Nine layers of Hell

by fvdv123

ROB, the Random Omnipotent Being, is pissed off at the Fan Fiction Authors for using and abusing his name in their stories. So, when I died, I got His revenge. Forced to live through my favorite stories, I have to avoid ending up in Hell. M for a reason, all the tropes will get their turn and there will be girls eventually. You know me, MR Cringe and Gary Stu are supervising.

28. Chapter 28

Disclaimer:

Mrs. J.K., Like always, money for you, fun for the both of us.

Previous:

"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.

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!"