The games people play By fvdv123

Chapter 10

Disclaimer:

Mrs. J.K., I think I got my funny bone back. I admit, some chapters were below par. Yeah, I know! My par is already at the bottom! We had to dig a hole to get lower. But then again I do this for free.

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I said to him: "Mr. Snape, I don't think I will serve one detention with you. If I were you, I would worry about how to stay out of Askaban. The practice of hazing the firsties on the first day is done with your approval. Merlin only knows what those sixth-year male students were planning to do with eleven-year-old girls. And don't think being the lover of Dumbledore will save you. You both can share a cell in Askaban for all I care."

That last comment shocked everyone, I looked around and said out loud: "What? That is the only reason that he still has a job here! He is a Death-eater! He is an incompetent teacher, a bully, and he is corrupting Slytherin House so bad, you can call it a training's camp for Junior Death-eaters."

Bullshitting 41

A voice at the Head table said: "Enough! Mr. Potter, come to my office after breakfast."

10 Abusing the Room is fun.

I looked at the head table and smiled, he called me Mr. Potter! And they say you can't teach old dogs new tricks. Next is sit and roll over, it is too soon for fetch.

I amplified my voice and answered Dumbledore: "I will sir, did you notify my guardians and lawyer? You know you risk your job by trying to get me alone. And I hate to disappoint you sir, but I like girls… a lot. I doubt that will change. You have to settle with this one here." I pointed to snape while saying that.

Many students choked in their food when I made the last comment. Dumbledore was fuming, the disrespect from me in front of the students was grating on him. He tried to save his face by saying: "I did not notify your guardians Mr. Potter, but I will if you think it is necessary. I just wanted to have a friendly conversation, that's all."

I shrugged: "Headmaster, it is necessary for me. I consider you my worst enemy. You abused your power to block my parent's will and forced my relatives, who hate magic, to take me into their home. For ten years I was treated like a slave, all because of you. You stole from my vaults, blocked my mail, even my elves, and you want to have a friendly private conversation?

Please stop you silencing spells, I am warded against those spells. Legilimence does not work either. You will return all my possessions, next month I will hire Gringotts to reclaim them if you don't. Now, Headmaster, do I need to go to your office after breakfast?"

Without a word he stood up and left the hall. Meh, I have time, Sit and rollover are not that important after all. I do have to get a leash on him somehow.

McGonagall came to his defense: "Mr. Potter! All headmaster Dumbledore has done is for the good of the Wizarding world! How dare you to disrespect him!" Snape already went to the hospital wing during my rant, so I focused on the old cat.

I showed my letter to Tracey and said: "Miss Davis read the address of the Hogwarts letter out load please." Tracey looked at the letter and yelled: "No way! Impossible! They told us you lived in a castle with friends and elves! You had adventures every week!"

She glared at McGonagall: "You knew! The address is Harry James Potter, The Cupboard under the stairs, Privet drive four Little Winging Surrey! HE WAS LIVING IN A CUPBOARD UNDER THE STAIRS! Is this for the Wizarding good? Are you insane?"