Disclaimer: not mine, almost nothing of it, unfortunately!

Harry Potter is of course property of J.K. Rowling.

"The Dark Eye" RPG belongs to Fantasy Productions.

This story is AU including a different time setting. Here Harry was born 1990.

Thanks to all those who read thus encouraging me to carry on.

I herby desperately ask for reviews. I need the input to improve my work.

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This should not work

They were working on his new Dojo.

It was a relaxing work and the boy Harry was good company. He had thought about the situation a lot.

Why a Kid his age fitted in so well with his other comrades. All of them had seen action but the boy could not have. Still he fitted.

Why his aunt was obviously trying to discredit him in the neighbourhood.

What there was about this boy with a manner and stand like he had battled for live and love.

'There is more to that and I will get to know what. Tonight.'

He felt a sudden unease.

'Over there! Nothing, obvious.'

'Threat!'

Training kicked in and his mind and body set to combat mode, floating on adrenaline.

A series of 'pops' and five men in cloaks wearing white masks appeared out of nowhere.

One of the men pointed at him. "Arvada Kedavra!" A green flash closing in.

Duck, roll, draw, aim

The boy pointed a stick onto the arrivals. "Reducto!"

Another Flash, heading onto the enemy, striking dead centre on a chest.

'Effect appears to be similar to an explosive .50 cal. round.'

Change target, aim.

Bang, bang

Next target, aim.

Bang, bang

"Crucio"

'Roll out!'

Pain!

Hitting the ground behind the floorboards, the pain gone.

"Verdammte Scheiße!"

'This is unreal! The only explanation would be magic.

"… sch…"

'So this is reality.'

"HA! Ha, ha, ha."

'Magic is reality. AND I AM THE BEHOLDER! Time to be Rowen Icefox!

Jump up.

Enemy about to attack.

'reflective spell' Hand up

"Stupefy"

Palm forward "Invercano mein Freund"

'Strike him down'

Fist strike forward. " Fial'miniza dao kah!"

'Target down.'

Assess situation. 'All targets down, no apparent damage, residual pain. …the boy…!'

"Tom?"

'This should not have happened.'

"Harry! Wie wäre es mit einer Erklärung?"… 'Oh, English'..."Ups, how about an explanation?"

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Nymphadora (call-me-that-and-die!) Tonks and Remus Lupin sat down in front of Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts school for witchcraft and wizardry.

"Well Remus, Nymphadora you both came to see me. How may I be of assistance?"

Tonks glanced at Remus, who waved his hand for her to begin.

"When Remus went to see the German I kind of sneaked in after him."

Remus' eyebrow rose, but a smile twitched his lips.

"I followed their conversation and decided to stay in order to over watch the evening activity."

Her voice picked up a significant timber of irony. "I changed my mind though and left shortly after Remus did."

Albus leaned forward. He knew the next things he would hear would be important.

"He had written something on a sheet of paper and left it on the table. When he left the room I picked up the note."

She handed Albus the note and Albus read.

'I do not fancy MI5 personal in my house without invitation so please leave while I take a shower.'

Albus looked up. Searching for an answer.

"I was using the invisibility cloak and I am dead sure I gave no indication to my being there."

"I for one did not notice her." Remus injected.

The paper in Albus hand shivered slightly.

"Is there ANY indication this man could be a wizard?"

Remus and Tonks looked at each other. "No, Sir. Nothing whatsoever indicates this man being anything but a German soldier and a perfect muggle."

Albus relaxed in his chair, stroking his beard.

"Well, I think it is time for myself to …"

Several of Albus' toys simultaneously began to rattle squirm and ring.

Dumbledore jumped to his feet with agility denying his age he made for devices. Tonks and Lupin followed. For just a few moments he examined one of his clamorous gadgets.

"Nymphadora, Remus, Harry appeared to be under attack." He looked at Fawkes, the bird rising into the air swooping down on them.

"Take hold of his tail feathers."

The next moment they disappeared in a flash of fire.

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'… as to all those who in the past years have done nothing but tried to discredit any and all role-playing games. Claiming we are a bunch of Satanists or encourage violence as a means of solving any problems. (Hey can you imagine saving the damsel in distress and not slaying the wicked witch of the east? That would be kind of anticlimactic!) Even if we do know it should not be necessary.

This is all a game, there are not such things as working magic, we do not encourage false believes in entities like demons even though for game purposes we do describe such. Any acts of violence in the course of the game are not to be recreated in reality, as those would be harmful.

Or for all of us who are of sound mind.

This is a toy. A real sword is NOT!'

Ginny grinned. The people who had written this certainly had a healthy yet wicked sense of humour.

She flipped back to the index. Reaching for the booklet with the game basics.

Two hours later she took a break.

'So, what would I be? There is a nice misconception in here with the witches and mages that could be fun. Or would it be more fun to be an Elf, or something muggle?'

She postponed her decision taking a closer look into the spell book instead.

'Liber cantiones. Ha! Professor McGonagall would get a heart attack reading this pidgin Latin spells. They have funny incantations however.'

She was fascinated in the detail and love the authors had purred into this.

'Even down to describing the magical flow, gestures and all.'

She had gotten a firm grip on how the game was to be played and could see how fascinating it would be to kind of relive some stories from books she had read.

'Now, what kind of character to select? I am a witch already and the mages sound too much like school and stuff. The Elf sounds nice, kind of all around character. Hm, lets see what it feels like.

It's not Lumos, it's like this.'

She clicked the fingers of her left hand, chanting: "feya feyiama I'ungra" While opening up her palm upwards.

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Ronald Weasley was sitting in the Burrow's living room. He pondered about his two best friends, well one best friend in particular. He had been thinking about Hermione Granger ever since his mother had informed him about her arrival this week.

There was a reason for his fixation on thought about here, there had to be. What ever it was, it eluded him, teasing his consciousness.

He forced himself to think about something different, his sister Ginny and her new boyfriend, Dean Thomas. Not that it really mattered but he would have preferred to see her pairing up with his best mate, Harry Potter.

For one she had had a very bad crush on him ever since he had come to spend the summer before her first year.

Second Ron new he could trust Harry not to take advantage on her. If anything Harry was so blindingly honourable he would never do things to her, things Ron himself had been fantasising to do with girls for some time now.

Ron knew his sister was growing into a young woman, he was neither oblivious to the looks she received from boys up to seventh year nor blind to the facts why she received those looks.

Ronald Weasley's mind worked around tactics for Quiditch and Chess, he cared deeply for his friends and his family. And he most definitively had far more emotional range than a teaspoon. One thing about him, he did confess, was a slight fault.

He concentrated on just one thing at any given moment.

His mind had a tendency to jump on ideas and it time or hard evidence to get rid of those ideas.

'That is two faults already'

And one more, he had a couple of insecurities like not having much money and being afraid to be hurt, emotionally at least. And Lavender Brown's assets and Luna Lovegood, the name alone made him shiver. And about being nothing but a sidekick to Harry. And, no AND in capitals, how he felt about his other best friend, Hermione Jane Granger.

'Back there again Ron, great show in distracting yourself.'

You see Ron Weasley had a problem with Miss Granger. She was a bossy know-it-all, she drove him crazy with her homework obsession and she had a serious priority problem.

'I mean which girl in her right mind would consider death a less serious problem than expulsion.'

That however was but just one side of the H-problem as he had come to call it.

The hardest part about it was figuring out, in a given moment, if he either wanted snog her senseless or strangle her. Ron had read (don't tell Hermione I have been reading) that this was considered a normal teenage problem. He however knew it was not. It was love and lust for Hermione versus love and friendship.

He was 100 sure he had to solve it soon. They had no time for problems like that; the wizarding world was at war and the three of them would be in the thick of it. If for no other reason that Harry had a habit of attracting dangerous situations.

'There shall not be distractions. If there is anything I can do about it Harry will survive and so will Ginny and Hermione.'

Shamefully he remembered the various times he had let his friends down, due to his stubbornness, his jealousy or some other minor personality quirk.

'I will do a "Harry Potter" from now on. Putting them before me."

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Just at that specific moment Hermione Jane Granger was standing in Ron's room, trying to get her mind working by looking on her friend things; posters of the Cudley Canons, Ron's beloved Quiditch team and the usual chaos of laundry spread all over the room, things that defined Ron.

Hermione was aware to Ron's faults and to his strengths. He was loyal, brave and almost as self-sacrificing as Harry.

She smiled contend.

Without Harry's tendency to storm of and act. He was simply to lazy for that. And Ron was one of the most passionate people she knew. Well all the Weasleys were passionate. And they were persistent, Ron especially so.

That was one of the things she was looking for in a relationship.

The one devastating downside in being Ron seemed to be insecurities and a "certain" lack of tolerance to anything outside his little world.

'And this eventually might disqualify him.'

Yes Ron was passionate, single-minded but not really compassionate.

Maybe…

"Hermione you need to see this."

Ginny had come storming through the door. The state of her disarray suggesting she had had a really intensive snogging session.

"Ginny?"

Sighting she followed Ginny who had already stormed out of the room and headed downstairs.

Finally, reaching Ginny's favourite spot under a large tree, the two girls stopped.

"Well Ginny, what ever it is, it surely has you exited."

Ginny became slightly annoyed with her best friend. 'Perhaps a healthy shock, to increase her modesty?' She smiled.

"Hermione, will you please hold this?" Ginny handed Hermione her wand.

Pocketing the wand Hermione got curious.

"Well, what is it?"

Ginny's smile broadened.

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Harry gaped at Tom, who was reloading his revolver.

"You, … you just shoot three men, fried another and then ask me for an explanation?"

He chuckled.

"He, mate. You are the one with the funny stick."

Tom grinned.

"Yeah, sure and you were the one that looked funny at what happened and then went straight ahead to frizzle one of the bad guys."

Harry was now laughing.

"Heh! I don't know who was more shocked, him getting fried or me for doing it."

Tom joined the laughter. Although he watched the boy carefully, registering the 'relaxed' mannerism despite the situation.

'He has fought for his live before.'

"Well, they showed up, badly dressed to help out with the Dojo AND they had bad breath."

"Bad breath. Bad breath!"

Harry could not hold it any longer and broke down in laughter, gasping for air!

"Anyway, this should not have worked. You don't seem to be overly surprised thou. So would you please explain? AND just give the key points, you know short sentences."

This sobered Harry somewhat.

Mischief reappeared in his eyes.

"My wizard. You muggle. This bad wizards. Bad boss wizard me wants to kill."

Harry grinned.

Tom grinned as well.

"Bad boss wizard sent wizard here?"

Seeing Harry nod he continued.

"And I always thought the bad guys only have to wear tasteless black stuff and ugly masks in the movies or by bad game masters!
This is not good news. Villains should have stile and tasteful garments."

He raised his eyebrow.

"What do you know about a old man in funny clothes, spectacles and pointed hat. A Pink haired Punk female and a middle-aged man in raged clothing?"

"?"

"Well, those three are six o'clock, 75 closing fast."

Harry spun around.

"Professor Dumbledore, Tonks, Professor Lupin? What are you doing here?"

Harry did not notice himself stepping onto a fallen Death Eater, assuming something of a relaxed unconcerned pose.

Tom chuckled again. 'He is stable for now. It is just like a game situation for him. However he needs to have another laugh, fast, before reality grips him.'

"Harry, you know as I assume these are the good guys, you should advice on some more tasteful clothing." He said, just as Dumbledore, Tonks and Remus reached their position, displaying dump folded expressions on this greeting.

Harry taking just one look broke down in another fit of laughter.

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A/N: DragonBard:

Yes, I will limit new magic to TDE.

Firstly it's going just one summer so one game is enough (As it has a LOT of spells).

Secondly my idea works on the concept that the spells in the game are real spells. This works in my mind because they have exactly detailed incantations, gestures etc. in the rules. I shall not use anything that is just a concept or effect without these details (even if I would like to…). Like i.e. AD&D Magic Missile. What is the incantation, gestures power flow…? This is up to imagination and as good as it is (the game) I feel it could not work with just that in JKRs word. As there are exact wand movements etc…