This was a spur of the moment thing, so I didn't really review it. It feels like a well done passion project but could be garbage.
The green light sped towards him far too quick to dodge. It was an ancient and vile piece of magic, he pondered to himself, used as far back as ancient Egypt. Instead of attacking the body, it tore out the victims soul.
Was it possible to survive The Killing Curse?
No
Actually…
Yes
Only once had someone survived getting their soul torn out. An infant, too young to even understand what was happening.
He failed that kid, the unfortunate soul that never learned acceptance.
His lungs seized as the spell hit like a punch to the gut. Horrific pain, familiar pain, tore through his very soul for a scant few moments before, as his body tumbled to the ground, the world turned black.
You Have Died.
Would You Like to Start a New Game?
{Yes | No}
Goddamnit.
Dumbledore rubbed his eyes with spectral hands, glaring half heartedly at the faintly glowing blue text.
Well, actually it was Harry floating the void.
The situation was complicated.
Harry Potter had gone through his life the first time unaware of his supranatural powers. Mostly because of his friends and a metric shit ton of luck, he had survived to the seventh year and the Battle of Hogwarts.
It almost seemed like a fairy tale, his magic collided with Voldemort's and, slowly but surely, his red beam pushed back against vile green. Then the Dark Lord switched from the faulty Elder Wand to his own wand another green flash cut him down in the blink of an eye.
You Have Died
Would You Like to Start a New Game?
{Yes | No}
In the same empty void he was currently brooding, a younger Harry had learned about his Gamer Power, and with excitement and hope pressed Yes and jumped back to his first year.
At twenty two, it wasn't even Voldemort that did him in. The war had been in full swing so the Gamer grinded harder than he ever had before in hopes a higher level would let him tip the scales.
Then he ran into a dementor, its attack ignored his HP and killed him immediately by ripping out his soul.
You Have Died
Would You Like to Start a New Game?
{Yes | No}
This time, with a decade more experience and wisdom, he considered his options before starting a new game. Again, his hope reinvigorated, he pressed Yes and hopped back into the world of the living. This time he took the space of Sirius when the man was justing entering Hogwarts back in the 70s.
Without the immediate threat of the Dark Lord, Harry/Sirius enjoyed his time through Hogwarts and readily ignored the early signals of the Blood War. He managed to survive longer than his previous lives, but it bit him right in the ass when an aggravated Snape port keyed him into an Egyptian Tomb.
Enchantments immediately flared and the Gamer felt a deep searing agony as, he researched and found out in his next life, his soul was used in an unfinished ritual to try and resurrect an ancient Pharaoh.
You Have Died
Would You Like to Start a New Game?
{Yes | No}
Yes was pressed far more solemnly this time. Harry/Sirius went into his next life with a far darker outlook. Metaphorically speaking, he woke up on the wrong side of the bed this lifetime.
Gellert Grindelwald woke up to his Hogwarts Letter in 1841 with a frown that would never disappear. In this life, his grinding would not be limited to dungeons or the forbidden forest.
When he reached thirty he tore through old tombs and broke into government buildings. People, civilians and criminals alike, were killed in his rush for XP and mastery of his skills. The Great Magical War never happened, but his century long reign of terror ended in a very similar way.
Dumbledore, Harry/Sirius/Gellert realized, was strong.
Unlike any creature or wizard he had fought before, the ancient warlock stomped him readily and uncaringly. After making the mistake of trying to break into Hogwarts and raid the library, the Headmaster fell upon him like an angry god and chased him across Europe in a day long battle.
It wasn't the venerable teacher that killed him. In a spike of fear and desperation that surged past his mental defences, he used an impromptu magical chant to summon a demon in hopes it would distract the angry warlock long enough for him to escape.
The skill wasn't one he had levelled up yet, so he botched it, and the demon was summoned but took his soul as payment.
You Have Died
Would You Like to Start a New Game?
{Yes | No}
In a stroke of believed genius, Harry/Sirius/Gellert tapped Yes and came back as an eleven year old Tom Riddle. He breezed through Hogwarts as an unprecedented prodigy, and magical Britain believed he would follow in Dumbledore's footsteps.
Dumbledore, he recalled from his last life, was terrifying.
In his final year at the school, he dropped into an alternate dimension dungeon instead of going to Transfiguration. Fearful of the bearded warlock, it wasn't a class he'd skipped before, but he did so nonetheless.
Just a few minutes into grinding an endless wave of Goblins, the ancient bastard broke into his pocket dimension and dragged him back through time and space to class.
Doing something even the Gamer had never thought possible, his Transfiguration Professor literally broke into the alternate dimension his power had created, just to make sure he wouldn't skip his class.
This time it was fear that killed him.
Horcruxes sounded foolproof. Make one then toss it behind a Fidelius Charm and he could not die. Harry/Sirius/Gellert/Tom made one after graduating and returned to the school to "Apply to be the Defense Professor."
He actually hid the horcrux in the Chamber of Secrets before talking to the Headmaster, but the man noticed his warped soul and stunned him immediately.
The paragon of the light held him captive for weeks until he concocted a series of rituals to counteract the soul phylactery. Two months of being bored in the darkness and pseudo Voldemort felt an all too familiar pain in his soul.
He expired with no more than a sigh.
You Have Died
Would You Like to Start a New Game?
{Yes | No}
This time, upon pressing Yes he came back as Albus Dumbledore. It was no wonder the man was powerful, he was a natural born genius born in the 30s, the 1630s.
With three and half centuries to prepare for his mortal enemy, the greatest wizard to ever live meteorically rose in skill and fame. Following the path of his other lives, he became a teacher at Hogwarts, quickly being appointed Headmaster.
When a young Tom Riddle walked into the Great Hall, Harry/Sirius/Gellert/Tom remembered Voldemort's actions through various lives and his own when he was the orphan, and killed him immediately.
To nobody's surprise, the world took exception to him murdering a child, and Harry/Sirius/Gellert/Tom/Albus found out that he wasn't as good as the original Headmaster.
You Have Died
Would You Like to Start a New Game?
{Yes | No}
At this point he wasn't sure what his goal was. All he ever seemed to do was fight, fight and die.
He Died to Voldemort, he died to a dementor, he died to Snape, he died to a demon, he died to Dumbledore, and finally he died to whatever unnamed wizard that got the drop on him.
Albus Dumbledore refused to accept that his own mistakes lead to his death.
Tom Riddle seethed at the world for not seeing it his way.
Gellert Grindelwald begged for Death to bring him back to before the attack.
Sirius Black moped over the centuries of wasted effort.
Harry Potter…
You Have Died
Would You Like to Start a New Game?
{Yes | No}
Harry pressed No
