Hello. I do not own Harry Potter. I've been reading fanfiction for years, but I decided to be an author, and this is my way of practicing writing compelling storytelling. The English language is not my native. I aim to publish one chapter a month because I work full time, and sometimes, I don't have enough time to sit and think it through. The story will contain Harry progression, not only that, we will have plenty of drama, action and romance. It won't happen quickly, though. This is my first time publishing something online, so please give me constructive feedback.

Chapter One: Chord Left


The 27th of July 1994.

The late July sun-scorched relentlessly over the Surrey area, showing no mercy towards the Muggles. The wind, which might have brought some much-needed relief, seemed to be mocking their desperate pleas. Those who hadn't yet lost their sanity hid away in the comfort of their homes, hoping to escape the unforgiving rays of the sun. But there was one person who didn't seem to mind the heat. Sitting on a nearly destroyed bench in the nearby park on Privet Drive was a young boy, lost in thought. He wore round glasses that hid his green eyes, which he occasionally adjusted with a careless flick of his hand. He looked into the distance, searching for something he couldn't grasp. He wore an oversized white T-shirt with "Zero 7" written on it, paired with brown shorts and tattered sneakers, making him look like a laid-back hippie. This boy was about to turn fourteen in a few days but wasn't sure if he should be happy about it. The past year had been full of adventures but also worries. He had met his godfather, Sirius Black, who most of the wizarding world believed to be a dangerous serial killer.

Harry had recently met his new guardian, a man he didn't know much about, and the encounter had left him feeling uneasy. However, he was grateful that he finally had someone to look after him. Harry had been left to fend for himself for far too long, with no one to care for him. The Dursleys, the family he had lived with before, had shown him no love or affection, treating him like a servant instead. Even with Dumbledore at Hogwarts, Harry still felt a sense of loneliness. He was an orphaned boy, about to turn fourteen, with no family left. In his solitude, Harry had plenty of time to think about his life and the circumstances that had led him to where he was now. He had been forced to grow up quickly and had never had the chance to experience a proper childhood. The constant mistreatment from the Dursley family had done nothing to boost his self-esteem. Despite feeling uncomfortable around his new guardian, the mere presence of a grown man playing his protector's role comforted him. But deep down, Harry knew that he was still alone in this world. His shallow relationships with others cannot help him overcome his problems. The only family he had ever known had been taken from him, and he was left to navigate the complexities of life as an orphaned child.

As Harry delved deeper into his meditative state, he became completely detached from his surroundings. The scene before him was nothing short of mesmerizing; a solitary young boy, isolated and surrounded by emptiness. His heart was heavy with a palpable sadness, both metaphorically and in reality. The silence that enveloped him was broken only by the gentle rustling of the leaves, stirred by a soft breeze that occasionally swept through the nearby tree. Despite the movement, Harry remained utterly oblivious to his surroundings, consumed by the all-encompassing darkness that had taken hold of his heart. It was a bitter irony to be trapped in the scorching inferno of a July day yet feel so cold inside; a stark contrast mirrored his inner turmoil.

The world suddenly stopped, and a deafening silence filled the air. Harry felt an uncomfortable sensation inside him, almost as if he were filled with air like a balloon. He took a deep breath, but the feeling persisted. Opening his eyes, he realized he was no longer in the park. Instead, he was surrounded by a bright, blinding white light that perplexed him.

Desperately trying to find answers, Harry shouted, "Hello!" but there was no response. The silence was overwhelming, and he began to feel increasingly anxious until a blue window suddenly appeared in front of him. It read, "Hello. You may call me System. Starting today, you are a player."

Harry was confused and thought it was some kind of joke. He pulled out his wand and said, "Finite Incantatem," hoping to break the spell, but nothing happened. The blue window vibrated, and another one appeared that read, "Magic spells do not work on the system because the system is the creator of magic in the first place."

Harry was bewildered and didn't know what to do. Another window stated, "The System will not give you further instructions. You will be returned to the real world in 7 seconds."

As the countdown began, Harry felt that uncomfortable sensation again. When he opened his eyes, he found himself back in the park. The sadness and nostalgia he had felt earlier were replaced by curiosity and wonder.

"What just happened?" Harry exclaimed aloud.

Harry's feet hit the ground as he leaped off the wooden bench and approached Dursley's house. His steps were slow and measured, and his mind was occupied by a flurry of thoughts. A flood of questions swirled around in his head, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of confusion and uncertainty. He was still trying to understand what had happened and what it all meant. In particular, he was grappling with the concept of the "system" and what it implied for him as a player.

When Harry was young, his cousin Dudley introduced him to computer games, where he could create his own character, assign stats, and complete quests. However, what Harry found himself experiencing now was not a mere game but reality itself. As a wizard, Harry already lived in a world wholly concealed from Muggles, but now he felt like he was becoming a "player" in a different sense, something he couldn't fully understand. The confusion and complexity gave him a pounding headache, so he simply ignored it and quickly made his way home.

The sun's warmth enveloped Harry, and he felt a sense of control wash over him. It was surprising, as he had been overwhelmed with negative emotions before. Harry thought altering his emotional state at will was abnormal, but he enjoyed the newfound ability. Suddenly, a blue window appeared before him, causing him to scream. He panicked, turning to check if any Muggles were nearby, as he didn't want to be seen by anyone. The Dursleys would use this as an excuse to berate him.

" As a player, you have two innate passive skills. To learn more, check "Status" "

Harry stood on the sidewalk of Privet Drive, feeling apprehensive. He had just read a message and was now contemplating his next move. After a moment of hesitation, he whispered to himself, "Status." In response, a window appeared before him, much larger than the previous ones he had seen. The background was a serene shade of blue, while the border was an angry dark blue, making it stand out. In the left corner of the window, he noticed a small minimalist "?" button, which he almost missed. On the right side, there was a large "Settings" button, which caught his attention.

But first, he focused on the contents of the window.

Name: Harry Potter

Occupation: Wizard

Level: 1 (0/300 XP)

Age: 13

HP: 101/101

WP: 90/90

STR: 4

VIT: 5

INT: 4

WIS: 3

Total Points: 0

Passive Skills:

Gamer Body (MAX): The user can treat the real world with all the systems known from computer games, allowing you to become a full-fledged "player." Sleep restores health and wizard points and removes all adverse effects.

Gamer's Mind (MAX): The user can deal with negative emotions and stress in conflict situations by bringing them to their senses. The mind's logical functioning is increased, and resistance to psychological effects is increased.

? (MAX): ?

Harry was overcome with a profound sense of shock as he gazed at the window before him. A third passive skill with no description was even more unsettling and was denoted by "?". However, he quickly suppressed his emotions, thanks to his passive skills, which helped him turn his disbelief into logical reasoning. The skills were so practical that Harry felt he was no longer controlling his emotions.

Despite his confusion, Harry's curiosity got the better of him, and he recalled the "Settings" button. Without much thought, he pressed the button with his finger, and another window appeared on the screen. The new window was packed with information, and Harry was still determining whether he had the skills to understand it all. The Settings tab was a trove of information, with an abundance of options and features. Harry felt overwhelmed by the sheer amount of information presented on the screen. However, the layout was designed for ease of comprehension, and Harry quickly grasped the purpose of each setting.

He began by disabling voice activation and selecting mental commands instead. It was a wise decision, as he didn't want to be caught whispering to himself in public.

The window settings had a plethora of options, ranging from colors to sizes to styles, but Harry decided to keep the default settings for colors. However, he did make changes to the notification settings. He minimized all new windows, with a notification count appearing in the lower left corner for unread messages, notifications, and status changes. This way, Harry could control his notifications and check them at his convenience without disrupting his routine.

The next thing Harry decided to do was to understand his status and what the values meant. To do this, he pressed the small "?" button, which opened another large window explaining each character's stats.

Strength is a crucial characteristic for any wizard or witch. It measures physical power and determines the strength of destructive spells. The more strength you have, the more dangerous power you can unleash. For instance, you can cast spells like Bombarda with greater force and impact. However, less destructive spells like Wingardium Leviosa will be affected less by strength.

Vitality measures overall health and endurance. It shows how much damage you can take and how quickly you can recover from it. A higher vitality stat means you have more health and can regenerate it faster. This characteristic is significant for witches and wizards engaging in combat or physically demanding activities.

Intelligence is another vital characteristic that directly affects your spellcasting abilities. It determines the strength of your spells and the amount of Wizard Points (WP) you can use. If your Intelligence is high enough, it can reduce the WP you need to cast spells. Additionally, it is responsible for WP regeneration, so it is essential to maintain a balance between Intelligence and WP.

Wisdom measures perception and charisma. It includes the ability to use subtle social skills to your advantage. A higher wisdom stat allows you to read people better, persuade them more effectively, and navigate social situations more easily. This characteristic is handy for witches and wizards who interact with people frequently.

HP stands for Health Points, representing how much damage you can take. If your HP drops to zero, you die. This characteristic is essential for survival, and keeping it high to avoid death is crucial.

WP stands for Wizard Points, and it represents your magical energy. If your WP drops to zero, your magical core is exhausted, and you won't be able to cast spells. It can also cause fatigue in your body, so it is crucial to maintain a balance between WP and spellcasting.

Harry made sure to close all the windows before setting off towards Mr. and Mrs. Dursley's house, deep in thought and processing all the information he had gathered. The weight of it all had initially overwhelmed him, but gradually, everything was coming together logically and coherently. He knew that more new things might come up, but for now, he decided to push them aside and head home.

Once he reached his room, he closed the door and sat down with his faithful companion, Hedwig, to think it through. He felt confused and uncertain about where he fits with this new information.

After a while, Harry concluded there was no point in sharing these new revelations with his friends or Sirius. He knew they would never believe him, so he kept everything to himself, pondering it alone.

Harry found himself once again trapped in the depths of his melancholic state, feeling increasingly isolated and alone. As he gazed at the world around him, he realized that what he saw was merely a reflection of his turmoil. He thought our environment is shaped by our subjective projections, necessary to materialize our spiritual states and intense experiences. As Harry pondered the intentionality of spiritual states, he realized that they complement and postulate each other, indicating that they cannot remain completely pure.

But why, Harry wondered, does melancholy require an unconsummated exteriority? He realized that negative states such as melancholy arise from feelings of emptiness and inwardness caused by weariness. Weariness separates us from the world and things around us, leading to fatigue, which becomes the primary organic determinant of cognition. This separation from the world leads to melancholy arising from life's uncertain and problematic regions. Harry understood that melancholy is fertile for cognition but arid for life.

Harry removed his spectacles and rubbed his eyes with a weary hand, exhausted by the day's events. His gaze was fixed on the wall before him, and his mind was lost. He pondered deeply, "Am I too young to delve into the depths of philosophical musings?" His voice was tinged with bitterness as he spoke to himself. Harry heard a notification sound and noticed a number 1 icon in the bottom left corner of his screen. He opened the notification area and found a small message box that stated his wisdom had increased by 1. The message advised that looking within oneself is a characteristic of wise individuals.

"Interesting."

Harry was aware that he was undergoing changes in his personality, but he felt powerless to stop them. He turned to stoic philosophy to help him cope with his situation and adopted the notion that there was no point in worrying about things he couldn't control. During his private lessons with the wise Professor Lupin, he learned about the stoic approach to life and the intricacies of casting the Patronus spell. This education taught him how to defend himself against dark magic and gave him a deeper understanding of life's complexities. He hoped that by doing so, he would find peace of mind and avoid being consumed by the problems plaguing him. Despite his efforts to distance himself from these issues, he couldn't help but worry about their impact on his life and relationships with others. Harry suspected the sudden changes in his personality were due to the System since becoming a player.

He was experiencing an unusual shift in consciousness and personality, something he had never experienced before. It felt like he was slowly transforming into someone else, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. Despite feeling confused and uncertain, he decided not to take any action and accepted whatever fate had in store.

Harry's impending fourteenth birthday made him realize that his childhood would soon end. He felt a mix of emotions - bitter and sweet at the same time. Unlike other kids, he never enjoyed his childhood as it was taken away from him and his parents. This left him feeling lonely and isolated. He noticed that his companion, Hedwig, was distressed. He comforted her before heading downstairs to make himself a sandwich. As he descended the stairs, he saw his Aunt Petunia staring at him disapprovingly. Harry greeted her politely by saying, "Good evening, Auntie."

Upon receiving his polite tone, Petunia raised an eyebrow and responded curtly, "Clean up the kitchen tonight. We have guests tomorrow, so it's best if you're not home. And if you are, don't leave the room." Harry heard the sound of a new message but ignored it for the moment and looked his Aunt straight in the eye before replying, "Okay." Petunia then turned and went upstairs without waiting for a further response, returning to Uncle Vernon's living room, where they were watching their evening television program.

Entering the kitchen with a slow, quiet step, Harry decided to read the message without a second thought. A new window appeared before his eyes, informing him of a new task. Blinking his eyes in disbelief, Harry looked at the information.

There are missions in this System? he thought incredulously.

New Quest!

A whole day away from home!

The Dursleys don't want you to disturb them on what is a significant day for them. Find something else to do!

Success: Experience and a random item.

Failure: The Dursleys' dissatisfaction dampened spirits for the rest of the holiday.

Do you accept the task? Y/N?

Harry didn't give it much thought and simply clicked the "Yes" button. Suddenly, the window was minimized, and a new "Tasks" tab appeared in the top left corner. It was a small and minimalist tab; by clicking on it, he could expand the list of tasks. Upon clicking on each task, he could read its specific details.

The kitchen was in good condition, although the sink was full of dirty dishes that needed to be put in the dishwasher. Some pots that were not dishwasher-safe had to be washed by hand, but after years of being a house elf for the Dursleys, Harry had learned that complaining would not make a difference. So, he began to load the dishwasher and washed the two dirty pots, placing them on the dryer. He was already hungry, so he decided to make himself a sandwich. His mind was calm with information as it usually was, and he appreciated the peace of the clean and tidy kitchen. Photos of his adoptive family were hanging on the wall, showing them happiness. The walls were painted white, and the kitchen looked modern. Harry slowly ate his peanut butter sandwich but realized he needed more protein to build muscle as a teenager. Although peanut butter was a source of healthy fats that improved brain function, he needed a protein boost.

Harry's stomach grumbled as he thought about what to have for protein. After a moment of contemplation, he decided on scrambled eggs with mozzarella. With a smile, he reached the bottom drawer to grab the necessary pans. However, in his eagerness, he failed to notice Petunia standing in the doorway, watching him with a disapproving expression.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Petunia asked in a squeaky voice. "You were supposed to be cleaning up!"

Harry replied without even turning his head, "Can't you see? I haven't been home all day, and the kitchen's already cleaned up. So, of course, I'm making myself something to eat." He cracked some eggs into a hot pan and waited momentarily before stirring them. Later, he added cheese. When he finally turned his head, Petunia was gone.

"This house is full of weirdos." - Harry thought.

After a long day, Harry returned to his room and collapsed onto his bed. As he lay there, his thoughts drifted back to the morning when he had received letters from his friends and godfather, Sirius, via a group of owls. Although initially excited to read them, his mood had dampened. He had left the letters untouched, fearing that his melancholic state would ruin the joyous mood they would bring. But as the room's darkness engulfed him, Harry's curiosity improved, and he reached out for the letters. With a deep breath, he resolved to read the one from Sirius first.

Dear Harry,

I hope you are well and that your Aunt and uncle are not tormenting you too much. I continue to hide with Buckbeak in warm lands and am well, but it is not yet time for me to return to England. Let me know how your holiday with the Dursleys goes.

Sirius

The letter was short and breezy, but Harry hadn't expected anything else. He had received a letter from Sirius not that long ago, explaining that he was the one who had sent him Firebolt and that he had given him permission to go to Hogsmeade. But Ron's letter was much more enjoyable. Watching the Quidditch final was a fantastic opportunity. Harry felt the excitement rising in him at the thought. After all, he was on the Gryffindor team himself. The final was to be held on the 25th of August, so there was still quite a bit of time to go, and the Weasleys were to receive him on Sunday, the 24th. A whole two weeks before, he had to break away from the Dursleys.

Harry,

We have tickets for the Quidditch final, which is on Monday night. We will pick you up on Sunday beforehand. Please keep us updated on how you are doing with the Dursleys. Also, Percy has started working at the Ministry, but please only mention it if you are interested in hearing him talk endlessly about his work.

Ron

Harry carefully laid the letters on the table and sank into his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He was lost in thought, a pastime he had long practiced when uncertain what to do next. As he lay there, he began to realize how fascinating it was to let his mind wander, to think about the world and all its complexities. Harry often felt that people were too preoccupied with the world around them to take the time to look inside themselves to explore the thoughts, wishes, and dreams that lay dormant within. He was acutely aware of the raw emotions that every person carried with them, the love, sadness, and suffering that made up the very essence of life. Harry couldn't help but wonder about the nature of the System and how it affected the people around him, including Sirius and Hermione. He had so many questions and worries, but for the moment, he was too exhausted to ponder them further. His eyelids grew heavy, and before he knew it, he had fallen into a deep sleep.

The 28th of July 1994.

When Harry woke up the next day, he immediately realized three things. Firstly, he had a nightmare about an old man whom Voldemort killed. Secondly, Voldemort was planning to kill someone else. Lastly, he saw Wormtail, who betrayed the Potters and caused Sirius to flee from the law. Additionally, he noticed a blue message saying, "You slept in your bed. HP and WP renewed." Harry made the message disappear with a wave and immediately reached for his wand on the bedside table. There was an odd feeling in his bones, a sense of tension that seemed out of place.

Harry's eyes scanned the room with great care and precision from the comfort of his bed. Suddenly, his attention was captured by a pulsating purple circle in the far corner of the room. The circle was brimming with incredible energy, filling the space with an otherworldly glow. Despite its silence, the circle seemed to stretch up to the ceiling, like a portal to another dimension.

Harry was utterly awestruck by the sheer power emanating from the circle. He felt a sense of wonder and curiosity as he gazed at it with excitement and apprehension. He wondered if this was a doorway to another world or a glimpse into some unknown realm beyond human understanding.

As Harry lay there, he couldn't help but feel the circle's energy pulsating through his body as if it were trying to communicate with him. He felt connected to this mysterious object and wanted to understand its purpose and significance. Clutching his wand, he pointed it at the strange, mysterious object, but before he could decide what to do, several messages appeared before his eyes.

One-time reward:

Gate Master

+5 to Intelligence

Congratulations, you have successfully encountered the Gate for the first time.

Harry felt a surge of energy flow into his body, making him feel more powerful and vital. He attributed this to the five extra intelligence points he had gained.

Unfortunately, the following message was not pleasant. What the hell was this Gate? Why did it appear in his room, and what should he do with it? The Dursleys have an important meeting today! And according to the order he had received earlier, he was not to disturb them today. A giant pulsating portal to another dimension is undoubtedly not the quintessence of "stay away and not disturb."

Gates

Gates are portals scattered throughout the world to other time-trapped spaces. They must be defeated within a week of encountering them, for if the Gate is not suppressed, all the monsters inside will be released into the real world, spreading fear and destruction.

The Gate must be suppressed, but how? Harry got up from the bed and paced frantically around the room. Should I go in? Harry looked at his wand and the Gate but didn't know what to do. His attention was caught by the message "Holly Wand," which appeared as Harry concentrated on his wand. Blinking in surprise, Harry turned his gaze to the Gate and tested his theory.

Purple Gate, Level C

Harry felt frustrated, as the information he received could have been more helpful. He couldn't find a way out of his situation. The System had informed him that he had only one week to suppress it. Taking a deep breath, Harry decided to move forward despite the powerful energy coming out of the Gate, which made the blood in his veins bubble.

The urge to kill that overwhelmed him didn't assist him in making his ultimate choice, but the bravery he acquired from facing Voldemort and other challenges at Hogwarts forced Harry to stop contemplating and take action.

Holy shit, Harry said aloud and then jumped inside.


Thank you for reading.

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Harry Stats:

Name: Harry Potter

Occupation: Wizard

Level: 1 (0/300 XP)

Age: 13

HP: 101/101

WP: 120/120

STR: 4

VIT: 5

INT: 9

WIS: 4

Total Points: 0

Rewards:

Gate Master

Skills/Passives:

Gamer Body (MAX), Gamer Mind, (MAX) ? (MAX)

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