The Fallen Gamer Ch 134 (Patreon)

C 134

A door leading further back into the house swung open, and three younger teens barged into the room. They were followed by a woman who could only be Molly Weasley.

The youngest of the group, a girl with red hair, spoke up first. “Are you really friends with Heather? Where is she? No one has seen her in months! We all thought the Dark Lord got her, but Dumbledore told us she wasn't dead.”

“Of course she's not dead, Ginny! Heather can't die yet! Not until she and I get married first!” The redheaded boy declared with complete seriousness.

“...”

…What?

[Oh boy…]

I suddenly had a feeling that coming here might have been a mistake.

“But what if Heather likes girls and doesn't want you, Ron?” Ginny asked her brother.

“Well, then we'll have her marry you, sweetie.” Molly Weasley said to her daughter. She said it with such certainty that implied she believed it as a matter of fact.

“Excuse me…” I said but was ignored.

“Just remember that the Potter family library is supposed to be mine!” The girl, with frizzy brown hair, added. She had large front buck teeth, looked nothing like Emma Watson, and yet I knew this was Hermione. “Dumbledore promised me that I'd get to read all of its books after putting up with that freak as a roommate for years. Did you all know she has night terrors? She always wakes me up with them! It's always ‘Please Uncle Vernon I’m sorry!’ Or ‘Please stop hurting me. I'll be a good girl!’ It's so irritating to have to listen to that every night!” She spat out… And now I knew why Hermione’s parents and her didn’t get along well. She was just a terrible person here.

I was also done with checking on Heather’s ‘friends’ at this point...

She would never be seeing any of them again if I had anything to say about it! I technically didn't since the Ancient One was her guardian now, but I would tell the Ancient One, and she’d make sure of it herself.

And now, I unfortunately also knew I was in one of ‘those’ kinds of Harry Potter universes. A dark one where she's been conspired against by all of her ‘friends’ her whole life—probably so they could take her wealth once she beats Voldemort…or dies.

[Well, it kind of makes sense. The abuse that Heather went through in this universe was a lot worse than the canon Harry Potter… Someone should have noticed and put a stop to it if they cared.]

‘That is true.’ I agreed with the System.

“Now, now everyone. We can discuss all of this later. Layla here has been sent by Dumbledore. I knew he had a plan for Heather.” Arthur Weasley said to everyone in the room. They all turned and looked toward me.

“I wasn't sent by Dumbledore.” I said calmly while doing my best not to stab everyone here.

“Huh? What are you talking about? You said you were Heather's friend. Heather doesn't have any ‘friends’ unless Dumbledore assigns them to her. Obviously, he sent you.” Ron Weasley said. Everyone else nodded along with him in agreement.

I scoffed at his words. I knew the Dumbledore of this world was probably a piece of work, but this one really was a complete control freak when it came to Heather Potter. I'm actually glad she's not here right now. Hearing those words would probably break her. I decided I would wait a while to tell her the truth about all these people.

“I came here to check on you all because Heather was worried about you all. Clearly, she needn't have been. When I tell her what you all are really like…she'll never be seeing any of you again.” I explained as I turned and started walking toward the door.

“Stupefy!” I heard Ron Weasley shout out the stunning spell. The small red beam washed across my back and did absolutely nothing.

“We can’t let her tell Heather anything! Stop her!” This time it was Molly Weasley who shouted next. That seemed to be all the incentive everyone else in this ‘house’ needed. They all pulled their wands on me. Even Bill–who the system thought could be my new best friend too…

[I misjudged the guy…it happens…]

Red stunning spells came at me from all directions and I ignored all of them. They all hit me and did absolutely nothing. All of these wizards and witches were incredibly weak. Even Hermione, who started casting a dozen different stunning spells at me, was magically weak. They all splashed harmlessly against me.

“Dammit! What is she!? An Arch Mage like Dumbledore!?” Bill Weasley yelled out.

[An Archmage? That’s not even a real thing in this universe…]

‘Who even knows, system...’ Dumbledore probably just thought it sounded cool and started calling himself that. All of his blind followers then would as well…

“That’s impossible! She got hit by over a hundred stunning spells! Why won't she go down!?” Hermione screamed.

“Screw it! Let's just kill her! Reducto!” Ginny Weasley fired a blasting curse at me. I could have let it hit me, but I didn't want it wrecking my clothes... They were all designer brands.

I casually raised my hand and batted her spell to the side. It went sailing into a nearby wall and caused it to explode. Their home now had a hole in the side. They all stopped casting at me for a moment as they looked at the destruction of their home.

I walked over to the pile of gold coins I’d left on the floor and sucked them all up back into my inventory. These assholes didn't deserve them.

“Hey! Those were mine!” Arthur Weasley spat out angrily.

I raised an eyebrow at him. “I thought you didn't want any handouts?”

“Obviously I was just putting on a humble act before I accepted them!” He retorted.

I shook my head at the audacity of the people in this family. I had to hand it to him though, they had me fooled at first. No wonder they were also able to trick Heather all this time. I stepped through the exit Ginny had recently made and prepared to leave.

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