"Talking"

"Different Language. It doesn't matter which one."

Thoughts

[Gaming shit]

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Or even The Gamer. Slight crossover, by the way.

Six year old Harry Potter was just enjoying his evening, when suddenly he was hit by a belt buckle! Dammit, he forgot that he was still being whipped by his Uncle Vernon for fucking up dinner. Dammit, his day just got bad again. But wait! There's more! He was so damn good at cooking that this never happened. His uncle purposely mixed up his spice drawer and fucked with the labels so that he could have a whipping session with poor old Harry.

Damn, his uncle was mean. Oh well, it's not like he cared anymore. After all, he had an entirely different life than them. On many online games, he was a well known and well respected figure. Not that that mattered either, but it was still fun. You see, Harry Potter had nothing to do with reality whatsoever, because of his uncle. If he did better than his uncle's whale of a son, Dudley, he would be punished. If he did anything other than cooking and cleaning, he would be punished. There was absolutely no way of getting a job like this, and there was absolutely no way of gaining any income to survive on his own in the future. So, he relied on video games to take him out of his shitty hell called life and take him into a fantasy world of nothing but fun.

So, after his uncle whipped the hell out of him, he was sent to his "room" (AKA the Cupboard Under The Stairs) with the kind words "IF YOU LEAVE THE CUPBOARD ANYTIME BEFORE MORNING, I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Of course, his Aunt Petunia covered poor six-year-old Dudley's ears so he didn't have to hear the terrible swearing and cussing. Oh, and the loud voice. And so, Harry went on his way to go to his little cubby.

At midnight, Harry left his cupboard, technically not breaking any rules. However, he was still very quiet so that he didn't wake any of his 'family' up. He slowly crept up the stairs and into the room that was labeled "Dudley's Storage". This was where it all began.

Dudley was the definition of a spoiled child. Anything he wanted, he would get. He got the latest technology and games, and whenever he got a new computer, he'd dump the old one in his storage, never to be seen again. The same thing happened with his computer games. So, two years ago, when Harry was four, he snuck into the storage room and cleared out a small space in the back, mapping a path through the piles of junk to be able to get there easily and noiselessly. For nine days, he mapped the path, cleared the area, and set up the computer on the table in the back. He soundproofed the door easily by using a pile of pillows and blankets in the corner to cover the door area. This also had a nice side effect of not letting the light from the computer screen shine out of the room at all. After everything was set up, he picked up his first game and inserted it into the computer. It was something called a "mimorpig". Why would someone spell out an inpronouncable word like MMORPG? Idiots.

The MMORPG, as he learned was an acronym for Mass Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game, was one of magic and medieval times, with dragons, knights, and mages. He himself was a battle mage, with a staff and high magic power, with mid level strength and agility. A lot of people said that it was a bad idea to go for more than one type of character, which was called an all-arounder, because while you would have balanced stats, they would all be weak, whereas if you go for a single type of player, you would have extremely high stats of the character that you are, such as a mage with high magic power, or a berzerker with high strength stats.

Harry understood a lot about how the game worked, and as such prepared himself for great distance and acceptable close combat abilities to stay alive. Now, after two years of playing the game, he was ranked one of the best players in the world.

Harry snuck to his computer and turned it on, putting the game in and loading his character. A disadvantage about playing in the night was the fact that everyone he played with spoke a different language than he did, because it wasn't night where they were and they were still allowed to be awake and play it. So, in his free time during the day, he learned different languages, such as Japanese, Mandarin, and Hindi. Now, he had plenty of friends that he could communicate with quickly and have fun with them all night.

"Hey guys, I'm back on again!" Harry said, talking to his friends currently in the guild at the time. He heard a chorus of 'hello's and one 'fuck you'. That guy was new and didn't know Harry very well. And he was American. He had coffee all the time and was really cranky.

"Hey Jasper, you want to grind today?" Harry's friend asked. Harry replied with a quick 'yes'. It should be important to point out that Harry didn't want to use his real name, so he just chose one of the random ones, and he got Jasper Velasquez. He didn't know if there was a person out there with that name, but he didn't care.

Harry's friend, Toby, and he went grinding for some EXP that night, raising their strength level. Toby was in the same boat as Harry, just not as strong. While Toby had high magic power, his strength and agility were weak as fuck, so they went out to grind it up. Harry got seven strength points and two agility points, while Toby got four strength and five agility. That took up most of the night, so Harry got off and went to sleep for a bit.

Next morning, Harry woke up at seven a.m. in a daze. Why, oh why, did he stay up so late grinding with good ole' Toby? Wait a second, is that a box in front of him?

Indeed, there was a blue, floating box. Ooh, it had words on it.

[You slept in your own bed. HP & MP 100% restored]

Okay, what in the actual fuck.