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.

8. Chapter 8

Disclaimer:

Mrs. J.K., I am getting out of touch. I've neglected to read the new stories. You can say I am stuck in time… A time-loop, focused on you… Ah, you're not buying it? Meh, what can you do to me? I write this for free and have no money. OK, that sounded better in my head.

Previous:

Sirius took a long look at me and nodded. I told him, "Call on Tapsy, my elves will help you clean your house. And tell your elf that he has to stay away from the Malfoys and Lestranges. Getting you free will be a formality, Padfoot, as long as you don't get caught. Now, be a good dog and return to your home."

Hmm, the dog can listen after all. "Did I miss something? I feel I am forgetting some important stuff."

Hermione shrugged, "Nothing important that can't wait, Harry. We are far ahead in the story, and are almost done with your enemies."

Just before lunch, I got the snakes alone, "Miss Davis, sister, come to the Room of Requirement after dinner. I can already tell you that the Dragon will not roast me, because my name will not come out of that Goblet of Fire. We will be waiting."

Going on the gasps, they got the message loud and clear. They are not alone!

8 More of us!

Daphne gasped, "So it's true? It can't be! Dumbledore and Snape got fired!"

Tracey shook her head, "That story doesn't match reality, Potter. How did you know about it? We never said a word to anyone, not even our parents."

Daphne asked, "Where is that room? We could not find it."

I frowned. Something doesn't add up. "What do you mean by 'so it's true?' or 'where is that room'? You should have found it without a problem. Didn't one of you, or both, receive memories of a past life?"

Daphne looked strangely at me, carefully she revealed one of her secrets, "We did not get those memories, Potter. Astoria did. They were from a young girl who died in 2017 and watched our lives on a set of DVDs, whatever those are. That girl could not remember much from those DVDs, only the major parts, like that Tri-Wizard Tournament and a pink hag in the next."

Tracey added, "When Astoria started to tell us about it, we thought she was a Seer. She predicted the Dementors' and Black's attack on your common room on All Hallows Eve. When she predicted the attack from the Dementors on you on your Quidditch match, we wanted to warn you, but Weasley shielded you from us."

I held my hand up, "This is too sensitive to discuss in a hallway. Actually, we'd better discuss this as soon as possible. Bring Astoria with you to the seventh floor after lunch. I'll guide you to the room."

Xxxxx

We watched the Snake trio going upstairs on the Map. When they reached the sixth floor, I went out and met them. After a slight bow, I said, "Follow me, please."

I heard Astoria whisper, "He doesn't look like Radcliffe at all!"

I opened the door to a cozy room, with Couches in a mix of Griffindor and Slytherin colors, some bookshelves, and a burning fireplace. With a polite doorman bow, I said, "The Room of Requirement, Ladies."

Astoria rushed in and cheered, "Finally, I found it! I was looking at all the wrong places!" Then she turned to me, "You did not follow the movies, Harry. Why not?"

I shrugged, "With all that shit happening to me, why would I let that come about?"

Hermione looked up from her book and yelled, "Harry! Control that construction worker's language! Astoria is only eleven!"

Astoria corrected Hermione, "I'll be twelve in January! But yes, Harry, that was rude of you. Mind your language."

I defended myself, "Hey! You saw the movies! You know what would happen if I did not change it! I have the right to swear on it once or twice. Plug your ears if you don't want to hear it."

I explained to Astoria, "I guess you got those memories last Summer. I got mine last weekend. They are from an old guy who read the books from my Hogwarts years, and he wrote fan fiction stories about my life. Did you read the books?"

Astoria shook her head, "No, she was into bicycle racing, and died in an accident during training. She remembered slipping on a bend in the road and falling onto the sidewalk. The next thing she remembers was entering my body when I was sick last Summer. She didn't read the books; she watched the DVDs while recovering from a fall on her bike… You know? Bicycle racing is dangerous!"

Katie asked, "How old was that girl when she died, Astoria?"

Astoria answered, "I think between twelve and thirteen. I could not understand a word they were saying. I guess she was from Holland or Germany. It sounded a lot like that. I focused on those Movies, they were in English with subtitles."

I sat down on the couch and commented, "That's one more set of memories, and three more girls that know about it."

I looked at Daphne and Tracey, "Here is my dilemma, is this world real? According to those memories, this world emerged from the mind of a Scottish woman. She got Bloo… very rich from it. Or are some Pagan Gods messing with our minds to let those events end differently?"

Daphne groaned, "You suck, Potter! You let us doubt our very existence. I can't accept that this is a story, a Scottish one, even. All those years, a history of millennia are just some lines in a book? Our Magic is fantasy?"

Hermione added, "To Be, or Not To Be? That is the question. Shakespeare had it right; that is a huge question. Are we real?"

Luna commented, "The books or Movies are not real anymore, not after the week we are having. Harry changed it all."

Hermione shook her head, "That doesn't take away all the facts we found out in those memories, Luna. Tom Riddle is Voldemort, he made Horcruxes, Pettigrew was MoRon's pet-rat, Black is a dog and innocent. And Harry did fall from his broom. We have to conclude that those events would have happened if Harry had not changed the course of history."

Katie sighed, "Too bad we don't have an extra set of memories that can give us insight into our world. Astoria's memories are too young and incomplete. We got three more brains to help us out, though."

I raised another topic, "This could not even be a tale from the original story. Blooddagger, my account manager from Gringotts, has the same name as one from a fan fiction story the Old Guy wrote, even the Granny who fixed the blocks I had on my house elves and Mail was from that fan fiction."

Tracey rolled her eyes. "Those names are common, Potter. They get these names after they claimed their first blood. And blood on a dagger is a common thing when you kill something with it. I bet there are a lot of Grannies in Gringotts too. Even I have two of those."

Katie chuckled and teased me, "Disappointed, Harry? Are you sad this is not one of your Old Guy's Harem stories?"

Astoria was puzzled, "What Harem? He married Ginny Weasley and had two boys, James and Albus Severus. That is how the movies ended. There was no Harem. Hermione married that MoRon if I remember it right."

Katie giggled, "That Old Guy in Harry's head wrote a lot of alternative stories about our world. I bet a lot of them had Harems. Tell us, Harry, how many of them had a Harem in it?"

Harry sighed, "In all of them, Katie. He even had one as a toddler. But that is not what we need to talk about now."

Daphne shook her head, "No, Potter. First, explain those toddlers. Was that old man a Pedo?"

I rolled my eyes, "No, he wasn't, all his stories were about him dying, and he wakes up as me, Harry Potter. That story begins when the Old Guy leaves Potter and wakes up in another Potter from a different book. When that Old Guy woke up as a Toddler on Petunia's doorstep, five other girls' memories traveled along into the bodies of their younger selves. They Soul bonded again when they hugged, hence the Harem."

Daphne glared, "Name them, Potter! I don't like that look on your face."

I caved in and named them, "Fine! If you must know, first there was you, then Susan Bones. Tracey came a few hours later, and Hanna Abbot and Luna were the last ones. They came back in time from a Goblet of Fire world. Now, are you happy?"

Tracey shook her head, "No, I am not happy! How would we even end up in your Harem, Potter? That's impossible!"

I shrugged, "Those were stories he wrote, Davis. Don't get your knickers in a twist. Again, if you must know, the plot was not a happy one. Or are the half-bloods here in Slytherin passed around for the pure-bloods' pleasure? That was what happened in that story, Davis. Are you a half blood, Davis?"

Katie giggled, "Harry hooks up with Draco in a lot of them, or with Snape. I read some of those. There was true love in them."

Hermione added, "Astoria married Draco in the books and had a son named Scorpio. She died giving birth, though."

Astoria screamed, "I married that creep? No fucking way!"

I grinned, "Mind your potty mouth, Missy Proper Language."

Astoria raged, "Shove that language where the sun doesn't shine, Potter! Why would I marry that albino prick when he and Pansy are lovey-dovey all of the time? I bet they are sleeping together. I want a divorce!"

"There is no divorce in our world, Tory, you know that," said Daphne.

Astoria had a wild look in her eyes, "I bet I can kill him before the end of this year. Potter told everyone he has a feeble body, so it won't surprise anyone when he trips and falls from the stairs." she almost screamed: "There is no way my Baby is going through life as a Malfoy Scorpion!"

With a mad look on her face, she turned to me, "What do I have to do to get into your Harem, Potter?"

I back-paddled and answered, "Ermm… Maybe wait until I have one?" I looked at the others and asked, "Can I get some help here? Anyone?"

Katie giggled, "You are on your own, Potter. She can be your Lady Potter, and Hermione as Consort Potter. Tracey can be Lady Slytherin, Daphne will be Consort Slytherin, and Luna… Ah! Consort Peverell! Now that I think about it, I am sure I read one of those Old Guys' stories."

I groaned, "That doesn't help us with the present situation. What actions should we take now? What do we need to do to prevent the rise of Voldemort? I am not in the mood for a winter camping trip."

Astoria grumbled, "Getting rid of Malfoy for starters, he can take that Parkinson cow with him."

Hermione commented, "Nothing for now, Harry. This meeting was to connect with Daphne, Tracey, and Astoria and hear about their set of memories. You changed enough, we have to wait and see what will happen."

Daphne pointed at me, "Father told me to teach him our customs and explain the common rules to him. Like the unannounced Blood Feud Dumbledore had on House Potter, and the consequences that came from it."

Hermione was curious. "Harry was told by your Father that it could cause Civil wars,' I don't see how that can escalate to that."

Daphne explained, "Take two families that have a dispute, one Dark aligned and one Light aligned, and they turn it into a feud. The Dark Patriarch kills the Light Patriarch and his wife and kids. You think the Feud is over? Two daughters of the Light Patriarch married into other Light Families. Do you think they will stand to the side when their parents, brothers, and or sisters are killed? They don't take revenge? Then there are friends, Godparents, Uncles, and Aunts. You have a civil war before you know it."

Daphne gave another example, "Why do you think those Death Eaters wore masks? It is to prevent Feuds on their Houses. Even when everyone suspects them, as long as there is no solid proof, a Feud can not be started. In the case of the Death Eaters who were arrested in the first war, You Know Who killed the first family that dared to call for a Feud. They were dead, even before the Wizengamot could allow the Feud to happen."

Daphne pointed out, "When that war ended with the death of your parents, all the Death Eaters were judged and convicted. That way, there was no cause for a Feud. Too many had died to allow more families to die out. Too many families had Death Eaters in them."

Hermione sighed, "And fourteen years later, we end up in the same war, with the same villains and the same issues."

Tracey softened the blow, "Another rule to discourage Feuds is the Right of Conquest. The attacking Lord can lose everything his House has if he fails to kill the last one and gets killed instead."

The rest of the meeting was spent testing the limits of the RoR. Hermione got a braingasm when she saw all those books from the restricted section of the library. So were Daphne and Tracey paging through ancient books.

Katie must have read Old Guy's stories, because she made a beach. It was not fun, it so happens that all Withes have their cycle attuned to the moon cycles. Meaning, the rest of the week is going to be a bloody mess.

I made a practice room with dueling dummies and course books. It was fun after I let the dummies adjust to our age and skill level. Soon, almost everyone was practicing their spells.

Astoria was reading a book by Donatien Alphonse François, Marquis de Sade, a French Noble. 'A thousand ways to cause pain'. That is a promising title for a book. Malfoy better watch his steps, cause Astoria is on a warpath.

Xxxxx

When we entered the Great Hall for dinner, I sat next to Daphne on the Slytherin table. That got the hall buzzing with whispers. I saw Hermione silence MoRon before he could open his mouth, too bad nobody did that for Malfoy.

He loudly questioned me, "What are you doing at our table, Scarhead? Go away! You are dirtying our table by sitting here."

I shrugged, "You know, Rat face, I would have thought that you, as a cunning Slytherin, should have read the school rules. That way, you could find the loopholes or ways to bend them. Those rules, Rat Face, tell us that everyone is free to sit on any of the four tables, as long as the seat is empty and you do not cause problems."

I pointed at Daphne, "This fair, gorgeous, stunningly beautiful Lady is my new Guardian's daughter. Her Father asked her to teach me some manners. I have some manners, but I'm told they're all bad ones. Tell me, Rat face, how can this pretty, handsome, fine young Lady teach me table manners when she sits on the other side of the Hall?"

Daphne rolled her eyes and dryly commented, "By starting to get your elbows from the table, Potter."

I looked at Malfoy, "See? This magnificent, brilliant Queen of the Snakes would need to yell that to me if I sat with the Griffs." Then I pointed at Astoria, "Also, her equally pretty sister, Astoria, inquired what needs to be done for a courtship. However, this is a last resort. It is to prevent albino scorpions. Don't ask, it is complicated."

Another elbow in my ribs told me to shut up. Malfoy did not get the message, though, "Still, you don't belong here, Scarface! You are not one of us, you are an outsider, you will never fit in!"

I shrugged, "I never wanted to be one of the herd, Rat face. Although last year they told me I was the Heir of Slytherin. Maybe I am the Heir after all. I can talk to snakes, have access to the Chamber of Secrets, thanks to your Daddy, and I bet I have a common ancestor. Now that I think of it, I offed that Heir of Slytherin when I was a toddler, so by right of Conquest, I am Lord Slytherin! Or the Heir, whatever comes first."

Flint frowned. "What did Lord Malfoy do to give you access to the Chamber of Secrets, Potter?"

I was happy to rat Malfoy out, and loudly explained, "Well, Mister Flint, Malfoy Senior planted a cursed diary with a firsty. That diary possessed that girl, causing it to open the Chamber of Secrets and letting a Basilisk roam the hallways. That basilisk petrified some students and at last took that girl below to die there."

I grinned, "Being the local Hero, my trusty sidekick, MoRon, and monster hunter, Fraudhart, and I, went after the girl. We got separated, and I had to face the Basilisk alone. After a long, gruesome, shilling fight, I killed the Basilisk."

I got everyone's attention, that turned into horrified expressions when I asked, "Can you guess how many Life Debts I collected that day? All thanks to Daddy Malfoy. Thank him for me, will you, Rat face?"

With his face on stormy weather, a seventh grader, I couldn't come up with his name. He said, "He doesn't have to. Heir Potter, I am sure some of our parents will thank him for that."

I nodded, "As long as he got the message. Now, my Fair Lady, how is the proper way to hold a knife and fork? I heard Rice is a bitch to handle. Auch! OK, I deserved that."

Xxxxx

When we left the Hall, some of them speed walking, Tracey asked me, "Was this supposed to let things cool off, Potter? From my point of view, you put extra coals on the fire and put a lid on the Cauldron. Now we are waiting for the explosion."

Auwa! Someone kicked my shin! I turned around and saw a fuming Astoria, "Thanks a lot, Potter! Now I have to answer questions for the rest of the evening."

I defended myself, "Hey! It was you who asked for a spot in my Harem… Ooops, did I say that out loud?" I looked around, and everyone in a range of twenty feet nodded. I sighed, "We were joking, people! There is no Harem."

Katie's voice came from behind, "Yet! You can apply with Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, and Astoria Greengrass! They are the core members!"

Xxxxx

That evening, the Owlery was almost empty. The next morning, the Hall was swarmed with owls. Twenty minutes later, spells were cast. Suddenly, golden and silver lines connected me with every student who cast the spell to check for a Life Debt.

Nobody finished breakfast, and the Owlery was empty again. I fear Draco will become an orphan today. Or, if he had a brain, he would have owled his Father, like he always does.

Two days later, the Daily Trash reported a mysterious fire that burned Malfoy Mansion to the ground. Luckily, Lord and Lady Malfoy were on a trip on the continent. The investigation is pending.

Poor Draco, he keeps appearing in the Hospital Wing with minor health issues. The question is: Are the Dark kids doing this, or is Astoria taking matters into her own hands?

My ass is not out of the fire, yet. I am receiving death glares from Astoria every time a girl applies for a spot in our Harem. Hermione discards them, while Luna is happy to sort them by age and gender. The Creevy brothers applied, can you believe that? Ah, you can? Yeah, I am a catch, and the potions are starting to do their work… Thanks, but no thanks.

With all the hustle and bustle going on, the professors started to arrive. The side characters first, Hooch, Babbling, and Sinistra, got their minds cleared up and are ready for duty again. Their faces predicted a lot of detentions if we dared to ask questions.

We spent most of our free time in the RoR, Luna and I, the nights too. The threat of Dumbledore is gone, but who can say no to sleeping with a pretty girl? The practice room was used a lot. I needed that. Now that my core was unlocked, the spell damage went through the roof.

Daphne and Hermione tutored Luna and Astoria on the theory of Magic. I coached them with the practical wand courses. For our year, we studied the books and tried out the spells, sometimes with tips from Katie. MoRon you ask? He had a hard time adjusting to his new nickname. He is angry all of the time.

I can cast a Patronus! I've had a lot of happy memories lately, most of them with Katie and Luna. Boy! Those are great memories! Super memories! From the moment the female issues were over, Katie demanded the use of my tongue on her girly bits. Luna was allowed to watch. A threesome is just around the corner, Katie!

Xxxxx

There was good news: the dog was set free and committed to St Mungo's, and he is on the way to a full recovery. And get this! This Hero is nominated for an Order of Merlin First Class! The Wizengamot got to see my memory and is debating on it this very moment! I am the Man!

Katie got a lot more Stiff Problems when she heard it. A reward, she said. Hermione gave her first snog to me, and allowed my hands to cop a feel on her ass, I all that progress.

The bad news? Behold the Firebolt! Paid for myself. Fucking Olly is doubling practice time to catch up on the time I lost this week… Did you ever sit on a broom in November? At six-thirty in the morning? In Scotland? It is pitch dark and bloody cold! Olly's justification? "Quidditch games can last for days, Harry! We have to practice in all weather conditions and at different times of the day."

We fixed that quickly; we took turns asking for a private session, you know, to go over the details. He gave up when I woke him up at 2 o'clock to help me get used to the environment, and kept him awake until it was time for our daily practice. Then the Foxes kept him busy practicing their aim, and the Twins training Olly to dodge multiple bludgers.

Xxxxx

Slowly, we got back to normal, when Kittie was the last one to return. The poor lass, her chances to be Headmistress went the same way as the three-day flushing regime to get all of Dumbledore's potions. She realized that when the Confundus and Obliviate spells were removed… the ones that could be removed, she had some permanent residue that was rooted too deep. Hence, the no chance for Headmistress.

Another one that did not make the cut was caused by my memory of Aragog. It was chilling to the bones to witness two boys enter an Acromantula nest and have a chat with the boss. More so, when the two said boys had to fight their way out of that nest. The horseless carriage scored good points by bringing us to safety.

No screwts next year! I heard he got off the hook because he had Dumbledore's permission to keep them. Last I heard of him, he had a job herding dragons. We have Grubblyplank teaching us.

No Potion or DaDa Professor yet. Yes, I am vindictive, and showed some memories of the way he encouraged Neville to brew a decent potion, or me how to breathe without losing House points. Payback is a bitch Snivilous!

Xxxxx

It was not all fun. In the RoR, we searched for three days for that Tiara. Until I remembered it wasn't on a bust with a wig, but we need to find a bust. The tiara is in a drawer of a nearby cabinet.

In a private room at The Three Broomsticks, we presented the Tiara to my Guardian on the last Hogsmeade weekend of the year, "Lord Greengrass, when Granny removed that Soul sliver, I saw flashes of the locations of other ones. I needed to be sure and searched for the one at Hogwarts. We found this one. I am certain this tiara is one of them. It feels the same as that Diary."

Lord Greengrass studied our faces and asked, "We searched, Harry? You and who else? Did you put my daughter in danger? Tracey too? You have to know that your actions can have consequences. Handling such artifacts can put everyone around you in danger. Promise me that you won't do that again."

I sighed, "I promise, Lord Greengrass. I realize now that I took an unnecessary risk. I should have known better."

Lord Greengrass turned to Daphne and Tracey and gave them part of the blame too, "Both of you are partly responsible too. We have taught you how to handle questionable artifacts, but you didn't. Remember that your lives are more precious to us than any risk or artifact in the world. Famous Tiaras included."

Daphne used her killer weapons: a big hug and puppy eyes. When Tracey helped, they were forgiven. You have to admire their teamwork, Daddy and Uncle, in combination, that Lord Greengrass did not have a defense for.

Lady Greengrass pulled my ear, "Can you explain to me, Harry Potter, why we keep receiving requests from parents to let their daughter join your Harem?"