1 Waking up is a bitch!
When I opened my eyes, my brain got overloaded with memories of a boy. It took some time before I realized these were the memories of a boy named Harry Potter, from his earliest memory until I fell off my broom, surrounded by Dementors.
Wait a fucking moment! Dementors? Fell off my broom? I am a thirteen year old gloomy kid that has a shitty life up till today? I don't have a clue about this world. Am I supposed to be a Wizard? I am toast. On top of this, I have the ancestor of headaches; it is pounding in my head like a wrecking ball... With a naked girl on top?…? Miley?
Where did that come from? Oh fuck, now another set of memories are slamming into my head, this time they are from an Old Guy! I passed out when it became too much to bear.
When I woke up again, I realized I had two sets of memories: one of a thirteen-year-old boy and one of a retired Old Guy. Now, I hope I am that thirteen-year-old kid because that old man was on his deathbed. I have only moments if I am the old guy… I only have a few years if I am Harry!
Wait? Why do I know what will happen to the boy past thirteen? … … A fucking story? I groaned and put my hands on my face. Miley is still wrecking my head with her ball… No sign of hair on my chin, nothing under my nose… I must be the boy.
The background noise became clear; a bunch of kids were yapping around my bed, adding another layer to my headache. I snapped at them, "Will you keep it down, please? I have a splitting headache. What the bloody fuck happened out there? Why did I get mobbed by a swarm of Dementors?"
"Harry! Language!" It was Hermione's voice.
"I don't give a shit about my language, Hermione! Those bloody Dementors almost sucked my soul out of my body, I fell of my broom from ten stories high! I have the right to swear!"
An older voice commented, "This is still a school, Mr. Potter. Watch your language."
I grumbled, "This is a school? It feels more like Azkaban to me. Why did those fucking Dementors attacked me?"
"I said watch your language, Mr. Potter!" came the old voice, Pompfrey's voice. "The Ministry put these Dementors around the school despite our protests. Drink this. It is for your headache."
I sniffed the potion, bad idea! That smells nasty! "You need to drink it, Mr. Potter, not smell at it."
I gulped it down in one go and almost gagged. You would, too, when you know the ingredients that went into that potion. I complained, "Great, a brew of toad spleen, marmot liver, and some more disgusting things, tasting like last week's dishwater and smelling like roadkill from last month. Yummy. Wait… this is a sleeping po…"
Xxxxx
I woke up in the middle of the night. My headache is gone, thank God… no, it is thank Merlin now. Lying on my back, I sifted through my memories. For now, I assume I am Harry Potter who got an extra set of memories of an Old Guy. I'll ignore that I know what will happen this year, and the next, and the next. Let's compare what happened from my memory to what was written in the books.
Ron's rat, Sirius, the World Cup, the Tournament, the pink toad, Dumbledore… I am fucked. Hmm, let me try something. "System? Show Stats? Gacha? Show Inventory! Starters Package? Please?"
Crap, nothing at all. Let's go over my options. Kicking up a storm is useless until I know the intentions of the players. Most of all, the intention of Dumbledore. Evil or Good? Calculating or negligent? I know from the books that he knew I had a hard life with the Dursleys, but how much did he know?
According to Old Guy's memories, Dumbledore knew plenty. He wrote Fan Fiction about me… Damn! That is one horny bastard! Hey! I am twelve in that story! Ah, they got aged to fifteen. I can live with that. Bloody Greengrass? Why her? Last I heard, she froze a seventh year's bits off! A few days after the event, that chap quit school. Besides, rumors says she prefers pussy instead of boners.
Luna who? Ah, that blond Ravenclaw in the second year. Susan Bones… I can use her Aunt… Shagging Hermione? No offense, but she is a nag. She would make night time schedules… See? She does it even in those stories!
Hmm… The Weasleys… Potions? Loyalty and Amortentia? Marriage contract? WTF? Let's see the reasoning. Ah, they are in Dumbledore's pocket to pay for Hogwarts tuition. That is possible.
What happened this year... blow up aunt bitch, done. Meet the Grim, the Knight bus, Fudge, and roam the Alley. Done, done, and done. Almost got kissed on the train, Trelawney, Bogart, Fat Ladies painting, and Quidditch match against the Puffs, falling from my broom and ending up here. All Done! The Whomping Willow pulverizes my Nimbus. A shame, really; it was a good broom.
What is going to happen now? Marauders Map… I have to have that! Then… A FIREBOLT? MINE! Like hell will I allow Flitwick and McGonagall get their paws on it!
Event after event played through my mind; I discovered a lot of irregularities. A lot of stories go over the Godfather Oath, yet Fudge, Hagrid, Flitwick, and McGonagall were talking about it with Rosmerta. Maybe the Oath is optional. I wonder if Pomfrey took a Healer's Oath.
First things first, I am taking Runes and dropping Divinations like yesterday's diapers. Maybe I can do Arithmancy, too. I have to check the course books first to see if it can be done. I also have to test whether my flying skills are still the same. The rest is for later.
Xxxxx
A foul potion in the morning gave my breakfast a bad aftertaste. A bit later, Ron and Hermione walked in. It was Saturday and a Hogsmeade Weekend, so they came to say goodbye, lucky bastards.
I asked Hermione, "Hermione, I'll be stuck here today. Can I borrow your Runes and Arithmancy books? I am thinking of dropping Divination and changing to one of those, maybe both."
Ron protested, "NOOO! You can't leave me behind! I told you it was an easy O on our Owls and Newt!"
I shrugged. "I can't use Divination, Ron. Runes, however, are used in everything. Wards, permanent enchanting is done by engraving Runes. What can I do with Divination? Predict my own death? Or make up some bogus prophecies? Nah, I'll take Runes."
Hermione was glowing with excitement. "I'll get them right away, Harry! I'll be right back!"
Ron grumbled. "We could have so much fun in class. Thanks a lot for abandoning me, mate."
That got me pissed off, "Who is abandoning who, mate? I want to learn something useful. What are you going to do after school? Hire a booth in Knockturn Alley and predict the future of some hags? You could bend forwards and sell your third eye to some blokes to make money, or are you going to stay with Mommy?"
"I'm going to work in the Ministry with my dad!" Ron bit back. " Sons of Department Heads are always hired when they graduate."
I shrugged. "My dad is dead, Ron. I doubt I will be hired. And if I did, as a halfblood, I would be no more than a low-level clerk. So, no thanks. I'll take my chances with Runes. We see each other plenty enough; one class without me won't kill you… Maybe it does! Trelawney will pick you to die next! The Boy Who Lives Sidekick!"
I laughed at his horrified look, "A tragic fate awaits you, a Heroic death! Practice your last dying words, Ron. They will be quoted for eternity!"
Ron sat down on the bed next to mine. "You know what? Maybe you are a Seer. That is exactly what she will do. I'll have to hide behind Neville."
Ten minutes later, a panting Hermione rushed in with her books and a stack of notes: "I brought everything about Runes and Arithmancy along. That way, you will have a better idea of what the course entails. But Harry, are you sure you can handle it? You are not exactly studious."
I shrugged, "I have been tuning my efforts down, Hermione. A bad habit I brought along from Elementary School. Uncle Vernon beat me up if I did better than Dudley. And, girl, Dudley is mighty stupid. I bet Neanderthals are smarter than he is. No, even chimpanzees outsmart him."
Hermione gasped, "Your Uncle beat you for doing better than Dudley? That is child abuse!"
"Nobody cares, Hermione. I told my teachers about it a few times; they shut up about it or got replaced after a few days. By the way, you should leave if you want to catch the carriage to Hogsmeade."
Ron dragged Hermione out and said, "We will bring something back for you."
Xxxxx
Basic Arithmancy looks a lot like Math. I can easily catch up with that. Runes… it is memorizing the different alphabets the first months. I'll have to order the books, and I'm good to go. It gave me something to do. Pomfrey told me to stay one more night.
Every now and then, I get a visitor. Now, my teammates are visiting this poor bloke. Angelina Jones, a smoking hot black beauty, Alicia Spinet, a pretty brunette, and Katie Bell, with black hair and sparkling eyes, are all in the top twenty of Hogwarts beauties. I did not notice it last year, but now, my gaze explored the present company and liked what it saw.
Angelina shook her shoulders, which got everything moving. "Do you approve of what you look at, Harry? It has been ages since you have looked into our eyes."
I nodded, while my eyes were glued to those wiggling boobs. "I like them very much, Angelina. If I must say, all of you have nice pairs. Thanks for the meal."
Alicia slapped the back of my head, "Hey! It is too soon to turn into a perv! I liked the small, innocent Harry! Bring him back!"
I shook my head. "Nope, that ship has sailed. I will admire beauty from now on. I can't help it; it is nature's call. Admit it; the three of you are top-grade knockouts. It made me wish I was a few years older."
Katie stage whispered, "Falling from his broom damaged his brain. We should inform Poppy."
I looked Katie in the eyes, "No, Katie, it shook me awake. From now on, I will appreciate the good things in life... and the pretty things."
Wood disturbed us. I will remember this, you bastard! I had the girls eating out of my hand! Then, the bastard ruined my mood.
He started nagging, "When are you getting out of here, Harry? You are missing crucial training days! Have you ordered a broom yet?"
I frowned. First, he barged into my quality time; now, he is rushing me? "It will take a while, Oliver. Nurse Pomfrey fears permanent damage to my tail bone. There is also a stiff problem close to it. She said massaging it a few times a week will soften it up. I was trying to get the girls to help me out, but you ruined it. Now I have to deal with it myself."
Oliver looked at my body, searching for the 'problem'. "Where is that stiff problem? I'll massage it!"
WTF? Angelina, Alicia, and Katie lost it and laughed out loud. They figured out that I wanted to embarrass them, and it backfired… Big! Each time they looked at my face, it started all over.
Hiccuping, Angelina finally managed to say, "I'll pay to see that, Harry. Take one for the team! Oh, I can't wait to tell Fred and George."
Oliver frowned, not understanding what was so funny. "This is serious, Angelina! If that Stiff Problem hinders his performance, that will ruin our chances for the Cup."
Katie almost peed her knickers: "Haaahahah! Please stop! I can't take it anymore; this is too funny. Come, Olly. We will explain it along the way. Have fun with your problem, Harry!"
A bit later, an unholy scream was heard through the hallways. I shook my head. I did not know Olly was that dense. I better focus on my Runes to keep my head away from my problem.
Xxxxx
Hermione and Ron returned after dinner. Hermione discussed the Runes with me; she was surprised I already memorized Older Futhark and Futhorc. "One more day of study, and you can join our class, Harry! See, Ron? It is easy. You can change too if you want."
Ron shook his head. "No, Hermione. Mum won't allow me to change course. She told me that in August when we bought our books. Stick with what you signed up for she said."
That, and Rune books are expensive. He can't even use Bill's books. The Rune Professor is Babbling, a young, pretty professor who started teaching two years ago. She uses a different set of books than Bill's Professor. It sucks, but the view improved. Ron and I played a game of chess. I could hold myself a bit longer this time. The Old Guy could play it a bit. Combined, we improved our game and made Mr. Chess work for his victory.
"Hermione? Can you owl order those course books for me? There is some money in my trunk. It should be enough for both. You can order a few extra books that you think can help us in our study."
Ron shuddered, "You fell on your head alright, mate. It must be! Or you are bewitched by Hermione! Cancel that spell, Hermione! Turn him back to normal!"
Hermione rolled her eyes, while I chuckled, "Impossible, Ron! I can't escape once she has her hooks in me; it is a lost cause."
Xxxxx
A half hour before curfew, the Griffindor Chasers came back. Katie giggled, "You traumatized Olly, Harry. I doubt you will see him again this weekend."
"Then there is some good coming out of it," I grumbled. That man is obsessed with Quidditch."
Suddenly, I felt a hand under my bed sheet, touching my boxers and working its way in. Alarmed, I looked to my left. Angelina smiled softly and said, "We came to help you with your Stiff Problem, Harry. Mind you, this is a one-time deal, so keep your hands where you won't lose them."
From the right side of the bed, another hand slipped into my boxers. Katie whispered, "I don't mind the hands, Harry. Relax; Alicia is on the lookout. Lift your bum so we can remove the boxers."
Angeline shook her head. "Help me remove the bed sheet first, Kate. I want to see what we are doing, and we avoid stains that way."
A few seconds later, my boxer was down on my knees, and the bed sheet was at my feet. Dude was rock hard by now. Angelina complimented me, "A good size, Harry. I am impressed, your pubic hair is growing fine too."
I groaned. "It won't take long for me to blow, Angie. Two gorgeous girls giving me a hand job; this must be heaven."
I noticed that Katie had her backside turned to me, well within reach of my hand. A bit daring, I stroked her bum. She did not move away; no, she came a bit closer. Therefore, I slipped my hand under her skirt and stroked her panty. In my mind I was picturing Snape buggering Dumbledore to keep myself from erupting.
Katie seems to enjoy my wandering hand, I took a risk, and let my hand slip inside her panty to explore her pussy. I wasn't the only one moaning, my fingers played with her clit while my thumb made its way inside.
"Oh, Morgana! Keep going, Harry!" panted Katie. "Angie! He knows what to do with his fingers. Take over! I am losing control!"
Two black hands are spoiling my Dude while Katie is having a good time from my hand job. It had to end, though; in my mind, Dumbledore could not take it anymore, so I changed the view to Katie. Out of control, I shot my load, of course. Giggling, Angie cleaned it with her wand.
Katie came closer, my other hand moved to her boob, my first boob! And I had my hand in a pussy before that. Too bad there was too much fabric in the way to get a good feel on Katie's tit. When I gave her boob a pinch, Katie lost it and cummed. Angelina looked wide-eyed at the spectacle.
I grinned. "I am not done yet, Katie. Get ready for another round."
Katie moaned, "Give it to me, Harry. Oh Morgana's dripping cunt, this feels so good!"
A minute later, Angie said, "Amazing, it is coming back up! Get ready for round two, Harry."
Katie turned around and whispered in my ear, 'From the front, Harry. Soak my panty! Push your fingers in deep."
"Your wish is my command," I sped up a few nudges, and my mouth searched for a boob, the one my other hand wasn't grabbing.
"Katie, you are such a slut. Open your blouse for improved access, slut." teased Angie.
"Better not. Poppy is on the way!" warned Alicia.
In a few seconds, my Boxer was back on, and the bed sheet covered the indecent parts. Although there was a tent visible. My Dude was still rock hard, and it showed. Katie adjusted her skirt and acted like a proper lady.
"Curfew is in five minutes; you can make it on time if you leave now," said Pomfrey
I bet she isn't fooled at all. The smell lingers, even when you vanish the evidence. Katie kissed me on the cheek, "Good night, Star Seeker, sweet dreams."
Alicia and Angelina waved at me. "Sweet dreams indeed, champion."
When they were gone, I pinched myself to check if I was dreaming or not. Nope, I was not dreaming at all. Angelina gave me a hand job while I gave one to Katie. How awesome is that? I can already tell you that this Harry will have a better time than the Harry from the books.
Now I have a real Stiff Problem.
Xxxxx
The next day, Poppy released me after lunch. Ron and Hermione were in Hogsmeade, so I moved to the seventh floor to search for the dancing Trolls tapestry. It was a ridiculous sight. The Trolls were lifelike. I saw a real one, and they looked the same. The tutu completed the madness.
I paced before the wall, thinking about information about House Potter and Black. At the third pass, a door appeared. Quickly I went inside, the room was small with a bookcase filled with books about the old Houses and a couch. It took a few hours to puzzle it together. The Potters came along with the Romans. It was not clearly documented before that time, so it has at least two thousand years of history.
It is strange, there were several cadet lines with the Potter name. From the seventeen hundreds, we produced only one child per generation. Therefore, the Cadet lines grew apart, and no new ones were made. Almost all of them emigrated to the United States. The Potters helped to build Hogwarts, were present when the Magna Carta was signed, and are one of the founders of the Wizengamot. They also negotiated with the Goblins to start the Gringotts bank.
Most of all, they were leading figures in the Wizarding World. I wonder what caused the downfall. Here I am, an orphan that spent ten years in a cupboard. Who put me there? House Dumbledore, founded in the sixteen hundreds.
That brings me to our ancient Allies. First of all are the Longbottoms. They arrived 1,100 years ago with the Vikings and have been our allies for a thousand years. After them came Bones, Abbot, McMillan, Smith, McKinnon, and Greengrass, the most important ones.
Greengrass went independent two hundred years ago, Smith a hundred years ago. I don't know what went wrong with my Father because he ended up with only Longbottom. Bones and Abbot grouped up. Voldemort eliminated the McKinnons and thinned out the rest.
Hmm, to sum it up, I am alone with a tentative Neville as an ally. I need to get him a new wand and some balls. I have to visit Gringotts to find out what vaults there are for me and how many galleons I have left. The good news is that my seat in the Wizengamot is secure; I just have to kick that patsy from it. I will save the books about Wizarding Customs and the Wizengamot rules for after dinner.
Xxxxx
Olly was quiet at Dinner, still embarrassed over my Stiff Problem. Angelina and Alicia were whispering with the twins, and Katie sat next to me with a happy smile. Ron sat on my other side. I had him in front of me once… never again! A pig has better table manners. Even Hermione gave up on correcting his table habits.
Thank Merlin that the bickering is over. Scabbers, AKA Pettigrew, has been missing for a month and is presumed dead. Ron is still hostile to Croochanks but mainly ignores the cat. Ginny… is sitting with her friends. It seems the holiday in Egypt paid off.
That brings me to McGonagall. I waited until she finished her meal and intercepted her on the way out. "Professor, can I speak with you for a moment?"
"I have a few moments. What is it about, Mr. Potter?" asked McGonagall while we walked out of the Great Hall side by side.
My answer: "I want to change my elective from Divination to Ancient Runes and Arithmancy. Hermione lent me her course books this weekend, and I have no problem understanding them. After two days of study, I am up to date with Runes and close with Arithmancy."
"I see," said McGonagall. She glansed sideways at me, "Your results from last year contradict that, Mr Potter. It was below average, to be honest."
I defended myself, "That was a habit from Elementary School, Professor. Uncle Vernon beat me up every time I did better than my cousin. And Dudley is not very bright."
McGonagall froze up, "Did I hear good? Your uncle beat you up for doing better than your cousin?"
I nodded, "And lock me in my cupboard without dinner, sometimes without breakfast the day after."
McGonagall almost had a heart attack. "Your Cupboard?"
I frowned. "Do not act as if you did not know about it, Professor. My letter from Hogwarts was addressed to my Cupboard under the stairs. I slept there for ten years. After that letter, they moved me to the smallest bedroom."
McGonagall shook her head. "Those letters are sent automatically, Mr. Potter. I honestly did not know, or I would have intervened and taken you away."
I looked puzzled. "I am sure Mrs. Fig had said it to someone. I noticed she has some half-breed Kneazles. So she is a witch or a squib. She often babysat me. She saw the bruises and the rags I was forced to wear. That brings me to this question: Why did you never notice it?"
That was a rant from the Old Guy. She has been teaching for decades; she must have seen the signs. She did not answer it though.
I gave her another shock by asking, "Who put me there? Aunt Petunia mocked me with it, saying that they dropped me on their doorstep like a piece of garbage. Nobody came to check on me to see if I was treated right. Did you know I hated my parents for dying on me? Aunt Petunia told me they were drunk deadbeats who died in a car crash. I did not have a good time there, Professor."
McGonagall, with tears in her eyes, said, "I did not know, Harry. Albus said that you were taken care of, but I honestly did not know. Why are you bringing that up now? Why not when you first came here?"
I shrugged, "Professor, I went from a nobody in a cupboard to a celebrity in a big castle. What was I supposed to say? The Dementor attack woke me up. 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 no fun at all, 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 are we just a tool to get you 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, a pink one, 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 boxer is 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."