Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter, don't own the gaming references and other references I use in the story, I only own the story line and some stuff that I made up for the sake of the story!

Warning: Maybe M/M (Unsure, friend suggested), Gaming Elements, Anime Elements, Powerful!EventualGod-like!Grey!MaybeDark!Intelligent!Harry, Past mention of rape, abuse, neglect, and other things

A/N: I hope you enjoy this fanfiction, it'll be the first time I use this site for a story. Got nothing else to say! Well, ON WITH THE STORY

Prologue

Harry looked up at the sky with dull green eyes, his body beaten to a bloody pulp, he choked on his sob when his butt screamed at him in pain when he shifted to a more comfortable position, his uncle... No, that monster had taken away his innocence, his life, his freedom... He would gladly embrace death if it would make him get away from the pain, make him forget and let him see his parents. The 8 year old laid on the forest floor in his own puddle of blood and covered in that mans disgusting and strange white urine, that man had come home drunk and made him get into the car to go to the forest miles away, when they stopped the walrus of a man had forcibly dragged him into the forest and did so many painful things to him, the most painful thing was his but, he felt like vomiting when he felt the white sticky urine slowly harden on his body but kept it down.

He wondered if the gods hated him or if some being or power despised his existence, he'd done everything he could to get his family to care for him, to have friends, to have someone to love him like the kids he sees everyday being loved by their parents. He was quiet, he obeyed every command from his 'family', he hid his intelligence to let his fat lard of a cousin get better grades than him, he did everything and what does he get? Chores, abuse, neglect, and whatever that walrus did to him... He let out a pained sad smile and coughed up more blood and with teary eyes he stared up in the sky again "D-dad... Mum... I'm... coming, I" he was interrupted by another coughing fit, spraying blood and spit everywhere "I... h..pe... ou... ve... e.."(1) he whispered, though he wondered if the bone-like hands he felt lifting him up and the hooded figure he saw before blissfully accepting death was his imagination. He didn't care, he was going to die and he fully embraced it.

"It is not your time yet young master... Not in this timeline"

Chapter 1

Death looked at his future master with sadness and fury, the fury directed to the walrus man but he pushed it aside to focus on the matter on hand, he felt his bond pull and he was no longer in the forest but in an elegant bedroom, he paid no heed to his surroundings but focused on cleaning him in the nearby bathroom, gently he scrubbed the young man, the boy was dead and yet he wasn't but he would fix that later. After bathing the poor boy he bandaged the wounds and changed the rags he wore in to a pair or comfortable rose red pants and a silk white shirt, he laid the boy in the four poster canopy bed with silver curtains and gold trimmings, he sat on the chair that appeared by the bed and waited.

For a few minutes he sat in silence before the oak door opened and a man stepped inside, he wore a black shirt with a white symbol stitched into the back of teh shirt, he wore matching silver jeans and white running sneakers, he had an angelic face and jaded green eyes that said 'I've seen it all and I survived', he had long hair that stopped at his back in a low pony tail. Harry James Potter walked into his bedroom to see his friend and servant Death and the injured body of his younger-self and grimaced "Death..." he said as he walked up to his bed that held his younger body, Death looked at the older version of his injured master and replied "Yes my master?" Harry shook his head as he refrained from scolding his friend to call him harry for the umpteenth time.

"It seems that it's time?" he asked the being of death who nodded and he sighed, he looked at his younger-self and opened his menu

Harrison James *UNKNOWN*-*UNKNOWN*-Potter Lv *UNKNOWN *(2)

Master of Death

Settings

HInventory

Menu

He looked through his inventory before finding the object he needed

Inventory

Items

Game Soul

Game Soul: The soul that started everything

Harrison smiled at the object that appeared in his hand, this was what started everything, everything that made his life incredible, it pulsed along with his own, both him and his younger-self's souls pulsed with it, he guided the wispy flame-like being towards his poor self and confirmed the option with no hesitation

Do you wish to give Game Soul to Harry James Potter?

Yes No

He watched in slight awe as the soul attach itself to his younger body, he sees his soul being wrapped around by the Game Soul and his body de-aged from his 8 year old self to a small 5 year old, he looked so small, his smaller body convulsed slightly before settling down as the Game Soul completely wrapped around his own soul and merged letting Harrison see the faint glowing label above Harry's head

Harry Potter Lv 1

He looked towards Death who nodded and smiled serenely, Death had a small smile on his face as he took a took out a small black notebook, Harrison recognized it and smiled brightly and watched as Death gave Harry the notebook that immediately was sent to the young boys inventory "Good luck little me... It's gonna be a looong journey ahead of you, but it'll be worth it" Harrison whispered as Death lifted the living body of his younger-self and whisked him away. Harrison felt two pairs of arms wrap around him, one around his shoulders and one around his waist "Very worth it" Harrison beamed as he smiled at his lovers who smiled back at him.

Harry felt his eyes flutter as he slowly woke up, he blinked sleepily before snuggling desperately in his cot in his cupboard...

...

He shot up in a flash he looked around frantically. How?! How was he still alive? How was he in his cupboard? He shifted and felt that his little bumpy mattress was bigger than normal, he looked down and squinted and realized his hands were smaller, he was smaller, and his body didn't hurt anymore. It was then when he saw something that changed his life.

A screen had popped up saying

Congratulations! Welcome to Game Life Harry James Potter.

You are currently Lv 1, would you like to save progress?

Yes No

Harry looked on in disbelief and hesitantly reached out pressing Yes and felt warmth flooding his body.

Hogwarts Headmasters Office

3 AM in the Morning

In the empty office of one Albus Too Many Names Dumbledore, silver gadgets slowed down as Harry James Potter made them obsolete, they wouldn't be discovered for years until later, the hat of Hogwarts along with Hogwarts Phoenix watch as the old man's gadget's die and felt fate firmly set it's course. Both ancient relics looked at each other and hoped for the best, mostly for them to be free from the misguided goat's hand knowing if he continued bad things would happen, again. Just like before.

Hat and Phoenix fell back to sleep as the world was changing right in front of them.

(1): I hope you love me

(2): I will not reveal these yet because it is still to early and I am not certain about the pairings, I will decide later if the story hits

A/N: I hope you enjoyed that! It is 2:22 AM in the morning here but I am feeling fine, and as soon as this is posted I will be working on the second chapter till I either pass out or my dad has to borrow my laptop then I pass out on my wooden couch. I wanted to try my hand on the Video game plot of Harry Potter after reading a lot of them but I never see them finished, I want to at least finish 1 part of this story. See you next time! Nemo Ate Your Sandwich!