Prologue
Dragons, eagles, and serpents made of fire spiraled around a grandfatherly figure. The beasts set fire to neighborhood as the old wizard laughed. As he laughed, he pointed his wand at fleeing muggle families and the monsters of flame attacked. The old man moved in march with a invisible drum keeping an unstoppable pace. His robes billowed from the flames revealing a body covered in chains and tattoos. These chains and tattoos were golden and holy in nature. They were easily recognizable as tools used by exorcists to seal away powerful dark entities. As quickly as the robes flashed up to reveal the myriad of holy seals upon the headmaster Albus Dumbledore's body, they were hidden once more. A manic grin covered the Albus's face. His twinkling blue eyes locked on to mine as he marched.
"Melchior Nimrod a pleasure seeing you here." Albus said. I waited atop a nearby building but the old man's voice carried despite the distance and the roaring flames. I looked down on the headmaster waiting for him to reveal something of note.
"Dumbledore what is your business here?" I asked, even as I glared at the old man. He smirked and licked his lips. Something alien pressed against his skin only held back by the holy seals covering his body.
"I'm here for Rose Potter the girl who lived. You know the game Melchior even if you aren't yet my opponent." Dumbledore yelled above the flames.
"This isn't a game and I won't give you my sister. You'll have to take her." Dumbledore slashed his wand cutting the building apart under me. Using superhuman strength, I leap to the next building as a dragon made of flame crashed into me.
I screamed as it drove me into the next building. Upon impact the dragon exploded fire hot enough to melt rock scorched my flesh, evaporated my blood, and burned my bones black. Death wasn't so easy for me. A red aura surrounded the ashy remains of my corpse and my body quickly began to regenerate in a storm of red lightning.
"It seems the blood of others has done you well. How many times can I kill you Melchior before you stay dead?" I tossed a rock at the old man. The sound barrier broke as the rock reached insane speeds. I threw myself out of the building and fell down plummeting into the cool snow below. Just as I rose from the snow, icicles rained down impaling me, and killing me once again. Even as my health vanished, and my perk Vita Reservoir restored my health I was moving. Those flames were too hot to deal with.
I broke off a nearby telephone pole and threw it at the old man. The wood burst into cinders and the old man laughed before tossing another fire dragon at me.
"If this wasn't magical flame, I'd have already crushed you Dumbledore. Its too late now, Rose is long gone." I shouted in triumph.
"I wouldn't be so sure." I turned my head to see Rose. She was tall for an eleven-year-old and her bright green eyes seemed to glow in the firelight.
"What are you doing fighting the headmaster? Mel are you out of your mind." I looked between the grinning headmaster and my pouting sister. My skin was already peeling from the proximity of the magical flames.
I drove myself between Rose and the headmaster. I'd protect her until the end. Red lightning flashed across my skin as I began to unseal my full power. My power was rising red bolts of lightning danced across my body as my blood magic reached new heights.
Just as I was ready to rip through the fiend fyre and fight the headmaster. I felt a sharp pain from my back. "I can't let you do it Mel. The world needs the headmaster. He's the only one protecting us." The headmaster laughed as I crumbled to the ground. My heart had been pierced by my own weapon. I'd given it to her as a last resort against the headmaster. Golden August stabbed me through the heart ripping away life after life. In seconds, I lost ten lives. She pulled my weapon from my back and tossed it beside me.
I reached my hand out and grasped Rose's before she could walk away. She stopped as I caught my breath. The wound from Golden August was slow to heal.
"Wait Rose don't go. Hogwarts will destroy who you are and replace you with an illusion." I yelled. She pulled her hand away.
"Its for the greater good Mel." Her eyes softened. "Good by brother."
I watched as Rose and the Headmaster left for Hogwarts. I had failed to stop fate
Chapter 1
12 years before
I remembered the twinkling blue eyes of my foe. He stood over me a stick in his hand. At the time my memories hadn't returned. All I could do was stare dumbly at the man in the star and moon covered robe. "This is for the greater good." The man said. He tapped the stick over my chest.
Debuffs acquired
Bound Magic: Magic Attack locked.
Artificial Squib: MP Cost x4
I could never forget those words. Even through my blurry eyes, I could see the blue eyes twinkle. I heard him say 'This is for the greater good.' Those words were burned in my mind. Even as something in my chest stopped moving, expanding, and growing. A part of me was lost long before I'd ever used it.
Two years passed in the blink of the eye. My parents one James and Lily Potter were on edge. They were always like that. "Come on Mel use some magic. Make the toys fly, fly on your broom, pleas do something." James begged. I lowered my head in shame. Accidental magic was beyond me.
Melchior Nimrod (Mel potter) lv1
HP 100(+8/min)
MP 250 locked (13/min)
Class: Wizard lv1 +5INT +3WIS
Perks
Magic core: MP Regen x10 locked
Magic Body: +500% STR increase
Stats
STR 20
END 10
DEX 8
INT 25
WIS 13
CHA 5
LUK 5
Skills
Wizard
Accidental Magic lv1 (novice) locked
MISC
Climbing lv25 (intermediate) +3% x lv faster climbing speed
I was a worthless wizard. "The mediwitch said he had magic in him, he just has to want to use it." Lily said. That was months ago and now she was showing. In this story I wasn't the chosen one. I was just an extra. Being born in August was a dead giveaway.
Yes, I was aware of the original tail of Harry Potter. That tale was no good here.
Why did Dumbledore bind my magic?
My childish mind wanted to say it was because he was jealous of me. I had the potential to become the most powerful wizard of all time. That was ridiculous, he couldn't have known what I was. I planned to pay him back regardless.
What did he want? What was his goal? Did he like to spread misery around? My father's eyes were filled with worry and dying hope.
I was a wizard in name only.
Now, I wanted nothing to do with the wizard class. I was sick of my father begging me to do magic. It was beyond me, I couldn't do any magic.
My focus was on my body. It's all I had left. Would it be out of character to ask my father to transfigure me some leg weights? This short time between now and their deaths wouldn't last long.
"Mother Leg weights please." I said. Lily gave me an odd look before transfiguring some rocks into the items. I ran around with them until they turned back into rocks. My body continued to grow stronger by the day. A big black dog joined me for most of my ventures. Whether it was climbing trees, jumping into streams, or running around the small cottage, I wasn't alone. All the while, I knew I was racing against time. I needed more power.
Strength has reached 50 select a perk
Herculean: x2 lifting strength – items and equipment up to twice as heavy as your strength stat demands can still be used. Ranks 0/10
Hulking: x2 physical damage – weapons, fists, and thrown objects deal double damage. Ranks 0/10
Each rank improves the perk. One rank point ever 10 levels
Reached 50 strength before the age of 10 reward
Buff Strength Prodigy: x3 Strength gains until age 10
I chose Hulking because I wanted to smash. There wasn't much time left and I needed more power. I ran and ate; my parents were busy my father no longer paid me much attention. He doted on my mother but otherwise had sunk in on himself.
I was a skinny three-year-old who ran outside and played in the mud. My body was hard as stone and bulging with impossible muscles. "Padfoot explore." I yelled every morning before I set out to play. My aim was to be strong enough to kill a dark lord at age 4. If I didn't have the dog father with me I'd punch boulders. For now, I settled for tossing them over.
Endurance has reached 50 select a perk
Warhorse: x2 health – the term healthy as a horse applies to you. 0/10 Rank
Lead Bones: x2 Rad Resistance – survive nuclear radiation. 0/10 Rank
Endurance has surpassed 50 before age 10
Buff: Endurance prodigy: x3 END gains until age 10
I chose warhorse and worked a boulder over my head. Holding it there, I dashed from side to side crossing my legs as I went. It was simple. I was three years old and I weighed next to nothing. Voldemort wouldn't see me as a threat at first. I could get into his personal space then break him. There was still the problem with aparating. It was just short-range teleportation. How well could the dark lord concentrate while missing a leg.
Wisdom has gone up by 1
WIS 14
Sweat poured down my face as I danced from side to side. My thighs burned, and my lungs heaved. This was the problem with my system. I didn't have the gamer's body or mind. I had to exercise the old-fashioned way.
Rose Lily Potter was born crying spread through the house and my enemy visited once more. My glare never left the wizard as he crossed the threshold into my home. "James, Lily, Sirius its good to see you all in good health. Ah little Mel seems healthy. That's good." His attention moved swiftly onto Rose. "Will you allow me to inspect her just to be sure she's safe." Dumbledore asked.
"No," I shouted.
"Mel hush the headmaster is a good friend. Rose will be fine." James nodded his accent. Dumbledore swished his wand over Rose.
"Oh, dear this isn't good. I fear her body is frail." Dumbledore said.
"What do you mean headmaster, what's wrong with Rose?" Lily asked. Her eyes seemed to glaze over at her words. Like it was a scripted line.
"There was recently a prophecy about a child born capable of defeating Voldemort. I believe Rose is that child. But she is frail we will need to perform a spell to make her healthier." His eyes turned to me. They twinkled with malice. Hidden behind them was something not human. I wanted to punch this old man until he was a bloody smear on my fists.
I tried to run but I was stopped by a flick of the old man's wand. His magic slipped through me and tore at my body. My limbs lost their strength my health bar was cut in half. The spell settled over me. I was less than I was before.
I stared down at my body. Half of everything I was, had been taken and put into Rose. "Thank you, headmaster, you've saved us again." Lily said.
"You are truly like a grandfather to us all." James said.
"You are a role model to everyone." Sirius shouted.
I looked back at Dumbledore who seemed to eat up the praise. "Why was I left as myself while they are taken over?" I asked.
The headmaster leaned down his blue eyes twinkling with a false light. His breath smelled of lemons and rotten meat. "There comes a time when I grow bored and for my amusement, I leave a child free of my network. You are the lucky child of this generation. Tom Riddle was the last. Have fun with that knowledge. Say high to Tom for me." I opened my mouth and closed it.
"I will destroy you." I shouted. Dumbledore chuckled at my words.
"You're a squib as far as the government knows. I'll convince your parents to leave you with your Aunt and Uncle. It'll be amusing watching you struggle to enter my world." Dumbledore said.
"You don't know who you're messing with. I am Melchior Nimrod, you will fear my name." I yelled at the top of my lungs.
"I like it better than Voldemort. Amusing, well Melchior Nimrod I'll be sure to have you listed as the next dark lord." Dumbledore said.
That was stupid, I should have kept quiet. This child body and these child emotions are messing with my decision making.
I worked my ass off for the next month forcing my body to do more. Padfoot had stopped going out with me after James and Lily announced I was a squib. They took Rose to Dumbledore to be Imperiused shortly after. Once Dumbledore took over young there was no need to set up a new curse. They would function on a script after that for life.
Strength has reached 100 select a perk
Basher: +50% hand to hand damage 0/10 ranks
Breaker: +50% damage to environment 0/10
Strength has surpassed 100 before age 10
Buff Genius Strength x10 gains for strength until age 10
I chose Breaker. With my fists, I'd break everything he held dear. At 100 Strength my strength was 50. I hesitated to go into an instant ID. If I did Dumbledore may find out and take more from me. I needed the sweet spot between my parent's deaths and Rose going to Hogwarts. I needed to find a way to break this curse draining my strength and endurance.
After a hard day's training, I sat at the base of a tree beside a pond. My facial structure was changing. I was growing taller at an early age. My parents didn't notice. All my mother said when I walked out this morning was to be back by nightfall. Padfoot didn't follow me anymore. I hoped it was Dumbledore's interference and not my squib status. What was going to happen when Voldemort showed himself? I skipped a pebble across the pond sending ripples.
I was coming up on four
Endurance has reached 100 select a perk
Vita Reservoir: HP up to 10x HP and use it all at once 0/10 rank
Planned Health: Perfect health up to 100 years old.
Endurance has surpassed 100 before age 10
Buff Genius Endurance gain x 10 until age 10
I chose Vita Reservoir. I used my useless health regen to fill up the reservoir.
Along with a lack of care, they didn't pay attention when I found my way into the library. My mother had already gone through hundreds of books about various rituals. I didn't know if it was the imperious or her own will shining through. Either way I read over her notes. They were short hand gibberish, but the titles were easy enough to find. She had borrowed a few books from the black library through Sirius. The Belgor Vile's Written Apprenticeship of Blood Magic. I took a few sheets of parchment and a quill and began taking notes.
There was freedom in loneliness. If I were a normal human child, I'd probably become a psychopath. I took a sharp bladed quill and stabbed it in my hand. The pain was sharp enough to send a trimmer through my body. It wasn't the hate of Dumbledore that kept my concentration going it was the thought that I was finally going in the right direction. I wrote the simplest symbol I could think of on a nearby tree.
When I was finished an ugly smear of a triangle covered the tree. It might have been a trick of the light, but for a second it glowed. Why a triangle? It was said by Nekola Tesla that if you understood three, six, and nine you understood the universe
As the wound in my hand healed, I thought about it. The triangle represented three points. Each was an extreme that was unhealthy for society. Some saw the triangle as a representative of stability, freedom, and equality, so did I. I used it to remember there were always more than two sides to anything. Symbols were meant to represent several things.
I saw this battle as a fight between me a Dumbledore. Voldemort saw this battle as a fight between him and Dumbledore. I was no different than one of Dumbledore's followers to Voldemort. To Dumbledore saw this battle as a game and saw no difference between Voldemort and me. To me there was little difference between Voldemort and Dumbledore.
Skills unlocked
Blood Magic lv1 (Novice) +1% effect x lv
Spells
Blood Trichotomy – Place three opposing effects on an object.
Cost -100HP
Blood Dichotomy – Place two opposing effects on an object
Cost -100HP
Blood Drain – Absorb the blood of the defeated recover HP and +1% chance to absorb stats.
With this I finally had some wiggle room. All I needed was blood and I could gain the power needed to put both Voldemort and Dumbledore into the ground.
For the next few months, I wasn't allowed out of the house. "Its Dumbledore's orders its too dangerous to leave the house." James said.
"Couldn't we flee Britain and not fight at all. Would he follow us across the sea?" I asked.
"Dumbledore said we were safe here. Its too dangerous to leave the house." James repeated. I opened my mouth and closed it. "You've grown up quickly to speak so well at 4 I'm impressed." James said. He conjured a jumping toy and turned back to his paper. I looked at the thing in disdain.
I turned to see Rose on the toy. Her chubby hands picked it up and shook it to death. It reminded me of the old cartoon with Hercules killing the snakes in his crib. Without my strength she would be no stronger than a normal child. Even now I could feel her leach away my power. I took a breath it wasn't her fault.
One night the wards went down. "Lily its him, get Mel and Rose out of here I'll try to hold him off." Lily grabbed Rose and ran for the room upstairs to the sacrificial ritual. I remained, I closed the door to the library and drew a triangle on the door. Conception, Life, and death lit up the frame. The door held a knew life animated by blood magic. The blood Trichotomy glowed brightly as the door held itself closed.
Vampire Door lv1
HP 300
Highest Stat END
I moved dumping every book I could find into my inventory. Decades of potter lore, history, and secret family magic covered the walls. Even Dumbledore couldn't step into this room. James couldn't take books out. My inventory was a loop hole. The door burst open to reveal wormtail. "Hello Mel, come here to your uncle worm tail. I'll send you to be with James and Lily." I walked over to him slowly. "That's it that's a good squib." My hand moved like lightning snatching his want away. He reached his hand forward to take it back. I caught his hand with mine and ripped through the flesh.
He screamed and punched me in the face repeatedly trying to get free. I said two words, "Blood Drain." The blood that dribbled from his wound flowed into my skin.
"Mel stop, you're killing me." He shrieked as his skin shriveled. His veins popped out before he fell to his knees. Before his life left him, he was sobbing. It made me feel happy. I was overjoyed to finally kill a traitor. The euphoria from killing with blood drain was just a bonus.
Dexterity has increased by 10
DEX 55
Dexterity has reached 50 select a perk
Sprinter: x2 speed 0/10 rank
Regenerator: x2 health regen 0/10 rank
Dexterity has surpassed 50 before age 10
Buff Dexterity prodigy 5x dexterity gains.
I selected Regenerator and finished steeling the whole Potter library. Then I opened the door and sped out of the library and towards, the nursery. A green light flashed, and my mother fell to the ground a corpse. "Ah, good of you to join us. Melchior Potter, the squib of house Potter how shameful." I dashed forward only for a green light to catch me in the chest. Vita reservoir took over and refilled my HP completely. It caused me to stumble and I let myself fall. I held my breath and waited.
"Even for a squib that was pathetic." He turned his back and I moved forward. Voldemort turned his head to see me not moving. I waited, and he went back to the crib. "Rose Potter they thought that you would be the one to defeat me. I am the greatest dark lord in history." He stopped his words and settled down. His physical demeaner changed. "Wormtail is dead and none of my followers are here. Albus you are one sick fuck. I must kill a baby for your break and circuses. I swear that I'll find a way to bring you down." He looked down at Rose.
"I'm sorry child. You're not really my equal. To Albus this is a game of high stakes poker. Can he get an untrained slave in the right position to kill me? Whether you succeeded or not it doesn't matter. At least I can put you out of your misery painlessly." Melchior moved and grabbed for Voldemort's ankle. "Petrificus Totalus," Voldemort muttered. "I'm more than old enough to know the old pretend you're dead trick."
Green light flashed from his want and struck in the face. Then it rebounded and hit Voldemort. "Well played old man." He said before bursting into black smoke.