HARRY POTTER:Start again System

It all made no sense to him. He always thought his strength was his intelligence and that he had the worse luck of anyone he knew.

Deciding not to question it too much, he opened up the booklet he'd nicked and quickly read through it. However, with exception to some things about skills and perks, he couldn't find many things that seemed like they were very useful. He quickly grew frustrated with it and stuffed it back into his pocket. It took a few seconds, but once the frustration had left him, Harry wondered if there were actually any skills or something similar that was a part of the game.

Hoping that the game still had its voice command thing going for it, Harry called out, "Skills."

Just then a box appeared before him, showing three different sections. Harry clicked one and a red box popped out.

A Gamer's Mind(Passive-Dynamic)

Allows the user to calmly and logically think things through. Allows peaceful state of mind, immune to psychological status and effects.

Harry could've yelled with relief. He knew it! There was something influencing his mind. Maybe it wasn't as malicious as some weird drugs, but that didn't change the fact that he was right. It certainly explained why he was being so calm about all this. He wasn't necessarily a person who lacked inner calm, but the way facts and events were easily fitting together in his mind was extremely unnatural and not like him. Before this, he would freak out about the fact that he could always regrow his hair when it was cut, but due to this skill, he felt calm and collected in the face of all this life-changing stuff, which was...quite welcome.

Harry then went back and saw the other two skills he had;

-A Gamer's Body(Passive-Static)

Grants the user a body that allows the user to live the real world like a game.

-Skill: Physical Endurance, Lv.1 (10%)

Your Body's durability increased and you take less damage.

3% less damage from physical attacks.

Harry read and re-read the Gamer's Body skill. If what it was saying was true, then his earlier metaphor of this feeling like a new operating system of himself probably had more weight than he had first imagined.

Pausing to take a look at his levels in the skills, Harry frowned. He wasn't very good in these areas either. He was going to have to find out some stuff about how this all worked and do a lot of leveling up if he wanted to get any-

'NO!' Harry suddenly thought.

He didn't know what this whole thing was, and the fact that it was influencing his mind combined with the fact that his first thought was to jump right into the grind of things in this Game was an incredibly suspicious thing to happen. Perhaps the best thing to do was to not do anything...

Yet somehow, even as he thought it, the thought and its accompanying wariness were fading from his mind, and it vanished the moment a sudden ping rang in his ears.

Ping!

Quest Alert!

Find someone to teach you about video games so you can be good at your life which is now a video game!

Rewards:

50xp

YES/NO?

Harry read it. 50xp! That would take him a real notch up towards a level up!

With a grin, he quickly pressed yes, earlier doubts forgotten.

He suddenly paused as another question popped into his head. Where did the quest come from? Did it come from himself, or was there a game master out there reading his thoughts and making things up for him to do? Harry wondered about that and then decided to try a little experiment of sorts. If it was his own aspirations and thoughts that made his quests, then if he concentrated hard enough, he could make his own quest.

So he took a deep breath and focused on the most absurd thought he could think of. All of a sudden,

'Ping!'

'No bloody way,' he muttered as he read the quest in front of him.

Quest Alert!

Turn the Dursleys into sperm whales.

Rewards:

100xp

YES/NO?

Harry quickly pressed no and sighed to himself. It seemed like he was the one setting the goals and deciding on the quests, although it seemed like someone else determined the rewards for completing his quests. It was all just too confusing.

'Ping!'

For learning about the game mechanics and figuring out how quests work(somewhat) you have gained 1 INT!

Harry blinked before he pulled up his status screen and there it was;

INT-2

He was starting to see a pattern with the stats now. Wise decisions seemed to make him wiser and learning new things made him smarter. If he had to wager, he would put his money on exercise making him stronger and a healthier diet making his vitality go up. He was blanking on ideas for Luck though. It seemed strange that such a random thing could be quantified into a simple number.

Harry wiped all the boxes away and cleared his head trying to think. Something strange was up with this whole Game, something that he was missing because he knew so little about games in general.

Shaking his head and pushing those thoughts to the back of his mind, Harry patted down the soil around the stem of the bush he was working on and turned to look at the clock through the window. With a sharp jolt of panic, he realized that he was running late for class.

'Crap!' Harry thought as he dashed into the house and into his cupboard. As he was hurriedly putting on his uniform, a sudden ping distracted him, much to his annoyance.

Ping!

Quest Alert!

You're late! Get to class on time!

Reward:

20xp

Failure:

Detention

Less reputation with everyone in class

YES/NO?

Harry frowned as he immediately pressed yes and focused on getting ready. Quickly, he finished his bath, put on his well worn St. Grogory's uniform and rushed out of Number 4 Privet Drive, dashing off in the direction of his school, cursing the game for making him late.

Little did he know, being late had saved his life.

Harry turned the street corner, fully intent on running full speed into the school and slipping into the class, finding one of the other kids who played games and get as much information about Role Playing Games from them as possible, thus completing the Quest and get closer to leveling up. But all those ideas instantly vanished from his mind the moment he took in the sight in front of him.

The entire street was empty...unnaturally so. Not even the usually bustling shops around the end of the pathways had anyone in them, and the always busy sidewalks full of late students and class-bunk-ers were completely devoid of life.

No one was there.

No one except the three figures standing in a circle in front of the school's main gate.

No... not three, Harry realized as he approached quietly, trying not to draw attention to himself. There was a fourth, smaller form lying on the ground...someone familiar. It was too small to be Dudley, and too tall and lanky to be anyone from his gang, but Harry had definitely seen before.

Whoever it was, the rather sickeningly large puddle of red liquid surrounding him; blood, Harry realized with a lurch in his stomach; didn't bode well for him.

'Murderers.'