This is a video game fanfiction about Harry Potter. The fanfiction includes time travel, myriad pairings via Sim like mechanics, and Harry Potter seeking to understand the strange mechanics behind the video game world he is in.

It is (obviously) not fully canon compliant. The main point of divergence, other than the video game system, is the difficulty levels which involve various original characters.

The main influences on how the gaming systems will work are Deus Ex (similar skill systems will be used) the Sims (similar diplomacy powers will be used) DnD (it helps me roll a lot of my stuff) along with various general mechanics from fanfictions of the video game sort.

This, the flashback chapter, is about Dumbledore's life. Any reviews, positive or negative, are valued.

Five years ago.

18 June, 1996

Albus Dumbledore.

He stood in the long Ministry Atrium hall. It had been built in Enlightment times, long before the Ministry even existed. It looked fantastic- dark and hard ebony wood, imported from the east of Africa in Mozambique by the Dutch across the floor, the ceiling painted in Prussian blue with beautiful swirling and golden runes telling of wizards conquering the world and saving the primitive muggles from the various magical monsters and creatures, heavily inspired by the Greek and Roman artwork that had been seen as the pinnacle of art. It was founded on bloodshed, built with ebony slaves from Mozambique to ensure the power of the noble pureblood families. Now it was about be stained with noble blood instead.

He looked at the wizards facing him. Lucius Malfoy, the charismatic genius behind the power, Bellatrix Lestrange, the almighty warrior, Antonin Dolohov, the brutal duelist. A host of others of lesser power- Rabastan, Augustus, Walder, Crabbe, Avery, Jugson, Nott, Mulciber. They stood, wands at the ready, faces tight and filled with anger, wearing their Death Eater masks and robes- though their masks were no barrier to his sight. He knew each well by their mannerisms from extensive experience. He stood alone, facing the half circle of death eaters.

Lucius strolled forward, ahead of the group. 'Albus, I didn't expect to see you here.' He bowed, every gracious and proper. 'But we have a goal and you are in our way. We outnumber you eleven to one, and soon our lord will be here. We should fight another day.'

Dumbledore could see the nervousness and fear in them. In the past they could likely have slain him- Antonin, Bellatrix and Lucius together could match him in a duel, and with him pinned down by the three a killing curse could bypass any defence he had. Still, a number of them would likely be slain before he lost. Things had changed since then. He spoke to the group.

'Let me give you a counter offer- surrender now-' He swiped his wand down and non verbally summoned a lash of angelowater which whipped around his feet and body, a swirling vortex of magical power. '-or die to my wand.' He saw a flashing sign appear in the air. Intimidate roll: 4. Failure. He sighed. Sometimes the dice went against you, and he had done little to optimize his intimidate skill. The death eaters did look notably shaken but the strength of their group held them firm. He would have better success with the order backing him but he was very tired of seeing them die.

Lucius calmly laughed, and then drew his stick-wand up. 'I am very sorry we couldn't come to an agreement. Time for you todie.' The other ten drew up their wands. Dumbledore stood there, hands empty, staring at them, waiting for them to make the first move.

Then, after they glanced at each other, confirming their actions, they all fired curses. A rainbow of color shot at him, deadly curses and jinxes that would tear his skin, rend his spirit, poison him. Dumbledore used his magic and activated his prepared trap- a torrent of transfigured living stone erupted from the ground, slamming around him, resisting their spells. He summoned Fawkes to his side after that, and used him to teleport, bypassing the anti apparition wards of the ministry. A moment later he appeared behind Mulciber, his arms around the man's neck. An expert in mental magic and mind control. Not a skilled duelist. With a powerful snap of his arms and a bright flash of Unarmed Ability: Bonecrusher he broke the man's neck.

A spell smashed into his back, a chopping curse. Blood gushed out of his back as the spell ripped him open. His health bar, floating above his head, was cut in half along with him. Then the charm on his body activated, along with his trollish alchemical enhancements. The curse wound, too strong with magic to be quickly healed, split, smaller and weaker versions of the spell spreading out all over his arms and legs and face. He looked and saw that Walder had hurled the spell at him and was sending another.

Dumbledore slashed his wand to the side, prepared a technique summoning up a vivid red shield of light, looking past the flashing lights in the air- Kinetic Protego (Merlin) to block the purple lash that Walder shot at him, sending it rebounding back at the death eater. A moment later he flicked his wand and sent a Divinis Artemis (Monster) to smash Walders's purple shield and spear out his dark heart. The silver bolt smashed through the shield like it wasn't there, smashing through the death eater. The death eater collapsed to the floor, his bloody insides spread out behind him like devil's wings, his health at -31.

One of the Lestrange pair swore at Dumbledore and sent two curses his way. He could see the curses as they flew on wings of black magic, Blood Boiling Curse (Half-blood), twisting and spiralling red helixes. He couldn't dodge both in time, so, he paused time.

He had for a very long time been trapped in a time loop. He would go through his years in Hogwarts, seeing these strange floating symbols that spoke of what was in the world, and at the seventh year time would loop again. He would go to the waypoint, be healed up, and sent back in the past. This was the 168th loop. He had, in that time, made some improvements. The ability to pause time was one of them He couldn't move much, he couldn't interact with anything not time locked, but he could use items.

He pulled his cloak open. Inside the thick grey cloak he had potions vial containing a Foot Lightning Potion (Merlin). It had originally been made for a France man, Hugo Schmitz, to help them dance and impress the ladies, though eventually the wizard who had made it had burnt out from the inside from too much use at the middle of a royal gala. He chugged it down, wincing at the bitter taste. After that he chugged down a Bloodloss potion (Merlin) to restore his lost health. He had learnt a lot from magical creatures. He'd found a way to partially copy Troll's insane durability by dividing curse wounds across his entire body . It kept him standing, but he'd still lost a lot of blood He waited for it to take effect while he looked around at the situation.

As had happened many times before the death eaters sought the prophesies and he sought to deny them. Bellatrix had summoned a massive wreathe of fiendfyre which was slowly going to surround her companions, blocking any more teleportation attacks and denying his sight. Lucifer was already preparing a powerful curse that would likely blast through his shield. The others were hurling smoke and environmental affects that would attack him if he teleported to the wrong place, cling to him if invisible. He noted their locations. His feet started to tap. He was faster.

He unpaused time and leapt to the side out of the way of the curse while flicking the cloak of invisibility over his body, hiding him from the site of that angry pair. He heard a thud as the ground behind him was twisted and cursed by the magic.

The Lestrange siblings started sending a barrage of curses at him, firing blindly at his invisible form, zoning in on him whenever his wand glowed under the invisible cloak, guided by the smoke in the air that sought to cling to his form despite his invisibility. Green and purple lights flashed by his sides, his skin boiled and blistered as the acidic smoke forced its way through the cloak.

He retreated under the fire and ducked behind a white pillar, pressing his back to it and ignoring the booms of marble tearing off the pillar. A label flashed up in front of him. Full Cover. Good. That meant a sixty percent miss chance, even higher with his agility. The strange mechanics of this time loop didn't even require him to move. He could simply stand still and his agility would make spells miss and avoid him- as they did, flashes of light and magic smashing near his exposed legs and arms. He didn't have long though, Bellatrix's fiendfyre could destroy the marble with ease.

He flicked his wand at the ground. From it a pillar arose made of stone, ripped out of the floor. Stone Golem (Master) HP- 30/30. He pushed his magic into it and felt its nature, the veins of different stones, the feelings the stone had from a hundred walking across it. He pressed to the stone soul of the creature and asked it for its aid in defending this sacred hall. It agreed, its simple mind pleased for a chance to fight enemies of the state, and surrendered control to him. He then cast his power around it, and out of the pillar stepped a tall, powerful human shaped stone creature, body creaking with each twist.

He then cast the Gemino charm on the Golem and it started to duplicate. It hadn't agreed to that, but he had control now so it didn't matter. With the Elder Wand he could maintain around sixty of them. They served their purpose well enough. They could be slain easily enough by a skilled wizard but unless they could destroy more than thirty in a second they would keep fighting. A cheap golem rush could delay most foes.

The golems started sprinting towards the Death Eaters, biting and slashing at them with teeth and claws of stone. He saw an indicator in the top right very quickly tick up to Force limit 60 along with a map of the room that displayed all his enemies and allies. Another of his inventions that he'd managed to tie into the time loop- he could very quickly see any part of a battlefield, zoom in on any section and organize those he controlled. He saw half a dozen Golems them explode from a sea of yellow arrows of light that Lucius had fired. A moment later six more attacked Lucius, trying to bash down his shield and racking their claws and faces against his shield. He started giving the golems orders and commands to try and isolate Lucius from the rest.

His danger sense pinged, a giant red arrow warning him of danger. He twisted quickly, dismissing the map and getting his wand ready and saw a death eater, Dolohov according to the indicator above his head, flying with a spelled robe, a trail of black smoke behind him and a blue shield emanating from his wand. Dumbledore flicked a curse off at him. Dolohov took the curse straight on, but his shield took most of the blast, leaving Dolohov with little more than cracked skin. Dumbledore couldn't get another curse off in time- to physical combat then.

This time loop spell let you invest the power of those you defeated into skills. Before this loop he had never fought a person through the simple power of his fists. He had never needed to, relying on the (immense) strength of his magic to win as gentlemen were supposed to. Now was different though. There were limits to how much of this power he could gain- you gained a bit of power each time you slew a person, but if you slew them again in another loop you gained no fresh power. You could very very slowly train a skill up when you ran out of delicious souls. He had a long time to get stronger.

He yanked Dolohov out of the air and slammed him against the pillar. Unarmed Combat (Half-Blood) +1 point flashed up. Dolohov's health didn't go down though, indicating some protective charm that allowed him to resist physical trauma. Dolohov responded a moment later by slashing his wand at Dumbledore and sending a long thin green line of force at him.

It bit in deep, leaving a bloody gash of blood on his chest. He'd likely be dead were it not for the cloak's charms which had dulled its force- his health was red at a quarter. He resolved to end the battle before the man used a stronger curse that could end this loop early. He paused time.

Magical creatures were powerful. They had unusual and potent magical abilities that spells couldn't replicate. Their bodies were often used in potions to make especially potent magics. With transfiguration you could become one. He pointed his wand at his head and cast a transfiguration spell, changing his head to that of a dragon. He unpaused.

He opened his mouth from his mouth shot red and yellow fire that poured out over the man. Dolohov managed to cast a Flame Freezing Charm (Wizard) stunningly fast but the sheer potency of the fire left his face covered in boils and burns. Dolohov flew away while roaring in pain, his hitpoints at half. Dumbledore summoned a rope that lunged out to grab Dolohov's feet and slam him down. The rope whipped up and down, smashing him against the floor again and again. Up, down, up down, till his spirit flowed into the resurrection stones, fueling it's power. He felt a rush of strength, the power of Dolohov's soul invigorating him along with 6000 experience points. He then paused and opened up his level up menu- he thought he would level up intimidate this time- perhaps on the next run he could reduce their numbers a little. He pushed the power in, listened to the 'level up' bleep and, checking the situation.

Most of the golems had been lashed to the ceiling or walls or floor by now, disabled. He had given those who were incapacitated orders to not replicate, but he was running out of golems. Lucius was in an isolated position though. He had backed away from the rest and was now hemmed in by their own smoke. Ready to pick off and slay. Bellatrix was advancing towards his position, a torrent of fiendfyre lunging forward. He got ready to create a fresh distraction near her and then attack Malfoy. His wrist then bleeped. His tracking jinx on Voldemort indicated he was about to arrive. No time for Lucius.

The ministry had powerful jinxes blocking any apparition, stronger ones preventing apparition into Floo fireplaces, but phoenix magic could go many places forbidden by wizard spells. He summoned Fawkes and wreathed himself in flames, Phoenix Teleporting (Master) into the Floo flames.

He appeared behind Voldemort as Voldemort stepped into the Ministry through the Floo flames. He moved first.

In his head he spoke a dark, guttural incantation in the dark tongue to summon fiendfyre. A gush of cursed fire rushed out of his wand, burning his hand with the heat. Voldemort screamed for a second as he became a pillar of screaming pain and died, his soul burnt out with the dark magic.

The death eaters stopped fighting, staring shocked at him. Dumbledore struck a powerful pose, the fire coiling around him. Some drama was necessary. He called out to them, amplifying his voice with a wandless spell.

'Your master is dead. Surrender now or-'

'Crucio' spoke a voice behind him, filling him with agony. Draco. The boy kicked Dumbledore's wand aside and stamped his foot onto Dumbledore's chest sending fresh bursts of agony through him. His golems all collapsed, no longer guided by him. As Dumbledore shock and spasmed with pain Draco ripped the invisibility cloak off Dumbledore. He took it, along with Dumbledore's wand.

'You shouldn't... be here.' Said Dumbledore, agony lancing through him. Draco had never been here before. He had seen this scene a hundred times and never seen Draco.

Draco grinned, and drew his shirt up, revealing a muscular and toned chest and a twisting, black tattoo of a dragon that writhed and twisted.

'This good enough for you?' He drew his shirt down again and knelt down to Dumbledore, pressing his wand to Dumbledore's throat and began searching through Dumbledore's clothes

'Where is it?' Asked Draco, kicking Dumbledore's side.

Dumbledore stared back with hatred at Draco, unable to move his muscles.

'The stone, where is it?'

Dumbledore managed to force himself to speak again. 'I'll die before I tell you.'

'That can be arranged.'

Bellatrix ran to their side, grabbing Voldemort's singed remains. She pulled him close and shot a look of hatred at Dumbledore.

'You killed him. You bastard.' she shouted at Dumbledore, fists clenched, her face crinkled with rage.

Malfoy shook his head and spoke.

'He's got the resurrection stone somewhere. If we can get Dumbledore to talk we can resurrect Voldemort. You can get your kinkies on with him.' Draco's words caused a sudden change in Bellatrix's body, making her relax and smile.

'I'll do it. I never really thought much of you but you really matured. Thank you Draco.'

Bellatrix drew her wand and jabbed it at Dumbledore

'Crucio'

Pain, far more intense than what Malfoy had given him, smashed through every Occulmency barrier Dumbledore had. He screamed in pain.

He didn't hear the Imperio from Malfoy. He felt it though. Through gritted teeth he heard himself saying.

'The stone of resurrection is in my chest.' Malfoy drew his shirt off again revealing that mark of one of the seven, those terrifying beings that made his travels through time unpredictable and dangerous while seeking to take his hollows for their own. A shadow twisted out from Draco's chest and formed into the form of Ariana, the sister Dumbledore had murdered.

'I hate you.' said the shadow sister. His sister stabbed her hand into his chest, ripping a bloody hole of bones and organs from his flesh. Dumbledore curled into a ball away from the punch. More and more shadows launched out of Draco's chest, shouting out their hate of Dumbledore, ripping into his body, towards that place where he had wrapped the resurrection stone in dynamite. Just before the explosion began he resolved to kill him. He would kill Draco. Then there was a flash of light and then he felt nothing.

-The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living. Marcus Tullius Cicero

The death screen flashed before his eyes. He was on the floor of the way station, bloody and barely together and above him various messages flashed saying how well he had done. He didn't care to look. He closed his burnt eyes.

The game's over and finished good try Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore

Stats. Str. 12. Dex. 9. Cont. 15. Wis 4. Int 22 Char 16.

You have gained 3 new abilities, 4 skill levels, 3 potions and 3 new spells. Click to see full power list.

Want to know how well you did at life? Here's the point tally.

Level o' monster. 1500 points. Five years live. 65 points. Powers endless. 169 points. Multi-monsters -200 points. Lucretia's kill: -91 points. Died as a virgin. -114 points. No kisses for me. -16.

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Helpful tips- sustained happiness comes from appreciating what you already have and your relationships, not from outside and beyond as power does lie.

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