HP: Harry The Gamer

So he stole a few slices of bread from the fridge and devoured one of them before he jumped onto the half broken cot in his cupboard and fell straight asleep.

As he drifted into the realm of sleep, a ringing bell rang in his ears, but he was too far gone to wake up and see what it was.

The next day, after an unusually peaceful night of sleep, Harry blearily opened his eyes and stretched his arms as well as he could in the very limited space that he had.

Feeling very refreshed, Harry yawned, before he suddenly caught sight of what was in front of him.

He blinked.

And he blinked again.

A translucent blue box hovered about a foot away from his head. There was some text in it.

You have slept in your own bed, HP and MP have been restored 100% each. All ailments and negative status effects have been cured.

Harry blearily looked at the glowing screen before he reached out to touch it, and the box disappeared instantly.

Had that actually happened?

No.

No. It couldn't have.

It was probably the light from the cracks of the air vent of the cupboard or something.

He didn't have his glasses on, so he must have imagined it or something like that. Maybe it was just his head telling him to stop staring at Dudley playing video games.

He'd have to make sure not to mention this in front of his Uncle or Aunt, lest they finally get an excuse to dump him at some electro-shock-happy mental hospital.

Shaking his head, Harry absentmindedly moved to get off the bed and like the truly graceful little beast he was, slammed his head right into the low roof of the cupboard in the process.

"Ping!" he clearly heard, and this time, he clearly knew that it was definitely not his imagination. He had definitely heard that.

He rubbed his eyes and put on his glasses, before he stared disbelievingly at what was floating in the air in front of him.

Skill created!

Skill: Physical Endurance, Lv-1 (5%)

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

3% less damage from physical attacks.

The text was immune to relative displacement, Harry concluded, as he moved his head about and saw the text remain unmoving in relation to his head.

That it was intangible was something he discovered the moment he tried to touch it, only to see his hand go through the screen, leaving nothing but some barely visible ripples.

'What in the-?' Harry thought to himself, thoroughly puzzled out of his mind.

His mind sifted through ideas and discarded them at an incredible rate, and he found no possible explanation to how in the world could any of this crazy stuff be happening.

Whatever it was, it looked real, felt real, and was very much like a game screen he'd seen in one of Dudley's old game-sets.

Harry took a deep breath and let it out, calming himself.

'Think about this logically, Harry' he told himself, 'If this is a game, there would be commands. And if there were commands, then there would be some sort of way to enter those commands.'

He didn't have some keyboard or controller to input those commands, and touch seemed to do nothing but move it around, so it had to be something else. Write it on the ground? Make weird hand motions? Voice control?

Deciding to try out the least crazy one of his hypothetical theories, he then opened his eyes and with all his determination, intoned, "Main Menu!"

Nothing.

"Character Sheet"

Nothing.

"Status."

Suddenly, a box appeared before him, and it read,

Harry Potter

Health-100/100

Mana-50/50

The Gamer

Title-None

Level-2 Exp-30/400

Race-?

STR-2

VIT-1(+2)=3

DEX-2(+2)=4

INT-1

WIS-1

LUC-3

POINTS-0

MONEY- 0£/0G0S0K

Harry Potter is a ?, the son of Lily Potter 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 hates the Dursleys.

Harry stared at the floating screen for another split second, before whatever strange little cocktail of curiosity and willpower that was holding him together in this strange and lucid dream snapped, and the green-eyed boy fell back down into his cot fully unconscious.

So guess who the two beings are? And what are the thoughts on this new and improved Chapter 1? Let me know down in the Reviews or PMs! Would love to hear some thoughts.

The next morning Harry slowly came back to the land of the living.

As the darkness slowly drifted away from in front of his eyes, his ears were filled by the unrelenting and increasingly loud banging of his cupboard door.

Just as Harry had struggled to his feet and opened the door, his aunt's lovely and melodious voice pierced his sensitive ears.

"GET UP you ungrateful brat! Go upstairs, change out of those filthy clothes and get to the kitchen! You have five minutes.

Or I'll let Vernon have his way and lock you in the cupboard for the next three days." Petunia Dursley threatened said as she dragged Harry out of the cupboard and onto his feet, "Dudley wants hotcakes and Vernon needs his tea."

Harry blinked and stared at the floating box above Petunia's head.

"What are you looking at boy? Get to it!" she snapped.

Harry looked at Petunia and then shook his head before shakily replying, "I-I'm sorry Aunt Petunia. I think I must have just hit my head while waking up."

Petunia looked at him with a dirty frown for a second before she squinted into the cupboard. "Well I suppose you are getting a little too big for this thing now," she grumbled before she walked off into the kitchen.

Harry, after that odd encounter, made a beeline straight for the bathroom and stared at his reflection in the mirror, desperately trying to calm himself down from this state of utter terror that he was in.