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Chapter 6: Chapter 3

Find someone to teach you about video games so you can be good at your life which is now a video game!

Rewards:

50xp

YES/NO?

Harry read it. 50xp! That would take him a real notch up towards a level up!

With a grin, he quickly pressed yes, earlier doubts forgotten.

He suddenly paused as another question popped into his head. Where did the quest come from? Did it come from himself, or was there a game master out there reading his thoughts and making things up for him to do? Harry wondered about that and then decided to try a little experiment of sorts. If it was his own aspirations and thoughts that made his quests, then if he concentrated hard enough, he could make his own quest.

So he took a deep breath and focused on the most absurd thought he could think of. All of a sudden,

'Ping!'

'No bloody way,' he muttered as he read the quest in front of him.

Quest Alert!

Turn the Dursleys into sperm whales.

Rewards:

100xp

YES/NO?

Harry quickly pressed no and sighed to himself. It seemed like he was the one setting the goals and deciding on the quests, although it seemed like someone else determined the rewards for completing his quests. It was all just too confusing.

'Ping!'

For learning about the game mechanics and figuring out how quests work(somewhat) you have gained 1 INT!

Harry blinked before he pulled up his status screen and there it was;

INT-2

He was starting to see a pattern with the stats now. Wise decisions seemed to make him wiser and learning new things made him smarter. If he had to wager, he would put his money on exercise making him stronger and a healthier diet making his vitality go up. He was blanking on ideas for Luck though. It seemed strange that such a random thing could be quantified into a simple number.

Harry wiped all the boxes away and cleared his head trying to think. Something strange was up with this whole Game, something that he was missing because he knew so little about games in general.

Shaking his head and pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, Harry patted down the soil around the stem of the bush he was working on and turned to look at the clock through the window. With a sharp jolt of panic, he realized that he was running late for class.

'Crap!' Harry thought as he dashed into the house and into his cupboard. As he was hurriedly putting on his uniform, a sudden ping distracted him, much to his annoyance.

Ping!

Quest Alert!

You're late! Get to class on time!

Reward:

20xp

Failure:

Detention

Less reputation with everyone in class

YES/NO?

Harry frowned as he immediately pressed yes and focused on getting ready. Quickly, he finished his bath, put on his well worn St. Grogory's uniform and rushed out of Number 4 Privet Drive, dashing off in the direction of his school, cursing the game for making him late.

Little did he know, being late had saved his life.

Harry turned the street corner, fully intent on running full speed into the school and slipping into the class, finding one of the other kids who played games and get as much information about Role Playing Games from them as possible, thus completing the Quest and get closer to leveling up. But all those ideas instantly vanished from his mind the moment he took in the sight in front of him.

The entire street was empty...unnaturally so. Not even the usually bustling shops around the end of the pathways had anyone in them, and the always busy sidewalks full of late students and class-bunk-ers were completely devoid of life.

No one was there.

No one except the three figures standing in a circle in front of the school's main gate.

No... not three, Harry realized as he approached quietly, trying not to draw attention to himself. There was a fourth, smaller form lying on the ground...someone familiar. It was too small to be Dudley, and too tall and lanky to be anyone from his gang, but Harry had definitely seen before.

Whoever it was, the rather sickeningly large puddle of red liquid surrounding him; blood, Harry realized with a lurch in his stomach; didn't bode well for him.

'Murderers.'

The word flashed in Harry's mind of his own volition, and instantly his face drained of all color.

'Not now!' he thought to himself. Now wasn't the time for wild theories. Maybe they were just trying to help. But either way, he needed to find out what was going on.

Ping!

Quest Alert!

Find out what is going on.

Reward-

100xp

Failure-

The trio will learn you know about them and will 'take care of it.'

YES/NO?

Not taking long to read the quest and press Yes, Harry swiftly rushed closer to them. As soon as he could, he ducked behind a telephone pole and started listening. Their voices were starting to reach his ears.

"His wounds," a man's gravelly voice asked grimly, "Will they heal?"

"They should," said another man with a much younger voice, "It's not a spell I've seen before, but it looks like a bunch of normal deep wounds. Nothing our expert here can't handle. Isn't that right Em?"

"Yes," came the clipped reply from a woman's voice.

Harry audibly gasped. It wasn't just any woman. Harry knew that voice quite well from countless hours of nonsensical Chemistry lectures. It was Ms. Roemmele. And unfortunately for him, his gasp didn't go unnoticed.

"Did you hear that?" he heard the man ask, and he froze. This had never happened to him before. Sure, he tended to find himself in strange situations quite often, but this was a bit too grim even for me.

"Who is it?! Come out or we will be forced to shoot!" Ms. Roemmele's voice warned, and Harry broke out of his stupor. He knew better than to think she wasn't serious. After a few seconds of hesitating, he finally made up his mind. Taking a deep breath and holding his hands up like he had seen in those old cop movies, he walked out from behind the telephone pole.

All three of the figures were standing around the fallen boy protectively, shielding him as they pointed sticks with glowing tips at Harry.

"Har-Mr. Potter!" Ms. Roemmele said in relief, catching herself halfway through saying his first name. Harry paused. She never called anyone by anything other than their surname. And then he looked up at the floating box above her head.

Emmeline Vance Order of the Phoenix

LV-20

Harry stared at it in shock. Ms. Roemmele wasn't who she said she was. Instead of just a cranky old teacher, she was an incredibly high-leveled person. And judging from what he had seen of the Game so far, a high level almost universally meant danger. Which meant that the two men standing behind her were just as dangerous if, not more.

Boris Maghian Order of the Phoenix

LV-22

and

Sullivan Jones Order of the Phoenix

LV-42

and above the injured kid lying on the floor,

Gordon Jack Lover

LV-4

Harry could've soiled his pants had he known what level-42 meant in terms of the Game, but since he had nothing to compare it with other than his own age's levels, he could do nothing but feel a healthy dose of fear and respect settle into his mind. Warily, he approached the trio, who were holding up and pointing strange polished sticks at him.

Upon seeing his face, they all lowered their sticks. Harry frowned in confusion. Had he stumbled into some sort of mid-day cult ritual?

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Chapter 7: Chapter 4

"Mr. Potter! are you alright there?" Ms. Roemmele asked, seeming uncharacteristically relieved to see him.

Unable to form words in his confused state, he simply nodded. One of the men; the younger one; walked over to him and waved his stick over Harry's head, muttering inaudibly, before he turned to Ms. Roemmele and nodded.

"Good," the older man said gruffly,"We were about to head out and look for you. Figured the attacker would try and come for you next after he missed you this time."

Harry's eyes widened. "Me!" he half-screamed half-squeaked, "This was supposed to happen to me?!"

"Sully! You are out of line!" Ms. Roemmele angrily snapped at the older man, but Harry was having none of it. He had stayed quiet long enough, and today's bizarre events were starting to wear thin on his patience.

"Now hold on a second. What is going on here? What happened to Gordon? Who are these people? And who is after me?"

"Calm down Harry," the younger man said, "Sully was just kidding. No one is after you. Your friend will be just fine in just a moment. You don't have to worry at all."

"Fine?!" Harry said incredulously, looking at the deep cuts littered across Gordon's still, unmoving body. "From what angle does that look fine to you sickos!"

Ms. Roemmele had had enough. "Mr. Potter! That will be enough out of you. If you want to see your friend live, you will be quiet and let us heal him. If not, then you are free to do whatever you want, but I swear in the name of all that is holy that if you act out while I am trying to save this boy's life, I will have your hide."

That did the trick.

Harry stopped, and hesitantly nodded. With a curt tip of her head, Ms. Roemmele turned around and dropped to her knees, pulling out that strange stick from her pocket and waving it over Gordon's body. Harry watched with wide eyes as the muscle and sinew restitched itself and the skin slowly closed over all the cuts on his body, utterly fascinated and terrified at the exact same time.

Behind them, the two men were having a conversation of their own.

"How in the world did he see us? Didn't your Confundus work right?"

"It worked perfectly. He shouldn't be able to see us right now. I don't know what is happening."

"Must be something related to the protections. Or maybe accidental magic?"

Their murmurings continued, but Harry tuned them out. None of what they were talking about made sense to him anyway.

A few minutes later, with one final wave and flick of the stick, the tears in Gordon's clothes restitched themselves. Ms. Roemmele turned towards Harry and smiled at his gobsmacked look, before turning to Boris, the younger man, and saying, "Get the boys to their class. You know what to do."

Boris nodded, but Harry was having none of it.

"Hold on a minute. I'm not going anywhere until you tell me what happened here and how you are able to do all those things and heal Gordon like that."

Boris sighed, before kneeling down to look Harry in the eyes.

"Harry. I know you are confused and I know you are scared, but I need you to come with me. All you need to know right now is that a bad man attacked your friend, and we will catch him in no time. Your friend will be just fine. He was treated by one of the Auror's best. Soon it will be like none of this ever happened. I promise."

Harry was about ask something, but he hesitated. He was well aware that they were humoring him, and that if they wanted, they could knock him out and make him do what they wanted easily. Knowing the futility of his situation, he nodded. Boris smiled, before getting up to his feet and picking Gordon up onto his shoulder.

"Best not to Levitate him while I'm maintaining the Confundus eh?" he said, and Harry nodded, despite having no idea what he was talking about.

As they walked towards the school building, snippets of conversation floated towards them from behind.

"It will be like nothing happened," the older man scoffed, "Except that it won't. Potter will forget, sure, but this wasn't a message to him. It's a message to us. Someone managed to nearly kill him. Despite all of us and Dumbledore's protections, someone managed to get close enough for this to happen. Do you need more reason to realize that we should take the child back to our World? Screw the old man and his plans."

"It's not our choice to make," Harry heard Ms. Roemmele say just as they walked out of earshot.

Boris helped Harry up the stairs, down the long corridor, and into his classroom. Much to Harry's shock, when they walked into the fully in-swing class, none of the children or even the teacher seemed to even notice them. It was as if the three of them were invisible to the rest of the class. Boris took him and sat him down in his usual seat, which Harry realized with a chill that this stranger already knew, then sat Gordon down at his desk and positioned him as if he was sleeping before walking over to Harry and kneeling down next to him, strange stick in hand.

"Harry. I am going to do a simple little trick. It'll make you forget all of this. It'll be like all of this never happened. Would you like that?"

Not knowing what to say to the strange man with extraordinary and dangerous abilities that terrified him, Harry simply nodded. With a smile, the man pointed his stick at him and intoned, "Obliviate."

A blinding flash of light filled Harry's vision and simultaneously his head filled with pain, and when he regained his bearings, the man was gone.

He sat there, wide-eyed until a ping sounded in his ears.

Ping!

Quest Success!

You're late dunghead! Get to class on time!

Reward:

20xp

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Ping!

Quest Completed!

Find out what is going on.

Reward:

100xp

Harry almost scoffed out loud. He didn't have a shred of an idea about what was going on. The only thing he knew was that Gamer's Mind had probably just saved him from whatever this man had planned to do to his memories, and for that, he was grateful.

Harry then spent the rest of the day trying, and failing to pay attention in class. He could only think about all the strange things that had happened since this morning. His life was a game and his teacher was a cult psycho...it was a wild time. He had even pinched himself quite painfully a few times just to make sure he wasn't dreaming. By lunchtime, Harry was fed up with himself for overthinking the thing too much. So, he instead decided to focus on his next quest, intent on finding someone who knew a lot about video games.

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