order."

He turned and walked to the hospital wing.

Hermione asked me, "What was that all about, Harry?"

I answered out loud, "The healers at St Mungo's were not happy with Pomfrey and Dumbledore for letting petrified people stay petrified that way for months, Hermione. They should have been cured within a week or less. Pomfrey is in deep trouble. So is Dumbledore. The healers suspect that the professors are being drugged; they are facing charges if they are not drugged."

Everyone was listening to me, "What happened last year was unforgivable. Allowing a Basilisk to roam the castle without alerting the Authorities is breaking the laws. It is endangering the students."

Hermione frowned, "What about the Minister arresting Hagrid? They knew!"

I shook my head, "Neither the DMLE nor the Wizengamot knew. It was a single action of Fudge, probably sponsored by Malfoy senior."

Xxxxx

Hermione dragged me into a broom closet. I wanted to make a joke about it, but the wand at my throat prevented it. "What do you know about the Prisoner of Azkaban, Harry?"

I poked my wand to her belly, my phoenix wand, you pervs. "The next one is called the Goblet of Fire, Hermione. Can you name the one after that?"

Hermione studied my face and answered, "You and The Order of The Phoenix, Harry."

I lowered my wand and pushed her wand away from my throat, "Welcome to the club, Honey. Since when did you get that extra set of memories?"

Hermione sighed while she stored her wand away, "When I woke up from being petrified, a few months back. I did not know what to do. Mum and Dad would declare me crazy or pull me out of school. Dumbledore would Obliviate me or worse. I planned to learn as much Magic as possible and catch that rat after Easter. Then I would try to get Sirius free. And you?"

I shrugged, "When I woke up in the Hospital wing last weekend. I managed to clear most of the obstacles. Only the Horcruxes and Dumbledore are left. Nice acting, by the way. Did you get an actress?"

Hermione giggled, "She was a member of the Shakespeare Society, an amateur, though. And you?"

I shrugged, "An old retired construction worker, he wrote a lot of fan fiction stories about us, you know. They paired you a lot with Draco and Snape."

Hermione glared at me, "She read those too, Harry. I bet you loved those Harem stories the most."

I hugged her closer and whispered in her ear, "I did. You were in there a lot of times, too, Hermione. I bet you enjoyed those stories, too. A lot of times, you were the Mistress, ordering the other girls around."

Hermione bit her lower lip; her teeth were not fixed yet. "I can not deny being academically curious, Harry. I read girls my age want to experiment all kinds of stuff."

I nodded, "You want to try some of the stuff from those memories. Was she a kinky one? Shakespeare was a horny one I heard. How old was she when she died?"

Hermione leaned into me and sighed, "She was in her forties, she died in a car accident in 22. And yours?"

I answered, "He died from old age. Luna's from Leukemia in her twenties."

Hermione gasped, "Luna too? Do you know someone else?"

I shook my head, "I suspect Katie Bell. She behaved out of character last weekend. I'm not sure about the rest. So, have you been avoiding eye contact with Snape and Dumbledore?"

Hermione nodded, "I have. It was not easy, you know. Is that why you disappeared every night? To avoid Dumbledore? Where did you go? To the RoR?"

I nodded, "Yep, I showed the room to Katie and Luna too. Luna sleeps there, that is how I found out she has a set of memories like me."

Hermione frowned, "You slept with Luna? She is twelve!"

I protested, "She turned thirteen in October, Hermione, and we did not shag at all." I grinned, "She does not oppose a Harem, Hermione. Wink, wink! Isn't that why girls want to be actors? To stage kiss plenty of men?"

Hermione slapped my arm, "It is not… Yeah, she did."

I pulled her closer and whispered, "Do you want to have your first kiss here or in the RoR? Or are you saving yourself for Won-Won?"

Hermione shook her head, "I had to restrain myself for months from killing that little bastard. All that drama for a stupid rat, it drove me up the wall. I'll have my first kiss in the RoR, Harry. I don't know yet if it is with you."

I shrugged, "Fair enough, Luna got my first kiss. It was that woman's first kiss, too. Do you have memories from that woman, shagging? It must be, she was an actress."

Slowly, Hermione nodded, while blushing furiously, "She experimented a lot when she was young." Then she smiled evilly, "She had a reverse Harem, Harry. She had three men wrapped around her finger. I am curious, how was Katie behaving out of the norm?"

I told her, "Last Sunday, the Griffindor Foxes gave me a hand job. No, Alicia was on the lookout. Angelina told me it was a one-time deal and to keep my hands to myself. Katie said she did not mind my hands at all. So I gave her a hand job, while Angeline gave one to me."

I grinned, "Katie and I finished it in the RoR with a blow job. Parseltongue rocks, by the way."

Hermione gasped, "You went down on Katie? Men did not like to do that from that woman's memory."

I pecked her cheek, "Live and learn, Honey. We better leave or they will think we shagged in here."