The epic story of snowy disaster and a Christmas special for kids. About the snowman that turned against his team.

Can Santa make sure everyone still has a very merry Christmas?

This story is a Reverse Harem Romance that stars three lusty demons. It is explicit in content. It is also a reverse age story.
A little ol' granny Tammy is pining over her younger days. She gets a shock of her life when she accidentally summons three demons whom she thinks is her grandson's friends. They are staying for Christmas and she can't help but feel excited. They make her young, lush and awaken her lusty side.
Now that there are three boys living with her, why is she having hot and sexy dreams?

Magnus was shocked for a few moments after the revelation. He always suspected that she had some special identity but he didn't think it was this special!  'Does this mean there are ghosts of the founders too? But if they existed, we'd have known by now, right?' Magnus wanted to ask her many questions but he decided to stay polite for now and not infringe on her privacy. There must be a reason for her to hide her identity. If not why would someone as proud as her hide most of the time instead of basking in glory?
"So, you must be over a thousand years old? Imagine the amount of history and knowledge you'd know. You are like a walking library!" Magnus exclaimed.
"Thank you, Magnus for the compliment. But I'd prefer you not to mention a lady's age," the Grey Lady grumbled.
"What do I call you from now on then? Grey Lady sounds so drab compared to your name. Should I call you Helena or Ms. Ravenclaw?" Magnus asked.
"Call me Helena, but only when I'm alone. Ms. Ravenclaw is my mother so that's a no. The Grey Lady is a name someone came with a few centuries ago. It's such a boring name for someone as bright as me, but I couldn't bother correcting them so it stuck," Helena answered.
Magnus looked at her attire. While her attire is no doubt very expensive, the dull silver tones on it gave away why she was called the Grey Lady. He decided not to talk on that just as he ignored her subtly praising herself. He had gotten used to her by now. Why deny her joy when she was already dead? Ever since he met the ghosts of Hogwarts, he always wondered and hoped if his family would come back as ghosts. But, nothing of that sort happened till now.
"Alright, Helena it is then. So, tell me Helena. What was your life like?" Magnus asked her with a glint of curiosity in his eyes. Helena's eyes lit up at his question and they spent the next few hours talking about her experiences when she was still alive. Magnus was enthralled from start to the end. Here is a living relic that existed since the time of the Founders. Anything she'd say will easily beat Prof. Binns as the history teacher. 'If they are willing to hire ghosts as history teachers, shouldn't they get someone like Helena? She's better than Binns any day. Is it because they don't know her identity?' 
 Magnus's rumbling stomach reminded him that he missed lunch and if he delays anymore, he'll also miss dinner. Thus, he could only stop their discussion for now and continue it some other time. "It's been nice talking to you Helena. Let's continue it some other day," Magnus bid her goodbye a he moved towards the exit of the room.
"Magnus?" Helena called him making him turn back. He looked at her questioningly. "Thank you for listening to me. Most only want to know about my mother, no one ever asks about me. Learn well from the knowledge given by my mother. Once you are done, come to me again and I'll give you an opportunity. Whether it's gift or a curse will depend on your capability," Helena told him seriously. Magnus just raised an eyebrow at her cryptic ending, but he decided to deal with it as it comes and went to the Great hall for dinner.
Magnus spent the following days in a new routine. He had to put a stop to his usual experiments in the Room of Requirement in order to digest all the knowledge bestowed upon him by Ravenclaw. The days after Halloween were filled with intense quidditch practice among all the houses and there were plenty of injured students every day. Before the quidditch match it was training because they wanted to win the match. After the game it was training because they lost the match. It's like a switch was turned on as even students not undergoing practice kept getting hurt for one ridiculous reason or the other. 
He realized how tiring and intense being a Healer at Hogwarts really is and his respect for Madam Pomfrey rose a notch. It's no surprise that there are no other Healers applying for a position here. It's a wonder how Pomfrey limited herself to only mildly chastising the students as opposed to tying them up and throwing them in a corner for their own safety like Magnus was sorely tempted to do. All of this work coupled with his classes kept him busy. At least his Healing raised in proficiency as he came to know all sorts of things that weren't written down in books. Hogwarts students can be quite creative in hurting themselves.
It was only before Christmas that Magnus completely digested the benefits gained from the trial of Ravenclaw. It was only made possible due to the spending of points generously and using [Instant Read] and [Comprehend Mode] multiple times a day. He spent 400 points in total to complete this endeavor and he was very glad he did. He looked at his interface to see the progress he made.
[Magnus Webb
Title: Seer Descendant
Traits: Beast Blood (Magic), Blood Curse (inactive), Beast Blood (Deformation)  
Body: 3
Mind: 19
Magic: 32
Impact Points: 843
School: Divination Lv4 (60%), Healing Lv4 (80%), Charms Lv4 (10%), Transfiguration Lv4 (20%), DADA Lv4 (20%), Potions Lv4 (50%), Herbology Lv3 (90%), Astronomy Lv3 (80%), Magical Theory Lv5 (90%), Mind Arts Lv4 (10%), Care of Magical Creatures Lv2(90%), Runes Lv4(30%), Arithmancy Lv4(30%)
Skills: Wand Magic Lv4 (80%), Wandless Magic Lv4 (30%)]
His Body stat didn't increase as always, he's not worried about that. His body felt fine and healthy to him and he checked himself regularly to make sure there's nothing wrong with him. His Mind stat finally made progress due to the enhancement techniques he received. He could feel his memorizing capabilities increasing day by day. While not at the level of eidetic memory, he's getting there. His magic too increased by a few points and is now in the range of a typical third year student. The schools of magic namely Magical Theory, Mind arts, Runes and Arithmancy were all boosted by two levels. This was his greatest takeaway from the trials of Ravenclaw. With the knowledge gained in Mind arts, he became a beginner in both Occlumency and Legilimency. He still needs a wand for the latter for the time being. While he didn't learn any offensive mind spells, the theory for making them are all there in his head. Magical theory, Runes and Arithmancy at their improved levels gave him great confidence in making and improving his own spells. He still decided to be cautious and take it slowly while using Divination to skirt around any dangers. All in all, it was a great progress for him that took him one step closer to his goal.
Few days before Christmas, Fred and George found him by the lake. "Hey mate. What're your plans for Christmas?" George asked.
"I'm thinking of going home for Christmas. Tonks's dad came through and I'll try and see if I can sell some of my potions. I'll also have to sell our acromantula venom," Magnus casually said as he made sure their words weren't overheard with a quick spell. Wouldn't want people to know that they have something they aren't supposed to have.
"Wicked! We are also going home. Say Magnus, if you succeed in selling, tell us how to do it too alright?" Fred asked.
"Alright. Then maybe we can all go to Diagon Alley to sell," Magnus suggested.
"We'd love to, but there's one problem. We might have to go to our Great aunt Muriel's place for Christmas. Mum promised her because she kept nagging her. The lady doesn't even like us! Why does she want us there?" George threw up his hands in protest.
"And you know what the worst part is? We can't use our pranks in Aunt Muriel's house or mum will have our heads!" Fred exclaimed.  
"No pranks on Christmas? Are we still living in a free world?" George followed.
"Freedom is a myth mate," Magnus said sagely. They all had a good laugh and goofed around the lake shore for the rest of the day. When the vacation started, they all boarded the Hogwarts express and were off home.    
 

Magnus Webb undergoes a tragedy right as he enters the wizarding world. In his quest for revenge he becomes involved in a conspiracy that’s centuries in the making. As if all of this isn’t confusing enough, why is this Dark Lord guy always interfering with his plans? 


The story has a slow start and will pick up as it goes on. The 'system' elements aren't heavy here. The content will get mature as the story progresses. 
PS: I don't possess the rights to Harry Potter and English isn't my native language.

Cold air danced around the sky, carrying the sound of giggling children. The children at the orphanage burst out of the house wearing layers of warm clothing, making them look like literal bundles of joy. They staggered and rolled on the snow, laughing all the way because December was just one day away.
It was surprisingly cold for an afternoon but since it was the last day of November, we can strike out the word "surprisingly" from this sentence. Normally, no one would dare go out on such a freezing weather but the sun was out and the clouds that delivered the snow already left and there are lots of snow covering the entire garden now. This isn't something that children would ignore.
"SNOWBALL FIGHHHHHHT!" One of the children yelled out as he scooped a big pile of snow and threw it before making it snowballs. Soon enough, the children were scooping snow and throwing it at each other. When hit, they would pretend to have been shot by a gun and roll on the ground while chuckling. 
"FEAR MEEEE!" One of the kids screamed as he charged and threw a snowball. After putting the snowball into projectile motion, however, he tripped on a big pile of snow and landed on the cold snow, face first, and was not able to see who he was able to hit with that sloppy throw.
Well, it's actually a good thing that he didn't get to witness the hit because the snowball didn't hit anyone. It only passed through the one who was already in front of him. 
Yes. PASSED THROUGH. 
"Tch, what a pathetic human." The girl in front of the young boy rolled her eyes, her arms crossed. She was a ten-year-old looking blondie and she was wearing a cute little dress which was unfit for the weather. Her tone was pretty mean back there but it's not like the human boy in front of her would be able to hear it. 
After all, she was a ghost.
"Hey, are you alright, Mark?" The boy's friends ran to his aid, passing through the spirit that they didn't know stood in front of the boy. 
Mark, the boy who fell on his face, snickered as his friends helped him up, "Sorry! Sorry! I was clumsy—whoops!" He fell backwards this time for some reason that confused his friends. 
The girl snorted, "What a klutz." 
"Oi, Mark, are you feeling dizzy or something? We should probably get you back inside…" One of his friends suggested as he stepped closer to the boy, but then Mark sat up with his face facing the ground. His friends blinked, perplexed.
"SIIIIIIKE!" Mark cackled as he threw a lot of snow (note: not very snowball-looking at all) at his friends who had apparently lowered their guard when he slipped a second time. His friends got hit one by one, while some of them ran away for cover. Mark shouted gibberish while throwing snowballs to pretend to be doing some kind of special move like the ones he sees in the videos that his brother watches all the time.
The little ghost girl watched the childish chaos unfold in front of her but she remained uninterested and unmoving. She just raised an eyebrow as she commented on how the children were throwing snow that don't look like balls, thus making it inappropriate to call it a snow-ball fight.
"What a senseless game." The little girl exclaimed.
"Come now, Lizzie. That's not very nice." A woman in her middle ages appeared behind the little girl. She put her hands on the little girl's shoulder in a comforting way, but since the two were both ghosts, they couldn't feel each other's warmth. 
Lizzie looked up at her caretaker and said with the same respect she had for the children she was watching over, "Miss Pasty the hag. What do you want from me?"
"Not very nice. Very NOT NICE!" Miss Pasty pinched her cheeks vigorously.
"You know I don't feel anything, right?" Lizzie reminded the woman, "We're already dead."
Miss Pasty stopped pinching her and then frowned, "Why I'll be it… you're such a weird soul for your age."
"Age is just a number." Lizzie replied with no enthusiasm and then asked, "Now do tell me, what do you want from me?"
Miss Pasty sighed in frustration and stepped forward to position herself beside the young little girl. The sun's light just passed through her as she did so. Not even a small shadow was cast on the white snow. She answered, "You know I'd really like it better if you had been more enthusiastic with your job as…"
"…the ghost of Christmas present?" Lizzie said, "I don't think that's necessary as long as I do my job and watch the stupid humans celebrate Christmas until the day my spirit decays."
"…" Miss Pasty's face was an indescribable combination of disappointment and astonishment. Her expression was loudly saying, "I saw this coming but I'm still surprised". Miss Pasty frowned, "Young child, do you not wish to participate in these Christmas events too? Don't be such a…"
"I'm female so I can't become a Scrooge, Miss Pasty." Lizzie answered, still unmoving.
"I was going to say kill-joy but scrooge works too." Miss Pasty shrugged, "How ironic to find that one of the ghosts of Christmas does not enjoy Christmas…"
Lizzie rolled her eyes and started walking off to a distance, "Irony or not, I'd like to leave this conversation as is. Please don't show your face to me ever again and stay approximately 10 meters away from me." 
"Remember! Don't tell anyone you're a Christmas ghost!" Miss Pasty reminded.
Lizzie hissed, "I'm not in this conversation anymore, woman."
Miss Pasty sadly smiled as she watched the young blondie strut away with such an attitude, "For a ten-year-old, she sounds older than me…" Miss Pasty slapped her cheeks lightly and then put on a smile, "Welp, time for work!" She stretched her arms and whispered some ominous sounds. As soon as she finished whispering, her silky dirty blonde hair finally shone because of the sunlight and under her was a shadow that states that she became solid. 
She put her hands near her mouth and called out, "Children~! It's time for some hot chocolate!"
The kids' eyes immediately locked on the front door of the house where Miss Pasty was gesturing them to come in. They squealed in excitement as they made a bee-line to the house. 
Lizzie watched Miss Pasty get the children inside the orphanage and squinted her eyes. Miss Pasty was a lucky ghost. She was the ghost of Christmas's past solely because she makes a certain deal with people who have recently died unnoticed. 
According to the rumors, a ghost of a mother once asked Miss Pasty to take care of her family, who were not aware that the mother of their house had succumbed to illness abroad, and out of pity and with the consent of the ghost of Christmas's future, Miss Pasty took the form of the mother for 10 years, after which she pretended to succumb to illness just like the original mother and disappeared. 
Ever since then, when mothers beg for her help to comfort their families, she would take their form for 10 years and pretend to die the same way the original mothers did. Sometimes, Miss Pasty would extend that contract though, if the child of the mothers were fit to be too young to experience loss.
At the moment, Miss Pasty is stuck with a job at the orphanage because a mom of an orphanage begged on her knees. She seems to enjoy it though and she's able to balance her time as the ghost of Christmas's past and her time as the mom of the orphanage, Miss Miranda.
Lizzie frowned, "She'll be crying for another set of months after she leaves this place. She'll probably ask me to watch over this kids more than I already do. Tch. That'd be a pain." She then whispered, "Being dead is a pain…"
That was just a play on words of course. She knows that the dead can't even feel pain.
She looked up at the sun, not needing to squint her eyes because her eyes do not feel threatened by the scorching light. She scowled at the sun, "Just wait until you explode, you ball of flames, and let's see who'd be threatened by that light of yours." 
Lizzie decided to lean on a tree but she passed through it instead. She growled as she stood up, "Stupid ghastly characteristics. I can't even lean on a tree." She stood back up, fuming. 
She then looked at the tree again. Then, she looked around to see if anyone was around. The garden was deserted except for some birds who were taking a rest before heading south. Lizzie pouted, hesitating to do what she wanted to do right now. 
But in the end she ended up whispering ominous words as well and turning visible and touchable temporarily. Lizzie took this opportunity to punch and kick the tree while yelling, "RAAAAAA!!!!" 
She was really just taking out the stress of being a Christmas ghost on the poor old tree and she's aware of how unfairly she was treating the tree but she's also aware that trees don't have thoughts nor feelings so she continued on and kept on lashing at the tree's bark. 
She kept doing this for a few minutes and then she leaned on the tree and sat down. 
She was only allowed to be visible and touchable for 1 hour every day and she apparently used her 1 hour to harass a tree. Unlike Miss Pasty, who was allowed to be visible and touchable for 10 hours because of her side jobs as mothers, here and there, Lizzie was only supposed to use that 1 hour if there was someone in danger and if she is able to help that person in any way.
But she's never used it before. This is the first time she's used it. And it's for such a ridiculous reason too.
Lizzie sighed and buried her face on her knees. 
According to Miss Pasty, Lizzie died at the age of 2 and the ghost of Christmas's future decided that she would be the Ghost of Christmas's present that same instant she died. A perk of being a Christmas ghost was that they can still act as if they were normal humans because they still grow and develop. In Lizzie's case, she grew as a ghost surrounded by other ghosts who seemed to never age and humans who can't even see her. 
For her, not being able to live normally, just like the kids, despite being humane, was the only pain a ghost might ever feel.
And right now, that's what she feels…
"Hey…! Are you okay…?" Lizzie shrieked and looked up to be greeted by two big blue eyes. 
A blonde boy, about the same age as her, blinked at her. Lizzie recognized his face as one of the children earlier. Mark! That was his name!
"Uh? Hiloooow???" Mark waved his hand in front of Lizzie, checking if she would respond.
Lizzie's first reaction was panic and she screamed, "Get away from me, Satan!" 
Mark gasped and looked around. He then pointed at himself, "Are you talking about ME???"
"No! I'm talking to the snow!" Lizzie sarcastically hissed as she clung to the tree for protection. 
Mark blinked, "Ooooh, okay." And then he stepped closer, "Don't worry! I don't think Satan is in the snow so you can calm down…"
"STUPID! DON'T COME NEAR ME!" Lizzie barked. "DON'T YOU DARE!"
Mark swung his hands right up and backed away, "Okay, okay, okay! But I swear, there are no demons or ghosts around here! This place was doused in holy water when I was a baby!"
Lizzie wanted to inform him that she and their "mom" are ghosts but decided not to. 
Mark sat down on the snow and asked, "You're a new face here… Are you new?"
Lizzie stuck out her tongue, "As if I'd tell you. I don't know who you are. You're probably a secret spy from the neighboring country disguised as an irritating kid."
"What?" 
"YOU'RE A STRANGER TO ME, OKAY???" 
Mark blinked, "You know, for a second earlier, I thought you were crying."
"Ghosts don't cry." Lizzie blurted out.
Mark blinked, "What?"
"I said Guuurls don't cry." Lizzie hissed. 
Mark blinked, "I don't think that's the same thing as the one you said befo—"
"Just leave me aloooone!!!" Lizzie hissed and shuffled on all fours to get around the tree.
"Hey wait!" Mark chased after her.
"Don't come near me! I'll curse you if you do!" Lizzie threatened as she ran around the tree.
Mark blinked, "What???"
"THAT'S THE LAST WHAT I'LL BE GETTING FROM YOU!" Lizzie stopped on her heels and turned around to face the blonde boy. She put her finger in front of him and said, "Listen here, I don't know if you're stupid or ignorant but I'm gonna make this clear. Don't come near me!"
"Why???" Mark blinked.
"STOP THE QUESTIONS! I JUST WANT SOME PEEAACE!" Lizzie screamed and covered her ears while saying incomprehensible words to drown out whatever question Mark had.
Mark sweat dropped. And then he blinked. This boy was born with slow processing skills but he's the type of person who can't un-hear what comes in his ear. Mark gaped, "YOU'RE A GHOST???"
Lizzie didn't hear this though, she kept saying weird words to drown out whatever Mark says. 
But Mark was jumping up and down, beaming, "Oh my gosh oh my gosh oh my gosh! I have so many questions! 1.) When you eat children, do they pass through your body or are they digested? 2.) Do you guys sleep in coffins like vampires? 3.) Can sugar exorcise you from a house or body???"
That's when Mark realized that Lizzie wasn't listening so he slapped her on the cheek, vigorously in order to catch her attention. It worked successfully but Mark suddenly yelled, "LIAR! YOU'RE NO GHOST! MY HAND TOTALLY HIT YOU!"
"Yeah! And it hurt! What the hell do you want?!" Lizzie hissed.
Mark hissed, "You're a wanna-be ghost. I don't like liars like you!" Then he stuck his tongue out.
Lizzie raised an eyebrow, triggered, "exCUSE ME?! I am the ghost of Christmas's present! How dare you call me a wanna-be gho—" Mark suddenly collapsed. "—WHAT THE HELL?!"
Lizzie stared at Mark's unmoving body on the snow. She thought it was another trick of his to throw snowballs at his enemies but this one was real. 
And it wasn't caused by any natural phenomena, no, it was caused by something beyond that.
Miss Pasty walked out of the house, "Lizzie."
Lizzie stared at Miss Pasty, "What?"
"What did I tell you this morning…?" Miss Pasty asked with a straight face.
Lizzie blinked and then remembered. Her eyes widened as she stuttered, "D-don't… tell anyone… I'm a ghost…"
Miss Pasty sighed in frustration and then walked towards Lizzie, who was trembling. 
Lizzie just broke a rule. You can't simply reveal yourself to anyone. Lizzie panicked thinking that some horrible punishment would be set on her. But she's never exactly felt physical pain before so she couldn't think of anything worse than being a ghost.
"Lizzie, you're such a forgetful little child." Miss Pasty murmured.
Lizzie looked at her and blinked in confusion but then Miss Pasty put her finger on Lizzie's forehead, and as soon as she did, everything in Lizzie's vision turned black.
And she collapsed.

Christmas, a wonderful day, full of joy, snow, blood and pain.
Hogwarts was full of snow much to the enjoyments of the students.
Alexander, Harry and the Weasley brothers were staying in Hogwarts.
Alexander and Harry because it's better to stay at Hogwarts than the Dursley house and the Weasley brothers because their parents with Ginny will spend the Christmas in Romania with Charlie who juste came back from is study of the New Dragon of Hogwarts.

Of course when Malfoy learn this, he couldn't prevent himself from mocking Harry & Ron, but to his surprise and everyone else, it was not Alexander who cast a spell to shut up Malfoy, like always but Neville. 
Since the start of school Alexander always pair with Neville so he always help him, they became very good friends and so Alexander teach him some spell. Neville was slow at learning but he grow each day so Alexander was patient with him and it was worth it !

Malfoy still taunting Harry & Ron suddenly became scare because he saw Neville taking his wand out and pointing at him
"Locomotor Mortis !" roar Neville, and the magic happen...
Malfoy was it by the spell and fell of, trying to stand up, he fell his legs bind together. Everyone was laughing at Crabe and Goyle taking Malfoy out of the corridor and also acclaimed Neville for his spell.
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Alexander, Harry and Ron were currently unwrapping their gifts.
"I don't like maroon" said Ron while looking at the sweater that his mother made for him.
Alexander took his wand, point at the sweater and change his color in red like Gryffindor.
"Thanks Xander !"
He also receive a gift from Alexander, a new wizard chess game.
"Awesome ! Thanks Xander... But wait why the pieces are different ?"
Dragon, giants, spiders, and other powerful creature were the new pieces.
"Well it's a chess game I made while training my Transfiguration, its more violent and brutal"
Harry & Ron were excited and wanted to test it now, but a few gifts remain unwrapped. Alexander & Harry receive a coin from the Dursley and give it to Ron much to his joy.
He receive from his brother, his notes about Occlumency and how to train
He also receive the Invisibility cloak of his father with a notes
[Your father left this in my possession before he died.
 It is time it was returned to you.
 Use it well.
 A Very Merry Christmas to you.]
While Harry & Ron were pondering about this mysterious person, Alexander finish to unwrap his gifts.
Candy from friends, a new quill from Hermione, he sent the same to her...
The same green sweater that Harry receive from Mrs. Weasley, suspicious candy from the twins, he give them a muggle book about Fireworks...
Hagrid give him some homemade cake, he sent Hagrid a few muggle book about animals.

From Snape, his own notes about potion, yes they were in a good relationship, enough to send gifts to each other. Alexander send him a little statue of his mother he made while training the permanent Transfiguration. Permanent Transfiguration is when the objet will stay permanent in the form choose by the wizard.
He send a lot of sugars to Dumbledore and he receive personal notes about Transfiguration.
And that's how the early morning was spend.
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"You sure, your not coming playing with us ?" ask Harry to Alexander who was currently relaxing in the couch of the common room.
"I am sure, go play outside, I am not very fond of snow anyway" reply Alexander
'Since my first transformation in Animagus, I start to dislike the cold more and more....'
"Then can you watch over Scabbers, he is sleeping in the chair and I don't want to wake him up and bother me" said Ron
Alexander smile ear to ear, "with pleasure ! He will be safe with me, don't worry !"
Then in the common room, only Alexander and a sleeping rat were there. Alexander try to calm himself 'It today ! So let's calm down and start to think through this to not make a mistake'

After a few minutes, Alexander walk near Scabbers and look at him with a serious face
Scabbers feeling a piercing gaze wake up and look at the eyes of Alexander, they were colds. He start to shudder wondering what this boy his going to do with him.

"Hello Pettigrew" said Alexander, and before Pettigrew could react to what happen he was hit by dozen of spell and black out.
"That's feel good !" said Alexander looking at the fat ugly middle-aged man in front of him
Alexander slap his forehead, "Dammit ! In excitement I cast an anti-Animagus spell making him return human, well I just have to levitate his body, there is currently no Students in Hogwarts so it will be easy, I think"
He levitate Pettigrew, conjure a few chain to bind him and cast a few others spell to make sur every thing will be alright during the transportation.
"Then let's go" saying this Alexander left the common room with Pettigrew floating behind him.
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During the transportation, Alexander meet people, how he forgot about... The Aurors...
'Crap shouldn't they leaves for Christmas, don't they haves a family ?!'
The team of three didn't of a students so they ignore him but when they saw the floating body behind, they stop him
"Hey, student, who is this ?" ask one of the Aurors
Before Alexander could reply nonsense someone reply in his steed.
"Hey, I know this face, it's Peter Pettigrew, the hero who die under the hand of Sirius Black !" Said Peeves who shows up. Since the beginning of the school, Peeves and Alexander have a very dangerous relationship. Every time they saw each others, one launch myriads of spells while the other attack with every object near him. So you could see from time to time a large scale battle between a student and a ghost in Hogwarts.
"What ?!" said at the same time the three Aurors, they look closely and sur enough it was him. they takes their wand out and point at Alexander.
'Mhh, I need to create new spell to make the ghosts feeling pain again. Peeves was happy, he finally got something to badmouth Alexander and without waiting he escape and start shooting
"ALEXANDER POTTER HAS KILLED PETER PETTIGROW, HE HIS IN THE ---" an so on...
" Why he his here ?""Hand over Pettigrew boy !""Explain yourself !"
'Urg... I should have perhaps hide the body under the cloak... What a failure well... Let's just beat everyone in my way toward the headmaster office, I guess that thanks to Peeves, the rest of the Aurors are coming, I hope Quirrell will not come...'
"Hand it over ? Sorry I need him" said Alexander while taking his wand.
"Peter Pettigrew is a war hero who disappear eleven years ago, we need an explanation""It's for the Ministry of Magic to deal with it not a little boy""Let just stun him and begone with it"
The last Auror directly send a [Stupefy] at Alexander, he use [Protego] to deflect the spell under the surprise eyes of the trio
"Calling me two times boy and shouting a spell at me without warning... I'm pissed..." and without waiting for the reply, he a cast a [Stupefy] to the guy who name him 'boy', he was directly hit and end up in the coma but the spell of Alexander was so powerful he also blast him a few meters away. The two Aurors were shocked seeing this scene because they juste saw an 11 years old child cast a [Silence Spell], then they saw the students sending other spell a them. They end up in a defensive position because each spell hitting their shield was powerful even the simple one
'All the students at Hogwarts are like this ?'
They try to attack but the moment they aim at him, they were suddenly bind by chain coming out of th ground and before they could understand anything they black out.
'Well, I get better at this ! Not even hit once, well let's rush !'

Alexander start to run in the corridor, he pass by Filch who scream at him "Stop running in the corridors !"
He met some Aurors in the way, slowing him down for a few moment but he always end up winning every time, at first slowly but the more he fight the more he begin to get better winning the fight with a few spell. The memory from the wand was never really his, until he start to fight completely, those memory completely merge with him. If someone has fight Dumbledore or Grindelwald during his life he would see those shadow in Alexander.

After half an hour and dozen of Aurors wipe out, he finally arrive in frond of the Headmaster Office. He gave the Password to the Gargoyle and enter under the angry eyes of the rest of the Aurors, they try to enter but they didn't haves the password.

'Well, this was quite the rush *gasp*, I learn a lot today but next time I plan something I will think more...'

"Hello Professor"
Dumbledore was currently eating the sugars that Alexander send him
"You succeed, well done Alexander" said Dumbledore with a smile
Alexander seat in the seat in front of the desk without asking and start to rest.
"Well, everything didn't go as planned, a few trouble along the way"
"If the head of the Aurors hear you design his troops as "A few trouble" he will probably send you to Azkaban" joke Dumbledore, then he look at the floating Pettigrew and cast a few spell.
"You did you job, now it's my turn, you can be sure that Sirius will be free" said Dumbledore with a small. So while resting Alexander and Dumbledore start to talk about the follow up event while Aurors were waiting at the door of the Headmaster. They will wait for a long time because Alexander was sent to the Common Room of Gryffindor by Fawkes.

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[Silence Spell]: The ability to casting magic without saying word, it's a difficult method to practice.

Fawkes: It's the Phoenix of Dumbledore, and the Phoenix can use a power resembling to a Teleportation.

A young man who was acclaimed as a genius by everyone was currently reading Harry Potter, his favorite novel but  was complaining about the story and end up dead by your ever kind god Truck-sama.

I don't own the universe of Harry Potter nor their Characters.

Matapos nilang masayang makipagusap sa mga kotumer ng ilang sandal, unti unti namang nawala ang mga tao. Ang ilan namang matalino, ay hindi sumali ng maaga, palihim na pumunta nung umalis na ang lahat para makausap si Chen Gou na ikinagulat niya. Napansin ng ibang mga kostumer na pumunta sina Chen Gou, Tang Rou at Ye Xiu sa All Star Competition ng magkasama.
Noong nasa mahirap na sitwasyon na si Tang Rou, Si God Ye Qiu, ang pumunta para iligtas siya, mukha isang tao na kilala ni Tang Rou. Mula dito, madali ng ipagkonekta ang dalawa. Naintindihan na ni Chen Gou ang intensyon ng mga ito bago pa sila matapos magsalita.
Mabuti na lang, may karanasan na sila kung ano ang kapiramdam ng mapaligiran ng mga reporter kahapon, noong nagtapos ang All Star week End. Kahit sa mga maparaan na reporter na naloko. Paanong maikukumpara sa kanila? Kahit na si Tang Rou ang madaming ginawa, parte pa rin nito si Chen Gou. Ang paggamit sa sinabi ni Tang Rou kahapan, napabuntong hininga sila parehas ng magkasama, nanghihinayang sa kanilang pagkakataon na makita ang God. Para naman kay Ye Xiu, sa kanyang maya, alalay lang siya nito.
Matapos makipagtuos sa mga kostumer, hindi pa rin makapagpahinga si Chen Gou. Nga naman, wala pa siya sa Internet Café sa tatlong araw at bilang mayari, may ilan pang bagay na kailangan niyang gawin. Hindi siya atulad ni Ye Xiu at Tang Rou na pwedeng itapon na lang sa isang tabi ang gamit matapos bumali at madaling magsimulang maglaro.
Para mas maging eksakto, tinapon lang ni Tang Rou ang kanyang bagahe. Gumawa ng beeline para sa kanyang computer si Ye Xiu pagkatapos niyang makarating. Hindi siya nagdala ng kahit na anong bagahe at sumama sa kanila ng walang dala. Lahat ng kanilang mgagagamitin sa banyo ay binibigay ng hotel. Bilang resulta, makakabalik din siya ng walang dala. Kung hindi siya nakita ang lahat ng ito sa kanya mismong mga mata, hindi siya maniniwala na bumalik siya galing sa bakasyon.
For the past three days, Ye Xiu and Tang Rou had gone on, but not for very long. Overall,
not much had changed. The top guilds had taken Ye Xiu's guides for the Level 40-43
Thousand Waves Lake Dungeon to level and compete for the records. Ye Xiu didn't care
who got the final record. After getting online, he checked his friends list to see what
everyone's levels were.
Sa nakaraang tatlong araw, umalis si Ye Xiu at Tang Rou
Even though the All-Star Weekend had been extremely exciting, the game had been very
normal during those three days. But even if the players didn't go watch it live at the
stadium, the majority of players would still watch it through the broadcast. Because of
this, the leveling speed during those three days was a bit slower.
On his friends list, those from the top guilds had all leveled to 41. As for Steamed Bun
Invasion and Concealed Light, they were still pitifully climbing at Level 32 and 33! In the
Christmas event, the players who hadn't been in Sin City had been tossed far away. Even
worse, Steamed Bun Invasion hadn't participated in that event whatsoever.
Qiao Yifan's One Inch Ash was doing better than Steamed Bun Invasion, though. Ye Xiu
saw that he was still online, so he messaged him. However, the system informed him that
it was rejected. Qiao Yifan had been in City S the entire time. There was no way he had
the time to level, which meant that he had handed it over for someone to level it for him.
With his background as a pro player, Qiao Yifan didn't need to learn and understand the
game starting from zero like Tang Rou and Steamed Bun Invasion. Simply getting a maxlevel
account and slowly studying it would be the same. It was just that Qiao Yifan wanted
to learn from God, which was why he made One Inch Ash. But because he missed the
Christmas event opportunity, he had no choice but to find someone to level it for him. And
since their levels were higher, the difference in experience was greater and it was already
difficult for him to catch up.
Seeing this, Ye Xiu saw that they wouldn't be able to play together for now. As a result,
only he and Tang Rou went to dungeon together. The huge gap in levels due to the
Christmas event hadn't shrunk much during these three days. The players from the top
guilds, who had always been ahead of them, pulled ahead a bit more and were now all at
Thousand Waves Lake. Because of this, Sin City was very empty. There weren't even any
signs of ghosts at the dungeon entrance when the two entered.
The two of them were quite familiar with the dungeon and directly finished their three
runs of the day. By the time they were done, Chen Guo finished dealing with her matters
and logged into the game, as well. Ye Xiu casually glanced at her screen and saw that the
first thing she did after logging in was leaving her guild.
"You're leaving your guild?" Ye Xiu asked.
"Yeah!" Chen Guo nodded her head.
"Excellent Dynasty?" Ye Xiu said.
"Yeah, they're disgusting!" Chen Guo said. Chen Guo was clearly disgusted by Club
Excellent Era now. Their guild, Excellent Dynasty, no longer made her feel proud, either.
She decisively left the guild without any signs of reluctance. Apart from this, she also felt
worried for Su Mucheng. It was as if she thought Su Mucheng was in some sort of prison.
"Do you really need to go that far?" Ye Xiu laughed, seeing what Chen Guo was thinking.
"I'll make my own guild." Chen Guo said, while replying back to messages. She had been
in Excellent Dynasty for a long time, so she had a lot of friends there. Her leaving the
guild even before saying "hi" to them caused a lot of her friends to ask her what was going
on.
"Excellent Era is rotten. I'm going to make my own guild." Chen Guo replied in this way
to everyone. Her friends who received them were confused. They were doing just fine.
What did she mean Excellent Era was rotten?
"Sis, is it because of Sun Xiang?" Her friends began guessing. Sun Xiang's performance
in the All-Star Competition truly was too embarrassing. Sun Xiang losing to their rival
Han Wenqing made a lot of Excellent Era's fans unhappy. To their understanding of her,
such a shameful event really was enough to make her leave impulsively.
"No!" Chen Guo concluded, "In any case, I don't want to be in this lame guild. Who
wants to join me?"
For a moment, very few replied back.
Developing a guild in the Heavenly Domain wasn't easy. Here, the competition was
crueler and fiercer. The benefits from joining a top guild like Excellent Dynasty couldn't
be compared to those on their own or those in a regular guild.
In the Heavenly Domain, the top guilds weren't only seeking for more numbers like the
new server. The qualifications needed to enter one were much higher. In order to join a top
guild in the Heavenly Domain, the player needed to have a certain level of skill. Many of
them cherished their status. In addition, those who joined the guild were all supporters of
Excellent Era. Their guild, Excellent Dynasty, also had an emotional aspect to it. This sort
of loyalty wasn't something normal guilds had.
Plus, Chen Guo didn't give a concrete reason to. She simply left for seemingly no reason
and then just asked if they wanted to join. Of course they weren't going to respond.
If they agreed, then that'd be too careless. If they didn't agree, it wouldn't be good for
Chen Guo's reputation. For a moment, they pretended they were dead as if they didn't
receive any messages. Some of them even logged out of the game.
Only her most ironclad friends replied back, wanting to know why Chen Guo wanted to
do so.
These were the friends Chen Guo trusted the most in game, so she didn't hide anything,
directly revealing to them why she didn't feel good about Excellent Era. Her friends
hadn't even replied back yet, when Ye Xiu said in surprise: "You know a lot?"
Chen Guo had told her friends about all those things she and Tang Rou had analyzed that
night, the guesses they had made about Club Excellent Era. And now that Ye Xiu showed
his surprise, Chen Guo turned his head to ask: "Is it like that?"
Ye Xiu forced a smile.
"Hmph!" Chen Guo's displeasure was obviously aimed at Club Excellent Era. To her
friends, these speculations were too shocking. They couldn't accept them so easily.
"You say Ye Qiu's condition had been declining? Did you see that Dragon Raises Its Head
in the All-Star Competition?" Chen Guo asked.
"Right, he can still use Dragon Raises Its Head. Declining, my ass! It really is Excellent
Era scheming!" One of Chen Guo's diehard friends shouted. This player was also one of
Ye Qiu's loyal fans. He was able to accept it very easily like Chen Guo.
"That... You couldn't have made so many speculations just because of one Dragon
Raises Its Head, right?" Of course, some of them were more prudent. Truthfully, this was
the more logical decision. The previous player had been a brainless fan like Chen Guo and
had an easier time accepting news that favored his idol.
"Hmph, there's more. But I won't tell you. Anyways, it's like that. I've already left. I'm
going to create a guild and overthrow Excellent Dynasty!" Chen Guo said.
"Ridiculous." Ye Xiu suddenly blurted out.
Chen Guo immediately turned her head to glare at him. The determination glinting in her
eyes frightened Ye Xiu. Even though Boss Chen Guo was usually all ominous towards
him, Ye Xiu had never seen this sort of determination from her. Topple Excellent
Dynasty? Is she serious? Truthfully, for a top guild like Excellent Dynasty, someone like
Ye Xiu could cause trouble for them in the new server. But to actually topple them was
something even Ye Xiu didn't dare think of.
After all, the guild was a very important part of the Club's business. This was because the
Glory Pro Alliance and the game weren't completely separate. No matter how good the
pro players' accounts were, they were still linked to an account card like everybody else's.
In addition, upgrading their equipment and improving their skills required in-game
materials, experience, and skill points.
The creation of the guild in-game could be considered as a safeguard for the pro teams,
especially for providing materials.
They might be able to set the development of the guild back like what Ye Xiu was doing
in the tenth server, but if they were ever in danger of being destroyed, how could the Club
just sit back and watch? When that time came, the in-game guilds would ask their pros to
help and the pros would come to set things right again.
It wasn't as if this had never happened before. Pros participating in the battles because of
the competition between guilds had happened many times in Glory's history, especially
after the creation of the Heavenly Domain. After all, the Heavenly Domain was a place
where all the high-level accounts gathered together.


Sa isang larong online na Glory, si Ye Xiu ay kilala bilang isang mala-Diyos na manlalaro't walang kahit na sino man ang nakakapantay sa karunungan niya sa laro. Gayunpaman, dahil sa ilang mga dahilan ay nasipa siya mula sa kaniyang team. Matapos lumisan, siya ay nakahanap ng trabaho bilang tagapamahala sa isang Internet Cafe.
Sa mga sandaling binuksan ng Glory ang kanilang ika-sampung server, siya na may halos sampung taong karanasan sa laro ay muling magbabalik. Kasama ang alaala ng kahapon, at isang hindi kumpleto't self-made na armas, ay muling magsisimula ang kaniyang daan papunta sa tuktok!
Matapos ang mga madugong labanan, at nakakasindak na patayan, sino ang nagnakaw ng aking kadakilaan? Sa ilalim ng bagyo’t delubyo, magiging para bang hindi nawasak ang aking mga pangarap.
Sa liwanag nito'y hindi mababalutan ng kadiliman ang daan. Sa ilalim ng mga mata ng lahat, dito magsisimula ang aking daan para sa kadakilaan!



this story belongs to RobSt and I'm just sharing it here because I enjoyed reading it 

What will happen when a goblin-raised Harry arrives at Hogwarts. A Harry who has received training, already knows the prophecy and has no scar. With the backing of the goblin nation and Hogwarts herself

have fun

So Fa Re, La So Re…
After playing those notes, Feng Bujue jumped back several steps, paying close attention to the changes to his surroundings. Several seconds later, two extremely pale, slender arms reached out from inside the piano lid at an incredibly awkward angle.
There was a Chinese idiom called memorizing everything backward. Perhaps someone might be able to do that in real life, but in any case, Feng Bujue had not witnessed that before and did not even realize what the point of reciting something backward was. However, he was about to bear witness to playing everything backward.
Before the hands started playing, they crossed their fingers and stretched outward. Feng Bujue reacted instantly; this might appear to be an insignificant action, but he understood that it was the 'reaction time' that the game had given the player. If the player was not scared away, now was the time for them to do something.
The piano cries the mournful tune. Do not listen, do not listen… but do clap after the performance. Feng Bujue went over the relevant lyric in his mind, and he got it immediately. He ran to the first row of tables and sat down. He placed the phone next to him, squeezed the flashlight between his knees, and turned to look at the piano.
By then, the hands were ready. They wiggled agilely over the keys before pressing down on the notes. Then, the recital began… The hands danced over the keys, and the arms were twisted at impossible angles. The joints at the elbows were strangely contorted while the fingers felt like they were supercharged with life as they glided and leaped over the keys.
Visually, when the two arms were playing, it was neither beautiful nor fast. If Feng Bujue had to describe it, it was more like ten worms strung onto two hooks, five worms on each, and then the worms were wiggling their bodies, trying to slither away from the hooks.
Whether the song was presentable or not, Feng Bujue had no idea. Even though straggling notes entered his ears, for the most part, he had no idea what the song sounded like. This was because since the arms started playing the first note, Feng Bujue had covered his ears with his hands while rocking his head from side to side, humming loudly to himself, "La la la! La la la! Twinkle twinkle little star…"
After going over the Twinkle Twinkle Little Star song, he sang the Christmas Song at double the speed. In any case, as long as the arms kept playing, he decided to sing these two songs on loop.
About five minutes later, when Feng Bujue was about to sing the children's lullaby for the third time, the two arms stopped playing. The ghost claws floated away from the keys and stopped moving.
Without waiting for a break, Feng Bujue clapped like his life depended on it. He was even shameless enough to cheer and request for an encore.
The owner of the ghost arms appeared to be shocked. The hands that dangled in midair froze for thirty seconds before they reacted. The right hand curled into a fist and waved it around twice like it was expressing some kind of displeasure. Then, the left hand held the lid, while the right hand removed the stand that supported the lid, and finally both hands held the lid as they slowly retreated into the piano, closing the lid as they went in. Overall, it looked like they were bowing down as the curtain fell.
"Main quest progress updated. Explore Ye Jie Elite Academy to resolve the seven supernatural phenomena. Current progress, 2/7"
Hmm… From the looks of it, not all seven of the supernatural phenomenon are lethal. Feng Bujue took his things and stood up. Or perhaps I would have died if I listen to the whole song earlier? Hmm… In a way, I feel like this whole scenario is trying to express the concept that, even among ghosts, there are kind and harmless spirits.
He glanced at the time; it was 00:35:18. About five minutes later, it would be his turn to make the call. He wondered how Passing Rain was doing. Since the system did not announce it, it meant that she was trapped inside the dimension of the thirteenth step. Thankfully, the system did not announce that she was dead either.
This kind of situation where he knew that the girl was in danger but had no idea how she was hanging on influenced Feng Bujue to a certain degree. He opened the game menu to confirm that she was still alive from the 'living' status next to her game ID, even though he knew that the action was pointless.
However, after he opened the menu, there was a surprise find waiting for him. After glancing at the team status, he glanced at the mastery tab and noticed that new masteries had been unlocked. The shadowy area that had appeared after the start of the open beta had half been unlocked. The new mastery was called 'Sorcery', and Feng Bujue currently had it at level F.
Of the two new masteries, Feng Bujue had already unlocked one, but from the name, he knew that it was going to be hard to level up this mastery.
The six masteries during closed beta—general ability, workmanship, sleuthing, fighting, medic, and marksmanship—all looked like more common settings, but this 'sorcery' and the yet to be unlocked mastery were most likely ability related to the supernatural.
Feng Bujue had no idea whether he had unlocked this sorcery mastery when he was dealing with this piano ghost or when he carried the ghost out of the well, but since he had already unlocked it, he could not help but wonder about other things related to it. Would the randomized skill card that he obtained from clearing this scenario be related to sorcery? The mastery sounded like it was specialized against ghosts and spirits, so did that mean it would be useless when facing other monsters and players? Also, would the skills under this school of mastery be effective against things in the physical world?
He stood there thinking for so long that he soon received the warning from the system. If he stayed there any longer, he would be marked as AFKing, so he had no choice but to continue his exploration.
It was soon time for the next call, but the system still had not announced that Passing Rain had passed her quest. Feng Bujue started to get anxious. With one minute left, he started to hesitate over whether to make the call or not.
Passing Rain had to be in a harsh situation. Of all the ghost stories, the story of the 'extra step on the staircase' could be said to be the more popular one and thus probably the most difficult. The lyrics "One two three, four five six… Count your steps going up the stairs, turn around, turn around… before you reach the thirteenth step" were rather meaningless. From the sound of it, by taking the thirteenth step, a fatal event would be triggered.
But earlier, when Passing Rain was talking with Feng Bujue, she had also been counting the steps. Perhaps she had been distracted by him and taken the thirteenth step without realizing it. She also did not expect that, in a building with seven floors, she would come across this staircase with thirteen steps so soon on the second floor.
At the time, Feng Bujue's concern was, if Passing Rain was caught in a tough spot, then there was a high chance she would not be able to answer the call, and that would mark her as the responsible party. Then, she would be dropped into greater trouble for the next fifteen minutes, adding insult to injury.
So, if I don't make this call, I'll become the responsible party and suffer the haunting of the ghosts. But in that case, at least additional danger won't be shouldered by Passing Rain. She will be spared.
Just as he was hesitating, time was up.
 


This is a game beyond dimension–the pursuit of truth. 
The unknown seal, the gambit between gods and demons… 
The defiance against data, the retribution of human… 
In a virtual world connected with reality, consciousness dictates us, consciousness chooses us, and consciousness dictates our consciousness. 
Now, throw away you fear. 
Throw away your selfish interest, question, and disbelief… Free your thought. 
Welcome to Thriller Paradise. 
Feng Bujue lost his ability to fear because of an unknown psychological disorder. Through a virtual reality game designed for players to experience fright and despair, he began his search for his lost fear. Could he finally regain his ability to fear? Could he outwit the scenarios presented to him? Could he finally uncover the truth hidden inside Thriller Paradise?  


I N D I G O

The next morning I wasn't entirely sure how to feel. I mean, some of the weight has been lifted since I told Milo the truth about my at home life. But I'm still broken. I'm still lost.

Have you ever opened your eyes and just stared at the ceiling for what seems like a few minutes, but turns out to be three hours? That's where I'm at. Everyone had fallen asleep a little past midnight, but I didn't want to sleep. The problem with going into a coma is the fact that it's a deep sleep; one you can't wake yourself up from, no matter how badly you pray to... which happens to be my biggest fear. 

Ever read A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens? You know, how Ebeneezer Scrooge was visited by three ghosts; past, present, and yet to come? It's a classic that I know many people watch around the holiday. However, for me, it was different. I wasn't watching from the side lines or behind the scenes-- no, I was forced to relive it during my week of sleep. My past came first; Jim's volatile abuse and the agonizing pain felt real... I was nine, hiding under the cupboard in the kitchen. Jim was extremely upset because I had burnt the pizza and this made him late for a meeting. When he found me, he yanked me out by my wrists, picked up my tiny body and took me up to his bedroom, grabbing the rolling pin off the counter on the way out. He had chunked me to the ground and began to pummel me with it. This was the first of many memories.

Then came the present and Milo was there, as well as the rest of the gang. It was good for a little bit but then it all shifted and became distorted... Milo was the first to strike me which nearly broke my heart. Ever heard that saying about how you're screaming at the top of your lungs, but nobody can hear you? Yeah well, I found out, it's actually a real thing. I cried out for him, but I knew he couldn't hear me-- instead he told me about how Ms. Rodriguez paired us for a project and how we would do it together when I woke up. More memories flooded my mind; the man from the camper and the brown haired boy from the party, touching and groping me, laughing maniacally when I yelled for them to stop, back handing me when I didn't comply. 

And finally, for what was yet to come... Jim and everyone else in my life were surrounding me in a circle. They were shouting obscenities at me, telling me how useless I was, how I would never be good enough, how I was weak minded and a disgrace, how I would never have a family to love me, how I would die alone, how my existence didn't matter. They all took turns kicking and punching me, spitting on me while I begged for mercy, Jim used a crowbar while Milo used a bat. At the end of my 'visits' from the three ghosts, I died. Everything went white and I felt pure bliss, I felt acceptance, I felt loved. But when I opened my eyes again, I was in what seemed to be a hospital room-- not heaven.

So now I'm sitting on the couch in Milo's living room, watching reruns of Always Sunny in Philadelphia while everyone else is still comfortably sleeping in the safety of their own rooms. I heard the stairs creak and whipped my head around to see Gio.

"Can't sleep?," he asked in a calm, yet raspy voice.

I shook my head while getting up to join him in the kitchen. He pulled out a bag of Cap'n Crunch and two bowls before grabbing the milk.

"Wanna talk about it?," he asked, this time sounding a little more awake.

I nodded my head but couldn't seem to find the words.

"Take your time," he said softly while placing his hand on mine.

After arguing with myself about if and what I should censor, I finally decided to just speak freely.

"Wh-While I was... in the coma... I heard everyone. I could hear what they were saying to me or to others in my room... I tried to wake up, to talk, to move... but I-I couldn't," I paused to take a few deep breaths to calm the anxiety rising up.

"Everything Jim had done to me... I had to see and feel it again... l-l-like as if it were real... I-I couldn't make them s-stop...," by this time I'm uncontrollably weeping as the images flood my mind again. I was damn near hyperventilating at this point.

"Hey now, calm down. Deep breaths. In. Out," he instructed while rubbing my back.

I focused on his words and evened out my breathing after a few minutes.

"I-I just felt alone and s-scared... I don't want to go back to sleep... I-I don't want to see them again," I said, trying to shove the memories down deeper.

"Look, pumpkin I could never begin to imagine what you have gone through, and I don't even want to. But what I can tell you, is that you've been through a lot. Even though it may seem frightening to accept that you have been abused, it's an important step and there is support right here when you need it. If you can't sleep, you have seven people to choose from in this house to wake up and I can guarantee you that nobody would be upset with you. But that doesn't mean I condone you pulling all nighters either. Your body and mind still need rest honey. With that being said, lets do some brainstorming on how to stop these nightmares," he said.

I looked up at him to see so much care in his eyes and I couldn't stop the flood gates from opening. This must be what it feels like to have a father figure... someone who helps you instead of tearing you down. After a few more minutes of calming myself I explained to him about the medication I took for it, but that it was no longer working properly.

"I see... Well believe it or not, when I was a kid I had them too. Only they were more along the lines of night terrors," he said nonchalantly.

My eyes widened at this new fact. To be truthful, Gio was a strikingly intimidating man if you didn't know him. His eyes and body language held a lot of power and authority in them. So, hearing him say that meant he had subconscious fears as well at one point in his life.

"What did you do?," I asked curiously. If he could make his go away, maybe he could teach me how to make mine go away too...

"Hm, well, I took a shot in the dark," he stated while attempting to recall his methods.

"What do you mean?," I asked, not fully understanding.

"You see, most of the time you don't realize you are having a nightmare. So, I tried to recognize it while it was happening. It wasn't easy at first, but I got the hang of it after a few tries. And then, I simply reminded myself to do this before I fell asleep each night until they just went away altogether," he said.

I just shook my head. "I never thought to do that," I whispered out, not meaning to actually say it out loud. "Neither did I. My mom was the one who told me I had to confront my fears head on," he chuckled out.

"The thing is Indie, once you stop the nightmares, you can change the ending of your nightmare; turn what is terrible into something beautiful. You might have to wake up to create a new ending, but you will sleep better when you rewrite your dream," he said while placing our bowls in the sink.

I didn't even think about my next choice because it felt right. I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged him tightly, staining his pajama shirt with my tears. "Thank you so much, Gio," I muttered. He pet my head and let me continue to quietly cry.

"You know, you've brought a lot of happiness to my kids in the little time you have been here. Cora and I already love you like our own. And I can promise you that everyone else feels the same way. Lets not forget my son, who seems to have fallen for you rather quickly," he stated, which pulled me out of my sob fest, heat rising to my cheeks at his comment.

"Remember to give yourself credit for that. You are a good girl, Indie. I think it's time you deserve a real family. And we have plenty of room in ours," he said with a warm smile.

Queue the water works.

A U T H O R S • N O T E

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Embark on this journey with Indigo Carter, a damaged girl who finds love while battling an oppressive past that comes with a lot of self-hate. Will she learn to accept herself and allow others in? Or will she welcome what she believes to be her fate and let the darkness consume her?



⚠ W A R N I N G ⚠
This book contains graphic violence, bad language, sexual and physical abuse.

Ten more deaths had passed.

 I hadn't managed to get past the ghosts yet. I had killed fourteen of them, however.

 Today, four key things were happening.

 The first thing was Slaughter earned its first Slaughter alternate Bane today, and Bane to the Undead stamped itself into my Sword. +2 to Enhancement, +2-12 damage… so, like adding a greatsword along every sweep of my blade, punching harder, deeper.

 "You really do sleep too long once they kill you."

 The vibrato voice was equal parts amused, concerned, dismissive, and curious.

 Tremble's Item Familiar powers had reached the point where he could speak. Long ways to go. That also meant that his Detect Bane power was up and working.

 "Good nightmare to you, too," I replied. With my continued refining, he was looking less and less like half a pair of scissors and more like a real sword. But I always had something to do, every day.

 I crossed my legs and laid him down on top of my Vajra as he entered Firephase, and I began to work my Vajra through his solid-fire form. He rippled as my nails passed over and past him, and he tittered. 

"I had no idea you were ticklish," I commented.

 "Oh, you are like the best masseuse ever," he acknowledged without missing a beat, as I worked at moving around the fiery substance that had replaced his steel, refining the flow of power and crystalline structure while he was in this more mutable form.

 "Flattery gets you a higher QL," I answered calmly.

 "One can only dream," he shot back in total deadpan. I smiled. He was a snarker. "Are you finally going to make it through those ghosts today?" he sighed softly.

 I also sighed softly. "Yes."

 Third item, I ticked over Winds Mastery/2, my Ki rose to 23, and my Diamond Vajra to 45.

 Fourth item derived from third, I ticked over Diamond Vajra Resistance/1. Negative Energy.

 "22 points of Negative Energy Resistance online," I informed him blithely.

 "I am not sure how effective that is, but it sounds impressive," he admitted after a moment.

 "An average shadow does 1-6, a spectre 2-12, and a ghost 10-60."

 "Wow, that is a huge damage jump!" 

 "Shadows also do damage to your Strength, and wraiths and spectres drain Levels. Different manifestation of the energy, pure Negative Energy Resistance doesn't stop it. But I'm almost immune to that with my Null now, so it's not a concern of mine."

 "So instead of taking 35ish damage a hit, you'll be taking 13? That will be much, much better!" Tremble worked out, the flames making his hum sound like a rushing crackle.

 "Yes, and I should be taking no damage from the earlier waves whatsoever, so I'll be meeting them in top condition. Additionally, my Damage Reduction is ki-based, so it resonates with my Vajra. Since this negative energy is an actual attack, my Crystal Dragon Way of Iron will stack right on top of it. Only four points, but 26 points of negative touch resistance is nothing to sneeze at. If they only graze me, I won't feel a thing, and if they stick an entire arm through me, that'll hurt, but not as much as before," I agreed.

 "Tremble, she comes…" hummed my Sword, vibrating just above my knees with palpable eagerness.

 "We're going to need a stanza for ghosts here soon."

 "In Necrus!" Tremble replied cheerfully.

 "Can't terrorize the undead without it." Undead were nominally immune to fear, unless you jumped through some hoops. A mnecromonic Weapon that recorded everything that died to it and was Bane to them did the job nicely. Only had to overcome the -20 penalty to affect something normally immune to fear. Blaring at them in Necrus while they felt the liberation of so many of their kind en vivus was enough to shake even the brainless undead.

 My Intimidation modifier was maybe +15 or so right now, with Tremble in hand, so not likely to do anything to them. I was fighting crap way above my Level, after all.

 "Foul in life, fouler in death, chains a-rattling with every still breath," he began experimentally.

 "That doesn't actually rhyme in Necrus…"

 "Oh. I need to learn more languages…"

 "No reason you can't have a version for all the human listeners to admire," I reasoned, as I continued at my task.

 "Oh, true, true!" he agreed happily. "Damned ghosts, a score of spirits groaning, vivus to the face, their cursed fates bemoaning…"

 "Their deaths, their doom, it came at last, end of the endless, all too fast…"

 "Free of pain, unlife burning, free in horror, undeath churning…"

 "TREMBLE, SHE COMES!" we belted out together.

 "Gotta get the notes right," I observed.

 "Right, right. But I can't hit the right notes while in fire mode," he crackled.

 "True. I guess we'll just have to practice while on the job."

 "So, how does that sound in Necrus?" he asked curiously.

 I opened my mouth and began to croak a truly disastrous litany with a melody that sent chills up my own spine at the sheer inhumanity of it. Tremble listened with professional interest.

 "Wow, that sounded like a hellhole gave birth to a constipated toad," he informed me after I finished.

 "Ghastly?" I noted acerbically. 

 "Argh! I hath been punned!"

 "Word structure in Necrus is pretty fucked up in regards to Human, but taking liberties with it is one of the ways you really upset the undead, who aren't big on change."

 "We're going to make a twenty-tongue masterpiece stanza someday, just to show them all how not to fuck with us!" he promised dramatically.

 I laughed lightly. "Yes, we are. Once we get out of here. What kind of accompaniment?"

 "Weird flutes for humans listening. For undead, hmm…"

 "Water glasses?"

 "Ohhhh…" he seemed to like that. "With silver jingle bells. Ostentatiously cheerful stuff."

 "Something spritely. Just combining that with Necrus will crack them."

 We chortled together as we brainstormed a melody for the new stanza upcoming. Of course, had to add in dolorous iron bells for the Human version…

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 My fist came down, and solidly thumped onto the ghost reaver, driving him into the floor as my Null stopped him from phasing through it. He had no effective weight, and next to no effective strength against physical force that could actually lean on him.

 I smashed this guy and his pirate's attire into the wooden floor, splaying his ectoplasmic face across the oversized grains. His other hand was held in my hand, Null and Vajra keeping it from touching my flesh, spirit on spirit.

 "Pipe down, fuckhead. You've killed me six times, this is just the start of me getting some payback."

 My foot drove down onto his face as I pulled his arm back out behind him. With his skull distorted like pudding, it was kind of hard for him to think properly.

 I brought his incorporeal hand across my skin very deliberately. If he was moaning and wailing and writhing under my heel as I bent his arm past what was physically possible, well, he was an ectoplasmic spirit, so it didn't really mean anything.

 Next to his bulging eyeball, Tremble played a discordant tune in water glass and jingle bells, crooning softly in Necrus. We so had to work the pirate angle into that stanza…

 There was a hiss as the skin necrotized, and my Diamond Vajra rose to fight back, pushing back against the necrotic aging of his touch.

 Again. Again. Again. Again, and again. Alternating long and short bands of whiteness burned across the bronze of my skin, hissing softly, and making the distance between soul and reality paper-thin. Blood began to flow as my Vajra-nails scribed Runes into the very cells of my skin, and my first set of Tats began to light up.

 I switched hands to repeat the process on my other forearm. Twin sets of seven lines hissed and bled on my forearms.

 "Congratulations!" I told the ghost reaver in Necrus. "You just became a power comp!"

 I snatched up Tremble and drove it down through his nexus as he wailed away. He shrieked as vivic flame exploded across him, and then I ripped his disintegrating form off the floor and drove my arms into him.

 A hole punched through my forearms as I opened the arms chakra right into my new Tats. The world's fattest blisters were lanced with cold and hot fire, the pain a lash across mind, body, and soul that sent my knees slamming to the floor as I lost control of them. I just rolled my eyes up and let them burn as my soul squeezed out through the gap, widened it, and my Vajra swirled with two points of power on my arms.

 "That looks like it really hurts," Tremble noted from where he was stuck in the floor next to me.

 "Two minutes…" I managed to hiss, as my arms trembled from the pressure of my soul squeezing out of them. 

 The first long and short lines lit up on both arms slowly, vivic flames burning over them as they ate the essence of the ghost reaver and the blood-runes were buried under the white scars.

 Philosopher's Might. +2 to IUS damage and all strength checks per Invested Essence. Twice as effective as Soul and Fist… but they also stacked, and Chakra points were harder to Invest in then Feats were.

 The majority of my Soak was gone, and my Health was actually in single digits before I popped the Vigors and let my Healing Soul go to it. Excess healing splashed over to my Soak as the withering on my flesh and internal organs from the  attacks of the ghosts washed away in the power of pure spiritual energy accurately applied. 12 points four times a day wasn't a lot, but it basically gave me all my Health back, and another 48 Soak back was definitely a much-needed cushion.

 Tremble was mumbling something about misty plumed tricorns and spectral sabers as he worked out an extra stanza. I could feel steam rising from my skin as accelerated healing had its way, and my body was forcibly restored towards it most optimal state based on my Kirillian Aura.

 I reached out for Tremble as I slowly got back to my feet. He hummed in readiness, Undead Bane and Vivic burning gold, black, and unwhite with soul power.

 My hands flexed, and I could feel the power of my Vajra moving over them as the new Tats hummed, granting me a new strength and power I had been long missing, almost an exo-shell of magic humming and solidifying at contact points. The Essence of my Soul energized the Runes, just like Tremble, and brought the magic into my hands and arms and body.

 And my Sword was an extension of my hand. 

 The combination of Philosopher's Might and Bane meant I could now reasonably two-hit an average ghost. What was coming next might be even tougher, but that was fine. More Karma and more testing was always good for me.

 The dark didn't let up. More shadows gathered, and this time they seemed to be burning.

 My lip curled up. Oh, oh, you sweet Curse, you…

 The witchfires, the souls of undead Hags, began to condense out of motes of the ghastly moonlight, gathering the puke yellow-green flames about themselves, actually manifesting as the attractive women they might have been if not for the Curse, letting them know the beauty that might have been theirs and so further torturing them.

 Melee Fire Resistance was at 26. I was not afraid of a Witchfire. Sure, they had a ranged attack, but my Null would take care of that. They had no choice but to attack me, and when they did, I would kill them. I might take some damage, but that was fine. I couldn't stop smiling as Tremble began to belt out our song and really unnerve them as the sixteen of them took flight, focusing on me, and let their burning rays of witchfire fly.

 None of them got within five feet of me before directly fading away, Nulled and gone.

 Volley two, three, four went past. None of them touched me, and I mocked them in Aklo, Necrus, and Jotun. Their spells came in, and none of them touched me, either.

 They brought up the will o' wisp Summons, and suddenly I had twenty little balls of I-can-be-invisible lightning to deal with.

 Unfortunately for them, the only restriction on Vajra Resistance was level of Vajra. Naturally, to qualify for a Diamond Vajra, I had to meet the limitations for Vajra Resistance/5. Fire, acid, lightning, cold, and sonic, yep!

 So, their little lightning attacks as they converged on me at the direction of their mistresses did absolutely squat. 26 points wasn't a lot for dealing with magic, but it was more than enough to handle minor effects like this.

 And while they were shocking me wildly with all the bolts of lightning, like ersatz Christmas lights and spark globes from Hell, I reaped them all in under twelve seconds. They weren't that tough, and while they might be tough for someone else to hit, going all in on just trying to hit the dancing, dodging little bastards meant Tremble shrieked through them all in magnificently short order.

 They were Summons, they couldn't run, they could only shock me ineffectually and die in swathes and arcs of sword work as fast as I could move my arms. Whirlwind Attack and Cleaving AoO's basically did for the lot of them, killing them as fast as they could converge on me.

 I let the last of the sparking bastards burn away, noting to Tremble that we needed to add Aberrants to Slaughter, and he agreed softly as I stared at the witchfires above me. They sent a few more bolts of puke-fire at me, and I ignored them like burning butterflies.

 "If you want to kill me, Aunties, you're going to have to get your nails dirty," I grinned at them fiercely.

 They all had 10 HD, but higher Charisma then ghosts, so tougher. Three hit territory.

 One of them couldn't take it, and dove down, her delicate hands spread wide to burn me with those unclean flames.

 She died in some astonishment, impaled on Tremble and her Nexus shattering in an explosion of hungry unwhiteness.

 "Oh, wasn't she the impressive one. Must have been a fluke. Come on down and have some tea, Aunties!"

 Two tried it. One's burning fingers cut across my chest, raising welts, before both died.

 The rest realized that they would have to group up to attack me, like the constructs at the beginning had started to do now that I could basically dispose of the single ones, and the remaining thirteen came at me in a horde.

 Of course, I didn't want to take all their attacks at once, and moved to make sure they could not instantly encircle me. Whirlwind, Riposte, Sword Beats Fist, Hold The Line, second Whirlwind, and they began to die in swathes, Cleaves, AoO's, and wrathflames shearing through their balefires and delivering mine Aunties unto uncineration vivic as they wailed harmoniously, decent singing voices now that they were undead. The multi-hued, clashing flames died down in less than thirty seconds once they charged, and it was all over.

 Of course, I was now burned all over, not wearing much clothing, and gasping, knowing I wasn't going to make it through the next batch… but also pretty damn happy, as this was the first time I'd made it through one of the Spawns immediately upon experiencing it.

 Of course, the banshees coming up didn't much appreciate that.

 14 to 18 HD. Charisma at least 26. Death scream that could punch my Null, and at least 14d6 touch attack of negative energy.

 I had to laugh. Damn. Well, let's see if I could take down one of them before I bought it…

Note: As of 5/15/2020, this novel has moved to Royal Road (chapter 534).
 
Some time ago, a great and powerful Archmage tried to save the planet of Terra from impeding disaster by inventing a VR game to train the gamers who survived the apocalypse to defend humanity.

That game was the Power of Ten.

This is not that story.

This is the story of what happens when your patron gods realize you've invented a system to imprint ass-kicking VR characters onto souls, and decide to take advantage of some of those character templates!

Book One:
Join Sama and her allies as she first has to endure what it means to be a hagchild, and then on her road to Ten!
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Book Two: Space, the final frontier. In the grim darkness of the far future of a galaxy far, far away, there came a hagchild...
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