26 A Black Day at the Wizengamot.
The meeting was about to start when we entered, the room got quiet the moment they spotted me and Dad-in-law.
Mathias nodded to the new Chief Warlock and said: "You can start the session, Chief Warlock, I brought a new member that needs to be sworn in."
Chief Warlock raised an eyebrow: "A child? The Boy Who Lived? This better be good, Mr. Greengrass, the Wizengamot is not a playground for children."
Matthias frowned at that comment, "Then start the session, Chief Warlock Doge. It will soon clear to you."
Madam Bones added: "Start the session, Chief Warlock, I am aware of the situation, and Mr. Potter has the right to be here."
Doge nodded: "Very well, I hereby open the Wizengamot's last session of 1994. Are there some announcements to make? Alright, Mr. Greengrass, you have the stage."
Chief Warlock, Members of the Wizengamot, I am proud to introduce you to the newest member of this Ruling body. Mr. Potter is ready to claim his rightful place, as one of the founding members of the Wizengamot."
Mathias looked at the members and raised his hand to stop them from protesting, he explained: "Before you object, the Tri-Wizard Tournament emancipated Mr. Potter, so did his Soul Bond with my eldest daughter. He filed all the papers at Gringotts on November 2 and the week time to object that emancipation is long over. He is here to claim his rightful seat, to swear into this ruling body, and to appoint a proxy."
That shut them up, Mathias dozed all the fires before they could start, I went to the middle of the stage, raised my wand, and made my pledge: "I, Harry James Potter, claim my family seat and promise to help rule this nation to the best of my abilities. So Mote It Be!"
"Hem, hem," I heard a pink contraption trying to get attention: "That is not an oath, child, you used the wrong words."
"Who are you to criticize me, old woman? Are you a member of the Wizengamot?" I asked.
"I am the Senior Undersecretary of the Minister of Magic, impudent child!" she almost shouted with that annoying voice.
I glared at her and snapped: "As far as I know a secretary's job is to take notes and listen to her boss, not to make unnecessary comments at her betters. Minister Fudge, you better explain to that woman what her duties are and let her stop wasting our precious time."
Not waiting for a reaction, I turned to the Wizengamot and said: "I will sit in on this session and appoint Mrs. Greengrass as my Proxy until I finish my education. The person that is illegally sitting on my seat has ten seconds to get out."
I walked to my family seat and said to the old man sitting on it: "You're in my spot!"
"Dumbledore appointed me here!" he protested.
"This is the Potter ancestral seat, not Dumbledore's or yours," I pointed out, "go home, old man. I will review how you used my family vote, and will come knocking on your door if you brought shame to our name."
Chief Warlock Doge commented: "Mr. Potter is right, Mr. Diggle, you can leave the room so we can start the session."
Malfoy felt the need to raise his voice: "Are allowing a child to sit in this sacred body? What is next? A baby?"
I loudly said: "This child can resist the Imperio Curse, Lucius! And if this sacred Body allows Death Eaters to attend, then this child will fit right in."
Fudge defended his main briber: "Look here Harry, all those were victims and under the Imperio curse, they declared that under the influence of Veritaserum"
I stood up and said: "Yes they did. Did they also say that it was for practicing that curse on each other? Did they vow an oath that they didn't get Marked willingly? Did they even make an effort to remove that slave brand? I don't think so either. Some galleons in the right pockets and they are free to go."
Malfoy fumed: "That is a slander on my good name boy! If you were older I would challenge you to an honor duel!"
I shrugged: "Well, If you can make an oath on your Magic that you were never an inner circle Death Eater and never killed or tortured muggles or Muggle born with a clear mind, then I will give you my fortune, my seat here in the Wizengamot, and even let my Magic be bound. Well, Lucius? Nott? Avery? Who else claimed the Imperio scam?"
Madam Bones took the opportunity to say: "Mr. Malfoy, this is an excellent occasion to clear all the doubts and rumors about your Imperio claim. Plenty of people are doubting those claims and suspect you bribed your way out of Azkaban. This oath will clear all the doubt once and for all. You can even have Mr. Potter's fortune and family seat. What do you have to lose? Surely an upstanding member of our society was never a part of those rabid dogs?"
Malfoy backpaddled: "I am not one for making oaths for accusations that I am already cleared of, Madam Bones."
Hah! I have him by the short and curly's… I better wash my hands after this, let's throw some wood on the fire.
I commented: "I did not accuse you that you were never Imperio'd Lucius, I accuse you of being a high-ranked Death Eater, that bribed his way out of Azkaban. I dare you to take that oath, Malfoy!"
When Malfoy sat down, I turned to Fudge: "Minister Fudge! I checked the accounts of House Black, I noticed that Malfoy here was using it to make deposits on your bank account. Quite a lot really. Now that we never found an invoice or bill for those deposits, I expect a refund from you or Malfoy."
Chief Warlock spoke up: "Those are private matters, Mr. Potter, they don't need to be discussed here."
I protested: "They are when they are about the laws and policies of this nation, Chief Warlock, we had our solicitor compare those donations with the dates when important legislatures and new laws were voted and they perfectly matched."
Madam Bones stood up and said: "Gringotts provided me a copy of those deposits and we crosschecked them with the dates those laws were voted. We started a criminal investigation to get to the bottom of this. Minister Fudge, we will have a meeting after this session of the Mot."
She turned to the Warlock and said: "Right now we are here for the trial of Sirius Black, the one he never received in 81."
Chief called out: "Bring the suspect in." he mumbled inside, "Let this day end please."
A freshly shaved and groomed man, dressed in expensive Acromantula silk entered the room, accompanied by two Aurors, Sirius made a nice impact. He glanced over the Wizengamot and spotted Malfoy.
Sirius spoke out loud: "Malfoy! Get out of the House Black seat! I am head of House Black and neither I nor the previous Head gave you permission to sit on it."
Sirius looked at the Chief Warlock and asked: "So anyone can come in here and sit on an empty chair? Are there others like Malfoy?"
Chief Doge sighed: "Why don't we start with your trial, Mr. Black?"
I commented loudly: "My Sworn Godfather has a point! Those are illegal votes that can tip the balance! At least Malfoy has to move his ass and get out of here. Expect a visit from Sirius and I, Lucius."
Fuming, Lucius left the building. I smiled: "The trial should have started already, what is the delay?"
Xxxxx
The trial was a bit disappointing, a dose of Veritaserum, a few questions, Pettigrew's body, and some Magic oaths, and Sirius was a free man. The other Death Eaters laid low, they knew any comment from them would meet the challenge of that oath, one they could not make.
Sirius took his seat in the Wizengamot and made a statement: "Chief Warlock, I recently viewed some troubling memories from my Godson's time in Hogwarts. One of them is where he kills an eighty-foot-long Basilisk single-handed. In doing so the whole student body from the year 92-93 have a life debt to my Godson Harry Potter."
He stopped the shouting of outrage and continued: "This was never reported to the DMLE by the Hogwarts staff or any student involved. The year before that, a Troll was allowed to enter the castle, again not a word to the DMLE. Dementors were allowed around Hogwarts, very well knowing the effect they have on young children, we noted a big donation from the Black Vault into Fudge's. Three times the Dementors attacked my Godson, the one they were supposed to protect, and again not a word to the DMLE."
He stood up and shouted with a sonorus: "Twelve years in a row, the budget from the DMLE was cut, and the Galleons disappeared into someone's private Vault. Someone is sabotaging this nation, and therefore its people. It is as if some hidden Dark Lord is preparing this country for a rebellion."
Madam Bones took the word and stated: "This last month we did an audit of the prisoners in Azkaban, Mr. Black was not the only one thrown in Azkaban without a trial! We found twenty others, all victims of political maneuvering or entrapment. Three of them even from this year, Minister Fudge, can you explain why you put Andrew Merryweather, Blake Newton, and Roger McAllistor in Azkaban without a trial or even a word to the DMLE? What are their crimes?"
"Now look here Amelia, I don't have to justify my actions to you! That is well in my jurisdiction." protested Fudge.
Madam Bones nodded: "They were shopkeepers who didn't want to sell their business to Malfoy or refused to pay protection money. Do not worry that you go down alone Fudge, Malfoy will be with you and so is Miss Umbridge."
Madam Bones stood up and said:" The DMLE, in Cooperation with the Department of Mysteries, is having a clean-up mission as we speak. Everyone who claimed the Imperio excuse is located and brought in to swear the oath Mr. Potter asked Malfoy to do. Everyone that refuses the oath will get a dose of Veritaserum, and will be questioned."
She waited until the noise went down. "This action is needed to prevent the ICW from doing that forcefully. The interrogation of Dumbledore brought some troubling facts to light that if we didn't handle it, they would move in with the full support of the other nations and set us straight. This is the one chance we have, if we fail, then they will do it for us."
Sirius turned to the imperios and said: "Think of your heirs, any action from you will get everything you own confiscated. I spoke with the ICW representatives, and they want to clean it up, with or without your House."
Xxxxx
This day went down in history as the Black Monday. One by one the death eaters were brought in and offered to take the oath, refusers got a dose of Veritaserum and got every last crime wrung out of them. Lucius confessed that he was responsible for the release of Slytherin's monster on top of his other crimes. Narcissa did a runner with her little dragon, so were many other wives and kids from those respectable members of our society.
Fudge and Umbridge exposed the cesspit the Ministry had become, there was not much left when Madam Bones was done.
As for the punishment, every Death Eater with more than five murders on his or her name on their interrogation, witnessed by the ICW, got a one-way trip through the Veil of Death. The rest went on trial.
Special attention was made to the Junior Death Eaters after several Slytherin girls accused them of rape and extortion. That got the teaching staff in trouble too, especially Pomfrey.
Xxxxx
I sat back and let it happen, to train for the second task, we made a very big pool in the RoR and practiced swimming and underwater casting. Most of all I enjoyed the view, the girls were skinny dipping, only Tonks had something that resembled a bikini, although a few patches of fabric connected with strings didn't leave much to my imagination.
I have a batch of Gillyweed and having fun with it, I had to fix my eardrums when I tried a bombarda in the pool, it was a good thing I tried to cast it when I was the only one in it. Man, that hurt like a bitch! Now I know what those whales feel when the military doing sound attacks in the oceans.
Anyway, when my girls were in class, I trained with Tonks and Fleur. Yes, it is training, she is a frequent visitor in our bedroom, so there is no need to cheat on my girls. I could not even eat Tonks's eye candy because we set the temperature of the water the same as the lake outside.
When she dipped a toe in the pool, she turned and put her clothes back on: "They don't pay me enough to swim in this, Potter, you are on your own."
"Ow! Come on Nimmy! What if they pick you as my hostage? Think about the headlines, The Boy Who Swam and The Girl He Missed Most! The Deep Pool Lovers!"
Fleur intervened: "You can be my hostage, Tonks, I spend most of my time with you, Papa is keeping Gabrielle away from Hogwarts and Roger Davies already told Professor Flitwick he doesn't volunteer for that event."
"Why do you think I would? That water is bloody freezing cold! I like you Fleur, but that is not reason enough to freeze my tits off. Besides, then I can't protect Potter while I am down there." she protested.
"I can ask for a replacement for a day, so you are free to be The Girl We Missed Most." I teased.
"Sod off, Potter! Find someone else!" she almost shouted.
I grinned: "Fleur? What about we ask Madam Bones for permission? Then it is part of her job!"
"Then your wives will be sad you won't have any equipment left to make babies, Potter! I'll freeze your bits off," she warned me
"Okay, don't get your panties in a twist, we won't allow anyone to be taken hostage, the lake is covered with a layer of ice three inches thick, no sane person will volunteer for that job. Come, Fleur, we need to be able to shoot arrows underwater. Grindylows are nasty critters. I show you what a muggle harpoon can do."
We heated the water on weekends, yes, that was the only way to get the girls in the water, and had fun target-practicing our arrows on moving dummies, or racing while our wands were propelling us with Auguamenti, like a jet stream.
Luna commented: "I have to tell Daddy what to do when we search for the Crumpled Horncack in the oceans, that will save us a lot of time."
Hermione warned her: "That is a lot of water to explore, Luna, why don't you try to deduct where they spawn their eggs or where their migration routes are? Are they living in cold or warm water, in the shallows or the deep sea?"
Luna had her eyes wide open: "That is a great idea, Hermione! I have to contact Daddy to start researching!"
Daphne called after her: "Put some clothes on Luna! I bet you don't want other boys to feast their eyes on your body."
I smiled: "And a feast it is indeed, a 9.9 on the scale of sexiness, honey."
Astoria took a pose and asked: "How am I on that scale, Harry?"
I smiled wryly: "You are on a scale from 5 to 10 years in Azkaban, Tory. And from crippling to lethal curses on your Dad's scale."
Daphne nodded: "When he finds out you are skinny dipping with Harry and us, it will be lethal. Don't forget you are his little princess."
Tracey joked: "My Mum would be happy if she found out I got naked for a boy."
I teased: "You can't fool me, Tracey, you are getting naked for the girls, I am just part of the deal. I am not complaining though, you are a fine specimen of the female species and first-class eye candy.
Hermione nodded: "She sure is, and we are happy to have you, Tracey."
Luna, who finished dressing, commented: "She is one of us, Fleur too."
Tracey asked: "How can that work? I am not Soul bonded, isn't there a conflict of interests?"
Daphne shook her head: "Not really, it is nicely divided, Hermione for House Potter, You for House Black, the rest of us have our own House to continue. Sirius is infertile from his stay in Azkaban, although I suspect foul play."
Astoria pouted: "Hey! What about me? I want in too!"
"Yeah, but I don't want in Azkaban either, and what about that hunk from Hufflepuff? Wilkinson was his name if I remember it right." I asked.
"I keep him as my rebound guy." she proudly told us.
Fleur hugged her: "See if you think the same in a few years, Astoria. You have to realize that Luna, Daphne, and Hermione are already married to Harry. Tracey loves Daphne and I bet she feels that for Hermione too, as a lesbian her choices are limited, so she is accepting Harry as part of the family. For me? Finding a man who can resist my allure is almost impossible, my Magic is powerful, even if I say so myself. Even the few males in our conclave have trouble resisting it, so being part of Harry's family is the best thing that can happen to me. So, Astoria Greengrass, are you prepared to share your husband with five wives?"
Daphne commented: "You are part of our group, Tory, but we want you to have a life of your own. If you still think the same when you are seventeen, then we will talk again. In the meantime have fun."
Xxxxx
We stood in front of a frozen lake, those idiots cleared a patch of water to let us go under the ice. With Dumbledore gone, and Crouch Senior in Azkaban, there weren't others who could speak Mermish, and the promise of bodily harm prevented the organization from using live hostages. We have an hour to find our Token and bring it back to the surface.
It is a good thing that so many know warming Charms, it was well below zero, and the people are freezing their asses off. Some of them were on their way back into the castle, the thrill of looking at ice for an hour was lost to them, I can't blame them though.
Well, even when I spent a month with Fleur in the pool, the sight of her in her modest bathing suit was marvelous.
Bagman announced: "Welcome to the second task! Our four Champions need to retrieve a token from the Mermaid village and return within the hour! Due to the fact we were not allowed to use hostages, we added on the difficulty and put some extra creatures in the lake."
WTF? What the hell did they put in there? I hope not that water dragon from Loch Ness, I already killed one and kind of like Nessy. Bagman doesn't know it yet, but the text on his tombstone is already decided. Here lies the nation's biggest idiot, born somewhere in the sixties and died on 24 June 95 cause of death: Stupidity!
When the starting shot was given, I swallowed some Gillyweed, and while waiting for the gills to appear I levitated the dumbass into the lake. Yes, thermal shock is real mate, see if someone wants to rescue you before you die.
When the gills appeared I jumped in and tracked Fleur, as a Veela she could not use the Gillyweed and used a Bubble Head Charm. Soon I found her, battling Grindylows, when I added my arrows to hers, they backed off, we moved together to the Mermaid Village.
Suddenly our route was blocked by the strangest creature. A Hippocampus! A bloody horse head with a fishtail, whatever is between is hard to describe. I bet that it is one of those failed Wizard experiments, like Hagrid's Screwts.
It doesn't look friendly at all. How do I fight this horsy thingy? Is it a fish or a mammal? Those scales look hard to penetrate… I took my Death stick out and used transfiguration on it. To sass Minerva, I changed the head into a pincushion. The poor thing lost all its senses and thinking ability, we smoothly passed the animal. Good luck to the bloke that has to put it back where it came from.
We found the village and Token, mine resembled… Ginny? Where did that come from? A puppet that resembled Ginny? Ah! Dumbledore died and his painting activated, he is back in spirit. Meh, a bit of transfiguration, and I have a puppet that represents a naked Minerva, with saggy tits and a wrinkled ass. I added a ball gag, some stockings, and high heels.
Fleur turned back to see what I was doing to that puppet, she shuddered and made a run for it. That was overkill, although it will give Flitwick something to dream about.
Cedric and Krum were held up by a second Horsything and were fighting it. In passing I made another pincushion. I showed my puppet to Cedric, he actually vomited in his bubblehead! Dude! Cho won't be happy with the smell when you come up with her puppet.
Fleur won, of course, I could not pass her, her rearview was too captivating, as I said: a 9.99 on the scale of ten. Her puppet with the face of Roger Davies was first to arrive, I waited for my Gills to fade.
Then I put Minny puppet on the dock and said: "Sorry, but this is way past the expiration date, and I am not into that stuff yet. I still have to try the normal ways."
When the female students took a good look at the puppet, they screamed and fled to the castle. Minny glared at me, I asked: "Is the anatomy correct, Professor? On some of the parts I had to take a calculated guess." Meh, I dipped Bagman again, after turning his shoes into concrete. Too bad the lake is shallow here and his head was sticking out above water.
I left my puppet behind and dried myself, Luna handed me my clothes while Hermione and Daphne checked my body. I commented: "Can you believe they made that puppet look like the youngest Weasley? She is the last person on earth that I want to have around me."
Did McGonagall hear it? Yep, do I care? Nope. I hope they didn't put that marriage crap back into Ginny's head.
Sirius, one of the spectators with Madam Bones, came to check me out and asked: "What ever did you do to McGonagall to get a puppet that looks like that?"
I shrugged: "She must be into young boys, a thing she had in common with Dumbledore. Maybe she is advertising to the next candidates, I don't know how old hags think."
I smiled and asked: "And? Did you enjoy looking at a slab of ice for an hour?"
Sirius laughed: "You provided the comedy factor by chucking Bagman into the lake."
I said to Madam Bones: "Maybe it is a good idea to inspect the Headmistress office, there might be a painting of a certain old meddling bastard that is sticking his nose where it doesn't belong."
Madam Bones sighed: "Dumbledore again? I thought we were rid of him."
I nodded: "The puppet that I had to rescue had the shape of the youngest Weasley, the one he made a marriage contract with between her and me."
"I'll talk to Arthur about it." she said, "he is a good man."
I scoffed: "You think so? Why didn't they warn me about the dragons? They knew Charley Weasley would be in Hogwarts for the first task, and that he works in a dragon preserve. They could have hinted at it. But that contract gave them 40% of my fortune if I prematurely died. Not that they would get some, I made my will before that. Tell me, is he still a good man?"
A man who treats muggles like smart monkeys is not a nice man at all. He is the opposite of a Death Eater and still equally bad.
The points? Fleur won with 35 points, I got 28 due to a bad transfiguration, Krum got 31, and Cedric 29.
Xxxxx
Late that night, Dobby popped me into the headmistress's office. With a wave of the Elder wand, I froze all paintings and searched for Dumbledore. Did you know Tom studied paintings to see if he could use them for his quest for immortality? He sure learned a lot.
Dumbledore sat on his throne with a big wall of books behind him in case he got bored, I did some tricky Magic and rearranged the colors of the painting, the end result? Our dear Headmaster stands in a circus arena in a clown costume... Well, not exactly a costume, more a barrel with suspenders, he got the makeup and the red nose though. In that arena were two goats, ready to bump.
A tap of my wand woke him up: "Hello Dumb dumb, did you have a good time at the ICW?"
Dumbledore looked horrified at his barrel and his surroundings: "What happened Harry? Did you do this? Change it back!"
I silenced him again and said: "Nah, I think it is a fitting image of you. You always played the clown, now you can be one. Nah, you can not leave my boy, the show must go on, and shit, you know. Wait, let me add something… I always wanted to try it, but now, every ten words you will honk that horn. Now for my finishing touch… there you go, locked with a Parseltongue password. No, you did not hear it, I know Ronny boy can talk to snakes too. Have fun Albus."
I unlocked the goats and admired my work, a permanent parseltongue sticking Charm on the painting, Dumbels locked in that painting with nowhere to go, Albus The Fool in neon lights above him, and two goats playing bumper cars with his barrel. Ah! I have it! A prank spell that changes everything you say into swear words! There you go, all locked with parseltongue passwords. I released the rest of the paintings when Dobby popped me back in bed with the girls. With a sigh, Hermione snuggled closer to me while asleep, and cuddled me. Life is great!
27 Are we Normal?
I woke up with a big screen in front of me.
FOURTH LAYER COMPLETED
Welcome to the Game!
World selection: Disabled.
Character selection: Disabled.
Main Quest: Keep ROB entertained.
WTF a Gamer level? A fucking crossover? Again, there are hundreds of those! And why did I complete the Fourth level? The third Task was not done, and I was planning to shag the girls this weekend to complete the… Fucking son of a Bloody WHORE! Is that a reason to complete the level? To prevent me to shag my girls? Petty bastard! Now I am in a fucking Game, in a way that is not so bad… Hmm? Why am I not raging mad? Fucking Gamers Mind probably.
I better see what I have to work with, I called out: "Stats!"
Dudley Dursley
Human Warrior
Age 9
Level 1
Str: 16
Agi: 6
Stam: 8
Int: 8
Wis: 6
Mag: 0
Stat Points: 0
WTF? I am fucking Dudley? Warrior? Crap, I am a kid again? Ffs do I have Magic skills? "Skills!"
Basic Education: 54%
Higher Education: Locked
Magic Education: Year 1 - 100% 2 - 95% 3 - 91% 4 - 75% Locked
Magic Level Voldemort: Disabled.
I am fucked! I am a stupid Troll. That makes me almost afraid to ask what my abilities are: "Abilities!"
Gamers Body LV Max
Gamers Mind LV Max
ID Create/Escape LV1
Empty Dungeon
Zombie Dungeon
Inventory
To sum it up, I am a strong fat stupid kid who is tired after a 100-yard run and as nimble as a whale on a beach with no Magic in a Harry Potter World.
"Hey! Where is My Starters Pack? My Gacha? My AI?"
Main Quest: Keep ROB entertained.
Sigh, in other words, this is for his fun, not mine, my Inventory is empty, I have no Magic, Voldy's Magic is completely gone, and I have to fight zombies as a slowpoke. It is a good thing Gamers Mind is on, I am still pissed that I couldn't shag the girls, and it looks like I can't get some here either. Fun times ahead indeed, well, I better get started.
You slept in your bed
Health is at 100%
I looked at the date, I am in luck, it is the start of the summer holiday, my first goal is to find an explanation for my changed behavior without Mum and Dad freaking out about it. The memories of Dudley rushed in, my Gamers Mind negated the pain, anyway, I am a total asshole. At this pace I'll be in prison before I am twenty-one, no, I will end up in Juvi before that.
I went downstairs and into the kitchen, the Freak had breakfast ready, I was quite hungry and attacked my food… there is so much wrong with this situation. Why do I think this is normal? There is something wrong here. I didn't finish my food and went outside, noticing the joy on the Frea… Harry's face when he saw the full plate I left behind. There is something very wrong here.
I went into the tool shed and searched for some kind of weapon, in a corner I found some old tools, a hammer, a hand axe, and some screwdrivers, Dad won't miss those, it has been two years since he did something in the garden. Ah, a small crowbar! I put them all in my Inventory. Now I have to come up with a good story.
I got it! I went to the doorpost and gave it a forceful headbutt. Damn! That hurt like a bitch! Dizzy, I went back inside: "Mum! I tripped and hit my head! It hurts!"
Mum panicked: "Duddikins! Let me see, do we need to call an ambulance? Vernon! Call the doctor!"
I played the wounded Hero for a day or two, it is easy to fool a Doctor, if you say your head hurts and there is a big bruise, there must be something wrong. Mum noticed something was wrong when my appetite was lowered, and Harry got more leftovers.
On the third day, I got out of my bed and went downstairs to the kitchen, it was Sunday and it was time to have a talk.
"Mum? Dad? Are we Normal?" I asked.
Vernon frowned: "Of course, son, we are completely normal, why do you ask that?"
"Well Dad, after I hit my head, I started to think, it became more clear to me. Do normal people treat their cousins like we treat the Freak? We are mean to him on purpose, it is as if something is forcing us to be mean to him, is that normal?"
I looked at Dad and said: "If we visit Aunt Marge, she is nice to everyone, but when she visits us she is mean to the Freak, she even set her Ripper on him last time she was here. That is not normal, is it? It is like something in this house wants us to be mean to the Freak."
Ah, they are getting what I am hinting at. The freaks are hexing us! Mum got nervous and looked around to see if she could find anything freakish, Dad's head got purple and almost exploded.
Finally, he blew up: "Those freaks have done something to our heads? How dare they! How did you come to this conclusion Dudley?"
I shrugged: "For one, I don't hate him anymore, he is my cousin, I saw other kids play with their families, and not one is treating them as bad as we treat the Freak. Even if we don't like him, does he deserve what we are doing to him? He sleeps under the stairs! If the neighbors know how we treat him would they find that normal? Therefore I think something is wrong, Dad."
Mum came to her senses: "Duddikins is right, Vernon. Every time I look at the Freak I get angry and want to punish him. We don't have that for the children in our neighborhood, only for the Frea… Harry."
That is the truth as a matter of fact, Gamers Mind canceled every outside influence on my mind, so there is definitively something making us hate Harry. The problem is to find out what it is and how to eliminate it without alarming the old goat.
Dad was fuming: "Not only did they drop him on our doorstep, but they are changing us into criminals! We don't even have a chance to do something about it!"
I suggested: "We can fight it, Dad. We can start treating Harry as if he is my brother. I clear those broken toys from the spare bedroom and he can have that room to sleep in. Then we need to do our best to control our hate. I bet they won't like it when we treat Harry better."
Xxxxx
That night, I set my spare watch on the nightstand and noted the time. I geared up in old clothes and my axe in my hand. "Save Game Slot One! Save Game! Nothing? Son of a bitch! ID Zombie Dungeon!"
This is so cool! I am in a bloody Dungeon! This is every Gamers wet dream! Until they notice that the skill Fast Typing doesn't kill Zombies. The starter area was a safe spot, carefully I scouted the surroundings, to my right I spotted a lone Zombie, I took my time to see his moving pattern and possible weak spots.
Skill created:
Observe. LV1
Now we are talking! "Observe!" Zombie LV 4 Undead. Okay, it is a start, I just have to level it up. That Zombie is three levels higher than me, so I need to ambush it. When the Zombie turned his back to me I silently advanced and before it could turn, my axe was cleaving its skull halfway through. Sweat! Critical hit! A one-shot! I RULE! I smiled at the notification. Level up! New Level: 2
New Skill created:
One-Handed Axe LV1
Quickly I checked how much I gained with one level.
Dudley Dursley
Human Warrior
Age 9
Level 2
Str: 17
Agi: 7
Stam: 9
Int: 9
Wis: 7
Mag: 1
Stat Points: 5
Cheap bastards! Only one point for leveling up and five free stats points? That will take me forever to get things done! What is the loot? 20 Pence… Cheap bastards. I searched a bit in my Game settings and put Auto Loot on. Carefully I advanced, each time ambushing them from behind. It needed four Zombies to level up this time. To pick up the pace I put five more points in Agility and raised it to 13, which gave me confidence to fight them upfront.
I managed to level one more time and called it a night. ID Escape! It is a bit slow pacing, but the good news is that the time in the Dungeon moves ten times faster than the outside world. My loot? 120 Pence and a collarbone.
I inspected my Inventory, it is one big space, that will be messy after a while, ah, slots for armor and equipment! My axe found its spot, and my old clothes… my Cloth Armor, that sounds better. That settles it. Now my planning, I will start with blocks of two hours in the Dungeon throughout the day, with resting times in the empty Dungeon.
In bed I went over what happened in the Dungeon, first of all, spending time Gaming was not as useful as I thought it to be. All I got out of it was some general knowledge of the monsters. To kill them, I had to use real-life skills, whacking it on the head with a keyboard won't work.
I need to conserve my Stat Points for higher levels when raising my stats will be harder. No, that is the next thing I need to find out, to see if it is possible to raise my stats outside the Dungeon.
Xxxxx
The next day, Harry moved into his new room, he got a new bed and desk to do his homework, new clothes, the boy was scared shitless. He thought it was like the last meal on death row.
I gave him a stack of books to read and a load of toys: "Here, things are going to change, Harry, it is hard to understand, but something here is trying to force us to hate you, now that we know it, we will try to treat you better. The Harry Hunting stops too."
Harry looked puzzled: "How is that possible?"
I shrugged: "My guess? Magic, didn't you notice when that word is said by us, Mum and Dad lose their temper? As if that word triggers a reaction from them. I got rid of it with that blow on my head, but I doubt it will work on them."
Yeah, I better nip that in the but, or Harry will go after them with a frying pan. Once Harry got settled, I went down to talk to Dad.
I approached him and asked: "Dad? Now that we are treating Harry better, I want to share some of the chores he had to do, and I want to lose some weight, maybe do some boxing?"
Dad nodded approvingly at me: "You did change, my boy, you are right of course, maybe it is time I lost some weight too. Hmm, I think I have my old punching bag stashed away in the garage, come, let's find it, there are some workout tools in there somewhere too."
Two hours later we managed to clear a corner and install a workout setup. We got exhausted after some practice. Tired, we came into the kitchen for dinner. Dad huffed out of breath: "Pet, we just found out that we are out of shape and overweight. We need to change that, I can't remember why I stopped working out, but I'll start again."
Mum smiled: "You were so handsome when we dated, Vernon, yes, you could lose a few pounds. And you to Duddikins? Your Father was a great boxer in his youth, you can learn a lot from him."
I sighed: "I know, Mum, but I need to get in condition first, I am not fast enough and have no endurance. And I eat too much."
I noticed that Harry was slack-jawed, our conversation was so outlandish that he must have thought he shifted into another reality. It was such a big change in our behavior, if I told him he was in the Twilight Zone he would believe it. I helped with the dishes, did some chores in the garden, and went to my room to do my Dungeon.
Xxxxx
The Dungeon didn't reset, I changed my gear and went hunting. Two hours later I got up to level five. When I left the Zombie Dungeon, I immediately entered an Empty Dungeon. This dungeon is a carbon copy of the real world without the small stuff, just furniture. It is for training new skills I think, for now, it is to take a nap. I set a timer and crashed on my bed.
Two hours later I woke up, I could already tell that this was going to mess with my biorhythm, I can't make it into 28 or 32-hour days without getting a backlash from it, although, I have Gamers Body a few hours in my bed will make me well rested. It prevents me from bringing Harry along, he can handle at most two hours a day extra. For now, my best course of action will be doubling my time, 48 hours a day.
I have to start with solo runs, I got to be strong enough to protect the kid in here. While Mum and Dad were watching the Tellie, Harry was sitting behind them out of sight but was allowed to watch for the first time. I went to the kitchen and filled some empty soda bottles with tap water and some slices of bread in a paper bag.
"Good night, everyone, I am going to game in my room," I said and went upstairs, it isn't even a lie. Once in my room, I geared up, entered my ID Zombie Dungeon, and went on a rampage for five hours, by then my water bottles were empty and I was running on fumes. I did manage to gain two levels. Level 7 now, seven levels on two days, I think this game is on Hard Mode or ROB is fucking with the settings.
The Game made me a Warrior, if I remember it right, I can change class at Level 50. That will be my first target, I need to be able to use Magic before I turn eleven which is in twelve and a half months. My birthday is in two weeks, then I have a whole year to grind and prepare for Hogwarts… I bet Dad is going to shit bricks when he finds out. Now, if I only had some stamina left to get a refill on my bottles… Fuck it, I am going to crash in my Empty Dungeon and sleep it off. Crazy, I spent thirty minutes in real time and I am dead tired.
You slept in a bed
Health is at 50%
Damn, I thought my bed in the Empty Dungeon counted as my real bed, maybe it is that I didn't get an eight-hour sleep. I need to prepare better, I am going to shop tomorrow.
You slept in your bed
Health is at 100%
I woke up early, I went into the Kitchen and asked Mum: "Mum, can you teach me to cook too? I bet I need that skill when I am going to a University or am living on my own someday."
Shut it! This kid can shape up, remember that with each level my Intellect and Wisdom go up too? When I get to Level 100 I will be a rocket scientist. Pretending you can't cook is easy, meh, who am I kidding, I never could cook in the first place. That shit Game didn't give me my cooking skill.
After shopping for me and Harry, Dad taught us how to workout and how to train on the punching bag… no not on Harry this time, we got a real punching bag.
Xxxxx
I got into a routine, doing chores with Harry, working out with Dad and Harry, and Dungeon diving alone. I took some time to spend with my friends and reeducated them. I told them that the way we were heading we end up in prison. Meh, I'll beat them up if they give me trouble.
Slowly I got in shape, by the time it was my birthday I reached Level 20, and killing Zombies became easy. My new skills are Spear Mastery LV5 and One Hand Mace LV7 and I liked Dual Wielding LV8 the most. A Mace in one hand and an Axe in the other sped up my kill count a lot. It is irking me that the Game doesn't give quests to me, there is only the main Quest. I am getting shafted here.
My birthday was the simple celebration I asked for, no thirty-six presents, I settled for thirty-five… fuck you! Those are my presents! Keep your remarks for after you remember how you liked getting presents.
Xxxxx
The day after my birthday, I called Harry into my room: "Harry, do you remember the day I hurt my head? You see, that day I got something special, I gained a special power, and I think I can share that power with you."
I sent him an invite and said: "To accept you have to mentally click yes on the screen. Yes, like that, let's see your stats."
Harry James Potter
Human Mage
Age 9
Level 1
Str: 6
Agi: 12
Stam: 12
Int: 15
Wis: 9
Mag: (60) 6
Stat Points: 0
Skills
Basic Education: 84%
Accidental Magic: LV8
Cooking: LV20
Herbology: LV7
Stealth: LV9
Unarmed Combat: LV1
I offered him: "This is not all, Harry, I have a way to train this up, just like in our console games, we can enter a dungeon and fight Zombies. I am at Level 20 already, do you want to join me?"
Harry looked at me and said: "I remember that day, you changed completely, as if you are someone else. What happened?"
I showed my stats: "See that ability Gamers Mind? That prevents all mind-controlling influences. Whatever made me hate you is stopped. Now that Mum and Dad know someone is forcing them to hate you, they are fighting against it. That is why they mostly ignore you, I suggest you do the same, avoid conflicts and we will get along fine."
I continued: "You noticed that you are a Mage, and I am a Warrior. Your Magic between brackets is the real value of your Magic, I suspect it is bound somehow. Also, you don't have spells, we have to work on that. Do you want to do a Dungeon with me?"
After his nod, I handed him some old clothes and a spear. ID Zombie Dungeon! Harry's eyes bulged out when he saw Zombies wandering through City ruins, a typical apocalyptic scene.
"Their heads are their weak spots, kill the brain and it will stop moving." I explained, "The rest of the body is already dead, so you can't hurt it. If that spear doesn't suit you, I have an Axe and Mace for you to try out. One last thing, I set that all the experience goes to you and time flows ten times faster in here than in the real world. Are you ready?"
We battled for two hours, it boosted Harry to Level 7 and got him Spear Mastery LV3. When we left the Dungeon, Harry's eyes shined, I awakened the killer in him. He is a true fighter, if he wasn't he would have been turned into an obscuro long ago. We weren't exactly nice to Harry all these years.
I stored his outfit and weapons and said: "We need to find a way to get you some spells, Accidental Magic is just that, Accidental, you can't count on it."
Harry nodded: "I can almost feel it, but I can't reach it, maybe I need to force my Accidental Magic on that blockage?"
"Come, we go in my Empty Dungeon, it is possible this house is being monitored. ID Empty Dungeon!"
Harry looked bewildered around, "This is our house? Where is all your stuff?"
I shrugged: "It is as I said an Empty Dungeon, it is a mirror world, you can try to unblock your Magic if you can."
I know we are taking a risk, but his magic bound for 90% doesn't leave much to work with, although 67 Magic is a lot. I checked his stats and stopped him.
"Wait, Harry!" I called out, "Check your Magic numbers, you started with (60) and 6 to work with, seven levels give you seven points but now you have (67) 13 The points you get are not bound, soon you have enough to do damage."
Harry checked his stats
Harry James Potter
Human Mage
Age 9
Level 7
Str: 13
Agi: 19
Stam: 19
Int: 22
Wis: 16
Mag: (67) 13
Stat Points: 35
Skills
Basic Education: 84%
Accidental Magic: LV8
Cooking: LV20
Herbology: LV7
Stealth: LV9
Unarmed Combat: LV1
Spear Mastery LV3
He commented: "I can put those free stats points in Magic, then I have more Magic power."
I shook my head: "Try putting five points in first, chances are they are added to the (67)… see? That would be wasting your points."
Harry sighed: "As always it would be too good to be true."
We exited the Dungeon and I said: "We go in every day for two hours with all the XP going to you. I do more runs on my own, Gamers Body makes me recuperate faster. It doesn't seem much, but after a year we will become Super Heroes. What you can do on your own is to try to sense your Magic or the Magic around the house. For example Mrs. Figgs and her cats. Some of those cats are strange, and they seem too smart to be normal cats, also, for an old batty woman she is living in a house she could normally not afford. If there is someone spying on us, she is a prime candidate for it."
The seed is sown, now it will grow. If Harry trains his Magic senses, he will sense the Magic in those half-breed Kneazles.
Xxxxx
I found a nice loophole! I can take Galleons out of my Inventory! I just have to think about the currency I want and my Inventory takes it out on the current exchange rating. It works even on the Russian Ruble and Japanese Yen. I can save up on Galleons, this way I don't need to depend on Harry to buy something in Diagon Alley. My exchange rating is even better than Gringotts, those hustlers take a cut of 10%.
Anyway, on Harry's Birthday, he was Level 13, and I was Level 26. It was the first time we celebrated his birthday, even Dad forced himself to be nice and smile. The kid was in tears when he opened his presents, all four of them, he got two from me.
"Boy, now that you are ten years old, you will get pocket money, spend it wisely," said Dad, he forgot to mention that I got pocket money from seven years old, but those are minor details. It meant a lot to Harry, I bet he could power a Patronus with it.
It was hard on my parents though, they still hate Harry with a passion and are fighting against it every minute.
The next day when Dad was at work, I took Mum apart and asked: "Mum? Can you tell us about the people that put Harry here? There must be a way to let you stop hating Harry, we see that you and Dad are struggling with it."
Mum sighed and started her tale: "My sister Lilly, your mother, Harry, was born with Magic, a boy from our neighborhood had Magic too, he was a mean kid, but he doted on Lilly. When Lilly was eleven a professor from their Magic school came and invited her to attend. So will you next year, Harry. Over the seven years of school, we drifted apart, Snape was the major cause of hogging all her free time."
She smiled sadly: "I admit I was jealous of her, she fell in love with your father and married. During those years there was a civil war caused by some blood purists. They hunted the Magicals with normal parents. Lilly got dragged into that war by being married to Potter. Those blood purists killed my parents to get to her. Mum and Dad never saw you two, we were pregnant when they died in a horrible way."
With tears in her eyes, she continued: "I screamed the most awful insults to her and told her it was her fault they died and I never wanted to see her and her kind again. That was the last time I saw her. After you were born she sent me a note with your name and day of birth."
Mum dried her tears and said: "There is a whole community of Magicals, Wizards, and Witches they call themselves, they hid themselves after the witch hunts in the 1600s. They are very strict with that secrecy, they erase your memories if you accidentally witness them doing Magic. Lilly went to a place in London to get her school equipment. The entrance is a tacky pub, I went there with her the first four years, then we were drifting apart."
I asked: "Can we go there and seek help? They must have Bobbies like we have."
Mum shook her head: "The man that put Harry here is the Headmaster of that school, he is also the leader of their Parliament. He will find out and erase our memory of how we treated Harry this last month. He is too powerful."
I asked: "So there is no other faction that we can turn to, or can we find a specialist to search for that curse?"
Mum thought for a bit, finally, she said: "Lilly once said she wanted to be a Curse breaker at Gringotts. That is their bank, it is run by Goblins and is independent. That is a possibility, I have to talk about it with Vernon."
"Everything is better than this situation, Mum, we can see it is eating on you and Dad. We can go there to explain our situation and hire a Goblin to investigate… do they have lawyers?" I pleaded.
Xxxxx
Four days later we stood before the Leaky Cauldron, Mum, Harry, and me.
28 Fun at Gringotts.
Mum and I had to hold on to Harry to see the pub, we selected this day carefully, a rainy Saturday morning. Ok, we didn't select it, I guided them to that. Here were my arguments: There must be a reason why Harry is placed with normal people, there must be a reason why Harry is placed with us by a powerful man, and there must be a reason why that powerful man wants us to treat Harry like shit.
My conclusion: It had to do something with that civil war, and Harry must be an important figure, or that old man must be jealous and have a hidden agenda. Maybe Harry's family is rich and that old man is robbing him, or that old man wants Harry to be weak and timid. It is possible that if Harry is seen, they would alert that old man. Hence we need to disguise Harry.
So, we stand in front of that pub on a rainy Saturday morning with our raincoats on, and Harry with an extra cap that hides his scar. We entered the shady pub, I must say, was very retro indeed, the cleaning crew must have passed here sometime last year. Anyway, Mum asked the bartender to open the passage to the alley. Tom, I recognized the dude from previous levels, was friendly enough to open it and show Harry the secret code… nah, I better don't comment on it.
We entered the alley, from a normal point of view, we landed in the Victorian age, cobbled roads and old-fashioned houses were the main theme, it was not exactly promoting the benefits of Magic to normal people imo.
Mum knew the building of those Goblins and headed that way. Harry soaked all the new wonders up, brooms, a postal office with a big Owl painted on the door, all kinds of shops that sell the most ridiculous things… ok that last one was my opinion.
We got on the steps of Gringotts and saw the guards at the door with mean-looking halberds. What are halberds you ask? A combination of a spear and an axe on a long stick, they used them against people on horses in the old days. Harry and I took defensive positions next to Mum and kept them in our sight at all times. Those guards watched our formation and nodded approvingly, they must have recognized that we have fighting experience, and killing Zombies is a good way to get that.
Mum went to a free booth and asked the Goblin: "Excuse me, how can we hire someone to inspect our house for curses?"
The Goblin looked up at Mum and said: "By making an appointment with a curse breaker."
That little piece of shit is making fun of Mum? I cut in and said: "We don't want to waste your time or ours, to get to the point, we want to hire a curse breaker to inspect our house. Can you arrange it or do we need to ask it at another booth?"
Hah! Letting Goblins know that they are wasting precious time is a slap on their face. With a sour face he said: "Enter waiting room nr3, someone will come for you."
In room nr3 Harry got nervous after ten minutes: "Did they forget about us? Why is this taking so long?"
I shrugged: "It is a power play, Harry. Remember Mum telling about a civil war by blood purists? If they look down on their own kind, they look down even more on other races. These Goblins look like mean fighters, letting us wait is their way to let us know they are not afraid of us. I bet they are even monitoring us to see how much we are upset about it."
I grinned: "Remember what Dad told us, never let a customer see how badly you want to close this deal. These Goblins are playing hard to get."
They must have heard us, a young Goblin opened the door and said: "Follow me." he turned and walked out.
"That is another way to project superiority," I explained to Harry when we followed the Goblin, "use commands instead of requests, the simple word please will define whether you are in the dominant position or in the weaker depending one. Do we need them, or do they need us?"
Harry frowned: "Don't we need them more than they need us?"
I shook my head: "No, you don't know that, remember, you could be from a rich family with a lot of money stashed in here. That makes them need us more, and we need to know your financial situation."
The Goblin was annoyed by my rude comments about their bank policies, mostly because they were on point. He reached the door, knocked on it, and opened it: "Go inside, Sharptooth is expecting you."
I sassed him: "You can go now, this could take a while."
Sharptooth watched us enter, when we sat down he said: "Why do you need a curse breaker? It is clear that you are Muggles."
Mum shook her head: "Not all of us. This is our nephew, Harry Potter, Dumbledore dropped the boy on our doorstep on November 1 81 with a note that we have to take care of the boy. A little over a month ago my son hit his head, and noticed that our behavior is not natural."
She took a deep breath and continued: "You see, all those years we hated the boy and treated him badly, very badly. When my son recuperated from his head injury, he noticed that he didn't hate Harry anymore, and pointed out that our hate for the boy is not normal. We are trying to stop the hate, but every time I look at the boy I want to punish him. My husband has it worse, he has to suppress his hate for Harry and it is taxing on him."
"Harry Potter you say? The boy is quite famous in our world." said Sharptooth, "The Potters are important clients too. I have to call his account manager."
He pressed a few buttons and spoke in a tube in his language.
I nudged Harry and said: "See? They need you more. Mum? We better get to the bottom of this, Dumbledore must have a reason to get Harry abused. Maybe he is robbing Harry of his gold."
Sharptooth heard me and commented: "Nobody can rob our bank young boy."
I shrugged: "If that man can put your important client away in the normal world, what else can he do? Get himself in a position as a guardian? Tell me, can he rob your important client of all his gold from YOUR bank?"
Sharptooth glared at me "If their Ministry appoints him to be the boy's guardian, then it is not our fault if he empty the vaults."
I smiled and said: "Would it be good for business if word got out that Gringotts didn't even protest when Harry Potter got robbed? Would Harry Potter keep his money here? Would Harry Potter say nice things about the service here?"
I glared at him and said: "It is not your business but it is in your best interest to make it your business. That man made us hate Harry! Harry was forced to sleep under the stairs because of that hate!"
Mum was speechless, her Duddikins grew a pair. She was so proud and yet scared that I overstepped my boundaries, those men at the entrance looked mean.
An old Goblin entered the room, and spotted Harry: "Harry Potter? And who might you two be?"
Mum said: "I am his Aunt from his mother's side and this is Dudley, my son. We came searching for help."
Blooddagger glanced at Sharptooth and back at Harry: "Help? What kind of help are we talking about?"
I commented: "The curse breaker kind, sir. If you let someone examine Harry for example you will know."
Mum added: "For all the years he is with us, we hated Harry, that is not normal, he never gave us cause to hate him, and yet we can't shake that hate. Dudley hurt his head a month ago and got rid of that hate."
Bloody fuckers, do I need to spell it out before they move their ass? Are they so afraid of that old goat that they rather lose a client than go against Dumbledore?
Blooddagger said to Sharptooth: "Get granny here."
A few buttons pressed later an old… very old Goblin female came in the room, some Gobelywobely talk and she took a nasty dagger out of somewhere and pointed it at Harry.
I protested: "Hey, old lady! There is no need to stab Harry, put that knife away!"
Blooddagger commented: "Let Granny do her Magic, boy. Young Harry will not be harmed."
Granny frowned, and waved her dagger on Harry again: "What in Niffler's name have they done to you, boy? Who in their right mind blocks Magic that severely? Why didn't you get fed? Blooddagger! Prepare the ritual room! The boy has a piece of soul locked in that scar!"
Granny turned to us and growled: "Are you responsible for starving that boy?"
I went between them and defended Mum: "They made us hate Harry, old woman! Don't you dare blame my Mum! That is why we came here looking for help in the first place."
Granny cooled down and nodded: "We will investigate this, for now, we are going to cure the boy. Sharptooth, see to it."
Sharptooth said: "I will, Granny. Well, for starters, I would like your names and address, this turns out to be a high-profile case, so we need to do this by the book."
Mum answered: "Vernon and Petunia Dursley Evans, privet drive four Little Winging Surrey. We want a curse breaker to investigate our home, and if there is a curse that lets us hate Harry, we want to get it disabled. We suspect there are other issues we are not aware of."
Mum remembered what I said and continued: "Also as his… Muggle? Guardians, we want an audit of his accounts because we suspect foul play. If there is we want to hire a lawyer if you have them."
Sharptooth noted it down and answered: "We will send a curse breaker when you are back home, the audit and lawyer you have to arrange that with Blooddagger, Mr. Potter's account manager. Someone will lead you there once Granny is done with Mr. Potter."
Finally, there is movement! Harry will get his Magic unlocked, probably his Horcrux removed, and the damage we've done to him healed. And let me tell you, we treated him like shit.
Xxxxx
Two hours later we sat in Blooddagger's office, he told us: "We removed a soul piece from the boy's scar, we removed two blocks from his Magic, and repaired the damage done to his body. Heir Potter is going to take potions to correct his growth for three weeks to get him where he should be."
He took a big ledger out of his cabinet and put it on his desk: "As his Muggle guardians you are allowed to be informed of his assets in this bank. You are not allowed to redraw money or items."
Blooddagger paged through the book and asked: "Are you receiving 50 Galleons each month for his upkeep? That is about 500 Pounds in Muggle currency."
Mum shook her head: "No, not one penny."
I added: "Maybe that cat lady that is always watching us is getting that money." I turned to Mum and said, "Mrs Figs, Mum, she has some strange cats, those cats are always watching us."
Blooddagger said: "That is almost 10,000 Galleons that is going somewhere it isn't supposed to go. Here is the contact information of several law firms, choose one of them to represent you. I suggest you buy an owl to keep in touch with us. We adjusted the Mail diversion on Heir Potter to receive Gringotts mail."
Harry, still groggy from the procedure asked: "Why do we have to buy an owl?"
Blooddagger explained: "We send our letters with post owls, Heir Potter."
I commented: "We need Galleons to buy one I suppose?"
Blooddagger nodded: "Heir Potter needs to put his ring on and he can pay with it up to 200 Galleons a month, and after his eleventh birthday he has free access to his trust vault. As it was for all the Potter scions before him."
I nudged Harry: "Harry, ask for your ring, maybe we can buy some spell books."
That woke him up, "Can I have my ring, please?"
I said: "Harry, ask for 200 Galleons too, if you pay with your ring, that old man will find out."
Xxxxx
We left Gringotts, Harry said: "200 Galleons! Aunt? Can we buy something here?"
Mum thought for a bit and said: "That owl first, then we will see how much time we have left, our last train leaves in three hours, any later then we miss the curse breakers."
70 Galleons for a freaking bird! I talked him out of those exotic models, a common short-eared owl, yes there is a common long-eared one as well strangely enough. Harry got a sense of humor and named him Zombie.
I suggested: "If they are so smart, let him fly home, then we don't have to carry it around."
Mum was helpful and said: "Lilly had a travel trunk and a book bag, that book bag could hold over a hundred books."
I pointed to a clothing store and said: "Maybe we have to buy some disguise like what they are wearing around here. We stick out like a sour thumb."
Xxxxx
We arrived back home with a book bag filled with spell books and three robes. Once we wore those robes nobody looked at us anymore, money well spent. Zombie was waiting for us at home.
I explained it to Dad: "Those naffers don't have a post office or telephones, can you believe that Harry had to buy an owl to send mail? We bought a native one that won't stand out, we can let it stay in the garage, that small window can stay open if a neighbor says something about it, we are just nature lovers and allow that owl to nest there. They have a ring on their paw for not to be noticed."
Mum warned Dad: "Later today someone will inspect the house, dear. Harry was a mess too, Dumbledore messed him up just like he did with us."
Dad was fuming, I tried to calm him: "Relax Dad, I could be over today. Let's hit that punching bag, spending hours there makes me want to hit something too."
Hitting a sandbag is therapeutic, once we got our aggression vented, we waited for the curse breakers.
Xxxxx
Two curse breakers arrived a disguised Goblin and a… fucking Weasley. I saw them taking notes from across the street and went to them.
"Good day, Master Goblin, and Mr.?" I let the question hang.
"William Weasley, Mr. Dursley, apprentice Curse Breaker under Sharpclaw," he answered.
I nodded and asked: "We can trust that anything you find out here stays in Gringotts? And doesn't find its way to the Ministry or Hogwarts?"
Sharpclaw grumbled: "It better stay in Gringotts if he wants to keep his job."
I smiled: "Then I let you to it, Master Curse Breaker, if you want access to our home, just knock on our door."
A half-hour later they knocked on the door, Mum let them in, Sharpclaw said: "This house is a hazard, can you call everyone in this room?"
Once here, Sharpclaw started to wave his dagger and started chanting, Mum and I needed to restrict Dad to prevent him from lashing out.
Weasley explained: "We encountered several problems, first of all, a Blood ward attached to Mr. Potter, highly illegal, next, a blood tracker also on Mr. Potter, illegal too. Several monitoring spells and triggers, and worse of all, a spell that makes the target, Mr. Potter hated, with this house as the center, it spreads out in a radius of a mile, the closer to the center, the more severe the hate is, out of a hundred yard it shows as being disliked and frowned upon."
He looked worried: "I fear Mr. Potter was heavily abused in this house. With the strength of that spell, it had to be."
Mum nodded: "Harry was abused here for years by us. We looked at him and wanted to punish him, worse, we thought it was normal to punish him. Last month my Dudley snapped out of it and made us see what we were doing wrong. Vernon and I are still fighting the urge to punish Harry."
Sharpclaw ended his chant and said: "I deactivated the Curse, the caster, however, is Dumbledore, to go against him you need some powerful allies. I can not remove the other spells without alerting him.
Weasley said: "My family are loyal supporters of the headmaster, to show my loyalty to Gringotts and you, our client, I suggest you contact Madam Bones, the head of the Department of Magic of Law Enforcement. She is the most honest one in the DMLE and the Ministry. Others are the heads of the Gray faction of the Wizengamot, our Parliament, Lord Greengrass, or Lord Davis."
Sharpclaw confirmed it: "Weasley is correct, Bones has the reputation of being incorruptible, and the Lords are from the moderate faction. We will file a report to the Potter account manager and send a copy here. You are familiar with owl post?"
Mum answered, "We bought one today."
We literary saw Dad relax when the effect of that spell faded, he commented: "I never felt better in years. I think it even affected my job. Whatever you did, I thank you for it."
Sharpclaw said: "We will charge the Potter account, Blooddagger will do everything to get his money from Dumbledore once you want to take him to court. Good day to all of you."
Xxxxx
It was a big change, seeing Dad so relaxed was new to us, when I get my hands on Dumbledore he will find out how mad I am at him now. He ruined our childhood completely, a raging Dad and a bitter Mum, and there is me, also a big bag of problems.
After dinner, one with smiling faces for once, Harry and I went upstairs to check his books out. In his room he spread his books out, we made three stacks, one with information on the Wizarding world, like customs and laws, one with spells like Charms and Transfiguration, and one with supporting spells like grooming and household spells.
I warned Harry: "Harry, we need to be careful with using spells in the house, that old man is monitoring us. We better practice in our Dungeons."
After I invited Harry he called out: "Dud! These books are glowing now, this one says Household Spells for the Housewives of Tomorrow, do you want to learn? Do I click yes?"
I shrugged: "Try it out, wait we better go in the dungeon, ID Empty Dungeon! Alright, try it."
"I need thirty Intellect and Wisdom to learn it." said a disappointed Potter.
"Try some other books, that one, it is for first-year students." I encouraged him.
Harry managed to learn two books, both first-year books, Charms and Transfigurations. He cursed when he tried his first spell: "Come on! Now it says I need a Wand or a Staff! Where do I get one of those?"
I shrugged and answered: "Ask Mum tomorrow when Dad is at work. She will remember some from your mum. We better level up in the dungeon first, Harry, you can read your books when we are done, all I can see about your books is that I need to be a Mage to use them."
We vented our frustration out on the Zombies. In the end, Harry got up to Level 24, high enough to learn the household spells. Yes, it needs a Wand too. Poor guy, I almost feel sorry for him… almost.
I restocked my water and food and started to kill Zombies like crazy. Five hours later I gained nine levels too, I am at Level 35 now, I did a power nap in my Empty Dungeon, and added 4 extra hours, bringing me to Level 42. Exhausted I crashed into my bed.
You slept in your bed
Health is at 100%
Man, there is no end to these Zombies, every week That dungeon resets, and we can start all over. Harry had his nose in the spell books and studied as a zealot when I called him down.
"Harry, we need to discuss with Mum what we are going to do next." I said, "We need to take action now before he notices he isn't getting any Gringotts mail."
Harry looked up and nodded: "Selecting a lawyer first, then the rest."
When Dad was off to work, Mum put the stack of papers on the table: "Gringots recommended these firms. Which one do we choose?"
I browsed through the names, one stood out Tonks & Black. We got to have them! I remember Nimmy from previous Layers, and she is smoking hot! Too bad my nuts haven't dropped in yet. It took some pushing and pulling, but we selected Tonks & Black and Nimmy.
While Mum wrote the letter, Harry called Zombie in. Zombie was eager to deliver his very first letter and was happily hooting. "Wait for a response or until they say you can leave, Zombie," said Harry. Zombie took off like a rocket… a very slow rocket, but still.
Xxxxx
That evening, the Tonkses paid a visit, when I opened the door, I spotted Nimmy, I told them: "No magic in this house please, we are being monitored. Do come in Mr. Tonks, Madam Black, and Pink Hairdo." yep, she still is a bombshell.
With Dad calmed down, we explained our current situation and what happened in the past. We proved it with the reports from Gringott's healers and the report from the curse breakers. A show and tell of the cupboard, we let it stay for evidence, convinced them to take our case.
Tonks said: You must realize that the chance of winning is low, Dumbledore is too well connected and can call in many favors. To even have a chance, Mr. Potter needs to become a public figure, which means becoming a social celebrity, going to parties and events. Are you willing to do that Mr. Potter?"
Andromeda warned: "It can reflect badly on the Dursley family when the word gets out Harry was abused by them, even when they know it was forced."
Hmm, I have to push them in the right direction: "With all these spells and trackers on Harry, Dumbledore must have worked hard to get Harry into the normal world, who were the candidates to be Harry's guardian? I doubt Aunt Lilly wanted Harry to be raised by that old man, who were his friends? His godparents?"
Andromeda answered: "If I remember it right, Sirius Black and Alice Longbottom were Harry's Godparents, we were good friends of the Potters too, Nymphadora babysat Harry plenty of times. A lot of others died in those last months, we had a traitor in our circle."
Harry looked at Nimmy and mouthed 'Nymphadora'? Nimmy freaked Dad out by shifting her hair in ten different colors, Harry exclaimed: "That is so cool! You are a walking mood ring!"
Dad took another sip of his whiskey and chose not to look at the proof Magic does exist. Mum hit her Gin bottle too. This is going to be a long evening.
I asked: "What happened to their Will? We saw the Bank ledgers, they must have planned for the future."
Tonks answered: "Dumbledore sealed the Will and claimed Guardianship in the name of the nation's security."
Dad exploded: "Putting the boy here so he could be abused is for the nation's security? Does he have to die before he graduates to keep your nation secure?"
Andromeda looked thoughtful and said: "Maybe he does, or he overpowered that hate curse and made you abuse the boy more than he intended."
I added: "Or he got rid of all the ones that could claim guardianship, so he could place Harry here and that hate spell was exactly what he intended What about his godparents? Isn't there some Magic oath they have to do? I mean, why else do you have Magic?"
Andromeda finally got the hint: "Sirius! He took the Godfather Oath! There is no way he could have betrayed Harry! He is innocent in Azkaban! Azkaban is our Magical prison."
I added: "And someone is doing a lot to keep him there, or he would have asked for a trial to prove his innocence, you have spells to let them tell the truth is it not?"
Now we are getting somewhere, Tonks said: "I will visit the Ministry tomorrow to look in the archives for the trial records, and make an appointment with Madam Bones. Andromeda will visit James and Lilly's friends and ask their opinions. For us, we asked many times to visit Harry but were always denied by Dumbledore for security reasons."
When they left, I said to Nimmy: "Miss Nymphadora, thank you for coming, it is nice to meet Harry's family from the other side, You can call me Dudley, Miss Nymphadora, are you still in school when Harry goes there, Nymphadora? I bet, Nymphadora, that he can use a pretty friend like you when he goes there. What do you think Miss Nymphadora?"
Nimmy glared at me: "Be glad you don't have Magic, brat, or your first year would be hell. You know I don't like my first name do you?"
"Goodbye, Nymphadora, keep in touch," I said when I smiled and closed the door.
Dad looked proudly at me: "Ten years and already flirting with older girls? That is my boy! But you better pick a normal girl next Dudley, they can hurt you a lot with that stick."
Xxxxx
In the Zombie Dungeon, we noticed that the level of the Zombies rose with every reset, they respawn four levels higher than my level. I invited Harry for his daily session and we geared up.
Suddenly he asked me: "Dudley? I noticed that you steered the conversation to where you wanted it to go. Is there something I need to know?"
I shrugged: "Look at my stats, Harry, I started with 8 Intellect and 6 Wisdom, now I have 47 and 45. I can see things more clearly now, just like you. You have 22 more Intellect and Wisdom than before, that is why you asked me that question just now. We are not only getting stronger, but smarter too."
I grinned: "We are going to grind it, Harry, by the time you go to that school you will be able to kick their asses. ID Zombie Dungeon!"
Harry did his first Magic spell! A Wandless Diffindo, a small cutting spell to cut vegetables and meat, Harry used to decapitate those Zombies. It sped our grind up, beheading them was easy, they never dodge a spell, they just keep on walking toward you. Harry got to Level thirty now, eight levels in two hours!
Harry James Potter
Human Mage
Age 10
Level 30
Str: 36
Agi: 42
Stam: 42
Int: 45
Wis: 39
Mag: 95
Stat Points: 125
Skills
Basic Education: 84%
Basic Magical Education 14%
Accidental Magic: LV8
Cooking: LV20
Herbology: LV7
Stealth: LV15
Unarmed Combat: LV5
Not bad for a skinny kid, although I am still boosting him, all my EXP is going to Harry on our run. I compensated by doing four more solo runs to keep ahead of him. The next morning, I got to Level 50
Your Level reached LV50
You may choose to upgrade or change your Class
Upgrade it to (Berserker) (Viking) (Knight) (Samurai)
or choose new Class (Rogue) (Archer) (Mage)
I never pushed a button that fast! I selected Mage. It unlocked my Magic Education, only the first year, but it is a start. Now I have to learn Wandless spells, Voldy could do them, but those spells and memories are disabled. The only thing I know is that it is possible, Harry does it, so will I. That is for tonight though.
Dudley Dursley
Human Warrior
Age 10
Level 50
Str: 66
Agi: 61
Stam: 61
Int: 58
Wis: 55
Mag: 50
Stats Points 245
Basic Education: 54%
Higher Education; Locked
Magic Education: Year 1 - 100% unlocked, 2 - 95% 3 - 91% 4 - 75% Locked
Magic from Voldemort: Disabled.
Observe LV25
One-handed Axe LV 31
Spear Mastery LV16
One Hand Mace LV25
Dual Wielding LV23
Unarmed Combat LV13
Xxxxx
You slept in your bed
Health is at 100%
When I went down into the kitchen for breakfast I grinned at Harry: "We are going to have fun today, Harry!"