Harry Potter: The Video Game
Chapter 001 – GAAAME OOOVVVEEERRR!
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A Soul is a Fixed Thing, a Concept beyond everything; once Someone Dies, their Soul can't Return. No one ever told Harry Potter that, and while he knew life wasn't a game…no one ever told Deities that.
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Harry sighed as he walked down the halls of the school known as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He had just left Dumbledore's office a few minutes ago, and he was thinking over things.
Not two hours ago, he, along with Ron and Ginny, Hermione, Neville, and Luna, had stormed the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry. During the middle of his History of Magic OWL Test, he had been sent a false vision showing that Voldemort had somehow captured Sirius and was torturing him in the aforementioned Department of Mysteries.
Being the idiot that he was, he immediately decided to go rescue him, forgetting about the communication mirrors that he had been given, and only attempting to check beforehand by using Umbridge's Floo Network, which was a waste of time.
However, it ended…badly, to say the understatement. Ron was confounded and attacked by flying brains that did who KNOWS what to him and Neville had his nose broken (as well as his wand) and had been tagged by a cutting curse on his arm that almost went to the bone. Ginny had had her ankle broken, and Luna almost suffered shock from over-stunning, like McGonagall. Hermione was almost killed by an unknown spell from Dolohov, and Sirius… when he and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix arrived to help out, his Godfather was killed by his psychotic cousin Bellatrix by knocking him through that Veil thing in the DOM.
The aftermath of the situation was even worse; after witnessing a battle between Dumbledore and Voldemort (the end of which inadvertently proving to Fudge and others in the Ministry that Voldemort was indeed back), the Headmaster made a Portkey which brought him to his office.
After sitting alone for almost a half hour in a rage, Dumbledore came back to him and told him something which made him just a bit angrier. Everything was because of a Prophecy. Spoken by Trelawney. Self-fulfilling as well, from the sound of it.
To say he was a bit angry was like saying Um-bitch was a bit of a bigot or Dumbledore a bit eccentric. It just got worse when the obviously senile Headmaster mentioned what he had thought was the 'power the Dark Lord Knows not'. Love.
Harry would have laughed at the old man before attempting to have him committed had he not proceeded to destroy the room via magic outburst after finally getting over his shock.
After calming down, and being chastised, chastised for his actions, he had finally gotten tired of the empty words and proceeded to blow the magically-locked door open before heading down the stairs and passing the gargoyle. All the while, Dumbledore was staring in shock at him, amazed and slightly horrified that the youngest Potter was able to destroy a door that had century's worth of charms and wards placed on it in seconds. Even he, at his prime, couldn't do that.
"Harry," he whispered as the portraits suddenly broke their silence, filling the room with chatter. "What…what are you?"
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As Harry waited at the end of the hallway, waiting for the staircase to rotate back to take him to the Gryffindor Common Room, he screamed out in pain as an unknown spell hit him in the small of his back, smashing his head against the wall as he fell to the ground paralyzed.
As he fell down, barely missing falling down the empty space where the moving staircase moved to and from, he saw who had attacked him. When he saw who it was, his blood proceeded to freeze in his veins.
It was Umbridge, and she didn't look to be entirely happy…or sane. Here hair was all frizzed out with leaves and tiny branches stuck in it, her robes and a good chunk of her visible skin were covered in mud (or what he hoped was mud anyway) and a whole lot of other stuff from a forest floor. Her eyes were bloodshot and bulging, and as she came closer, he could hear her panting like a dog.
"Hem hem!" She cackled out hysterically, limping as she walked up to his paralyzed body, pointing her thick, stubby wand at him the entire time. "What have we here; the missing little liar!"
You have caused me a lot of problems Mr. Potter!" She spat out, incidentally covering him in spittle.
"So Mr. Potter," she said, levitating his unmoving body before stepping onto the staircase that had appeared, bringing him with her. "What shall we do to punish you? I would suggest lines, but I don't think that would… set in in the time I have to…punish you."
Harry's eyes went wide as they could as he heard her list various graphic and disturbing forms of torture as she levitated him along, each worse than the last. It was official; Umbridge had snapped, and violently too from the sound of it. He was pretty sure that by the time Dumbledore or anyone else decided to track him down, he'd either be dead, on his way, or wishing for the first option.
He started (as much as he could anyway) when she came to a stop in front of the defense classroom. She proceeded to open the door and led him up, and into her office; the same one which he had tried to use to contact Sirius earlier. She kicked the door shut before using her wand to cast a myriad of spells on the door, inadvertently dropping the levitation spell that was on him, dropping him onto the hard, stone floor.
Almost a second after she finished casting spells onto the door, a sound akin to a bomb detonating came from the other side of the door, rattling it in its frame. For a second, a myriad of colors flickered across the surface of the enchanted door, before vanishing.
From what he could see of the psychotic Head Inquisitor, she was stunned before an unimaginable rage came over her features, wiping away everything else. "I didn't expect Dumbledore to find out nearly this soon, but of course he would be awaiting locking charms, especially on my office." She muttered to herself as she paced around the room, appearing and disappearing from view.
"Well," she suddenly exclaimed with an even madder look in her eyes, suddenly pointing her wand at him while the door proceeded to flash violently through several eye-blinding colors rapidly. "Since I only seem to have a few seconds left, I just have this to say; goodbye Mr. Potter, and may you cause no more trouble to well-respected members of the Wizarding Community. Avada Kedavra!"
Just as the door burst open in an explosion that sent fragments of wood into and through Umbridge's upper body, instantly removing her from the world, the green curse that filled his dreams for thirteen-and-a-half years, the curse the same exact shade of green as his eyes had been ever since October Thirty-First, Nineteen Eighty-One left Dolores Jane Umbridge's wand…and proceeded to kill Hadrian James Potter, Heir of the House of Potter…well, that would be so if Harry was a normal boy. However, since he is by no stretch of the word normal, things went a teeny bit differently.
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Harry blinked…then blinked again…then a third time…then proceeded to stare.
He had been paralyzed by Umbridge (likely with Petrificus Totalus), before being dragged off to her office while the women was raving. After that, he'd been killed by her. By Umbridge. It was enough to drive a normal man insane, being killed by her.
After being hit by Avada Kedavra, it had been like he had been knocked out, not hit by one of the most feared spells still around.
He had 'woken' at his normal seat in the Great Hall, with what he believed to be Sonny & Cher's "I Got You Babe" playing in the background (while having Dudley Dursley as a cousin in bad in most cases, he'd learned a lot of songs through the walls whenever he got bored). There was no one in there with him, and while there was nothing in the glasses or on anyone else's plates, there was a rolled-up parchment.
Slowly reaching for it, since it was the only thing in the room worth paying attention to at the moment, he rolled it open.
~ GAME OVER! ~
Score:
Age: Fifteen Years = 150 Points
Friends Made: (4) = 20 Points
Spells Learned: (34) = 170 Points
Survived: Dursley Family (125 Months) = 125 Points
Survived: Voldemort Shade (First Year) = 200 Points
Survived: Chamber of Secrets Basilisk = 500 Points
Survived: Voldemort Horcrux (Second Year) = 250 Points
Protected: False Philosopher's Stone (First Year) = 100 Points
Saved: Ginny Weasley (Second Year) = 150 Points
Saved: Sirius Black (Third Year) = 250 Points
Saved: Buckbeak (Third Year) = 200 Points
Won: TriWizard Tournament Task One (Fourth Year) = 50 Points
Won: Triwizard Tournament Task Three (Fourth Year) = 50 Points
Won: TriWizard Tournament (Fourth Year) = 200 Points
Destroyed: Voldemort Horcrux – Diary (Second Year) = 200 Points
Spell Mastered: Expecto Patronum (Third Year) = 100 Points
Captured: Lucius Malfoy (Fifth Year) = 50 Points
Captured: Rodolphus Lestrange (Fifth Year) = 50 Points
Captured: Rabastan Lestrange (Fifth Year) = 50 Points
Captured: Antonin Dolohov (Fifth Year) = 40 Points
Captured: Augustus Rookwood (Fifth Year) = 40 Points
Captured: Walden Macnair (Fifth Year) = 40 Points
Captured: Crabbe (Fifth Year) = 30 Points
Captured: Avery Jr. (Fifth Year) = 25 Points
Captured: Jugson (Fifth Year) = 10 Points
Captured: Nott (Fifth Year) = 10 Points
Captured: Mulciber (Fifth Year) = 10 Points
Captured: Gibbon (Fifth Year) = 10 Points
Captured: Watts (Fifth Year) = 10 Points
Captured: Melson (Fifth Year) = 10 Points
Captured: Mercer (Fifth Year) = 10 Points
Subtotal: 3,110 points
Hogwarts letters destroyed (50 max) = -100 Points
Lost: Sirius (Third Year) = -150 Points
Lost: [?] to another = -500 Points
Lost: [?] to another = -300 Points
Lost: [?] to another = -300 Points
Lost: [?] to another = -300 Points
Lost: [?] to another = -300 Points
Trusted: "The Iscariot" = -300 Points
Never Met: "The Messiah" = -1000 Points
Never Met: "The Believer" = -400 Points
Never Met: "The Charmed" = -400 Points
Never Met: "The Zeppo" = -400 Points
Never Met: "The Doctor" = -300 Points
Died: Sirius Black (Fifth Year) = -800 Points
Acted inappropriately towards relationships = -150 Points
Died A Teen = -200 Points
Subtotal = -5,895 Points
Final Total: -2,780 points
Rating: Loser!
Alignment: Pure Light {Self-sacrificing Savior}
Karma: Naively Light {Inspiring Martyr}
~ Archetypes Unlocked ~
Negative Score! Unlocked "Useless Harry"!
Saved Philosopher's Stone! Unlocked "Harry Flamel"!
Infected with Phoenix Tears and Basilisk Venom in One Session! Unlocked "Chimera Harry"!
Lucius Malfoy Defeated! Unlocked "Harry Malfoy"!
Inspiring Martyr Karma! Unlocked "Harry the Saint"!
Light Alignment and Light Karma in {Harry James Potter} Archetype! Unlocked "Light Lord Potter"!
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"…I'm going to go out on a limb here and just make a guess that I'm in Hell." Harry deadpanned as he stared at the paper in his hands. "This is one of those things that drive people to drinking, I'm guessing."
After proceeding to look around the Great Hall look-alike for a minute in stunned belief, he proceeded to let out a string of invective staggering in both its variety and breadth, and seemed to provide proof in a possible linguistic proficiency that the young man could possibly purse later on in life, and to possibly exponential levels.
After he calmed down a bit, and thought things over in his head, he had three(ish) probable causes for the situation he was in:
1.) The Weasley Twins, Voldemort or someone else decided this was a good prank/torture idea.
2.) He had lost his mind, and was actually currently in a psychiatric hospital.
Or…
3.) He had actually been killed by Unbridge, but because of an unknown factor, his life was now a video game.
He so hoped that it was the First.
Considering his luck, it was probably the Third.
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After he had reasoned things over in his mind, he noticed the horseshoe-like symbol at the bottom of the paper was blinking white every other second. On…off…on…off…
Hoping that it would give him an answer to the…conundrum…he was in, he touched his finger to the symbol, regardless of the common sense that was screaming against it.
At the last second, he remembered in time, but his finger just touched the symbol. He squeezed his eyes shut and waited…and waited. About ten seconds later, he opened his eyes to see that it was still blinking, as if touching it had no effect. Considering what had happened, that was likely to be right.
Suddenly, his eyes widened in surprise and childish glee. Before he could think over what he was doing, he proceeded to pull out his wand (which he was surprised to have here) and tapped it to the symbol.
Immediately, all ink vanished from the page, like the Marauder's Map or Riddle's Diary, before words started appearing as if there was an invisible quill writing it all out.
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