HP: Harry The Gamer

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This was the first sum of money that the Dursleys had ever given him. Ever. And he didn't know whether to be happy or sad about it.

After a few more seconds, when Gamer's mind had just asserted itself and smoothed his brain processes, suddenly, a brown box appeared in his sight and threw him into a state of panic again.

Ping!

Shield of Lily acquired as a permanent perk!

SoL grants 20 to all stats against all magicals with ill intent. Will nullify completely when Harry reaches the age 17. Represents the pure unconditional protective nature of a mother's love. Such is the power of Lily's sacrifice of her life for Harry.

Tears escaped Harry's eyes as he read about his mother. It didn't matter that he didn't know what the Game meant by her sacrifice.

It didn't matter that he was confused as all hell. It didn't matter that he had been lied to his whole life by the only people he could call family...none of it mattered.

The only thing that mattered was that his mother wasn't a no good drunk who had gotten herself killed in a car accident.

She had sacrificed herself to protect her son. And that, above anything else, mattered.

Anger, joy, relief, regret, and sorrow gripped his heart wave after wave as he read over the description again and again.

And as tears escaped his eyes, he made a vow to himself right then and there. He vowed that he would honor his mum's sacrifice, that he would be the very best he could be, and that he would make his mum proud.

And he vowed that he would make the Dursleys pay.

Harry had never had what parents around the world would call a diverse upbringing.

Being stuck in a cupboard for most of his early life wasn't particularly conducive to meeting new people and making new friends.

As such, he had never really been exposed to many cultures around the world. So it was hardly surprising that being allowed to travel through London, one of the world's hottest travel destinations was going to be quite an experience for the young Potter.

Harry was having the time of his life, using Observe on every random stranger on the streets and marveling at their own unique stories and traits and levels.

He had never even known that so many different names even existed. One stormy-eyed stranger even had the name,

Jupiter Optimus Maximus

It was the name of an actual Roman god, Harry noted enviously.

He wistfully thought of the many amazing and colorful names he could have had instead of just Harry, and kept on walking lazily down the footpath.

There was no hurry, since the Dursleys were known to take their sweet time on their days out, especially with Dudley whining at them to buy more presents.

After a lot of Observing and sneakily spying on people without their knowledge,

Ping!

Through constant use a skill has level up!

Observe Lv-2 (40%)

By Observing a target one will get information about said object

-Max HP, MP, stats and info.

Harry had been pleasantly surprised by how good it felt to level up a skill, and it was that pleasant feeling that made him drift towards his next destination.

Well, that feeling and one other thing.

Those people…the three people he had encountered in front of a dying Gordon in that dream-like event that morning…they weren't normal.

They had abilities and powers that defied belief, hiding from others and healing ungodly wounds almost as if they were performing miracles.

Almost as if they were performing magic.

He needed to know more about them, and in the process find out what in the world was trying to kill him.

The image of the way Gordon lay crumpled on the ground in a pool of his own blood repeatedly flashed in front of his mind. Harry sure as all hell didn't want to end up like that.

But how was he supposed to ask anyone for help when no one would believe him? That left him with only one option. One place where, like Miss Roemmele had told him in that playground, in stories and myth he could perhaps find some truth.

And so off he went, to the London Library.

As he walked past the scowling librarian and into the chamber proper, he couldn't help but be intimidated by the sheer vastness of the knowledge contained in the rows upon rows of bookshelves that stood tall in front of him. Taking a deep breath, he told himself to relax.

'Even if I don't find many answers, at least I'm sure to get my INT leveled up a bit,' he thought.

The first few books he picked up were based on the last memory he had before blacking out. All he remembered was the blurry image of a stone with some strange markings on them, so he picked up three books from the Ancient Languages section and headed over to the reading tables with them.

Luckily, it didn't take him more than a couple more trips to the bookshelves to strike gold.

As Harry walked around the bookshelves to pick up his fourth batch of books, a strange, thin little book caught his eyes.

On its spine were engraved symbols and squiggles that looked eerily similar to the ones he remembered on the stone. Frowning, he went over and looked at the spine of the book.

"Ancient Languages of the Rare Kind."

The book seemed to contain lots of knowledge about old languages like Ancient Greek, Old Norse, Latin, Sanskrit and even some Scandinavian runes.

Harry sat down in the library with the book in front of him. He was pretty sure that reading the book would also help his INT along with helping solve the mystery of the stone.

Taking Gordon's advice to heart, he started focusing on the book, hoping to build up his stats in the process.

It was boring, and it was certainly not the best thing to do with this extremely rare Dursley free day, but it was what needed to happen.

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