3. I refuse to play the Game!
I rolled my eyes. "Think you need a book about Grooming and one for Cleaning Spells, Kate. The room will provide."
Katie concentrated, and two books appeared in her hands. "Huh? This is handy. Here, Harry, you need those grooming spells badly. I'll page through the cleaning spells."
This book is priceless! I can finally tame my hair! Ah! Here is the mouthwash… "'Os Meum Properus'!" Man! This feels weird! All the moisture is gone from my mouth! So is the taste of Katie's snatch. Slowly, the saliva production started to fill my mouth again.
Katie turned to me, inspected my mouth, and smelled it. "Now the outside too, Harry. Your lips and cheeks are covered with my juices. First, do that mouth-cleaning spell on me; my face is clean enough."
Grumbling, I paged in my book after serving Katie, there it is! "'Faciem Lavash'!" Tadaa! Here stands… sits a properly cleaned boy! And he learned two important spells!
"Got it, Katie!" I proudly announced, expecting my first snog. Why else do I have to clean my face? I was already mentally preparing myself.
"That's Good," said Katie. "Now the girls won't smell it on you. Let's go to our common room."
A bit disappointed, I asked, "Just to be clear, this is only taking care of our 'Stiff Problem'? No strings attached? I can go after other girls?"
Katie nodded, "Of course. I said I am not ready for a commitment, but that does not mean you can't be. Date anyone you want." She glared at me. "Don't expect a threesome, Harry."
I stood up and pecked her cheek, "Nah, I want you all for myself. Can you open the door, or do you want another round?"
Katie put her book away and stretched out. "No, two times is enough to tide me over. I won't mind once a week, Harry." She pecked my cheek, "I had a great time, Harry. It was better than I expected."
Xxxxx
When we entered our common room, I spotted Ron. He behaved strangely… stranger than normal. He was discussing with Dean Thomas that Griffindors are equally evil as Slytherin and can not be trusted! Only Dumbledore can save the world! We should all listen to him!
The Twins came closer. Fred said, "He has been like that from the moment we came here from dinner. Suddenly, he hates Griffindors as bad as Slytherins."
Crap! Those Elves must have misunderstood me and gave Ron the potions meant for all the Heirs in school! This needs damage control.
I groaned. "Guys, this may be my fault. I asked the house elves to put any potion meant for me into Ron's food. I think the elves misunderstood and gave Ron the potions meant for every Heir in school!" I said to them. "Get him a flushing potion. I bet you have a few in your trunk. I'll go to the kitchen to set things straight." I will… After I put a fresh boxer on, it feels weird to go commando style.
George got serious, "You owe us one, Potter! Drugging Ron… Yeah, it is kind of funny."
Xxxxx
I entered the Kitchen and spotted Hoggy. I asked him, "Elder Hoggy? Did you give Ron Weasley all the potions meant for the Heirs?"
Hoggy nodded, "Founders forbid potioning Heirs, we be putting it in Weasley boy's food."
I shook my head. "It is a bit too much for one boy to handle, Elder Hoggy. Why don't you put the potions in a cup or plate and not serve them to the students? That way, you have put the potion in our food, obeying the headmaster, and not serving it is obeying the Founder's Law."
Hoggy's face cleared up, "We do as Master Potter ask. We's be protecting the Heirs from old Whiskers."
This solution will not last; once Dumbledore finds out, he will find another way to mess with our heads.
Xxxxx
Back in our common room, Angelina and Alicia pulled me aside. Alicia softly teased, "We heard good things about you, Harry. Katie is singing your praises so hard that it makes us jealous. Is there any chance you can teach the Twins Parseltongue?"
I whispered, "You can substitute the tongue with a vibrating finger. It must not be that hard to find a spell for that. Imagine, two or three vibrating fingers in your pussy and a vibrating thumb on your clit. You'll be screaming to Morgana within a minute."
Angelina's eyes glazed over, then she looked at Alicia, "Come, we have research to do in the Library. Thanks for the tip, Harry!"
I sat down next to Hermione, took Croochanks on my lap, and asked, "Hey, Hermione, can I sit next to you in the Rune class? When do you think my course books will arrive?"
Hermione looked up from her homework. "It will take a few weekdays, Harry, tomorrow or the day after. Of course you can sit next to me. And the day after tomorrow at Arithmancy, too. Do you know why Ron acted that way? He was completely out of his mind."
I shook my head while scratching a purring Croochanks behind his ears. "You better don't break your pretty head over it. The Twins have it under control. Can I copy your schedule?"
Hermione blushed at the pretty head compliment, "There is no need to copy it, Harry. Tomorrow, Ancient Runes two hours before lunch, and the day after, Arithmancy just after Lunch."
Let's mess with her head. "Tomorrow, two hours before lunch is Divination, Hermione. How could you be at Ancient Runes while you are at Divination?"
Hermione's blush got deeper. Bright red, she said, "I have my ways, Harry. But I am planning to quit that course. As you said, the only thing she is predicting is your death."
I patted her knee. "I don't know, Hermione. I heard that duplicating yourself can be dangerous. Promise me to be careful, will you? You are my best friend, and I hate to lose you."
The conflict was written on her face. She was lying to her best friend! I helped her out: "Relax, Hermione. I bet it was something you discussed with Professor McGonagall, and she let you swear secrecy. I know you will tell me when you are allowed."
Hermione kept blushing, maybe because my hand rested on her knee while my thumb made small circles. I better stop before she flips out. I patted Croochanks. "Hey Croochanks, did you catch any rats lately? You know, in the old days, such cats were highly sought-after. Rattlers they called them, a lot of them went traveling on ships to kill the rats. You are a Hero, Croochanks. I hope Scabbers did not give you any indigestion. He was old and sick. I bet he tasted bad."
Unsure, Hermione asked, "You are not mad that Ron lost Scabbers, Harry?"
I shook my head while I stroked Croochanks under his chin, amplifying the purring. "Why should I? Cats hunt mice and rats; that is why we domesticated them. Besides, rats are the worst pets you could have. They pee all of the time. The wild rats do that to mark their route to find their way back home. Also, when they are eating food, they shit to make room for more food. It doesn't matter for wild rats, but Ron often kept Scabbers in his pocket."
I looked at Hermione's disgusted face. "Not to forget, the fleas on black rats were responsible for the Black Plague in 1346. I tolerated Scabbers because of Ron, but that does not mean I liked that rodent."
I looked at Croochanks and added, "I am not fond of cats either."
Hermione was puzzled and asked, "Why not, Harry? They are such adorable pets."
I shook my head. "At my aunt's, when I was forced to work in the garden, the neighbor's cats were all lazing in the sun. It made me jealous. Often, those cats messed up my freshly planted flowerbed to do their business. You know, they dig a hole and drop a load, then cover it up. Mrs. Fig has a lot of cats."
I took her book on Runes and started to study. Hermione smiled brightly, her Harry took a book in his hands without being told! This memory could produce a Patronus!
Xxxxx
Runes! We entered the classroom. I followed Hermione to her usual spot, in front of the teacher, of course. Babbling came in, and she frowned when she saw me. "Mr. Potter? Why are you here?"
I answered, "I discussed last Sunday with Professor McGonagall to change Divination with Ancient Runes, Professor. Rest assured, Hermione said that I was up to date with the course. I already memorized the Older Futharc and the Saxon's Futhorc, which we were supposed to know. And I started on the younger Futharc."
Babbling looked through her papers, "Strange, she did not give me a note about it." She put the papers aside. "Well, you are here, and it is even possible to change your course in your fourth year, so welcome to Ancient Runes, Mr. Potter."
It was an interesting class, and the company was interesting, too. There were a lot of Ravenclaws, a few Puffs, mostly the Heirs, a bunch of Slytherins, Feeble Draco included, and two Griffindors. Hmm, why isn't Neville in this class? Even Dumb and Dumber are here!
At the end of class, on my way out, I addressed Greengrass: "Heiress Greengrass, may I ask a question?"
Daphne turned to me, "What is it about, Heir Potter?"
I asked, "When House Greengrass left the Potter Alliance two hundred years ago, was it with slamming doors or with a mutual agreement?"
Daphne asked, "Why do you not know that? Almost everyone knows that."
I shrugged. "I grew up with my muggle relatives. They were not fond of Magic. Nobody taught me anything about the Wizarding World. I read a book on the old Families last Sunday about House Potter. I am just Curious."
Daphne studied my face and answered, "To get a hereditary seat in the Wizengamot, we entered a five-hundred-year alliance with Houses Potter and Longbottom. Two hundred years ago, that period ended, and we parted ways on friendly terms. Does that answer satisfy you, Heir Potter?"
I nodded. "It does. Thank you, Heiress Greengrass. It also means I have a lot to learn about our society."
Daphne frowned, "That is the task of your Magical Guardian or your proxy of your Wizengamot seat."
"I don't know who my Guardian or that proxy is up to now." I admitted, "I never received mail until my Hogwarts letter came. Even now I only receive letters from my close friends. Someone is tampering with my mail."
Greengrass walked away, "Then you must hurry to set things straight, Potter, before you are out of money and home."
I looked at Hermione. "I am going to kill Dumbledore. That old bastard is ruining my life."
Hermione gasped, "Harry! That can't be! He is the leader of the light!"
I shook my head. "He is the one who forces me to return to my relatives each summer. Whatever his plans are for me, they are not in my favor. Come, I am hungry."
A lot of Heirs listened in on my conversation. I bet they will send an owl home with that information… or not. Dumbledore could have tampered with their mail too… Yeah, no doubt about that. I have to find a way to get my mail out without him knowing it. Hedwig is out. Now that I think about it, a gift from Hagrid? A foreign owl that stands out like a Pureblood Wizard in a group of Muggles? Old Guy suspected that Hedwig was trained to let Dumbledore read the mail first.
This book should be named The Prisoner of Hogkaban.
Xxxxx
Ron looked gloomy at the table. "Thanks a lot, mate. Trelawney saw the Grim breaking my leg, and my pet is going to run away to Albania. Of all the countries, why Albania? Then she told me the Minister will visit me in the hospital wing. Barmy, I tell you, she is completely bonkers!"
I had to think about that. Maybe there is some truth in her predictions… nah, that will not happen. I patted his back. "That is the fate of the hero's sidekick, Ron. In every legend, one of the sidekicks has to die for the dramatic effect. Sorry, mate, you have to take one for the team."
Ron protested, "Hey! Why can't Hermione be that sidekick? Why does it have to be me?"
I looked at him, then at Hermione, and shook my head. "Sorry mate, it has to be you. Look at Hermione, and imagine a few years of growth on her. She is going to be a sexy bombshell in a few years. The Heroes in every story are going to live happily ever after with their princess; and Hermione fits the bill."
Hermione blushed, while Ron scoffed, "Hermione sexy? A bombshell, whatever a bombshell is? Pull another one, please! There are dozens of girls prettier than her! Hundreds!"
Hermione's expression changed, and tears got in her eyes. I held her arm before she had a chance to stand up and rush out. Then I slapped the back of Ron's head, "And that is why you will end up as a single, low-level Ministry clerk, Ron! First, you have no manners… at all! Your insensitive comments hurt everyone around you. What would you feel when I say that you have the manners of a pig and eat like one? That you are a stupid baboon, that you are a blind, retarded idiot that deserves a kick in the ass?"
Ron protested, "Hey! What is wrong with what I said? Isn't it the truth?"
I looked at him. "You know? I wonder why I am still friends with you. You have the habit of insulting Hermione worse than Malfoy does. What ever did she do to you for you to treat her like that? You better change, Ron, or you can look for two new friends."
I turned to Hermione, "Don't listen to that idiot again, Hermione. He only has two brain cells: one focused on shoveling food in his mouth and the other on playing chess. His mum skipped him when she taught her kids proper manners."
Ron stood up, fuming. "What did you just say?"
I replied coolly, "Oh? It is fine for you to insult everyone, but you get mad when they do it to you? How does it feel, Ron? How do you think Hermione feels?"
Fred spoke up, "Harry is right, Ron. You were way out of line with Hermione. Sit down and shove some food into your mouth."
Ron stormed out without taking a bite. I patted Hermione on her back, "Ignore the baboon, Hermione. In a few years, everyone will drool over you. No, it will be next year! Everyone's jaw will drop on the floor when they see the real Hermione. Let's eat. We have Transfigurations next. I hope that cat is in a good mood."
When we walked out of the Great Hall, I told the Twins, "You know, these last months Ron was cruel to Hermione over a stupid rat. He better shape up, because between him and Hermione… he doesn't stand a chance."
George sighed. "What Percy and Ron see in that rat is a mystery. If he kept it in his cage it would not have run off. It is his own fault he lost Scabbers. You are right about Ron, he doesn't have manners or tact. We will talk to him."
Xxxxx
At the end of Transfiguration, I asked McGonagall, "Professor? Did you notify Professor Babbling and Professor Vectra that I changed electives?"
McGonagall looked at me strangely. "When did you change your electives, Mr Potter? Why would you change your electives? Your test results are below par. Runes and Arithmancy are too difficult for you."
I silently swore, with a friend like that, who needs an enemy? "We discussed that last Sunday, Professor. I suggest a visit to St Mungo's to let them try to reverse that Obliviate spell. Maybe you remember me telling you that I lived in a cupboard under the stairs with my relatives and that Dumbledore repeatedly used Legilimence on me. It seems to me he is good at memory spells too."
I turned around and left. If she is stupid enough to confront Dumbledore again, then there is no hope. I will probably forget it, too. I have to write some letters before I get mind-whammed. Why am I not Obliviated? Is it so that Dumbledore is rubbing it in that he can get away with everything? To prove resistance is futile? There is no escape?
Xxxxx
By the time for dinner, I had a stack of letters in my pocket. Now I have to find a way to get them out of the castle… the Twins? If they are in Dumbledore's pocket then I am fucked. They are the only ones who can leave the castle, though.
I held them back and presented my letters. "Masters of Mischief, I have these letters that need to go out without Dumbledore reading them. Can you post them in Hogsmeade? It pays five Galleons and an extra Galleon to pay for the owls."
Fred gladly accepted my Galleons. "Consider it done, Junior Marauder. Oh, thank you for that suggestion you made to Angelina. It made a world of difference."
I grinned, "Make certain that there are no paintings around, or Ghosts. They report everything to Dumbledore, and that would make a juicy gossip."
By the look on their faces, that ship has sailed. I wonder how those paintings will describe it to Dumbledore. Fred and George's Magic Fingers exploring Angelina's and Alicia's snatches is a good Hentai story.
At the dinner table, Ron made an effort to eat with a knife and fork. He even used a napkin! I scanned the hall for possible allies. Smith is a pompous ass, so are McMillan and Goldstein. I discard the Slytherin table with the exception of Greengrass, maybe Zabini? Micheal Corner, perhaps… The Puffs? They were hysterical last year, thinking I was the Heir of Slytherin.
The Ravenclaws… Padma Patil, Lisa Turpin... Maybe I have to look at the older ones, Edgecombe, Chang… Man, it is weird that I know so few of them. I have to change that, or I am going to have to face Tom alone.
Crap! There is Olly with a folder of Quality Quidditch Supplies. "Harry! You are missing your practices! You will lose your edge! Please buy a broom! The Nimbus 2001 is on promotion! See? 30% off!"
I shook my head. "Nope, Oliver. Those Dementors are after me. If I join your practice, then I am endangering all of you. Two times they attacked me; third time's a charm, they say, so thanks but no thanks."
I pointed to another part of the folder: "Besides, the Nimbus company can't get rid of the 2001. They may be faster in a straight line, but even the 2000 is better at maneuvering. That, and the Firebolt is completely dominating the Nimbus. It cost an arm and a leg, though."
Katie spoke up, "The Harpies have Firebolts! They are whooping everyone's bum with it in the league. Gwennog Jones said that it was the best broom she had between her legs!"
Olly shook his head. "Katie, a Firebolt is not ideal for a keeper; a Comet 280 is best for us. A steady broom… stop distracting me, Kate! Harry! If the Ravenclaws win from Hufflepuff, then we still have a chance to win the cup!"
Flint's voice came from the Slytherin table, "Comet 280 sucks for a Keeper, Wood any Quidditch player that knows about brooms know that! A Cleansweep 320 is for keepers. That Comet 280 is bearably suited for Beaters. And that cup will be ours!"
Olly glared at Flint, "In your dreams, Flint! What do you know about Comets, Flint? Does your dad have shares in the Cleansweep company? Any Quidditch player that wants a Cleansweep is flying for the Chudley Cannons."
Ron protested, "Hey! That is… they do fly on Cleansweeps. Never mind."
Cedric Diggory commented, "I want a Firebolt between my legs."
I chuckled. "I bet half of the sixth-year girls want Diggory between their legs." Oops, that comment was too loud. A five-second pause, and the Hall roared from laughter.
"Potter! Twenty points from Griffindor for indecent behavior!" That was Snape, by the way.
Xxxxx
On the way out, I walked next to Luna Lovegood. "Miss Lovegood, I heard your Father owns the Quibbler. What do I have to do to get an interview with me printed?"
Luna looked sideways at me and asked, "Are you serious or making fun of me?"
I shook my head. "Oh, I am serious, Miss Lovegood. Nobody interviewed me, and yet they are writing stories about me and my life. I would never make fun of you."
Luna studied my face. "Come with me. I have to get my quill and parchment."
I waited outside the common room for Luna. Curious, I used that knocker to hear its question: "Who can enter, and who has to stay out?"
I grinned. I know the answer! "Ravenclaws can enter, but Griffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Slytherins have to stay out. I answered correctly. Can I enter now?"
The nob got confused, "Yes… No! The answer is correct! No! You can not enter! GO AWAY!"
"Our Fat Lady is friendlier, if you must know." I complained, "You are a rude knob."
Luna appeared with her writing material. "Let's find a quiet place."
I felt sorry for what she was going through in Ravenclaw and said, "I know the ideal place."
At the Dancing Trolls, I told her, "This is Rowena's Secret Room, Miss Lovegood. Only two people know about it; now you know it too."
Luna was puzzled. "Where is the door, Mr. Potter?"
I smiled and answered while pacing in front of the wall. "Call me Harry, Miss Lovegood. For the door… Tadaa!"
I imagined a small study with a desk and chairs, a bookcase, some couches and a fireplace. I led Luna inside and pointed at the door that vanished. "If you want privacy, you can let the door go away."
More seriously, I said to her, "This room can be anything you want it to be, a library, a forest, or a bedroom. I know they are bullying you, so this can be your refuge. Hmm, I'll give you control over the room. Try it out."
Luna concentrated, and suddenly, we were standing in a room that clearly was her bedroom. Then we were outside in front of a round tower. The Rookery. Next was a big library. She nodded. "I will like it here, Harry. You can call me Luna."
I nodded at her and asked, "Well, Luna, can you make this room so that I can enter it too if you are using it for something other than sleeping and bathing? By the look on your face, this will be your favorite place. Sometimes, I want to research a spell or relax for a bit."
Luna smiled gently, "You are always welcome here, Harry. Let's start your Interview."
Xxxxx
At curfew, when I entered the common room, I knew I had missed something… Snape's detention. Meh, I'll pretend that I was Obliviated.
4 Detentions?
I knew I was in trouble the moment I entered the common room. How, you ask? Minnie was waiting for me. From the look on her face, she was not a happy Cat.
"Mister Potter! Where have you been? We tried to find you all evening!" raged McGonagall.
I frowned. "Professor, after dinner until curfew is our free time to do our homework and study. If you must know, I never left the castle," was my answer. "Why did you try to find me, if I may ask?" I had to play the ignorant card to get out of this.
McGonagall glared at me, "You were supposed to be in detention with Professor Snape this evening, Mr Potter. You have Detention with him until the end of February!"
I shook my head. "Professor, you are telling me that a Professor can dish out more than three months' worth of detentions in less than ten minutes? Who did I kill? Who did I rape? I am getting tired of the treatment I am getting here."
I looked around and called out, "Whenever did Malfoy get points deducted or detentions when he was insulting us at our table? Who did not even protest those ridiculous points and detentions I got from Professor Snape?"
I glared at McGonagall. "To me, Professor Snape is a better head of house than you, Professor McGonagall. When are you going to stand up for us? Stand up for me? As long as I am on that broom and win Quidditch games for you, they can do everything they want with me. Is that it?"
Students shouted their support for me from all sides. McGonagall was imitating a fish; she did not expect me to fight back.
I added, "If I have to spend one minute of those unfair detentions, then I am transferring to another school. I heard Ilvermorny is a good one. This school has too many Dementors and incompetent teachers."
"Mr Potter! There are no incompetent teachers at Hogwarts!" refuted McGonagall.
Now, everyone was laughing out loud; even Hermione cracked a smile. That surprised McGonagall. Uncertain, she looked around. Everyone was mocking her! Even the firsties!
I stopped laughing and started to name them. "Really, Professor? Do you remember Quirrell? With his fake stutter, nobody understood him, but on Hallows Eve, he could shout without one stutter that there was a Troll in the Dungeon. Tell me, Professor McGonagall, what incompetent Headmaster sent the Puffs and the Snakes to that Dungeon? What incompetent Professors allowed the Puffs and the Snakes to leave the Great Hall for that Dungeon?"
Gasps all around! Even after two years, they did not think of that? Are they brain-dead? Or they are filled to the gills with forgetfulness potions.
Hah, I am on a roll! "Professor, who sent four students into the Forbidden Forest after curfew as punishment for being caught after curfew? To look for poachers who were killing Unicorns. Yes, that was you."
I pushed harder, "Best of all, Professor, can you explain to us why Neville has Snape as his Bogart? Why is a student so afraid of a Professor that he turned into his Bogart? Why haven't you fired that incompetent twat? Nobody complained to you about that creep? Is it not one of your tasks to make sure the Professors do their Job properly?"
Students supported me from all sides. Some sixth-year students added, "I quit potions because of him! I could not stand two more years with him. I can't be a healer or Auror because of him."
I shook my head. "Who stood by and let Snape take all those points and detentions and let it happen? Is Snape going to be the next Headmaster? A Death Eater who turned his coat? By the way he acts, he did not turn that coat at all."
Xxxxx
I turned and went to bed. An hour later, when everyone was asleep, I sneaked outside and went to the RoR. I made too much noise not to be Obliviated by Dumbledore in my sleep. I paced three times in front of the wall and entered the room. Hmm? I did not imagine my bed like Luna's bed… room?
Unsure, I asked, "Luna? Why did you let me in? I said not to when you are sleeping or bathing."
Luna sat up and answered, "I imagined granting you access for when it was needed. The room must have thought it was needed." Luna concentrated, and the bed expanded. She smiled. "Come, the bed's big enough."
I frowned. "Would it not be better if you imagine another bed?"
Luna shook her head. " I couldn't. Then it would not be my room anymore. I want it to be my room this first night." She smiled innocently. "I promise that I won't do anything."
That is reassuring; my chastity is safe! I shrugged, stripped to my boxers, and crawled between the sheets. The bed was big enough, so no harm was done. "Good night, Luna." She replied, "Sleep well, Harry."
Ten minutes later, Luna shifted closer and snuggled up to my backside. That girl has at least a nightgown on. Still, that girl is too innocent or too sneaky for her own good. Either way, I'll lose. Meh, I am sleepy, and it was she who let me into her bed. It felt nice to be hugged, though.
Xxxxx
The next morning, we woke up in a compromising position; this time, I was spooning Luna. My arm was around her belly, and my hand was on a safe spot, thank Merlin.
Luna snuggled closer. "I never slept better in years. Thank you, Harry. We should do this more often."
I groaned. "Luna, we are thirteen. Isn't it a bit too soon for us to sleep together? Although I never had such a good night's sleep either."
Luna shrugged, "We sleep together, Harry, nothing else. Daddy said that I have to be at least twenty to do married stuff… What is poking at my bum?"
I got out of my bed, "That was married stuff poking you, Luna. Ask the room for showers, please."
Without a care, Luna stepped out of bed and concentrated. A shower appeared on the side. I looked around to search for mine… "Luna? Where is my shower?"
Luna pointed at her shower, "Here, silly. It is OK, Harry. I went to the shower all the time with my Mommy and Daddy. It is big enough for two." She dropped her nightgown and entered the shower.
Dudley never did that! But then again, there was no room for someone else when he showered. He needed the whole booth. Well, Luna invited me into the shower; she could wash my back.
The RoR was very accommodating. Luna imagined that our clothes were clean again, and tadaa! Our clothes were crisp and clean! Luna gave me a last hug. "I had the best night in years, Harry. Thank you."
I hugged her back. "Thank you, Luna. I had a good night, too. Now, imagine that the doors appear close to our dorms. One for each. That way, we won't get caught."
Luna concentrated. Two doors appeared. "Bye, Harry, see you tonight."
Huh? Was this not a one-time deal? Oh, probably not. I am not safe in my bed. Dumbles will mind-whammy me in my sleep. Well, I am clean and have showered, so I might as well go to breakfast.
Xxxxx
The rumor mill was working overtime at breakfast. My rant at McGonagall was discussed at all the tables, and voices in my support came from all the tables. There was not a lot from Slytherin, but it was there. The Troll in the Dungeon especially messed with their minds. It baffled their minds so much that they went to the Dungeon without protesting.
At the end of breakfast, the Puffs and the Snakes were in an uproar. I might have let it slip that the Headmaster can order the house-elves to put potions in our food and drinks to obey him.
McGonagall came to my table, 'Mr. Potter, where were you last night?"
I looked up. "In bed, Professor." I turned to my roommates, "Did any of you see me in bed last night? Did any of you report that I was out of bed?"
Dean Thomas answered, "Harry, you were in bed when we went to sleep; neither of us reported a thing. You were out of bed when we woke up, as always."
I looked at McGonagall. "I was in bed; you even saw me leave for my bed, Professor. Who told you otherwise? I hope it wasn't someone who gets a kick out of watching sleeping minors."
Without a word, she turned and left. Hermione, who sat next to me, asked, "What was that all about, Harry?"
I shrugged and softly answered, "I made too many waves yesterday, Hermione. A sleeping boy is an easy target to Obliviate. I hid myself last night. McGonagall asking where I slept is proof that someone was in our bedroom looking for me."
Hermione gasped, "That can't be! How do you know someone wants to Obliviate you?"
I answered, "When I asked Professor McGonagall to change my electives, I told her about my relatives. She went with me to the Headmaster to complain about it. The day after, she did not remember that I had asked to change my electives. Nor did she mention my home situation, something Dumbledore is responsible for. Ah, my books are here."
An owl landed in front of me with a shrunken stack of books… twelve of them! I looked sideways at Hermione with a question in my eyes. Shyly, she said, "You told me to add books that could help us in our studies. These are not in the library, and our course books sometimes refer to them."
I patted her knee. "If you think we need them, then it's money well spent, Hermione."
Relieved, Hermione sighed, "Thank you, Harry. I was a bit worried because I ordered so many, but they're useful."
Xxxxx
Goody, Potions with the bat. I gathered the boys, "Dean, Seamus, Neville, Ron, today I want to prove that Snape can see our memories and knows what we think. It is called Legilimency and is illegal. Two to five years in Azkaban."
Ron swore, then he asked, "How are we going to prove that, Harry?"
I grinned. "Simple. Every time he looks into your eyes, start yelling insults at him in your head. Just scream what you think about him. His actions will prove whether he does it or not."
Some of the girls heard me talk about it, and Parvati had doubts. "Are you sure, Harry? If you get caught doing that, it means Azkaban. Dad taught us Occlumency to prevent that."
I nodded. "He can use passive Legilimency. It brushes your mind and stops if you have defenses against it." I said to Lavender, "Imagine he sees your memory of you in the shower or Dean on the toilet bowl."
Dean paled. "I'll be yelling in my mind, Harry. If that creep can watch me wank, ugh!"
Ron asked, "What is wanking?"
I saw Neville's face, and he didn't have a clue either. Dean rolled his eyes. "I'll explain after dinner, or you can ask your brothers."
Ron grumbled. "They never tell me anything."
Xxxxx
In the classroom, everytime Snape looked in my eyes I yelled {Get out of my mind you fucker! Go kill some kids, you fucking Death Eater! No wonder you are not married! Who wants a creep like you!}
Those were the nice words I shouted at him. I saw he heard me and the others. His mood darkened when even Neville was doing it. We lost two hundred points in that class.
At lunch, the Griffs were protesting after we explained what we had done. The other tables overheard our explanation and decided to do the same. Hah take that asshole! He can't even let it show that he knows anything about it without admitting he does it.
A delegation, led by Percy, went to the head table to protest against the unfair points. Dumbledore has the utmost trust in Professor Snape, of course. I yelled, "Hey, Percy! The Headmaster can do Legilimency, too! He taught Snape… Oh, sorry, Professor Snape."
That shook everyone up. Now they trusted no one anymore.
Xxxxx
In the meantime, all the old members of the Potter-Longbottom Alliance received a letter. The content was the same for everyone: a two-week Gemini spell made it so. Madam Bones got the original.
To the Former Members of the Potter Longbottom Alliance,
I, Harry James Potter, ask for asylum to protect me from my current Magical and Muggle Guardians.
Here is a list of crimes committed against my House and my person.
My parents' will was ignored, and I was placed with my Magic-hating relatives without their consent. They told me repeatedly that they did not want me in their house.
I was abused during those years. I was forced to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs on a foam mattress.
They fed me table scraps; meat on my plate was not even once a month.
My clothes were cast-offs from my cousin; I had never had new ones.
I was forced to work around the house from the age of five, which I did not mind; the alternative was sitting in a dark cupboard.
Encouraged by my Aunt and Uncle, my cousin and his friends developed a game, Harry Hunting. They beat me up if I got caught.
Up to now, you could think it was neglect from my Magical Guardian for trusting my relatives. This changes it.
I never received mail, and even now, I only receive mail from my close friends. In other words, someone is tampering with my mail.
I also discovered another crime yesterday when I visited Hogwarts' kitchen. The head elf told me that the Potter elves can not find me, and there is a spell on me to hide me from them. Dumbledore banned my elves from Hogwarts.
Every year, I complained about my home situation, and every time, Dumbledore forced me to go back there.
Recently, he said he put blood wards around the house so nobody could find me there. However, a Malfoy house-elf had no problem finding me there in the Summer of '92. Malfoy, being an 'Imperio victim,' could have easily demanded the elf bring me to him.
If you have any doubts, you can see for yourself. The house is at 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.
I managed to free the Malfoy elf. He is currently looking for work. His name is Dobby; I will hire him when that spell to block house-elves is removed.
Finally, there is the matter of Sirius Black. He was the one who supposedly betrayed my parents to Tom Marvolo Riddle, also known as Voldemort.
I found out that this is not true. How, you ask? Two times Dementors have tried to suck my Soul out. Once in the train, and once last Friday at our Quidditch match against Hufflepuff, where a swarm of Dementors attacked us during the game. I fell off my broom from a hundred fifty feet and had to spend the weekend in the Hospital Wing.
I hear my parents' last words when those Dementors come close to me; Father yelled: "Lily! Take Harry and run! Peter betrayed us!"
This means Peter Pettigrew betrayed my parents.
Another strange fact is that to blow up a gas pipe in a street, you have to blast through the pavement and three feet of earth. That with a simple Bombarda? No, this was prepared.
Also, they found only one finger of Pettigrew? Hello? An explosion shreds bodies apart! They do not evaporate them! My guess is that he cut a finger off and made a run for it.
Here's a question: How did Sirius Black end up in Azkaban if he didn't betray my parents?
Therefore, I am asking for asylum against those who control me and my money. I only saw one vault. I hope I have more.
I ask this boon from you, and I will be in your debt if you can help me. Being the Boy Who Lived did not do me any good.
Yours, Harry James Potter,
Heir of House Potter,
A House that is more than two millennia old is now reduced to one abused boy.
Poor Madam Bones, she got calls from all sides today.
Xxxxx
After Lunch, I whispered to Luna to make the door again an hour after Curfew. It was handy this morning. It was in the hallway, close to the painting. Luna smiled and nodded. I am getting suspicious of her. She is not a dreamy girl that is spouting bullshit. No, she is as sharp as a knife. Could it be that Dumbledore numbed her mind in her third year? At the moment, I blame Dumbledore for everything.
Arithmancy! Professor Vectra was not informed that I had changed electives, but shrugged it off. Changing is allowed, although with her, it was the people leaving her class instead of entering.
It was refreshing to let my brain work for once. Hermione was pleasantly surprised that I could answer Vectra's questions. I even raised my hands at Vectra's questions! That had never happened before!
Of course not; it was called keeping a low profile. The class was filled with Ravenclaws, some Puffs, three Slytherins, Greengrass, Davis, and Zabini… oh! Parkinson's is here, too. Only Hermione and me here. I must say that the reputation of Griffindor is not undeserved. We are bottom feeders in the brain department.
The fact that Hermione is in Griffindor proves that she is braver than she is smart. That is food for thought! Hermione is bloody smart! Top of our year! True, there are only forty students in our year, but she is head and shoulders above us!
Except in Herbology, Neville is the Man at working with dragon dung. I top her in Dada and on a broom. Hmm, Ron is better at chess than she is. Okay, she's not Wonder Woman; whips aren't her style, I hope.
Dumbledore skipped dinner. I bet he is dousing the fire I started. I am curious, though. How hard are those old alliance members going to fight for me? Or are they going to bend over for Dumbledore and get fucked by him? Ugh! That is a nasty image!
Xxxxx
In our common room, Katie sat next to me and giggled, "The twins have trouble writing their essays. Their fingers have aftereffects from that vibrating spell. They say it was worth it, but it is still funny."
When I was done laughing, I said, "They have to spell their off-hand. That way, they can write as much as they want. Or do they spell both hands?"
Katie's eyes got a far away look, "Morgana's saggy tits! The things you can do with both hands beat your tongue, Harry!"
I patted her back, "I am happy to volunteer for some experiments, Kate. Just say the words."
Katie gave a naughty smile. "The Stiff Problem words, Harry?"
I nodded, "Those, and 'I have an itch that needs scratching', or the more bold 'I am Horny'. When it is urgent the 'Shag me!' Works too."
Katie shook her head, "You can wait for a long time to hear me say, 'Shag Me!' Harry." She patted my leg, "You will hear those other words eventually. Not this week, though. Aunty Red is visiting."
Hermione, who sat on my other side, blushed a nice shade of red at our conversation. She turned to us and softly asked, "Are you two dating?"
Katie shook her head, looked around, and whispered, "Nope, we are each other's stress relief. I don't want a relationship."
I explained to Hermione, "Katie wants to play for the Harpies, so she doesn't want boyfriends yet. We just take care of each other's needs, mostly Katie's needs. She is a bit older than me. Don't tell anyone about it, please."
Hermione was puzzled. "Then why are you telling it to me?"
Katie grinned, "Because you are a possible girlfriend for Harry, silly. You are allowed to know it."
I shrugged. "Because you can keep secrets, Hermione. And you are my best friend. Ah? The Vibrating Twins are calling me. Excuse me, ladies, I'll be right back."
I heard Hermione ask, "Vibrating Twins? What does Harry mean by that?"
No, I don't want to hear that answer.
Xxxxx
Fred and George led me to an empty classroom, one without paintings. I stopped them from talking: "Is there an Elf in the room? Spying on an Heir is against the Founders' Laws, you know."
We heard a gasp and a pop; that was Old Guy's trick. I grinned, "Now we can talk freely, if only there are no Ghosts listening in. What is on your minds, Brothers of Mischief?"
Fred sighed. "If we are Brothers of Mischief, then you are the Master of Chaos, Harry. These last few days have been a wild ride."
George agreed. "We also noticed you are the target of the Professors. As the son of one of the Marauders, we want to give you this map. It was made by them and confiscated by Filch."
Fred chuckled, "We nicked it in our first year. It helped us in our endeavors. Without the Map, we would have been caught plenty of times. Here, open the Map and say I solemnly swear that I am up to no good."
Amazed, I saw the Map come alive. Every hallway, secret passage, and student was on it. It even showed the passwords of the three common rooms.
"The Ravenclaw changes every time and could not be recorded." Pointed George out, "but if you are a bit clever, it is not hard to guess."
Fred added, "We want you to have it and also to ask where you went last night. You see, we were watching you go to the seventh floor, and then you disappeared from the Map. There is only one explanation for it: You found a room the Marauders did not discover."
George eased my mind, "We found two of those, Harry, you can keep yours. It is good to have a place to yourself."
I looked up and said, "Thank you, guys. Come look for me if I survive Hogwarts, and you need a sponsor."
George and Fred were grinning widely. "That may be faster than you think, Harry," said Fred. "We are planning to open a joke shop, and a helping purse would be nice."
I closed the Map. "Consider it done, guys." I frowned. "You might rethink your strategy, though. Most of the money is located in Slytherin. Making enemies of them is bad for business. Remove the cutting edges from your jokes and make them fun for everyone. You'll get rich that way."
Fred ruffled my hair, "What do you know! Harry is already making us money. That is good advice, Harry. Thank you."
Xxxxx
That night, I checked the Map. Dumbledore was in his office, and nobody was outside the dorm. I moved out and entered the RoR. It was Luna's room again. I did not mind; I could hardly ask her to join me in my cupboard.
Meh, I undressed and got in bed. Luna let the doors disappear and snuggled closer. "Good night, Harry."
"Sleep well, Luna," I answered before I fell asleep.
Hmm, this is the way to wake up! No nightmares, a nice smell of a girl in my nose, that Girl in my arms and a boob in my hand… Slowly, I removed the hand. I opened my eyes. Luna was comfy in my arms. She sighed, "I always imagined how it was to have a brother, Harry. This comes close."
I sighed, too. "I needed a sister like you, Luna. The job is open if you want it."
Luna turned to me and asked, "Do you mean that, Harry?"
I put my arms around her and said, "I mean it, Luna. We slept two nights together. We are practically siblings already." I stroked her hair. "I was lonely for years, Luna. I had nobody to talk to, no friends, no family to turn to. Sleeping together creates a bond, don't you think?"
Luna buried her face against my chest. "I was lonely, too, after Mommy died. Daddy focused on the Quibbler to keep his mind off Mum. Mrs. Weasley got angry when I did not want to listen to her and kept Ginny away. I want to be your sister, Harry."
She looked up at me. "But not for eternity, Harry. I want more in a few years."
I nodded. "I'll be your brother for two years, Luna." Then I got up. "Shower time, sis!"
Luna giggled, "One shower coming up, Bro!"
Meh, thirteen is too young to do naughty stuff. I can wait. Katie will take care of my needs, and I will take care of hers, of course. A scumbag you say? Try to remember what you were like when you were thirteen and what you did at that age. I don't need to; I am thirteen, after all.
5 Two of a kind?
Showered and dressed up in clean clothes, we were ready to leave the RoR. I showed the Map to Luna and explained, while pointing to the people on it. "The Twins gave me this Map yesterday. It shows every person in the castle, except this room, and they found two other rooms that are not on the Map. This Map used to be my Dad's and his friends'. Let's check if someone is at the door of our common rooms… All clear, Sis, you can make the doors."
Luna held her hand up, "Wait for a bit, Harry. The Quibbler comes out today, and your interview will be in it. I told Daddy to send you a copy too."
I smiled at her, "Thanks for the heads up, Luna. That will no doubt kick up a storm. Sit with me at Lunch, will you? They will already know who the reporter is by then."
Luna opened the passageways and said, "I love to sit with you, Harry."
We entered our common room to show we were there; the Ravenclaws don't care, but the Lions need to see me. It's almost seven o'clock, and the first Lions are coming downstairs. It was not unusual for me to be this early. Mostly it was my nightmares that woke me up this early, and I used to read a book until it was time for breakfast. Luna let the room wake us up at six o'clock, meaning she knew I held her tit in my hand. Well, she did not protest.
Xxxxx
Hermione and Ron sat in their usual places at breakfast, Hermione at my left, and Ron at my right, from the time we fought the Troll, and it did not change over the years. Now it feels like I am shielded from others.
I understand why now: For Ron, it was to be in my spotlight as my sidekick, and for Hermione, because nobody else wanted to be her friend, so she is clinging to me. For me? I never had any friends, so I did not notice anything wrong. I do now.
I desperately need a spell to check my food for potions. Who to ask… not the Twins, they are using the elves to help with their pranks. Percy is out too; his Mum is one of my suspects, and I don't want to alert her. I'll ask the RoR for books on the subject.
Ron is back to shoveling food into his mouth with both hands. It did not take two days for him to relapse. Well, I'm not his mum, and it leaves the space open in front of us. Nobody wanted to sit in front of Ron. It gave us a nice view of the Great Hall. We appreciate the small things in life. I acted as a buffer between Hermione and Ron; it prevented her from teaching Ron some manners. She gave up on that before Christmas in our first year.
Owls arrived when breakfast was almost done to deliver the mail, no owl for me, though. Dumbledore did not approve for me to read the papers, even when it was the Quibbler. I looked around at the tables, only two at ours, five, including Luna at the Claws, a few at the Puffs, and surprisingly, a lot at the Slytherin table. Being cunning means you have to gather information from all sides, even from the Quibbler.
Soon, the Quibbler went from hand to hand. I saw a stray owl land in front of Luna with an extra paper. Luna read the letter attached to it and came to me, "Harry? Daddy said the owl couldn't find you to deliver your copy, so he sent it to me. Here it is."
Ron opened his mouth and sprayed his food around when he asked, "What is Loony doing here, Harry?"
I slapped the back of his head and scolded him. "What did I tell you about insulting others, Ron? Can't you think for a second before you open your mouth? Her name is Luna, Ron! Get that into your thick skull! Well, since you are so fond of nicknames, I will call you MoRon from now on. And try to swallow before you speak, MoRon."
Luna shrugged, "It is alright, Harry. Ronald has Nargels on him all of the time. I don't mind."
"I do mind," I said when I looked at Luna. "He has been badmouthing everyone from day one. It's time he learns some manners, or he'll have to search for new friends. It is embarrassing to sit next to him."
I turned to Hermione, "Speaking of manners, how about letting me read that paper first, Hermione? Do I grab your mail out of your hands? Is this what your parents taught you?"
Hermione did not listen and showed me the front page. "It is you! It said you gave an interview, and they printed it!"
I sighed when I grabbed my paper out of her hand. "Maybe MoRon and you are meant to be together, both of you are inconsiderate assholes. Hermione, you are my friend, not my mum or an aunt, a sister would respect my privacy and wait until I gave that paper."
I turned to Luna, "Thank you, Luna, for bringing it to me. You know, I'll be sitting next to you at Lunch. Is that alright with you?"
Luna's smile lit up, "It is, Harry. I'll save you a seat."
She turned and skipped back to her table, leaving me with two surprised friends, looking at me with wide eyes. I snapped at them, "What? Is being my friend letting you do whatever you fancy? MoRon can insult who ever he wants? Hermione can control every move I make? Just because you are friends with the Boy Who Bloody Lived? Where is my privacy? Where is my opinion?"
MoRon was the first to react, "What is gotten into you, Mate? What is the big deal with calling her Loony? I have been doing that for years!"
I shrugged, "Then get used to hear MoRon from now on. I'll be doing that for years, too."
Hermione came to her senses. "Sorry, Harry, I just realized I've been doing that." She gasped, "I did that when I ordered your books, too. I did not ask you at all, I thought we needed those books and just ordered them without asking."
"I gave you permission for that, Hermione. I did not expect ten more books, but you had my permission." I said, "But grabbing my essays out of my hands to correct them, or reading my letters, those are the things you do without asking. You try to help, but the way you do that is not right."
Hermione blushed, "I'll try to do better, Harry."
I sighed, "That is all I am asking, Hermione. I'll try to do better in class from now on."
George spoke up, "Fred? Are we in one of those Boy Who Lived books?"
Fred answered, "I think so, 'Harry Potter and his Insensitive Friends' it is called, George. It is going to be a bestseller, don't you think?"
George nodded, then he asked, "Will we be in it too? Ah, no, we are not insensitive enough."
Katie giggled, "I bet I will be in it! I am a Stiff Problem Solver after all."
Angelina laughed. "Olly will be in it too, then, as comic relief."
Olly protested, "Angelina! Don't drag me into it!" He added, "I don't mind being in it, if that book is called 'Harry Rides His New Broom' because he is missing too many training sessions!"
Katie, Angelina, and Alicia could not hold it in any longer. Katie hiccuped after a bit. "Oh, Olly, you're so funny, it hurts." She looked at my Quibbler, "What's in the paper, Harry? Did Hermione just say you are on the front page?"
I nodded, then I kept reading it, "Yeah, I gave an interview to the Quibbler. Luna Lovegood interviewed me, and her Father found it interesting enough to put it on the front page."
The interview was a summary of my life at the Dursleys and a complaint to Dumbledore for sending me back there each Summer. My two School years and adventures were recorded, along with all the irregularities that happened to me. Last, the attacks... The Murder attempts of the Dementors, and the effects it has on me. The memory of my Father yelling that Peter betrayed them was printed in big, Bold letters.
When I was done, I gave the Quibbler to Hermione, "You can read it now if you want to, Hermione."
She blushed, "I will, Harry. Thank you."
Hey! I can teach her new tricks! MoRon is a lost case though, with an angry face, he was shoveling food in his mouth again.
I softly asked the Twins, "Hey, did you guys by any chance put a Pocket Space in his stomach? Where else does that much food go to?"
Fred, who sat next to Hermione, whispered back, "Nope, Dad questioned us with Veritaserum for it. He must have caught it somewhere else. Bill suspects it was caused by accidental Magic, or he must have learned it from Scabbers. That rat was eating more than his own weight each meal."
Knowing the real Scabbers, that was a disturbing thought. I'll put up with MoRon a bit longer, as a courtesy to the Twins for giving me that Map. I'll be on his case, though.
Ah! There is Minnie! "Mr. Potter! Are you responsible for that article in the Quibbler?"
Confused, I shook my head, "No, Professor, Mr. Lovegood is responsible for printing his Newspaper. I have nothing to do with it."
Minnie almost exploded, "I am talking about that article, Mr. Potter! Did you give an interview to the Quibbler?"
I nodded, "I did, I thought it was time the people knew that I was not raised in a castle with a lot of friends and a pet Dragon. Did you read it, Professor?"
"I did, Mr. Potter, and I don't like to be called an incompetent cat that is licking the Headmaster's butt too much." she almost shouted.
Suddenly, everyone was eager to read the Quibbler. I shrugged, "Am I wrong, Professor? Who dropped me off at my relatives on November 1, 1981? Long before my Godparents got incapacitated or arrested. Is it not the Duty of the Godparents to raise their Godchild when the parents die? Who gave you the right to decide where I should live?"
I almost shouted, "Who gave Dumbledore permission to ruin my life? Just because he won over Grindelwald, he can do whatever he wants with me? An upstart House from the sixteenth century is forcing me to live like a beggar with Muggles?"
Finally, I added, "I said it before, Professor, go to St Mungo's, you are up to the gills with loyalty potions and compulsion charms. I bet you have been Obliviated too many times by your Hero. I bet he is already at the Ministry to cover up his crimes."
Hermione gasped, "That can't be true, Harry! Would the Headmaster stoop that low?"
Luna's voice came over from Ravenclaw's table, "Miss Granger, read the next page!"
My! Luna's Dad did some research! It so happened that Harry's great-grandfather was the Head of the DMLE when Dumbledore's father got arrested for torturing three Muggle children, and was the one who got him sent to Azkaban! This was revenge! The leader of the light took his revenge on House Potter for putting his Father in Azkaban!
Once that fact was revealed, it all fell into place. Dumbledore took his time, but he finally got it done… Almost done.
Hermione read that part out loud for everyone to hear. When she was done, I asked McGonagall, "What do you think of your Hero now, Deputy Headmistress, slash Professor, slash Head of Griffindor House? Did I forget a job? Ah! Interim Headmistress! I forgot that one, you are doing most of his job, don't you?"
Without an answer, she turned and walked away. She will think twice before confronting me again. I didn't know that fact about Great-Grandpa locking Dumbles' Father up. It made sense about his motives. With his Father around, he could travel the world and dazzle it with his brilliance, instead of being chained to his house, taking care of his sister.
I bet he put all the blame on the Potters. Fooling Dad was no problem; he just let the Marauders do whatever they wanted, and then caught them in a serious crime. A bit of emotional blackmail, and Dad is singing his tunes and jumping through his hoops. Planning my death will not lose him sleep at all.
Xxxxx
I sat at lunch next to Luna, talking about research topics. "I want to look for spells that can detect potions and alchemy potions. Also analyzing spells. The ones that can detect hidden spells on my body."
One of the Ravenclaw's Quidditch players, Roger Davis, heard me and asked, "Why those, Heir Potter?"
I answered, "Well, first of all, I never got any owl mail before my eleventh birthday. Even now, my mail is sorted. Second of all, the Hogwarts house elves told me that the Potter elves can not find me. There is a spell that hides me from them. Third, before I visited the Hogwarts Kitchen, the elves were ordered to put potions in my food and drinks. They stopped with that when I pointed out it was forbidden to do that by the Founders."
I looked around and added, "They stopped to put potions in all of the Heir's food, not only mine. This means that all the Heirs got Potioned during their Hogwarts school days. I bet you all think Dumbledore farts rainbows by now, never questioning him. Hence, the Analyzing and detecting spells."
Luna patted my leg and whispered, "Don't make the waves too high, Harry. The ship might capsize, and you'll drown if you can not swim."
She is right, I am too aggressive with my approach, trying to change everything in a short period of time. And I am a bad swimmer… I have never swum in my life! The Dursleys wrote a note to excuse me from swimming class. Probably to hide the bruises on my body, or the bones under my skin. I nodded to let her know I understood.
Dumbledore is not at Lunch either, I bet he has a hard time putting out all those fires. Hmm? Kitty is not here? Maybe she took my advice seriously and is at St Mungo's getting flushed. I doubt it, though.
Now that the Claws see that I am on friendly terms with Luna, maybe they will stop bullying her. Who am I kidding? They will get jealous and try even harder. That is a fact: if you are a Bully, once you think you are in the right and someone deserves to be bullied, it's hard to realize you're wrong. Yeah, been there and done that. Not my proudest moment, I'll tell you.
I drives MoRon up the wall everytime I call him that. He still hasn't realized that he has been doing that to Luna for years. Maybe it will seep into his mind, now that I am sitting at her table and having a friendly conversation with her. Or Hermione will explain it, no, she uses too many big words.
Xxxxx
That night, Luna asked, "You said to give access to you and someone else, who is he? Or is it a she?"
I turned to Luna and answered, "Katie Bell. We are each other's... stress relief. It's a good word for it. Katie is not interested in a boyfriend. She plans to play for the Harpies. When I joked that I wanted someone to release my stress, she offered to do the same for me if I did the same for her. I showed her this room last Sunday."
Luna got curious, "How far did you get? What did you do? I can keep secrets, Harry."
Hmm? She is not a dreamy, absent-minded girl at all! I bet she found her Dad's stack of dirty books. Every Dad has one of those, although many have switched to the PC. Ah, good times, until the PC got sick and it died from a Virus, it could have been a Worm or a Trojan Horse.
Meh, Katie was bragging to Angelina and Alicia, I might as well do the same, "We gave each other a head job, Luna. I kissed Kate's pussy and she sucked my Dong. We agreed to do this once every week, maybe more."
Luna gasped, "So you will be bringing her here? Can I watch?"
I shook my head, "I doubt it, she said she did not want a threesome. She just needs someone to get her off. She is fifteen and her hormones are more active than ours. You are twelve, it has just started with you."
Luna shook her head, "I am thirteen, Harry, from the third of October."
I hugged her closer, "That makes you two months younger than me, Luna. We are of the same age, which feels different in a way."
Luna pressed herself against me, "Different in a good or a bad way, Harry?"
I nodded, "Less sisterly and more girlish. Hugging you feels different; I'm more aware of your body now. I am not sure it is good or bad."
Luna pushed me on my back and straddled me, then she leaned forward and asked, "Who are you, Harry Potter? You are not the Harry Potter who fell off his broom, are you? You changed, the real Harry would not look at my tits, but be embarrassed that he could see them when I leaned in to you."
Luna shifted her butt, "The Real Harry would have shot his load if I did this with him."
I grabbed her hips and started grinding, "Would the Real Luna show her tits to Harry? Would the Real Luna grind her snatch on Harry's dick like this? Who are you, Luna Lovegood?"
Luna sat up and sighed. "I am Luna, and more. On the train, a Dementor came too close, and something or someone slipped in. I have a set of memories of a woman in her twenties. She died of Leukemia; she got it when she was ten, and was more in the hospital than at home. She never had any friends once her friends left Elementary school and forgot about her."
I took a deep breath. I am not the only one! "When I woke up in the hospital wing, I got an extra set of memories from an old guy. He used to be a writer of Fan fiction. He wrote stories about my life. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban is the current story we are in. Can you believe that?"
Luna nodded, "I read the books and the Fan Fictions, there were a lot of them." she smiled evilly, "In a lot of them you are shagging Draco or Snape."
I grinned back, "In a lot of them, you are in my Harem. That old guy was a fan of Harem stories, and you starred in almost all of them."
I slid my hands under her nightgown and grabbed her butt cheeks, "Welcome into my Harem, Luna. Or are you going to wait for Scamander?"
Luna shook her head, "I was planning to lay low for a few years and learn Magic, then I would help you out from the shadows. Last weekend changed that. These two nights convinced me that you are like me. Tell me, are they a set of memories, or did you get his personality too?"
I inspected my mind, "I am not sure, but I am Harry with a set of memories. I don't hear a second voice in my head, nor do I act like that old guy." I looked in her eyes, "I do act on the knowledge I got from those memories, though."
By now my hands are on her boobs and playing with her nipples. Luna moaned, "Not fair, Harry! I don't have those memories. She was sick all the time, I do know that I like what you are doing."
I sighed, "And we better stop what we are doing. Our minds may be aged a lot, but our bodies aren't. Thirteen is too young."
Luna got of me and softly commented, "Hypocrite, you let Katie bell suck you off, and you are the same age as me."
I shrugged, "Yeah, but you are in your twenties while I am… fuck that is old!"
Luna giggled, "That is funny! You are an old fart! Say it! Eighty? Ninety? Dumbledore's age?"
I shook my head, "Nope, somewhere in his seventies. I don't look at his life; I only look at the stories he wrote and the books he read. Watching an old couple going at it is not my idea of a good time."
Luna got serious, "Neither was watching her masturbate in her good days. I blocked those memories. Like you, I focused on the books and the stories she read online. One thing I am sure of: I am not going to end up in Malfoy's Dungeon."
I shivered, "Neither am I going to face a Dragon or swim in a frozen Lake! I'll let MoRon take my place!"
Luna asked, "Harry? What if there are more people like us? Is this the afterlife? Our version of Heaven or Hell? What if this is a dumping ground for souls that wanted to have another chance at life? This is a story, after all. Think about it, who would create a whole world for just one or two of us?"
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.