Hermione Granger: Gamer, Monster [Outside POV Gamer SI in Harry Potter]

[Swordchucks]

Wait is it ending already?

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My original intention was to do a Fleur POV year 4 second phase of the story, but it kind of fell apart. Instead, I wrote a much longer, more serious non-SI Hermione Gamer story starting in fourth year, instead (~83k words in 25 chapters so far). It's working title was Hermione Granger: Gamer (Not Monster), but I don't think I'll publish it that way to avoid confusion. It is an almost polar opposite take on a Gamer story from this one, though.

Finishing it off and properly publishing it is a leading contender for the next thing I start writing. It will be in the NSFW section, though.

 

[GhostHaxStomp]

All I'm hearing is that this gets a real ending and then we get another story from you, eventually. That's already more than the vast majority of authors on this site can do.

Im looking forward to it already!

 

[Lillie Jones]

Whilst Harry Potter survive the Dementor kiss by bff Daisy and at Hogwarts school nurse room
And meets with Dumbledore and Professor Malfoy after the incident occurred.
Erstwhile, Daisy explains the nature of Horcuxes to Harry Potter in relation to lighting scar ( from the rebound magic power at voldermont 's previous death).
As Ron warns bro Harry Potter about Ginny huge girl crush on in the common room. In Same way Diasy warns sometimes similar instances.
Continue on
Cheers!

P.S. looking forward to second book ( phase) of Hermonie Granger Gamer after this is over Author.

 

[shakeval]

I've always wondered about voodoo or necromancy being used against voldemort, I mean seriously, you've got actual chunks of his soul on hand. . . . .can't you seriously fuck him up?
Does out gamer monster girl have any class levels or skills in either?

 

[Swordchucks]

"Daisy, is that what I think it is?" Harry asked, doing his very best to keep the horror he was feeling from completely distorting his voice.

"It depends on what you think it is?" she said as she looked up from where she was sorting through what looked like a pile of pouches and wands. It was the morning after the Quidditch World Cup and they were in the main room of the tent that Sirius Black had them staying in after the game. Ron's father had also invited them, but Sirius had seemed so hopeful that Harry didn't have the heart to turn the man down.

"It looks like a whole bunch of severed arms." If it had just been a bunch of dead limbs it wouldn't have been quite so bad, but they were still moving.

"Oh, then yes, it is a whole bunch of severed arms," she agreed and went back to what she was doing. She tipped another pouch over and coins spilled out onto the table. She sifted through them a moment before they vanished into her inventory.

"Why? Why are there a whole bunch of severed arms on the table?" he asked slowly, as though trying to explain to a cat why the blood mouse carcass didn't belong on his pillow.

"I had to disarm a bunch of Death Eaters," she said and his brain momentarily froze.

"You didn't do this just so you could make that joke, did you?" he asked after a long moment.

"Well, not just so I could make that joke," she admitted with a grin. "But I have to admit that it was well worth it. I've been sitting on that one for years."

Harry let out a deep breath. "Alright, well, why are they still moving, then?" he asked.

"They aren't actually cut off, just… separated. Their owners still control them, more or less, and their bodies don't really register that they are gone. It makes it nearly impossible to fix with magic."

"And why… oh, right, Death Eaters." He poked one, causing it to roll over on the pile. "Is that what a dark mark looks like?"

"Yeah, kind of edgelord, isn't it?" Daisy said as she put down the last of the purses she had no doubt mugged off the now one-armed Death Eaters. "So, last night after people started to turn in, I heard a bit of a commotion and found a whole bunch of drunken assholes tormenting some Muggles and setting tents on fire. I… took care of it. I kind of wanted the dark marks for a little experiment, anyway."

Harry rubbed his temples. This was just the kind of thing Daisy got up to when she was left unsupervised.

"Bloody hell," Sirius declared as he stumbled into the room looking quite hungover. Instead of commenting on the pile of body parts, he just stumbled into the kitchen area and fumbled through bottles until he found one with some firewhiskey left. "It's like being back at home with mum and dad," he grumbled as he took a pull off the bottle without bothering to pour it into a glass.

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"Harry, I have excellent news," Daisy almost purred as she flopped herself into one of the armchairs in the common room. "Take a guess."

Harry thought for a moment but couldn't come up with anything. "I have no idea. What is it?"

Daisy huffed dramatically. "You could at least try to guess."

Harry shrugged. "Is it about the other schools arriving next week?" he ventured.

"Not really, but it is about next week," she said, grinning widely. "Halloween."

He closed his eyes. "Ah, yes. Halloween."

"Your anniversary," she helpfully added.

"Yes, my… anniversary." Daisy's wild idea that he was addicted to murder and needed to celebrate the anniversary of the first time he had 'killed someone' was definitely unhinged, but it was pretty much par for the course with her.

"I just wanted to let you know that I have the whole evening planned out and it is going to be amazing."

Harry cringed inwardly at the idea. He was pretty sure there was no getting out of it and it wasn't even like he could get help. Who would even believe him if he tried to explain it?

oOoOoOoOo

Harry had seen plenty of impressive things over the years, though it felt wrong to count dungeons sometimes. They weren't 'real' in the same way that reality was real, after all - a concept he was probably going to have to explain to a therapist at some point.

The great flying carriage that delivered the Beauxbatons students to Hogwarts definitely ranked up there, though. The ship that Drumstrang used was also cool, but if there were two options, Harry would always vote for the one that flew.

On the other hand, the Beauxbatons uniforms were less impressive, as they lacked cloaks and were obviously too lightweight for the weather. "They look cold," he commented, but when Daisy said nothing in return he looked over to find that she was, in fact, not beside him any longer.

By the time he spotted her, most people were walking back into the great hall for the feast. She was in the middle of the Beauxbatons students - each of which was now wearing an expensive looking cloak in their school colors with a delicate fur trim. Wandering closer to see what she was up to, he found her chattering with them in rapidfire French. The students, for their part, looked much happier than they had just moments before.

He picked out his name in the conversation right before she leaned out to haul him in. "This is my best friend, Harry Potter. Harry, these are the students from Beauxbatons." She then went on to introduce them faster than he could keep up with. They were all a few years older than him, most likely their equivalent of seventh-years, but they seemed friendly enough. If he hadn't been sort-of-dating Ginny, he might have been a bit more fascinated by how pretty a couple of the girls were, but he tried to ignore that fact. Respectfully.

"We should hurry up if we want to have somewhere to sit during the feast," he declared and pulled on Daisy's arm.

Daisy said something in French as she was pulled along and a couple of the students laughed as they started moving along with the group.

Just as he had feared, the Great Hall was quite full by the time they got inside and it took a bit of maneuvering to get himself, Daisy, and most of Beauxbatons students a place at the Gryffindor table. A few of them went to the Ravenclaw table, instead, where they apparently already knew people.

The conversation over dinner was odd. Harry wasn't used to people speaking something other than English around him. Daisy apparently had no problems with French, which was mildly surprising, but Daisy having a new skill was never too surprising. She seemed to pull skills out of thin air more often than not.

On the other hand, a couple of them seemed quite intent on practicing their English and Harry got Ron and Ginny in on the discussion once they figured out that everyone involved loved Quidditch. Sports really were a universal language.

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"We made it," Daisy cheered. The morning after the feast, she had hauled him out of bed entirely too early and they'd left the common room only seconds after curfew lifted. All so they could be in the great hall first thing in the morning.

Harry could tell exactly why Daisy had wanted to be there, too. The goblet from the night before had been placed on a stool in an open section of the hall - probably the same one that was used for the sorting, if Harry had to guess. Professor Dumbledore had his wand in his hand and was casting an intricate spell which was causing a faint golden line to draw itself upon the floor.

"He said he was drawing the age line last night," Harry managed around the yawn that was spilling out with it. "To keep the underaged students out. Which is fine with me."

"You have no idea what you're saying, Harry," Daisy grumbled back. "Just think of the challenges you could face in the tournament. The things you could kill!"

"M' fine, thanks." He really was fine without more adventure in his life. He had too much as it was, really.

The headmaster finished his work and stepped back to admire his handiwork. With it finished, the line just looked like someone had drawn it upon the floor with some chalk, though it was more even than Harry could have managed that way. Having seen it cast, though, he was sure it was pretty impressive from a magical perspective.

"Professor!" Daisy half-yelled as she rushed up to the ancient wizard. "I wanted to ask you a question!"

To Harry's slight surprise, Professor Dumbledore's smile at Daisy seemed to be genuine. "Miss Granger, it is nice to see you this morning. You, as well, Mister Potter." Harry gave him a small smile back. Professor Dumbledore had always been nice to him, though they rarely interacted.

"So, I know you said the rules said that we couldn't put our names in if we were underage and I know you just drew an age line and all of that, but what kind of trouble would we be in if we did manage to get our names in the goblet?" she asked in something of a rush.

The headmaster chuckled. "You think you have a way past the protections? I can think of a few ways, myself, but are you sure that you and Mister Potter would want to enter a tournament of this sort? The age limit is there for your protection.

Daisy shook her head. "I was just being vague. Me. I want to enter. Harry has no desire because he is boring."

That made Harry laugh and shake his own head. "I have plenty of excitement in my life already," he interjected.

"Well, Miss Granger, I am interested in seeing what that mind of yours has come up with. I found our discussion earlier this year on the use of magic circles as a casting aid to be most intriguing and I have to admit that some of your ideas have given me ideas of my own. If you think you can get past my age line and put your name into the goblet with your own hand, I'll make sure that no one causes any trouble for you," he said and Harry's eyes widened slightly in horror. He had expected the headmaster to shut her down immediately, not actively encourage her.

"Yes!" Daisy cheered even as Harry tried to plead for sanity under her.

"Headmaster, isn't the age limit a ministry rule? It doesn't seem fair that she can avoid that…" he trailed off as the feeling of Daisy's death glare got to him. He refused to look at her, but he could almost feel her staring at him in annoyance.

For his part, Professor Dumbledore just chuckled again. "Oh, they made a rule, but some rules are weaker than others. However, Miss Granger," he fished in a pocket of his robes and produced an oversized silver watch. "My offer is open for… five minutes."

Daisy's grin was back in full force. "Oh, no problem. See, the problem with an age line-" she disappeared in the middle of her sentence, but reappeared about three seconds later. Right beside the goblet. "-Is that if someone can just bypass it, they entirely bypass it." Then she dropped a piece of paper into the goblet and vanished again.

Professor Dumbledore was impressed, judging by his expression. She reappeared a second later beside Harry. "Well, Miss Granger, a deal is a deal. I suspect that if your name comes out of the goblet tonight, we will do Hogwarts proud."

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"Surprise!" Daisy declared and made an expansive gesture in the direction of an older style baby carriage.

"Daisy, I'm not going to kill a baby." He could just feel the headache pressing in on him from all sides. After the mess with the Goblet, he would have rather gone to bed than go on Daisy's little expedition, but he had never been able to tell her 'no' very well.

"Harry, what kind of friend do you take me for? Killing a baby would be too easy and wouldn't even come close to slaking your bloodlust. I got you something much better!"

She grabbed the carriage and tipped it over so that the contents spilled out onto a table. The blanked-wrapped lumped squealed and Harry had a momentary fear that she had, in fact, just tossed a baby around.

"Ta-da!" she declared as she pulled at the blankets and something horribly misshapen was revealed, instead.

"It's… a living turd?" he ventured, not sure at what he was looking at. It seemed to be alive, but its color was off and it didn't look like any baby he had ever seen.

"Yes, but also no. This," she pointed at the lump which was mewling piteously, "is Lord Voldemort."

"That's Voldemort?" he asked, giving the thing another look. It certainly didn't seem any less disgusting on a second look.

"Well, it's the vessel he was attempting to use to come back to life. Nasty business and it involved killing a number of people in frankly horrific ways, but that's him. The main part of his soul." When Daisy described something as horrific, he knew better than to ask for clarification.

"Won't he just…" he made a wavy motion with his hand like something was flying away.

"Want to kill him and find out?" she asked and handed him a wicked looking knife.

Harry hesitated for a moment. He really didn't feel great about stabbing a baby, even a misshapen lizard-thing like the one in front of him. On the other hand, there was no doubt in his mind that this thing was Voldemort. Daisy wasn't often wrong, and it really looked like the kind of idiocy a dark wizard would get up to. The thought of trying to turn him in to the authorities crossed his mind, but they hadn't been able to contain Pettigrew, who had been fairly incompetent by all accounts. The chance that Voldemort, even as a misshapen baby, would also escape was too high.

Eventually, he took the knife. He might not have been fixated on his parents' deaths, but it did seem like this was his burden to carry. He just didn't want to do it. For her part, Daisy was quiet and supportive but also no real help.

Five minutes later, he finally just closed his eyes and leaned forward, letting his body weight do the rest. Voldemort squealed one last cry before Harry felt the air go colder as black mist rose up from the as a malevolent wraith pulled itself free of the body.

It seemed to stare at him for a heartbeat before turning to flee, only to run straight into a pale-eyed Daisy's wide open mouth.

In seconds, the most feared dark lord in several decades was no more.

Daisy smiled for a moment before her face fell and she gagged. "Oh, gross. That's horrible. I think I'm going to be sick." She bent over as she retched, but didn't actually throw up anything.

Then, as macabre as the whole situation was… Harry laughed. It seemed like a shadow which might have fallen over the world was now lifted.

Spoiler: Notes

And that's the end of the story. I had high hopes of doing a different POV for a year 4 continuation, but it just didn't work very well. Yes, Daisy would have ended up in the tournament and absolutely crushed every task, but... it just didn't work for me. Instead, I wrote a different story under the working title Hermione Granger: Gamer (Not Monster). It's a very different story from this one, though it's obvious that certain aspects remain the same. I need to add more to it, clean up the early chapters, and start posting them... but it will probably be a bit. I also need a better title for it...[/spoilers]

 

[Lillie Jones]

Thanks for the chapter

P.S .Not sure about that ending though, but very macabre misshapen baby voldermort moment.
All well that ends well.
Shucks.

 

[GhostHaxStomp]

Honestly, I'm a little jealous of how he went out. Getting your soul sucked out by a super stronk gamer girl? There's worse ways, way worse ways.

Ending was a bit weak but still perfectly fine, the way the story went it's pretty easy to see how things would continue to go for the next few possible chapters. Looking forward to the next story, I'm assuming it's gonna be this but a bit more grounded and lacking the copious crack?

Hermione Granger: Gamer works just fine as a title. Dropping Monster, or not monster, shortens it a great deal and keeps the idea simple enough. It's Hermione, she's a gamer, unless you get crazy or think up something too good not to use it works great.

 

[Kima Xki]

So it finally reached the end of the snippet and next one will be the new content.

wonder how long it will take the next chapter if it took a month to re-post the 9 chapters that had already written

WAIT A MINUTE!!!

IT WAS THE END?!

There is a hidden author note at the end saying that it is finished, so could you add the [Complete] tag? The end is kind of open to at least finish the year with an epilogue so i really was expecting more

 

[BaronNoir]

I must say that I am a little saddened by how abrupt that ending was.

 

[Swordchucks]

Ending was a bit weak but still perfectly fine,

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Fair enough. Like I said, the original intention was to have a second arc. Since that didn't happen... this became the end, and it's... fine? Not great, but... it does tie up the major plot of Harry Potter. More or less. Mostly.

So it finally reached the end of the snippet and next one will be the new content.

wonder how long it will take the next chapter if it took a month to re-post the 9 chapters that had already written

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The "next one" is a different story that will be posted in a different thread (in the NSFW section). When it actually starts posting depends on whether or not I decide to go back to it next. I have three major items in mind right now, one of them is cleaning up the other Hermione story, one is picking back up my old celestial forge fic, and one is... something new. Because of course it is.

 

[Voidlord]

While the ending was weak, it's still fine. How many stories just keep on going because the author doesn't want it to stop?
Is the new one from Hermione perspective?

 

[Sagiji]

Very nice story, thanks you.

One of the problems of harry Potter SI is that, with some help from Dumbledore, dobby, and the goblin, you can realistically kill voldemort within a day.

 

[Shiro1234]

Thanks you! I loved every moment of this story.

 

[EmailAddress]

Very nice story, thanks you.

One of the problems of harry Potter SI is that, with some help from Dumbledore, dobby, and the goblin, you can realistically kill voldemort within a day.

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1) Such story can be also interesting, see https://archiveofourown.org/works/14021217/chapters/32290872 (A Little Child Shall Lead Them by White_Squirrel)

2) You can be more ambitious and include also taking down Malfoy, Umbridge, Fudge etc - without making all of them glaringly incompetent.

3) You also can avoid "friendly goblins" trope but make them behave like stereotypical banker would do, make Dobby do not be 100% trusting and obedient etc.

 

[Celer]

This has been a fun read, thank you!

 

[litaispe]

Hermione Granger: Gamer works just fine as a title. Dropping Monster, or not monster, shortens it a great deal and keeps the idea simple enough. It's Hermione, she's a gamer, unless you get crazy or think up something too good not to use it works great.

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The trick is Swordchucks has another a draft of another Hermione Granger: Gamer fic which is playing it straight as Hermione without any gamer or out-of-setting knowledge.

 

[Oakgem217]

It's so rare to actually see a complete fanfiction, congrats!

 

[The Stormbringer]

Fingers crossed for an epilogue of some kind!

 

[DIT_grue]

I enjoyed reading it both times.

There was a faint of magic coming from the book, but it was subtle.

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Missing word. (hint? sense?)

He didn't need to tell him exactly where that soul-piece had been lodged.

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She

Voldemort squealed one last cry before Harry felt the air go colder as black mist rose up from the as a malevolent wraith pulled itself free of the body.

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Missing word. (corpse?)

 

[Faber_The_Builder]

"Daisy, I'm not going to kill a baby."

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I just found this fic, it is a riot! This line is comedy Gold. Harry is just done, he is done! He is so used to Daisy bullshit, he just deals with it.

 

[Cosmic Dream]

"It's… a living turd?" he ventured, not sure at what he was looking at. It seemed to be alive, but its color was off and it didn't look like any baby he had ever seen.

"Yes, but also no. This," she pointed at the lump which was mewling piteously, "is Lord Voldemort."

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God, that just about killed me.

 

[deadal]

It was short, it was a mess but it was awesome! thank for sharing it.

 

[Swordchucks]

After a lot of sitting around and collecting dust, I've started posting the "sequel" to this story over here. The second story is a canon divergence after third year with Hermione getting video game powers, told in third person and taken more seriously than this story was.

 

[SnappingTurt3ls2]

After a lot of sitting around and collecting dust, I've started posting the "sequel" to this story over here. The second story is a canon divergence after third year with Hermione getting video game powers, told in third person and taken more seriously than this story was.

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Can't wait to check it out, thanks!

 

[mikrozavr]

thanks, I laughed)))