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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 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

Dex: 8

Int: 8

Wis: 6

Stat Points: 0

WTF? I am fucking Dudley? Warrior? Crap, I am a kid again? Ffs do I have Magic? "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 Gasha? 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

Dex: 9

Int: 9

Wis: 7

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 chop 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

Dex: 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

Dex: 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 that 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.