HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 92: Cursing! ] (Patreon)

Tracey and Iris were lying on their backs, panting loudly with red sweaty faces.

Though it might be just the melted snow instead of sweat with how many headshots Daphne had committed.

"You are a fucking demon, Daphne. And that's kind of cool." Iris moaned in discomfort as she rose to her feet.

"Language, Iris." "Language, sister."

Both Harry and Hermione rebuked mildly.

"Sorry, mom and dad." Iris rolled her eyes and dusted off her clothes. She helped Tracey to her wobbling feet.

"I don't think I can even walk back to the castle. Carrying one of you on my back might just kill me." Tracey groaned, hanging onto Iris.

Harry chuckled, declaring grandly "Fine. In the light of your three's incompetency, I cancel the reward."

"I want to punch you in your smug face, but don't have the energy." Tracey groused under her breath.

"Since you all are so tired, we should go back. Honestly, I can go a hundred more rounds." Harry smirked triumphantly.

Tracey challenged him with a sly smile. "Well, Mr. Energetic, why don't you carry me since you are so full of vigour?"

"I am not falling for that trick, Tracey. I am not carrying you when it should be the exact opposite. I am not an idiot." Harry said dryly.

"Please. I am really tired. You are my friend, right? Shouldn't friends help each other in their time of need?" Tracey drew close to him and shot him her best pleading look.

And she did genuinely look dead on her feet.

…

"Fine." Harry sighed after a few seconds as Tracey happily climbed on his back and wrapped her arms and legs around his neck and waist. She sighed in comfort, resting her face on his shoulder.

"You are my bestest friend after Daphne, Harry. You have my eternal friendship for such a kind act." Tracey laughed, rubbing her face on his cheek.

"Yeah, yeah, don't need to butter me up. I won't drop you."

"Carry me, too." Iris suddenly moved before him and opened her arms.

He gave her a confused look. "Really? I am pretty sure you are not nearly as tired as Tracey. You are fit unlike this lazy girl."

"It doesn't matter. Carry me, brother." She demanded childishly with puffed up cheeks. And damn if he wouldn't give his limbs and organs to see that cute look more often.

"And how do you think I can do that when Tracey has already occupied my back?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, suppressing his urge to squeal like a fanboy as he poked her ballooned cheeks.

"Simple. You are strong enough to carry me in a princess carry while Tracey rides on your back." She explained, shaking excitedly.

"Wow. Yes. Do it, Harry. Show your mighty strength." Tracey exclaimed, egging him on, squeezing him, challenging him.

"I advise you against it, Harry. While you are tall and arguably physically strongest among us, the weight of two people will surely make you fall." Hermione reasoned against them.

Meanwhile, Daphne and Neville, the less talkative ones of the group, just enjoyed the show with mirthful smiles.

"Brother, please." Iris requested bewitchingly.

Harry, against his better judgement, picked her up in princess carry and began the short march towards the castle.

Iris and Tracey giggled amongst them as they were given the royal treatment.

"Someone tell me why am I carrying these two morons even when they lost and I won? I should be the one getting a ride." Harry complained as the group sauntered through the ground.

"You give in to the girls' demands too easily, mate. That's your simple explanation." Neville laughed beside him.

"Exactly." Hermione agreed with an exasperated huff.

"Don't listen to them, Harry. You are doing it because you love us and can't see us trudging through the brutal snow helplessly. You are the angel for us innocent maidens." Tracey smiled charmingly and kissed his cheek.

"Yes, brother. Same thing." Iris cheered though she thought Tracey was going too far calling Harry an angel. He definitely wasn't.

"I can understand about Tracey because she is really tired, but what about you Iris? Why are you being a lazy brat?" Harry enquired curiously.

"Heh, I just wanted you princess to carry me. That's a good enough reason." Iris laughed in answer.

Harry, rolling his eyes affectionately, continued his burdened walk, not minding it in the least.

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The atmosphere was tense in the living room of the Potter Manor.

Lily, Alice Longbottom and Proserpina Greengrass, sat on one sofa while Remus Lupin and Sirius Black alighted on the cushioned chairs in front of them.

The small talk and the reunion among friends had concluded, leaving them with the excitement and apprehension for the main reason for their abrupt meeting. It wasn't everyday that they met. They were far too busy with their own lives to give each other time. So, something big must have happened or else Lily wouldn't have summoned them so urgently.

"What made you request this meeting, Lily? What was so important that I had to leave my important business behind and come running here?" Sirius began, not exactly thrilled that he wasn't in the Caribbeans anymore.

His tanned skin showed what 'important business' he was talking about.

Remus beside him too displayed the sunburned skin, confirming that he had been with him. Not that it was a massive surprise, the surviving two Marauders always seemed to be together.

"And what important work were you doing there, Siri?" Alice, the beautiful black haired and blue eyed woman, snorted in disbelief, already having an inkling about his 'business'. She was proven correct the next moment.

A proud grin grew on Sirius' face and Remus just sighed, already knowing what stupid thing would come out of his friend's mouth. It was uncanny how used to Sirius' mentality he was.