HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 84: Tracey Davis! ] (Patreon)

"What's up at school? How much did we miss?" Harry asked, trying to divert the attention off Iris. It worked as Tracey began a long detailed version of all that they had missed.

[Name: Tracey Davis

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Lvl: 13

HP: 650

MP: 1300

Affection: 45

Obedience: 35

Thoughts about you: Fondness]

Honestly, they missed nothing, thanks to their mother who was strict when it came to education and was experienced in providing homeschooling.

In the end, Tracey finally asked the question whose answer they all were curious to know. But Neville was too shy to ask and Daphne wasn't talkative enough to change the flow of the conversation.

"What happened on Halloween, Harry? There are various rumours in the school. Some said that Iris was… killed. Some said that she was possessed and some even said that she was doing an evil ritual which went out of control. Though the bizarrest one was that the Dark Lord returned and you both fought against him to save the school." Tracey babbled and giggled in the end.

No one noticed how Harry and Iris froze for a second before they laughed along with them.

"That's exactly what happened." Harry announced seriously, evaporating the merry air of mirthfulness from around them. And then Harry told them the lie he told the professors about how Voldemort possessed Iris and took them to the third corridor and through various chambers and how Iris 'died', but recovered miraculously.

They all were still, with pale faces and grim expressions before Tracey glomped Iris and clung to her, trying to make her feel better.

Daphne and Astoria too moved towards her and patted her back, reassuring her and themselves that she was real and wasn't dead. Iris hid a pleased smile after seeing their worry and assured them that she was really fine and healthy.

Neville, who was sitting beside him, touched his back.

"That must have been horrifying, mate. Facing the person who killed our fathers and the one who almost murdered Iris. I really hate him. I wish I was powerful enough to punch him in the nose." Neville muttered angrily. Harry smiled at his friend.

"Maybe we will do that, Nev. Maybe we will really become powerful enough to punch him in the nose and knee him in the nuts. It will be hilarious to see his ugly face while he whimpers and caresses his abused balls." Harry joked, making Neville laugh loudly.

"What's the joke? Tell me?" Astoria demanded as she plopped down in his lap and looped her arms around his neck.

Harry gave her an amused smile, pulling her close.

"I can't, Tori. It's a boy's joke and not for children." He quipped, kissing her cute nose. Astoria pouted and looked at him with her narrowed blue eyes.

"You do know that I am only a year younger than you? If Neville can hear the joke then so can I." She huffed stubbornly.

"Really? Here I thought that you stopped growing after you turned 5." He grinned.

She unhooked her arms and grabbed his cheeks, pinching them.

"Stop being cheeky, Mr. Potter. You shouldn't keep secrets from your future wife." She scolded lightly. Neville, who was watching the entertainment from beside him, goggled at the boldness of the little tyke.

"I don't remember we ever talked about that, Miss Greengrass." Harry said with an arched eyebrow.

"Oh, come on! Don't you remember when I asked you to be my husband 4 years ago on my birthday, you agreed and said to wait until we grow up." Astoria protested against his ignorance by shaking his head none too gently. Harry grabbed her hands, stopping her abuse. Before he could plead innocence and say that it was just a false promise, Tracey interrupted their banter.

"Actually, Harry promised me too when we were younger. And if I remember correctly it was before he promised you. So, you see, I have a better claim." Tracey said with a devious grin.

Harry was pretty sure he hadn't done that, but he wasn't averse to making fun of their pampered princess and didn't correct her, letting Astoria seeth in anger.

"Actually, even before he promised you, he promised me when I was just 5 years old. So I win." Daphne claimed, adding fuel to the fire.

Okay, maybe he did promise Daphne, he couldn't be sure, he didn't remember. He always thought she was pretty so maybe he did promise her. But the chances were that Daphne was just saying it to annoy her little sister.

Astoria was now gaping in betrayal at her elder sister.

"Ha! You peasants. Harry promised to marry me when I was four years old. I win easily. Take that! I don't think anyone can top that." Iris smirked triumphantly.

Well, that he remembered… hazily. They were too young to remember it, but their mother was fond of telling that story again and again, showing how proud she was that her children were always so close to each other.

Astoria was now red and beyond angry.

"You cheating motherfucking bastard! You are fucking them all behind my back. You are three— no, you are four-timing me. How lustful can you be? Wasn't I enough? You whoreson, bum of a dickless devil!" Astoria yelled, lightly slapping his shoulder.

Harry looked at her in disbelief, not knowing whether to laugh or get offended.

There was a moment of silence. And somehow it was nostalgic. But this time no one laughed as Daphne's eyes burned with rage.

"Astoria Greengrass, I wish to know from where you learned to use such a crude language like this? I am very curious. Enlighten me." She said with a small polite emotionless smile.

That was the moment Astoria knew she fucked up.

"Uhm.. mum's romance novels." She answered meekly, not facing her sister and hiding her face on Harry's chest.