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I do not own anything of the World of Warcraft or related properties owned by Blizzard.

The idea came from a plot bunny posted by Bobmin and Alyx so thank you to them too.


Harry stood up.

The pain was gone.

Something was there though, some Surreality to the, well, reality.

He looked around and found himself in a blue field surrounded by people. The man right in front o him was a knight, complete with steel helm and rigid posture.

There were 3 other a ways behind him, all dressed in what looked like medieval garbs.

-What the hell is this?

As he looked around he saw somebody and the strange thing about that somebody was that there was a bright yellow "!" floating Over his head. A booming voice started speaking.

Something about azeroth and humans and lots of other things that Harry simply could not process as the voice just stopped making any sense whatsoever.

-Nice role-playing man.

The voice just came into his head. A nasally sound like electronics sounding over a bad microphone.

As he turned around he could see that he was no longer alone.

He was on …

What the hell!

He was standing through somebody.

Harry took a step to the side and looked down at himself.

His body had changed.

He was different, lighter, much lighter and bigger too, bigger like a man who had been lifting weights all his life.

This was the body of an adult, maybe 20-25 years old.

Pure muscle.

He was wearing what looked like a wizards dress.

As he took stock of himself he found a staff on his back and some sort of pouch at his belt.

The voice kept talking.

-You here to roleplay?

-where am I, What is this?

Another voice spoke up.

-Is this your first character?

-What do you mean character?

-You know, your toon, is this the first on you made ever?

The voice sounded more and more amused.

-Wait, toon I heard that before, that's what you call your character in WOW right?

Harry's voice was started to climb as the hysteria grabbed hold of him.

When the response came it had not changed in inflection at all.

-Yeah Toon is the L33T name for your character. So human mage for you, why did you call it Sairius?

The name had the effect of a cold shower on the-boy-who-lived.

-Uh, my god father,..., his name was Sirius but the name was unavailable so I took the closest I could find.

-tscool man, I play warlock, more fun on PVP.

Harry started moving forward towards the knight when the unfamiliar word came.

-OK stop, assume that I have never even played this game, can you walk me through what is going on?Even to him the tone in his voice was whiny but the combination of fear at this strange setting and grief at the loss of Sirius had deadened him to this.

-Do you want me to start with WASD or up from there?

Even though the question was worded mockingly the tone that Harry could hear had not changed.

-Ironically WASD, I don't even know what that is.

As he kept moving forward he saw, floating above the knights head a name, Deputy Willem.

When he thought of the person he had been talking to this was not the name that came into his head.

He opened his mouth to address Willem when a scroll appeared before his eyes.

-Okay well you're moving around so you at least got that, and using WASD or arrows is really the same. Next step is your spellbook, go ahead and open that.

Harry wondered what his spellbook might be when from his belt a large leatherbound tome opened next to the scroll from Willem.

-Would it be that thing that says objective or the one that says Fireball lvl1?

He could not keep the curiosity out of his voice, this world was so strange.

-The Fireball one, ok in there are the spells you know, if you put your mouse over them they'll tell you cost, cast time etc..., every other level you get new ones so open this book every time you train to check out what you want to use.

Even though the tone had not changed Harry could tell this was something the person he was speaking to knew by heart and was pretty bored with.

-The other one is a quest, see that guy in front of you with the yellow "!"?

-Yeah I see him.

-The quest popped up because you talked to him. Read it, do what it says and when you come back to him he will have a yellow "?" over his head, talk to him again and you get XP and money, rinse repeat until lvl 80.

-Anything else I should know?

The boy-who-lived realised that his invisible helper was running out of patience.

-Naa, just make sure and read the quests, they'll pretty much tutor you through the rest.

-Thank you very much for all the help.

-np.

Harry started at the response.

-np?

Another voice cut in.

-LOL it means no problem, you really are a noob or the craziest roleplayer I've ever met.

He blushed as the response came.

-Thanks but what is LOL?

Another voice responded.

-Laugh out loud and I say noob, no way he roleplays that much.

Before the incessant chatter could bring yet more questions then it could answer Harry turned his attention back to the scroll in front of him.

It was long and overly verbose but when he finished reading the first part he realised that the second part was titled objective and summarised it: Kill 8 Kobolds. Fair enough now the only problem was how to use the spells, he had no wand to cast them with and his "spellbook" did not hold an incantation or anything helpful, he had heard the word mana before. Hermione had been reading on Arithmancy and it was sometimes used to quantify the energy necessary to a spell but even then it was obscure what it was, and how much each wizard had.

Harry made his way around the chapel and found another man with an exclamation mark. As he came closer he saw the wolves to his left.

Those were cartoonish wolves, obviously design to depict slobbering and monstrous beasts but still not realistic in any way. Looking back at the man he started addressing him again when the,..., might as well call it "quest" popped up.

"Whatever is affecting the wolves, Bla bla bla... Kill these young diseased wolves, bla bla bla,..., Quest objective: Bring 8 pelts ba bla bla."

8 pelts got it. Harry touched the Accept at the bottom left of the scroll.

Now was going to be the hard part, the actual casting of spells.

Harry turned around and looked at one of the "Young Diseased Wolf". He opened his spellbook and looked through all 2 pages of it.

Fireball.

Frost Armor.

At least choices were not going to be a problem for now.

Harry looked from the wolf to his spellbook and decided to just try and see what happened.

He thought "Fireball".

His whole body moved, slightly crouching, both his hands moved together his left shoulder leaning forward, his hands were engulfed in flames, he felt the energy drawing together between his hands, building up and up until he threw his left hand towards the wolf and a ball of fire the size of his head flew out from it towards the wolf.

Harry realised 2 things as the ball of fire flew to the wolf, one, he had not been aiming and the wolf kept walking to the side as the fire traced a path of destruction towards it, two, a blue bar at the corner of his eye started blinking red. Looking at it he realised the bar was a picture of him, well of his current body with is name to the right of it. Two bars underneath it had one red With 52/52 Written on it and a blue one underneath now reading 143/165. What occupied his attention was the explosion that took place as the fireball flew true and hit the wolf despite his change of position and the sudden snarl as the wolf ran towards him.

"Fireball" the thought was barely completed when a red inscription flashed in the middle of his vision

You cannot perform that action

-What? "Fireball"!

To his relief he crouched once again and prepared the energy.

As the wolf bounded closer and closer Harry unleashed the energy and another Ball of incandescent material flew and hit the wolf right below its neck. This time the beast jumped up and after a brief spasm lay still on the ground with sparks coming out of its body.

Harry sat cross legged and breathed.

This was going to be a weird day.