Nine layers of Hell by fvdv123

Chapter 1

Disclaimer:

Mrs. J.K., I can't stay away from your Harry and his world, it is too much fun to mess with it, so much fun that I do it for free.

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1 Getting fucked over by a Random Omnipotent Being is no fun at all.

I opened my eyes, and looked around me, I sat in the backseat of a car that was driving on the wrong side of the road… where is the bloody driver? Huh? That passenger in the front seat has a steering wheel in his hands! Why is that steering wheel on the right side of the car?

The memories slammed in my head, eleven years of Harry Potter got downloaded into my brain. Nine and a half years of misery, memories of sleeping in that cupboard under the stairs enraged me, they fed me alright, the table scraps and leftovers, a glass of milk and some slices of bread in the morning, to keep up appearings, a decent lunchbox for school, at dinner, just the basics, meat and gravy are for family, not for freaks.

Beatings and punishments at accidental Magic happened a lot, no broken bones though, or scars from beatings. The bitch had me cooking at age six! From then on I was their personal slave… The letters, Hagrid, Diagon Alley, all of it happened, and now I am on my way to the Hogwarts Express.

If you want to know how I ended up here, there is a story to it, you see, I am… I was a Fan Fiction writer, yes, I posted Fan Fiction on the web. The thing is, when I kicked the bucket, I arrived in a waiting room in front of an office, exactly how I pictured it how it would look like in my stories.

In my stories, the Master of Death was a gorgeous babe, yep, this one had me drooling too until she opened her mouth: "Another one I guess? Ah, yes, let's see… specialized in Fan Fiction focused on Isekai… and blaming it on ROB."

She looked at me and said: "You know, our ROB is sick and tired to be blamed for those random killings, or being named Truck Kun. Going on at the achievements of your life, you are mediocre, not earning Bliss or Hell as you wrote about it. No, you started a smear campaign against my Lord, making the most ridiculous stories up in His Name."

I was slack-jawed, I got a ROB pissed at me? It is Fan Fiction for crying out loud! Can you call that bad propaganda? I better not comment that out loud, getting him more pissed at me is not a good idea. I know, I wrote about it in my stories… I shut up now if she read my mind, then I am fucked.

The Babe gathered her papers and continued: "So, He decided to get a bit of payback, you seem to be a Potter fan, and yes, you are fucked. This is what is going to happen, I will send you into a Harry Potter Verse, if you complete the story in a given time you will be sent to another one. Failing three stories will get you a ticket downstairs, completing a number of stories successfully will get you upstairs. Every fail will reset the success count."

Finally, I got my wits back online: "That is not fair! I even don't know your objectives! Do I have to off Voldemort? Kill all the Death Eaters? Get Harry a Wife? Does it have to have the same ending as the original?"

The babe mocked me: "You are the author, make a calculated guess, you will be inserted in a random timeline in the story, make the most of it. You better entertain My Lord, or your story will get harder."

"Can I get some help? Like an AI or a Game System? Or an ability like Wandless Magic?" I cried out.

That was when I woke up in the car, with nothing at all, I am fucked.