Title: Game Of Magic
This is a work of Fan fiction. All of the original characters, organizations, techniques, and events portrayed in this fictional literature are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictionally. Though the majority of the events and most characters take place in and are a part of writer J.K Rowling's world Harry Potter.
Summary: When Harry's younger brother became the WBWL and he became a gamer, who knew what powers were unleashed the moment? Older Gamer Harry! Realistic WBWL story! Merlin. Morgana. Dark Arts. Blood Magic. Ancient Magic. Necromancy. No SLASH/INCEST. Alive Lily/James. HP x Daphne x Fleur x Tonks. One-shot no longer! AU. Everyone is significantly stronger than cannon. Standard disclaimers.
WARNINGS: Ratings may go up to M. Annoying but realistic Ron, Ginny, Molly and Percy Weasely. No William/Fleur or Remus/Tonks. NO GOD MODE! Everyone in the story has been given a major power boost! EVERYONE! No Retries! No Save! Death means DEATH! Like you won't be able to do it an hourly basis.
Disclaimer- Even thought the story gets as AU as they come, the elements of story have been adapted from J.K. Rowling's incredible Harry Potter Series. Further elements have been taken from the manga "The Gamer" by Sang-ah. They own the elements respectively.
Normal speech: What the hell is this?
Demon/Summon/Enchanted or any Fusion speech: How should I know?
Human/Humanoid Thinking: You're over millennia years old! Shouldn't you know this stuff?
Demon/Summon/Enchanted or any Fusion Thinking: I only pretend to know everything! I look more badass that way.
Chapter 2: Beginning
In a manner eerily synchronised, the Lady and Heir of the Potter Family made a similar incantation and magic around them roared. The room was dark and if anyone bothered to look, the faint glow of magic revolving around them was a testament to the density and power of magic.
Faux!
The two dark red almost blood like wave of lacerating dark magic rushed towards their opponents and clashed, the lacerator of the lady overpowering those of her grandson quite easily.
"Now." The annoying voice spoke in Harry's mind. Harry knew that the voice was less of opinion and more of a command.
A command that he would be wise to follow, Harry knew. His compatriot was a long time gamer, far longer than even the Flamels had been alive. Having already hit level cap on most of his skill, his compatriot was one of the most dangerous entity in the world.
It was so pathetic that it was almost humorous! He, the Heir to houses of immovable earth and undousable fires was a puppet! The first mage in centuries, wielder of magic's long forgotten, host to two revered Family magic's and for what?!
"Now, my child. While there certainly a price of hosting me, even you can't deny the rewards involved." The voice was almost melodious. If only Harry was a little more gullible or a little less wise.
The fourteen year old didn't even bother with incantations or words. Frivolous wand waving was for the weak. Let alone someone like him, who was far above the concepts of wand itself. And what was the use of words for him? Words were for singers and speakers, not for mages!
Intent, understanding and application were all that mattered in the grand scheme of things. Magic was an expression of life and was hence all that mattered. If you could focus your intent on anything, If you could understand the subtle details of anything and if you could apply your entity on anything, then who is anybody to stop you at succeeding?
Dark magic coalesced around the fourteen year old. The voice in the depth of mind providing enough darkness to allow the shades of magic to shift towards the darker spectrum.
The hollow stick that resembled a wand was instantly pointed at the approaching spectrum of his grandmother's lethal cutter and magic gathered at the tip of the wood, the words roared by magic in the air itself.
Avada Kadevra.
The beam of magic instantly was released towards the opposition of his opponent, leaving nothing but a green flash of death in its wake. As the all too familiar sickly green colour roared towards her, Dorea Potter Black braced herself. She didn't know who was teaching her grandson, but they had been doing a splendid job.
Conjuro Alchemo Transfiguro
A three part spell that involved conjuring, basic alchemy and basic transfiguration. As a slab of granite was conjured in front of her, the alchemy soon transmutating the substance into solid steel while the transfiguration forced the steel to temporarily gain high density. On a second thought, she added another non-verbal charm. A transparency charm because she wanted to see the effects of her grandson's unforgivable.
An action that was justifiable to the extreme, if one knew what was to come next.
The cutting beam was almost about to approach the dark haired heir when the sickly green death ray intercepted it. There wasn't even a competition as the killing ripped through the cutter with ease and instantly continued its path. The dark magical cutter not even slowing down the unforgivable.
Dorea at this moment knew that her three part spell defence was by no means overdone. However, that was her biggest mistake in the duel. They said curiosity killed the cat and the proverb was never more evident as in her curiosity she failed to notice the fact that Harry had unleashed a banishing spell.
What followed was a series of events, the sequence being performed as it should in the opinion of the mage. The killing curse collided with the defence, the killing curse losing its momentum while the defence broke into tiny fragments and were suspended in the air for a second.
It was all the time the banisher needed as it banished the fragments into the grandmother. It seemed the title of Dark Lady wasn't just a title as despite being surprised, Dorea was able to apply an impervious charm that prevented an excessive damage to her body, though she wouldn't be able to breathe without cringing in the foreseeable future.
Just as she began to plan her re-entry into the duel, a Cruciatus from Harry erased any thought of planning. Three seconds into the curse immobilised her before Harry gave her two seconds of rest. Only two stun her at the end of the period.
"Weak!" The voice sneered out. Harry could easily feel that despite being the victor, the words were focussed at him as well. But that's what you get, for hosting someone like the voice. A creature that was easily on the level of Merlin himself.
"I admit her performance was disappointing but she didn't have the opportunity to display her more destructive magic's." Harry knew that the weak defence wouldn't last for a second and it didn't.
"Right, the opponent will give you an opportunity to display the more destructive magic." For a second, Harry wondered how anyone could cram so much sarcasm into a second before he the voice addressed him again.
"It doesn't matter in the end, my child." The voice was one more melodious and caring as the bipolar entity addressed him.
"You won and that's all there is to the matter. There is no difference in a loser that lost because he was magically weak and a loser that lost because he underestimated his opponent." An advice that no doubt came from wisdom achieved by aging old. Not for the first time, Harry wondered just how old the voice was.
"Still, I am disappointed at how weak my descendents have become." Harry rolled his eyes at the all too familiar expression.
"Colt." Harry called out as his personal elf materialised into existence and it was a single gesture with his thumb that Harry left his grandmother into the tender care of his personal elf. With a short sigh, Harry activated a reusable port-key. His friend at the gaming centre had shown him a game that he wanted to try out. The game was very old but it was one of the most iconic games of all time.
It was called Super Mario Bros.
With a sigh the Supreme Mugwump of Wizengamot sat down before he took a deep breath and reached for his bowl filled with lemon drops. Only for his hand to reach into nothing but air. Horrified, the Chief Warlock's spine straightened and his gaze sought the bowl. The sight that met his eyes nearly sent him to tears of joy. There, just outside his reach sat a yellow piece of candy.
Only a true human could understand the joy of one Albus Dumbledore. It happens to the best of us. You are getting late and you need socks or hairpins or something. And then just when it appears that you have exhausted all the supply, your gaze lands on the last of the object in question.
So one could forgive the actions that followed in the life of Albus Dumbledore. For a full minute, Albus Dumbledore just watched the candy with a gaze filled with lust. His minds conjuring illusions as the old headmaster hallucinated for a while and he could hear the candy begging him to let it go.
In a manner eerily similar to a villain, Albus Dumbledore let lose an evil laugh, "MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Then instantly there was a silence as the eccentric man looked at the piece of candy with a gaze filled with steel. Now similar to a murderer, Dumbledore reached for the candy like a killer reached for the throat of his victim. The thought of letting its prey go not even entering the mind of the predator.
And almost as if in a zap, Dumbledore had picked the piece of candy and in another flash Dumbledore was sucking on it. The candy slowly and steadily dissolving in his mouth with a burst of sour and sweet sugar tantalizing his taste buds while the rush temporarily overwhelmed the mind of the aged headmaster.
A soft crooning of his familiar soon made itself known as the gentle and soothing, yet powerful, voice of his familiar softly brought him back to the mortal world. The headmaster opened his eyes, eyes that he had closed to enjoy the taste of the candy and looked at his phoenix. Soon other sensation assaulted Albus. Albus focussed at the beady black eyes of the phoenix as he took in the smell of the wood of his mahogany desk. A magnificent piece of furniture that was actually far older than one would think, having endured since the Chief Warlock whose name time forgot, gifted it to Helga Hufflepuff.
So much enchanted that it was almost saturated with magic, even a millennia later.
A smell of old parchment wafted from the bookshelf on the left, a unique smell identifying the wood of the bookshelf to be same as the desk itself. Lazily on the aforementioned desk spun multiple magical devices. Some active and reporting about activities regarding the school, the ministry and the Wizengamot while some were content to be inactivated, waiting for time to be utilised.
A flutter of red colour drew his attention as the phoenix flew and landed near a piece of paper that was all too familiar. The daily prophet that had been delivered by a house elf, hours ago which now that Dumbledore thought about, he didn't had the chance to go through.
Not even bothering to pick up the Elder wand, Dumbledore wandlessly summoned the newspaper which lazily levitated itself into Dumbledore's waiting grasp. Dumbledore went through the title of the newspaper and instantly regretted the action.
Boy-Who-Lived Visited the Diagon Alley
Suddenly the sweet taste of the remnant of candy vanished, leaving a bitter taste in its wake.
With a motion that was hardly unpractised to him, Harry unlocked the non-magical room. A room constructed by the instructions of the voice. A massive killing curse inscribed in the floor of the room. A rune that cancelled any and all activities of the magic in the room with an exception of a Portkey that Harry carried on his person.
"Check for notifications." The voice said voice devoid of emotions this time.
Once more Harry wondered about the origins of the voice. Despite having discovered the voice nearly three years ago, Harry knew virtually nothing about the identity of the voice. He knew that the voice was his ancestor if it were to be believed, the voice was a ridiculously powerful Grand Archmage and a Master Sorcerer as well as being in existence since the time of the founders but it all contradicting with one thing.
The voice was not only a pioneer in technology; it was also a genius in economics and stock marketing. An anonymous muggle account provided by Gringotts to Harry had an account balance that was easily dozens of times bigger than Harry's considerable Trust Vault. Add to the fact that Harry was in possession of numerous stocks of multiple MNC's. Not to mention numerous other forms of assets like bonds, fixed deposits, shops, lands, apartments and precious metals.
And all that in hardly three years! Makes one wonder just how dangerous the voice is. Leaving those ponderings for later, Harry opened the notifications.
Quest Finished #161: Family Matters
Main Quest: Defeat Dorea in a duel. (Finished successfully)
Hidden Quest: Defeat Dorea in ten minutes. (Finished)
Hidden Quest: Defeat Dorea in five minutes. (Finished)
You have outstanding rewards. Claim them?
[Yes] [No]
"What kind of question is that?" Harry asked himself aloud as he claimed the rewards by using the [Yes] option. With barely any interest at all, Harry watched as rewards and loots were assigned to him. What was of interest was a scroll. A dark arts scroll.
Fiendfyre
Harry's mouth twisted into grin at the prospect of learning the fabled hellfire. Harry activated the scroll with a mental command.
You need to be a minimum of at least level 45 to learn this skill.
Wondering what level he was on, Harry called out, "Status." The all too familiar blue panel manifesting itself in front of him in a while.
Status Window
Name: Harry Potter
Title: The Gamer, Host of Ancestor
Level: 24
Next Level: 804/75,000 Experience Points
Status: Pre Hogwarts Student
Perks:
Mage Class: -100% wand wielding. You can no longer wield wand. Your Magic Level is governed by how much magic you can control i.e. Magic Control. [LvMax] Wandless Magic.
Parsel Tongue: You can talk to snakes and closely related families. +30% learning rate to spells when spoken in [Parsel Tongue]. +69% Magical cost to spells when spoken in [Parsel Tongue].
? : +75% [Mental Magic]. +15% learning [Dark Arts]. -15% to learning [Light Arts]. -10 % overall magical capacity/control.
Like Father like Son: +25% [Transfiguration]. +25% [duelling]. -20% [Astronomy]. -20% [History].
Mama's Boy: +25% [Charms]. +25% [Potions]. -10% [Mental Magic]
Black Heritage: +20% [Mental Magic], +20% [Dark Magic], -15% [Light Magic]
Potter Heritage: +25% [Light Magic], -5% [Dark Magic]
For reasons Harry didn't knew the game seemed to revolve around Hogwarts and was using Hogwarts as a reference. The voice seemed to mention something about Hogwarts being older than other schools and later the game interface will change, though the answer still eluded Harry.
Basically the game stacked levels in a simple manor. Everyone started Hogwarts at age of 15. Having gained normally a level an year, each person was usually at level 15. There were exceptions like Harry who still had a while till the school started and was already nine levels ahead then what he should be.
Then the advantages of joining Hogwarts would shine through. Hogwarts allowed you to gain a massive 3 levels an year, regardless how hard the life and education gets.
Well saying 3 levels is not true to be honest. Three levels are gained in a year only if you gain an average of Outstanding in the school examinations. Get an average of Exceeding Expectations and you will get two levels an year. An average of Acceptable? Just one level. It should be clear the rewards of getting an average below that.
So it basically boiled down to something like this.
For barely passing Hogwarts, you will start at level 15 and end up at level 22, having gained a level each year.
For being an average student, you will start at level 15 and end up at level 29, the level of most adults, having gained two levels each year.
For being an exemplary student, you will start at level 15 and will end up at level 36 or more, having gained three levels an year.
There were multiple deviations from the system as people tend to do better or worse each year causing the levels gained to vary but the average among adults is level 29 always. Additionally, the outstanding students may gain more than three levels each year. Being a prefect bought another level while being the Head boy/Head girl bought two of them.
Also, the electives had value for taking them. Taking and completing harder electives like Arithmancy and Ancient Runes will reward you two levels but fail them and you will lose two levels, offcourse the harder electives open opportunities for you. Simpler electives will not give rewards but won't take them either.
The most rewarding aspects of Hogwarts were the Masteries which provided an additional ten levels for each completion but were easily the hardest venue to be taken.
The importance of levelling system came from the fact that at later stages, the difference became more and more pronounced.
A level 100 player can trounce a group of level 99 players. A league of level 95 players will be required to take down a level 100. And an army of normal wizards will be slaughtered by a mere level 80. Terrifying, isn't it? All of this could be found under the gaming manual.
"What would my betrothed want from me?" Harry asked in a polite tone. He had sensed her moments before she came in the room. This was one topic that was very embarrassing to Harry. Fucking Dads who got drunk and thought arranging their kids marriage was a prank. His almost same aged betrothed raising her eyebrow at the title.
"Wotcher, Harry." Nymphadora Tonks greeted him.
All in a day of the Game of Magic.
Albus Dumbledore stood in the cemetery of Godric Hollow. It was times like this that he wondered if the women of the Dumbledore families were cursed or if they were simply unlucky.
His mother's grave was on the left of him. His sister's in the front of him. His daughter's in the right of him.
"Hello Mother, how are you?" Albus began the one-sided conversation that he had conducted for well over a century. The orchids lying on the grave.
"I am fine. Strong and smart as ever, you know. Though I do think that I look quite dashing in the new beard style. I have purchased this new brush that has been doing wonders you see. Also there is this new shampoo on the muggle market that is quite simply the best." Albus took a breath before continuing.
"I wonder if I should teach to Severus about the wonders of shampoo." A good natured chuckle would have been heard in the area had the silencing charms not been impervious.
"That's a fruitless endeavour, if I ever saw one." Dumbledore commented before moving to his sister's grave. Fresh daffodils in front of it. His sister loved daffodils, especially from the untamed flora behind their old home.
"I visited Gellert, you know. Still as sane as ever." Dumbledore said sarcastically.
"Never understood that one. On a better note, the lemon drops are getting cheaper. Students seem to be getting dumber and dumber in my opinion. I blame Twilight for it. Vampires that can walk in sunlight! Please." The tickets to the latest Twilight movie in Dumbledore's pocket, decided to give him a paper cut next time. Coincidence? Perhaps. But say what you want to say, it didn't change the fact that Dumbledore absolutely adored the romantic vampire saga.
At last Dumbledore moved to his daughter's grave. It was obvious that his son-in-law had beaten him once more. Every day after midnight, a set of bouquet of beautiful white roses would replace the one before them. Incredibly powerful blood wards preventing them from being removed from their place.
"I never understood the actions of Fawkes years ago. I think I finally gained a semblance of understanding today." The dance of father-daughter conversation began.
"When I brought the Marauders in my office for the first time, I was most hopeful that it would end up with one of them being my apprentice, honey." The memories were dragged from the depth of the mind.
"Would it be James, the rich and spoiled Gryffindor? Fawkes shot him down in seconds along with the rebellious Mr. Black. An action that confounded me for years."
"Lily and Severus were the same, So much potential denied by my own familiar. I never understood why. I think I finally know why."
"They all were weak." Dumbledore said while putting the morning's newspaper on the grave. A photo of the boy-who-lived being spoiled by numerous people including his relatives and Remus.
"They can't face the allure of glory, then how can they hope to face allure of the dark?" Dumbledore questioned himself before he said his goodbyes.
The worst of problems being that he knew something was off with the downfall of his Son-in-law. Thomas Potter was an average child with no mark of Dark Lord on him. Despite the shit Daily Potter spewed, Dumbledore knew that the scar on Thomas was completely normal. His experience making sure that he could see a scar caused by dark magic and Thomas didn't have one.
Additionally, Dorea was doing whatever possible to isolate Harry Potter, the only person who could have witnessed whatever happened. The situation was incredibly suspicious and it bothered Albus to no end.
With those thoughts Dumbledore apparated away, three graves in his wake.
A grave in left of his mother, Kendra Dumbledore.
A grave in front of his sister, Arianna Dumbledore.
A grave in right of his daughter, Arianna Riddle nee Dumbledore .
(EVIL CLIFFHANGER SPELL!)