12 Chapter 9

Harry's eyes widened when a small green window popped up in his corner of vision telling him that his Parseltongue skill was active. He quickly weaved through the crowd over to the snake and picked it up gently.

The snake didn't seem to be too pleased with that development.

"Put me down you grubby son of a maggot lodged scum bucket! I will rip off your slimy little two-legged nose and shove it up your lily white butt you little miff backed moron. I have contacts in high places! The Prime Minister's garden snakes are my friends. I could have you thrown in a ditch with a flick of my tail. I will make you rue the day you picked me up you dim-witted little twit-"

"Language" Harry interrupted the snake as he took it to a nearby alleyway.

"You speak! " The snake said, seemed a little shocked.

"I do," Harry said bemusedly as he set the snake down away from the trampling traffic of people on the other side of the street.

"Then you should understand perfectly when I tell you to bugger off you little wimp. Fucking snake speakers thinking themselves to be the king of reptiles for being able to talk like proper snakes." The snake spat as it slithered off into a hole.

Harry paused for a minute to scratch his head at what just happened, wondering if he should've been offended, before shrugging it off and continuing on his journey back home, swiftly dissolving into the crowd.

Harry reached the neighborhood near Privet Drive to find it burning with sweltering heat. Looking around, he saw that all the shops were closed and there was no place to find shade. Deciding that he wasn't feeling like fainting and taking yet another trip to the hospital, Harry made up his mind and headed towards the park.

He quickly found a secluded spot near a corner shaded by the thick trees and sat down on the bench after making sure no one was looking at him. He couldn't help but marvel at how peaceful it was without all the people in it. Closing his eyes, he let himself be immersed in the sounds of the animals, who were in the park seeking shade from the sun just like he was. He slowly let himself relax a bit, and finally, after a long time, Harry felt at peace.

Ping!

"Oh what now?!" he angrily snapped and sat up to look at the strange new window that had opened up in front of him.

You have entered the wards of Privet Drive! Due to Home Turf you have gained a boost!

1000 HP

1000 MP

All wounds are healed

All ailments cured

Harry blinked confusedly as he read and re-read the box, only to find himself repeatedly wondering what in the world was going on with him. This couldn't be normal, not even if he was a wizard like he had earlier theorized. There was no way that staying nearby one's home could give anyone that much power. Pier Polkiss didn't turn into superman when he ran home to mommy. So what was doing this to him?

Frustrated, Harry brought up his profile and looked at the various question marks that were scattered around it.

Race-?

Harry Potter is a ?, the son of LilyPotter and ?. He has bad eyesight making it difficult for him to do well in class. His has gotten him trouble over the years in various schools. Strange things seem to happen around him. Harry is unaware of who he is, and wishes to find meaning in his life. Harry loves his mother, and hates the Dursleys.

The 'Race-?' was scary. He was human wasn't he? What else could he be? A wizard? Was he some sort of freak or something like his Aunt and Uncle always told him?

Harry looked at the question mark over his father's name and over his race. The strange ability he got when inPrivet Drive, the parseltongue stuff he could read and the weird stuff that happened around him all the time. What could it all mean?

'Come on Harry, you must be able to think of a reason,' Harry remembered Ms. Roemmele saying that to him in his classes. She always did seem to believe in him before she turned to weird magical death cults.

A wizard…that couldn't be it….could it?

Harry sighed and gave up on it for the moment. The heat was too much right now and he wasn't in the mood for a mental breakdown. He shelved his thoughts for later perusal that night in his cupboard and started using observe on the strangers walking by just to grind his skill when suddenly Lady Luck seemed to smile on him.

Dedalus Diggle

Lv-28

HP-1500/1500

MP-2000/2000

Race-Wizard

Str-15

Vit-15

Dex-10

Int-22

Wis-20

Luc-10

Dedalus Diggle is a member of the Council of Magical Sports and The Order of Phoenix. He along with Emmeline Vance is assigned to protect Harry in case any dark wizards come after him. He is assigned to look after Harry by the Order and will do so until told otherwise. He is in love with his wife and has three children.

Harry's eyes widened. It was true! Wizards were real! That was the answer! But what did that mean? Did this Diggle guy live like those wizards in stories? With pointy hats and brooms? And what was that Order of the Phoenix thing that was the title of Ms. Roemmele? So was it an organization of some sort? What was going on?

And what did it mean if that was true? It did make sense. Why else would some wizards be here other than to protect him, another wizard just like them? Ms. Roemmele…Vance did join the school a few days after Harry arrived.

Then Harry's eyes widened suddenly as it hit him like a wave on an ocean. His dad and mum must have been wizard and…girl-wizard? Witch? And they certainly didn't die in a car accident! This explained it all…this was his answer…but he still had doubts creeping into his mind.

'Surely not. Surely this is just the stuff of legends and stories. Surely this couldn't be real,' he thought.

Ms. Roemmele narrowed her eyes, 'don't be too sure Mr. Potter

Ping!

Due to you using your head and thinking things through and fitting all the pieces of the puzzles together you have gained 1 Wis!

Ping!

Quest Completed!

Find out who you are

Reward,

Find out about all your abilities.

1000 Exp

Ping!

You have gained two levels!

Eyes widening, Harry then quickly pulled his stats up and was shocked at what he saw;

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Harry Potter

Health-1200/1200(Due to home turf)

Mana-1100/1100(Due to home turf)

The Gamer

Title-The Boy who Lived

(20 Str,20 Vit, 20 Dex, while in Home Turf)

Level-4 Exp-0/1200

Race-wizard

STR-2(+20)=22

VIT-1(+20)=21

DEX-3(+20)=23

INT-3

WIS-4

LUC-3

POINTS-10

MONEY- 500G0S0K

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