Chapter 1 – A Catalyst Reaction

"Kill him!" The dark lord Voldemort roared from the back of Professor Quirrell's head.

Harry panicked when Quirrell began approaching him. He raised his hands, ready to throw a punch. Harry was not used to being in an actual fight with a wizard, and relied back on the instincts he had developed from all the 'Harry Hunting' as a child.

Once Quirrell got closer, Harry threw a punch, hitting him in the stomach. It had very little affect on the professor, and didn't have time for something else before being pushed back and landing on the stairs with Quirrell wrapping his spindly hands around his neck, starting to choke the child.

Harry didn't have much strength to pry his hands off, all he knew was that he wanted Quirrell away! Harry gripped his hands, watching in shock as smoke started to waft from his opponent's hand and arm where he had just touched. Quirrell screamed in pain, jumping away and looking down at his arm.

"What is this magic!?" He screamed in horror! He only went along with being possessed to gain strength! He was promised power! He didn't want to lose his life, especially not to a child!

"You fool! Get the stone!

Harry saw his advantage. He didn't know what is was, but it was definitely helping. He could still feel a strong pulse on the palms of his hands from where they were in contact earlier. Lunging forward, he pressed his hands against Quirrell's face, trying his hardest to block out the screams.

After a few more seconds he backed away again, watching as his Professor's body slowly started cracking and smoldering away, as he turned into a dusty ash, collapsing to the floor, leaving the dusty ash and his robes behind.

Harry slowly took some deep breaths, trying to calm himself from what he just experienced. Taking a few shaky steps back, he reached down and picked up the Sorcerer's Stone, looking at the blood red gem.

While he was looking at it, he heard something back where the pile of ash was. A quick glance over showed some thick black some rising from the remains. It suddenly charged at him, going through his body, making him let out a pained scream as he fell back onto the base of the stairs. His body was pounding, the same feeling he had when he was in contact with Quirrell earlier. His body was hurting, and he was short of breath.

Cracking open his eyes showed the stone still in the palm of his hand. The warmth in his body started pulsing faster and began to travel down his arm to the stone. It began to give off a soft golden glow in the center of it, that slowly grew brighter and brighter as it slowly began to sink into his hand. He didn't have the strength to pull it away, and could only watch in shock and horror as it fully sunk into his skin, completely out of sight.

Then suddenly his hand started burning with energy, completely filling his whole being as he finally succumbed to unconsciousness.

Harry slowly began to wake up, only to be met with bright, blinding lights and a stiff bed. A quick glance at the ceiling made him let out a sigh, he knew he was in the hospital wing.

"Ah! Harry! It's good to see that you're awake!" Said a jovial voice that belonged to one Albus Dumbledore.

"Hello Headmaster…" He muttered while trying to fully wake himself up. Blinking a few times as he tried to get his eyes to refocus, while clumsily putting on his glasses. "What happened…?"

"You know about as well as I, you were there after all. It seems as if Professor Quirrell met a rather unfortunate end, and both Voldemort and the stone are gone." He let out a soft sigh, looking down at the floor.

"The… the stone is gone?" He asked. The events from before were quickly coming back into focus, the fight and also what happened with the stone. A quick look at his hand showed that there was nothing new or different. "And… and what happened to Quirrell? I just… touched him… and he burned…" It was still a terrifying thing to have happened.

"Yes. The stone is missing. We can only assume that it was taken after you lost consciousness. As for Voldemort, he was a wraith before possessing our late professor, and he will be a wraith again. However, I can tell you what happened between you and Professor Quirrell. You see, when your mother sacrificed herself for you, and that kind of act leaves a mark, it lives in your very skin. It's love Harry. Love." They both continued to chat about what happened, the condition of both Ron and Hermione, but Harry couldn't bring himself to share what he had witnessed from the stone. Who would believe him? One other thing of note, was that he had been unconscious for longer than they had expected, and the train was leaving later today.

After Dumbledore left, he just stayed laying there, a bit in shock from what he was told but yet still filled with many questions. He had to get his stuff backed quickly, or else he will miss the train. Slowly and quietly getting up, he snuck by Pomfrey's office, happily avoiding what would have been a long conversation filled with copious amounts of warnings.

He began walking up towards the Gryffindor dorms, while taking a glance down at his right palm and rubbing his thumb against it, the image of the stone being absorbed into his hand filling him with questions.

Stepping into the common room didn't help once he saw Ron and Hermione. Answering questions was something he wasn't looking forward to at all, especially when he still had his own.

"Harry! What happened, mate?" Ron loudly shouted. He suppressed a wince from the volume of it but still gave a forced smile.

"Hey guys, umm… can we talk about it on the train? I really need to get packed." Once both Ron and Hermione had realized that he was going to tell them later he let out another tired sigh, heading up to his room and packing.

Once they were all situated on the train back to London, Harry began to tell them the events that had taken place in the final room with Quirrell.

"Wait! So, you're saying that You-know-who's face was on the back of his head!?" Shouted Ron.

"So that's why he was wearing a turban…" muttered Hermione. "And he just… turned to dust?" she asked again. Harry replied in the affirmative. After another couple minutes of chatting, Harry leaned up against the window, slowly letting his mind wander.

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Setup Complete!

Welcome to the Sorcerer's Gamer System!

"Umm what…?" Harry replied with a confused tone. "Did you say something Harry?" Hermione had asked from the side.

He glanced towards the floating green screen in front him, but neither Ron or Hermione were looking in that direction. "It's nothing, just muttering to myself." He replied and doing a strained laugh before going back to looking out the window, but actually towards the floating screen.

"I can hear your thoughts! No reason to speak out loud!"

"I am the Sorcerer's Gamer System! What this fully means is that I will be of used to you!"

"But, what are you then?" he replies back in his mind.

"Best start from the beginning it seems. I was created inside of you, and as the name should suggest, using the Sorcerer's Stone. The chance of you getting all this is such an infinitesimally small chance that something like this could happen! It is because of two things coming together at the right time! The first, was holding the Stone, but also having your mother's sacrifice, and both of those coming together when the sacrifices affects were active!"

"Alright, so you're created from the stone and the sacrifice, but how does this make you? And what do you mean it's an infinitesimally small chance? Isn't it just having the stone and a sacrifice?"

"It is a bit more than that. As I was created by the Stone, I know it better than anyone, even Nicolas Flamel. He has been trying to recreate the stone for hundreds of years, with no success. As you may know from Potions and Astronomy, certain things can have different effects due to the stars, planets, or sun. In this case, it was the sun. There was a solar flare so huge that it only showed up once in a few hundred years! It gave the creation of the stone a large enough boost to finalize its creation. The Stone is essentially working on pure energy, which the solar flare fueled. Nicolas never learned that though, and hence all attempts since have failed."

"That is… exceedingly lucky and unlucky at the same time. He must have been thrilled to have created it, or are you the stone… This is confusing. But what about the rest of your creation then?" The longer this conversation went on the more confused and bewildered Harry was getting.

"Most of the most powerful artifacts are created through luck and chance, but Nicolas Flamel did have a wonderful formula filled with countless magical items. And just for clarification, I am created using the stone, but I am not the stone. It is still inside you. The stone is first and foremost, a catalyst. Making it wonderful for alchemy. But it can also be a catalyst for other things, such as my creation."

"Okay so the stone can help with the creation of things, but are you something physical then?" He was feeling as if he was let in on some of the greatest secrets known to wizards right now. These were things that any wizard would kill to know! 'Better not tell Hermione…' He thought warily. He wasn't sure how she would react.

"You see, your mother's sacrifice was created using a blood and sacrificial ritual, powered by a willing soul to protect you. As it was filled with your mother's instinct of protection, it did it's best to keep you from harm from Voldemort. Since you came across him in your first year of Hogwarts, her sacrifice's instincts were quite unhappy, so it did what it could best to help you. The sacrifice, fueling itself in a way to help bring protection to you, with the Stone as a catalyst, created me. Sadly, the sacrifice has completely lost its energy, in the creation of me."

That did ruin his mood. It was saddening that what his mother gave her life for is essentially gone. And he was stuck with this thing in his head. What was the point of this thing anyways?

"Hey! No reason to be completely bummed out! The sacrifice has gone to a worthy cause, Me! Sadly the protections around your aunt's house are going to rapidly collapse, and will probably be gone within the week. As for what my point is, it's to help you grow! Since others weren't doing well to protect you, you will just have to protect yourself! Just think 'Status'!"

"Umm… Status?" He asked in a wary tone but was surprised by what he saw.

Harry James Potter

Title: The-Boy-Who-Lived

Level: 1

HP: 50 (Regen: +0.25 Min)

MP: 45 (Regen: +0.25 Min

STR: 5

VIT: 5

DEX: 5

INT: 5

WIS: 5

LUK: 5

Stat Points: 0 (+5 per level)

Perks:

Curse Scar (?): A scar on the forehead of Harry Potter, unique to his image. Effects: (?)

Parseltongue: The language of snakes. Effects: Can talk to snakes, grants access to Parselmagic.

"What… What is this?" He thinks in shock. It was not what he was expecting at all, but looking at his stats, showed that the were rather abysmal. Looking them over, he slowly gained a better understanding of what was going on. "Why don't I have anything else? Didn't I just go to school for a whole year?"

"Well, yes. However, in my creation, you basically got a reset. Relearning the stuff, you have once done will be much quicker, but you don't have to worry about that. Over time, I will gain new abilities so I can better help you, but right now, I am pretty basic, just like you. I am currently in the process of gaining more, using the stone which is in your soul, so I can be of better help later."

This gave Harry a lot to think over, but he was just too tired to care at the moment. He hadn't even fully recovered since the incident with Quirrell, and now this was happening. He leaned up against the window, slowly shutting his eyes as he tried to take a nap before dealing with his relatives.

Hello everyone! I have had this on my mind for a bit, so I am giving it a try. I was working on anther gamer fanfic, but I have since stopped it, mainly because of how technical I made the system. It became a pain to write, but in the future I might go back to it and try to fix all the problems I made with it. For this one, I hope you like how I made the system! I didn't want a cosmic entity to gift it, and have someone peaking over their shoulder, and I like how I can just start from the end of first year, instead of having to start from the very beginning. Gives a decent starting format I guess!