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The Hunger

I do not own Harry Potter or Tokyo Ghoul

Hey this is Ultimatedaywriter this is my first dip in the world of both harry potter and Tokyo ghoul. So, starters I'm making basically a 7 day to die and the gamer hybrid out of this. I don't own those franchises either. If you have any suggestions leave them in the reviews or PM me. Now on to the story.

Bam, the sound of a massive belt hitting tender flesh resounded through the house. Bam, a ten-year old's head hit the door of his cupboard. Finally, bam, went a young Harry Potter's body against the bed of his cupboard.

"That will teach you to use your freakishness to cheat off my son." Vernon slammed the door to the little cupboard and sauntered off. He thought nothing of the blood on his belt as he fumblingly looped it through his pants. Nor did he look at the blood that covered the door to his nephew's room. He felt quite out of breath from the beating he gave and thought a nice slice of devil's cake would hit the spot.

In the cupboard, Harry wasn't doing so well. The world was fuzzing out of his vision. His only thought as the world went dark was, "what had I done wrong." Followed by, "if only I had the power to kill my fat bastard of an uncle."

As the world disappeared from his view his magic went to work. Magic wasn't what wizards thought it was. It was somewhat sentient and reacted based upon it's host's wishes. But when the need arose it could act on its own.

Like now using what little energy it had saved it flung Harry's soul deep into the murky depths of alternate reality. Until soul Harry arrived at a suitable place.

When he opened his eyes, Harry felt a distinct chill. Opening his eyes to look he saw trees everywhere. Harry Potter was no longer in Little Winging.

Now Harry was a smart boy. He never cheated on any tests, not with his teachers watching him like a hawk. No, he studied and worked hard for his grades. What else could he do purposefully fail.

He looked at his wrist where once was a nasty gash from his last attempt at purposefully failing now a watch covered it. The face of the watch held a TV unlike anything he had ever seen. A series of words appeared on it. "Hello, and welcome to undead survival training world alfa. We hope you enjoy your stay here. To begin your training, you will need cloths. Touch the inventory icon." Harry read and reread the words. There was a small chest with Inv written over it. He touched it. A new screen opened in a holographic display.

"Congratulations boy or girl you have touched me and in doing so I have truly fused and began integrating with your body. With my integration, new options are available. But first touch the picture of the stone axe and touch the word equip." Harry felt weirded out by the words but touched it anyway.

Out of nowhere shoddy looking stone axe appeared in his hand. "Now if you have reached this point you are probably freezing." Harry hadn't really noticed it but his body was becoming wracked with shivers. Looking down he noticed why he was bare naked. He blinked then blinked again. How could he have not noticed sooner?

Use your new axe to destroy nearby bushes and collect plant fibers. Once 35 is collected you may craft clothing for the first time. The cold spurred Harry on. His twig like arms swung quickly and before he knew it 20 bushes were gone. He looked at his supply of plant fibers. 200 each bush seemed to give him ten fibers.

The sound of confetti sounded way too loud to his ears. "Congratulations insert name." Harry gave his names. "Congratulations Harry Pottery you now can make clothing go to the craft menu and click apparel. Warning 3 minutes before you freeze to death moving quickly is heavily advised.

Harry scrambled to the menu that had a hammer on it. It brought up the picture of a house, knife, gun, wand, fork, and a shirt. Harry clicked on the shirt. There was a huge assortment of what he could get to wear but he chose long sleeve shirt, vest, hood, pants, gloves, and boots. The items took ten seconds each to make it hell waiting for them. It reminded him of earlier today when he aced the math test.

He quickly threw on the clothes and pulled his hood over his head. His ears were once again assaulted by loud confetti. "You are clothed and will no longer freeze. How amazing are you. Now is the time for the fun part stats. I will explain. We of the Herald company believe in making a better you. So, your stats will always be unique. Now click on the face to see your stats and place your 15 points so you aren't stuck with 0 stats like a loser.

Harry Potter

lv 1

HP 70

MP 90

SP 70

Str 0

Dex -5

Agl 5

Int 9

Wis 2

Luc 0

There was no description of what the stats did but he could guess at a few. HP was health, MP was magic, and SP was stamina. When he tried to put a point into them they increased by ten. Useful but not overly. He would prefer not to be hit at all if he could help it, he had no magic, and nothing was chasing him at him moment.

He had never really felt lucky. Even now free of the Dursley's he felt like it was all a dream and he could wake up at any moment. No, it wasn't best to rely on luck. Harry decided to improve the worst stats first. The -5 needed to be removed first. He placed five points in it and the world became much more clear. The bushes looked like more than indistinct green blurs now and even the rocks on the ground didn't look so grey.

His hand paused as he realized what he was about to do. If he placed the rest of his points into Dex then all he would gain was better sight. No there was a desire greater than that. Harry had never felt strong. It was always the strong that pushed him around and called all the shots. So, Harry wanted to be strong for once. He placed all ten points into Str.

In an instant his muscles bulged he felt like he could lift the boulder in corner of his eye. Then the feeling disappeared leaving him with the want for more. Another loud explosion of confetti deafened him. "You have placed your stat points now you have none left. The game is about to really begin but first due to your magic ability you must roll three twenty-sided dice." The dice appeared in his inventory. They were red, yellow and blue.

"The red dice is an attack class spell, the blue is defensive, and the yellow is support. When you roll the dice, you will be given a random spell depending on how high the number you get you could be looking at a truly impressive spell. These diced can only be used by you and will randomly be placed throughout the world good luck. Now roll them."

Harry equipped all three on his fast equip slots. He took the yellow one first. Looking around to see if anyone is looking he dropped the die on the twenty. It did nothing. "Herold tech would like to inform one Harper pots that a random horde of zombies will be spawned on top of him next time he attempts to cheat us." Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance and picked the die back up rolled it and tossed it.

A migraine went through his head as information flooded it. "You have landed on 1 you have received the spell water dropper. This spell uses 50MP to create one drop of water. The more a spell is used the higher it levels and the less cost and greater effect it will gain." Harry now knew how to waste 50MP to create a single drop of water. He felt more thrilled about using magic already.

He rolled the blue dice and prepared for another migraine. "You have landed on 11. Stone rank spell brick wall has been learned cost 50 MP creates a three-brick tall one brick wide wall of stone." That was a little better Harry thought. He outstretched his hand and used the knowledge he gained to use the spell.

Harry worsened his migraine but he succeeded. Three 1-meter squared bricks appeared stacked together in front of him. It was a miracle no better it was his will that created matter. He equipped his stone axe and chopped at the bricks. Before his eyes his inventory began to fill up with stone.

"You can play with your spells later roll the last die for god's sake." Harry closed the message and held the last die in his hand. It was crimson like blood. Harry had seen a lot of blood in his short ten years so he knew what he was talking about.

He threw the final die with hope shinning in his eyes. He needed power if he could have power then maybe he wouldn't be a freak anymore. Or maybe it would make him into more of a freak.

The die rolled. It teased him at fifteen, two, and nearly landed on one but he refused to accept failure. The die landed on a twenty and it was as if the world stopped.

No sound could be heard even the birds stopped their chirping. He looked at his watch no words were displayed. Then his ears rang with the loudest party noise he had ever heard.

"You have obtained the battle spell Divine Lightning Dragon Battling the Heavens. This spell when performed successfully at its weakest form and obliterate a mountain. You have gained the insane god level skills and spells needed to master the insane power you just obtained at level one. Divine breath – a breathing technique that will be ingrained into your skull. From now on this is the only way you know how to breathe. Dragon God Cultivation – You pull your element from the multiverse and make it apart of your body. This technique allows you to pull a ludicrous amount and refine it quickly. Prepare to have your mind blown with hidden knowledge. Lightning Dragon's flight – You are now proficient in the martial arts generated to allow you better control over your power. Behold the mind engravement. Lightning refinement – This is the skill that allows you to store lightning within yourself. The levels are human, fighter, super, ultimate, and god. You are below human for now. Downloading and update in progress." Harry was frozen as his mind exploded. One moment he was wearing cloths of vines and was rolling some dice. Then he was a dragon with scales stronger that steel, breath of lightning storms, and eyes that could see forever.

He existed as the incredible beast for a few moments then suddenly he was plummeting back to his body. "New update fully downloaded. All spell and skill dice must be rolled in sets of five to receive god level abilities you must roll every die a 20."

"Bullocks," Harry said. He took in a breath but it felt different. +1 HP, MP, and SP he took in another breath and receive the increase again. "Bloody hell," Harry muttered.

"New goal build or find a base. At night, undead are the most active. Beware if you die before night seven is over all abilities will be removed and you will never be able to return to this place." Harry couldn't let that happen. He thrust his hand out and the world went blue. Lightning flew from his hand and slammed into a tree. It cost him 100MP but with every breath his maximum MP increased. "You have alerted all zombies in 50 meters of your location running is advised." Harry started sprinting in a random direction.

"To make a wood frame you need to collect 10 wood. Wood can be gained by chopping down trees." Harry ignored the message. The sounds of low growls could be heard from the forest.

"Food I smell meat. Could there be a human left in all the world? Unpolluted with the foul taste of radiation." Harry ignored the voice and ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Even while running he breathed in his new way earning more points in the three bars.

He pulled out his stone axe and attacked the nearest tree when he thought he was safe. His arms stung as the stone axe met the tree. In his inventory 10 wood appeared in its own slot.

When a hiss sounded, Harry took off again. "Hint zombies often carry rare objects. When they are killed, and looted a player will attain much needed items such as, skill/spell dice, schematics, and food." Harry was reading the message instead of paying attention to his surroundings, his face hammered into a tree. -20 health.

Blood pooled from his nose and pooled down his shirt. "You smell of blood zombies know where you are." He struggled to his feet. Feeling his nose, it was broken. With a yank, he fixed it.

This was nothing new to Harry. His uncle Vernon and cousin Dudley made sure of that. Even his aunt Petunia hit him in the nose with a frying pan once or twice. He had really taken a lot of blows to the head in his life.

He turned his head and there a zombie stood. She was in a nurse uniform black blood oozed from her mouth her yellow eyes were glued to his face. "Little boy you're hurt come here I will help you." A blackened tongue wiped her lips.

"No, I think I'm ok. You can go away now." The zombie shrieked and power walked after him. It never did run even as he back peddled away. He thrust out his palm but now lightning came. He didn't have enough mana.

The zombie wasted no time, she lunged forward and clamped her mouth on Harry's shoulder. He yelled out in pain as he received another blow to his health reserves. At the top of his health bar he received a bleeding warning.

Stone axe still in hand he wielded it like a club and smashed it against her head. It wasn't enough she was ripping backwards. Another blow to her face, she tore out a chunk of his shoulder.

A second bleeding warning appeared over his health bar and he was losing five health per second. Using what little skill, he had due the Lightning dragon's flight he spun and delivered a blow to the zombie's neck. He didn't pause and made another twist to bury the stone axe in the zombie's head. She fell and screeched just as Harry slammed the blade into her head for a final time.

He clutched at his shoulder to slow the bleeding. An icon appeared before the zombie's body. "Search," it said. Well Harry felt like he bloody well deserved something for his troubles. He touched the search icon and he saw what her corpse had on it.

There was a first aid kit, two bandages, and some bagged blood. He quickly took out the first aid kit and put the rest in his inventory. Within the first aid kit was a single syringe.

Harry had always been shy about needles. Ever since Dudley started jabbing him with needles he shied away from them at all cost. But he would not purposefully fail.

He slammed the needle in the wound and injected it. Like magic the wound disappeared the bleeding debuff vanishing with it. The zombie corpse was still there. Sounds started to enter his ears. The sounds of footsteps getting ever closer. Placing his stone axe on his tool belt for safe keeping he madly a dashed through the trees.

Green eyes glanced over at his clock it was only 6am. He still had time before night fall. Even if he did have to build a house. Opening the house menu, he spotted on of the few things he could make. Wooden frames. Then he frowned why would he make a wooden house couldn't he just make bricks appear.

He stared at his MP gauge. He had 500MP and it went up by 1 with each breathe. Only it didn't fill up as fast as he breathed. His capacity was basically infinite depending on how often he took a breath. He recovered 2MP a minute. Wisdom was the stat that represented mana recovery, he needed more. "Due to your wise thought process wisdom, has increased by 1. As your helpful guide, I would like to inform you that you can craft cloths. After your clothes are crafted you can go the enchantment menu and give them a random affect. Such affects may include an increase in wisdom. Any enchantment created can be destroyed to make a recipe for the enchantment. Go forth Harry Potter and become the enchanter you were always meant to be."

Harry swapped over to the apparel menu. He made ten shirts with his abundance of plant fibers. As the shirts appeared in his inventory his apparel leveled up.

He moved over to the wand and clicked it. More menus opened and the clicked the one that looked like a table. "To enchant the clothes, he had to slide them in a special slot. It cost him five mana to turn a plant fiber shirt into an enchanted item.

Touching the enchant button made the item appear in a timed slot. After ten seconds the shirt appeared in his inventory with a +1%blunt defense.

Harry scrapped it and a new menu appeared it was called known enchantments. From that point, Harry put 10 shirts in the enchantment menu. He clicked enchant.

After a minute and forty seconds he finally got what he wanted a +3wis enchantment was equipped on a shirt. Now he could recover 360MP in an hour. Harry took a deep breath but quickly altered it to his new breathing technique.

He began to explore the magic menu when he came upon a menu labeled foci. On there was a wand labeled rubbish foci. On the description, it read. "A wand made of pine wood with a plant fiber core. Adds 5Wis and +10Int a normal wizard couldn't make sparks with this wand." Harry decided to make it anyway. Ten minutes later he was the owner of a brand-new wand. Holding it lodged a few splinters into his hand. But his mana gauge recovered much faster now.

The 10Int increased his mana supply by a hundred so it was pretty much worthless to him. Under the rubbish wand was the chicken wand. By using chicken feathers, he could make a wand that gave him 10Wis and 2Int.

Harry wanted it but he didn't need it. Instead he began doing what he knew he had to do. Build his house. First, he needed 100 wood frames. While they formed in his inventory he began building a wall around his soon to be home with his brick wall spell.

He stacked it two high for now. Basically, this made a 4m tall wall. When the frames were done, he took them to the middle of his half-finished wall and placed them.

Six hours and five caved in roofs later it was finished his no five story ten by ten house was complete. "Congratulations you have completed your first home. Survive past day seven and you get to keep your watch.

That night

Harry was sitting in a makeshift chair by his cook fire. A deer had literally spawned inside his wall not three hours ago, and now he was eating more meat than he had ever at the Dursleys. Life may have taken a turn for the better. Here he had magic food and his own nice warm fire.

The smoke from his fire flew up through a chimney. Harry had gotten creative with his construction and had even leveled up his architecture skill a few times. But no matter what he built he never gained any xp.

Taking a sip of some coffee he managed to scrounge up he let out a sigh. It couldn't get much better than this. "Heat can attract shrieker type undead." The message said.

Just as he read the message he ran to his front door and ripped it open. An ear-splitting shriek rang out through the night and the creatures were beating against his wall. He heard dogs yip and howl then another ear-splitting shriek.

Moving quickly, he brandished his wand. Repeatedly using his brick wall spell allowed him to fix damaged walls. So, chicken wand in hand he began to repair the damage. It was unfortunate that one of the zombies leapt over the wall.

This zombie walked on all fours and moved at a break neck speed. Harry thrust his wand and used lightning bolt on it. He should have aimed where it was going instead of where it was. The zombie managed to leap up and kicked off his chest.

His head hit the ground with a crack. Stunned was the status affect over his health bar now. For a few short moments, he looked up at the sky and saw the constellations and swirl of the milky way. The zombie leapt on his chest just as the debuff vanished.

This time he thrust his palm out and 300 mana went into a massive lightning bolt. The zombie twerked for a moment before the loot icon appeared. "You have gained enough xp to level up 5 skill points have been awarded. These points can also be used to increase stats. All random spells and skills learned will be slightly stronger."

Pushing the corpse off his body Harry stood up. His wall was still being destroyed and after a flash of light like that the zombies were bond to come in larger droves. But this time he was prepared. He thrust his hand at the scrap iron doors of his exit door.

Harry had been busy today he found tons of copper wire and ran it around his walls just for this. 400MP disappeared into the lightning Harry was charging. Bolts littered the sky as his body struggled to focus the lightning.

After a second he was ready. He thrust his hands out cupping his palms in the form of a creature's mouth. This was his Dragon's breath. The doors were destroyed by the shear amount of energy he released but the copper wire transmitted the energy well.

Zombies from all around died the lightning too much for their nervous systems. Heads exploded in some cases those closest to the wall. Harry was out of mana at that point. If another horde struck, he wouldn't make it. He crafted another door and replaced his scrap iron one.

He stepped out of the protection of his wall and collected his loot. Another message appeared. "You have leveled up *5 congratulations you have 30 skill points to spend." He put five points in luck, five points in strength and the last 20 in Wis. Due to a ring, he wore and the shirt he now gained 35 points of mana a minute.

Harry Potter

lv 6

HP 840

MP 860

SP 840

Str 15(17)

Dex 0(5)

Agl 5

Int 9

Wis 23(35)

Luc 5

Spells

Offense

Divine Lightning Dragons Accent to the Heavens – This spell is a massive multiple part ability. Divine breath, Lightning Dragon's Flight, and Heavenly Dragon's stance. When these three skills are combined, and mastered the ritual spell Divine Lightning Dragon's Accent to the Heavens is formed.

Defense

Brick wall – Form a formidable wall of brick.

Support

Water drop – waste mana to form a drop of water. Great for extinguishing candles.

Harry found tons of canned food, over forty dice, feathers, and crossbow schematics. He took care to organize his materials in multiple cabinets. Making sure his inventory was full of gravel he took out his stone axe to repair the wall. He read in his skill menu that if he leveled up architecture to 40 or higher he could make forged steel. Of course, he still needed 20 hide so he planned to go hunting tomorrow. His check list just kept getting longer.

Morning of day 2

Harry didn't get any sleep that night between the zombie attacks, the constant reconstruction of his wall, and his constant search for feathers for future cross bow bolts, he couldn't sleep due to his breathing technique. The only way he managed to get any rest was his heavenly dragon's stance. It was a meditation technique that allowed him to pull lightning essence into his body and strengthen himself. The stance also functioned to give his mind rest.

He was now level 15 he had 45skill points but he decided to save them for later. No now was not the time for wasting precious skill points. Harry decided that he would travel west today.

On that note he made ready for his departure. He ate the last of his deer stake and slipped on a new pair of leather boots. With his new stone shovel, he dug a small trench around his house and filled it with wooden pikes. His watch said it was 6 in the morning when he finished.

Shutting the gate behind him he took off in a dead sprint. He found a road and followed it on his way he slew two zombies who happened to carry tin cans on them. As he ran he saw broken and beat up cars leading to two story house.

With Albus Dumbledore. Things weren't going well at all. No sooner did he return to his office did he hear many bells and whistles going off. Fawkes his phoenix slammed into his face and nestled deep into his beard.

Absently Albus patted the distraught birds form. He burst into action. Taking out the elder wand he used one of the few perks a head master had. He apparated out of Hogwarts.

Little winging close to midnight.

Albus appeared before the door of number 4 private drive with a massive displacement of air. The door of the home burst open with a twitch.

Albus Dumbledore wasn't the bumbling old school master here but the mighty Light Lord. He flicked his wand returning the Dursleys to a deep sleep. There was no time for idiot muggles.

Albus would like to defend himself. He didn't find muggles idiotic he merely found these muggles to be stupid. Furthermore, there were no signs of a struggle in the house.

Raising his wand, he said, "Point me." The wand instantly pointed to a cupboard under the stairs. With another flick of his wand the door opened.

He heard a limping Alistair Moody walking up behind him. "Albus what happened you sent your blasted bird to me three minutes before midnight with a port key to your last apparition location." Moody said.

Albus didn't answer his old friend. He merely walked forward and silently cast a light spell. Within a room no larger than a closet lay the rotting corpse of a ten-year-old boy. He turned his head to see a small tray of a slice of bread and a tiny glass of water.

Gently Albus picked up the body of the savior Harry Potter. "I wanted to keep you out of the spot light safe from the dangers of our enemies. Out of pocket I gave them five thousand pounds of month for your up keep." Albus said.

"Who is that Albus." Moody asked. Albus said nothing as he walked up the stairs.

He found an empty bedroom full of broken toys. "I see they used the money for your up keep for another child. They left you to starve and live in isolation for their own child." He walked to the other bedroom. There he saw a massively obese child. Albus Dumbledore had seen enough.

"What's going on Albus there was no death eater attack here. Did they starve a muggle born child to death?" Albus didn't answer him once again too caught up in his own thoughts.

"I have been too humble Alistair. If I took power and stamped out the dark, then Harry could have lived in the Wizarding world and this wouldn't have happened. If I had taken control after Grindlewald then there would have been no Voldemort." Albus said.

"You couldn't have known this would have happened Albus. So, these are the Dursleys and Lily's sister wasn't above spite. But killing him didn't they think we would check on him. Did they not know we would show constant vigilance in the protection of our savior?" Alistair said.

Albus walked up the sleeping obese child. With a slash of his wand the child's neck snapped. With a flick the child was rolled off the bed. He placed little Harry's body there. He had spared the child the pain that was in store for them.

The ward over Private Drive were easily shrugged off with the elder wand's power. Outside Albus flicked his wand for a final time setting the house ablaze. "What do you plan to do now Albus." Alistair said.

"It is long overdue for house cleaning."

Harry stood before a book shelf and picked up a strange book titled Harry Potter and the philosopher's stone. He cracked it open why not give it a good read.

Hey guys Ultimatedaywriter here to say please review and thanks for reading. Next chapter will finish the 7 days. Chapter three will introduce Tokyo ghoul. Get ready because he is going to meet right up with Riza. Editing coming soon.