AN: so yeah, still writing this on and off, pretty much a write and see where it goes sort of thing.
By this time, if you haven't realized it, its mostly a crackfic for my own amusement
You have reached level 10!
You have earned 1 Attribute point
This ends The Tutorial
Prologue
Wizard Alley?
Harry snorted reading this.
'God must have a weird sense of humour, well there's 1 way to stove this up his butt.' opening the command bar Harry tried [Invulnerability] once again.
[Invulnerability Active] oh boy was Harry going to stir up a hornets nest now. And just to add insult to injury…
[Add level: 20]
[20 levels gained] Harry's face split a maniacal grin.
"Alright maggots, it's time to say goodbye!" Harry cheered happily, his hands sparkling with energy scaring Dudley awake making him fall off the sofa with a dull but audible thud. Quick noise from the rickety roof of the second floor told Harry Vernon's bulk was fast approaching.
"Boy! WHAT THE DEVIL ARE…you…" Vernon started screaming out in rage before he saw his son on the floor white with fear and Harry with sparking hands.
"Uncle Vernon, this is called magic discharge, come any closer and I'll fry you like a side of bacon with it. I know what I am and I have no qualms of using it on any of you in retribution for how you treated me this past 10 years." There was a boom at the door making the Dursley's jump in terror, followed by two more before the door broke and a giant man stepped through.
"Sorry bout tha'" he said picking up the door at righting it to lean up against the frame it broke from. Surveying the scene he walked into he noticed the sparking hands of Harry instantly.
"I haven' seen ye since yer were a baby Harry, seems you grown heaps since then."
"Who are you?" Harry asked for politeness sake.
"Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grains at Hogwarts, of course you know all about Hogwarts, don' ye?"
"Of course, despite every effort from the Dursley's to keep it from me, I know everything; including the fact that you have my Gringotts bank key. I would like it back please, it is mine after all." Harry asked calmly, a mid range wandless compulsion charm mixed in with the request, who knew if Dumbledore had given him instructions not to hand it over.
"O' course 'arry, I 'av it righ' here." The jovile half giant said digging into his pockets till he fished out a small golden key and handing it to Harry. Harry took the key and slipped in in a nether pouch.
The nether pouch was a section of sub space that Harry had learned to twist around his 90th year to store just about anything he wanted with a nifty bit of magic, all he had to as slash three middle fingers with either hand straight down the middle for as long as he wanted for the size of the nether window to be. Then he's toss anything he wanted stored into it and reverse the action he did to open it.
This action totally flummoxed Hagrid and further terrified the Dursley's which just made Harry smirk.
"Thank you for the key Hadrid, I'll be sure to get my supplies and whatnot from Diagon Alley tomorrow, I'll see you September 1st." a slightly stronger compulsion added to his words ensured that his words were followed. Finding out that all these people weren't anything but part of a game, a non-playable characters (NPCs) was a little disheartening, none of whom he interacted with as alive in the sense that he was; but it offered him an opportunity to do things that would be considered unethical if done to other people, since the people interacting with him weren't people per se he felt no guilt.
'If my charisma is high enough I might just be able to have some bedtime fun with some of the fairer sex in Hogwarts.' He mused with a look that looked out of place on an 11 year olds face.
Don't get him wrong, his last play through had afforded him with a good wife and family, but they would never exist again in the same way they once did, if he played the game like he did before.
'Besides,' he thought. 'Trying to play things out the same way as last time wouldn't make this any fun.'
Hagrid left the shack without fanfare, still compelled by Harry's earlier spell, leaving Harry with the Dursley's.
"Right, well now that that's happened, I'm off, I hope I never see any of you ever again in this life." Harry said with little fanfare before following Hagrid's example and leaving the shack.
Casting the strongest wandless Notice Me Not charm that he could (which due to his altered intelligence Constitution and Wisdom stats earlier on that morning via the [Set] command), Harry entered the Leaky cauldron undisturbed and through to Diagon Alley.
Wasting no time Harry made a beeline straight to Gringotts Bank and to the nearest available teller.
Quickly before reaching the teller though Harry opened the interface and input a command.
[Set language: Gogeldygook]
[Error: invalid command] Harry sneered, not this again. Thankfully his notice me not charm was still active so Harry had a little time to tinker with this till he got it right… which he did eventually get right 45 minutes later.
'Hope I don't have the same problem setting back to English.' His only thought before breaking his notice me not charm and addressing the nearest teller.
"Goblin, I have business to attend to this day, please have one of your own show me to this vault." Harry said primly presenting his key to the teller. The teller stilled for a moment as he heard a human speak their native tongue before he nodded once and did as requested, identifying the key and calling for a cart goblin to escort their customer.
Having no need to speak to anyone in the cart Harry spent the ride in the subterranean tunnels setting his language back to default.
'Probably best not to mess with that anymore.' Harry mused. Reaching the vault the Goblin opened the vault ushering Harry inside.
Once inside Harry opened a nether window and tipped one of the mountains of galleons into it and closed it, returning to the cart within minutes. Without delay the cart rocketed back towards the surface to the lobby.
Casting the strongest charm he could to conceal the damnable lightning bolt Harry completed the rest of his school shopping needs, bar the books and the wand, he knew everything in them already and he hadn't needed a wand in decades so Harry strolled merrily into Madam Malkin's to get his robes.
'Why robes are considered the go to outfit for magic kind is totally mind dumbing, they get in the way all the time with their loose sleeves.' Harry thought with a scowl. He'd buy a set of robes, then modify the hell out of them with all the charms he could think of later.
"Hogwarts dear?" Madam Malkin asked as she spotted him.
"Yes indeed madam." He replied politely as one of her assistants lead him over to a vacant stand with waiting measuring tapes and an adjacent parchment. Harry, after altering his awareness stat after the tutorial concluded, grew accustomed to seeing translucent tags above everything, from people's names and life bars to spells and enchantments on other people.
'Never be caught unaware again.' He vowed as the tapes came to life and started zipping all along his lengths of body. Though it had taken him a little time to get used to it when he entered the ally he was more or less used to seeing the sea of tags everywhere now and this small timeframe afforded him a few moments to catalogue everything he's seen in the tunnels of Gringotts, enchantment upon enchantments as far as his eyes could see.
"Hogwarts too?" a voice Harry recognised instantly cut through his musings.
"Indeed Heir Malfoy, a pleasure to meet you." Harry said evenly. After the Tom Riddle era had passed Draco had tried to start a pureblood revolt again when pureblood were losing majority rights within the economic markets decades after he had finished Hogwarts. Needless to say Draco was nothing like his father and was unable to grease the palms needed to stay out of jail and spent the majority of his years behind bars.
"What House do you think you'll be sorted into? I'm going to be Slytherin, my whole family has been Slytherin, I'd leave if I were to get sorted into and of the others, wouldn't you?" the slick back blonde boy asked snidely.
"I honestly couldn't care less what house I'm in, it's a stupid system to use anyway. Whatever house I'm in, I'm sure I'll cause all kinds of havoc, doesn't matter." Harry replied blandly. Draco gaped at his response but was cut off from rebuking when Madam Malkin told him he was finished and ushered him off and out, telling him to come back later to pick up his robes.
"The school rush…" the shop keep huffed quietly before taking over for her assistant, the assistant taking on another waiting customer for measuring.
"Madam, how much for double layered fabric?" Harry enquired. Madam Malkin stalled at the question.
"Why would you possibly want double layered fabric?" the obvious return answer.
"Charm the outer layer for protections from potions explosions and stray spells cast in halls, Potions is a real hazard, or so I'm told by the passer-by's in the ally." Of course Harry would apply all the enchantments himself, he hadn't lived to die at old age on Hard difficulty last time wearing plain clothing, everything he wore he enchanted the crap out of, a lot of it by this age of Magical Brittan considered borderline Dark but like with the Hogwarts house system Harry had grown to care little for such a notion of Dark and Light; especially now after learning that the world was centred around him in this game.
[Persuasion check: Success]
"I…suppose that it is possible." She murmured as she continued her work.
'After all,' he mused. 'I can cheat myself invulnerable to damage, but I'm betting that it won't count doubly for effects and conditions, better to have the best protections that I can at all times, always remember the 6 Ps, Prior Preparation Prevents Piss Poor Performance.'
"the cost is not a problem either if it doubles the price." He said with a confident smile, moving his hair out of the way to show the scar on his head, a finger on his lips to prevent the gasps from the ladies who saw it from letting the whole alley that he was here.
"Of course young sir." Madam Malkin replied a little caught off guard. There as a few more minutes of hushed silence before Madam Malkin was finished. "That's you all done, come back within an hour to collect your robes."
"Much appreciated Madam Malkin." Harry bid the shop owner and assistant's farewell before leaving the store heading for a light bite to eat. For the entire time that Harry waited for his robes to be finished Harry practiced his magic control, he may be 11 again but he had all the skill and knowledge he did as an elder, no way he was going back to using a wand.
'And just to make sure I'm not going to bite off more than I can chew…'
[Add Level 50]
[50 levels gained]
[Attribute points available: 81]
Harry grinned maniacally again, things were gonna heat up big time for everyone this time.
[Prologue: Wizard Alley complete]
AN: yeah I'm ghosting through bits and pieces, the Game is cannon, but Harry as the only player character willingly chose to boycott a lot of the content because he knows everything already, you would too if you were older than 100 redoing it all.
Thoughts?
