Disclaimer: I own nothing. Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. Everything else belongs to its respective owners. Special mentions of what I don't own will be made when we get to cross over territories.

Many people say that life is precious. Many more say that children should be cherished even more, some going as far as blessing them.

Harry Potter did not feel precious or blessed as he ran from his relative's house after they had locked him out of the house again, in the middle of winter, with nothing but the clothes on his back and a fractured wrist from his horribly overweight uncle stepping on it. This was even worse for young Harry as his clothes were several sizes too large for him and ratty, providing even less warmth for the underfed, borderline malnourished, seven year old.

So it was to no surprise that as Harry was running through the park that he tripped on his oversized running shoes, falling and tearing his clothes and thus scraping his face, knees and elbow, having known to protect his broken wrist and breaking the cheap pair of glasses framing vibrant emerald green eyes. Eyes that held more than a few tears from pain and the knowledge that his relatives hoped he died that night. Getting up and shaking his unruly raven black hair to get the snow out of it, he knew he needed to think to live through the night.

As Harry was sitting down on the nearby park bench, he thought about what he was going to do to survive the night, and possibly more than that. Harry was a smart kid, having gotten straight A's on his first report card. After which he was lashed with his Uncle Vernon's belt for "trying to upstage Dudley", his also overweight cousin. Since then he made sure he was barely passing, which was actually harder to do than getting perfect scores, so that he would not be beaten by his relatives.

Not that it helped of course. Right now Harry knew that to survive the night he had to take shelter and stay warm. All his thoughts came to a halt however, when he heard branches rustling behind him. Slowly turning his head, from both exhaustion and wariness, he saw the low branches of the pine trees at the edge of the park shifting and shuffling. Curious, Harry hopped off the bench and started walking towards the moving area of trees which was about a five metre gap. However, he stopped moving when he saw two glowing amber eye-ish shapes, what with forsaking the broken glasses and leaving then where they were earlier, and hearing the panting for what was distinctly a canine-like shape in the branches.

"Um, nice dog?" whispered a now scared Harry as the now vaguely-a-wolf blurry shape started growling and its hackles rising. Almost sensing the danger, the eight year old slowly backed away. Or he would have had the wolf-like animal start bounding after him causing Harry to start running. He managed to get halfway through the park before he was pushed to the ground by the wolf-esque thing that had just launched and landed on his back. Of course, all thoughts stopped when he felt teeth imbed themselves in his right shoulder and start flailing it's head as if trying to tear his shoulder out of its socket, shortly followed by what felt like fire growing in his veins, joined soon by a feeling as if his existence was being erased and pushed into nothingness.

As he started convulsing and silently screaming from the agony, he failed to notice the gleam of satisfaction in the now clearly a werewolf's gaze as it let go of the child's shoulder and back away from the child and disappear back in the trees.

While Harry was going through the torture that was lycanthropy being introduced into his system, a battle was raging deeply within him. The lycanthropy fighting to infect and claim and fight while his magic was fighting both the virus and the Horcrux imbedded in the boys lightning shaped scar upon his brow that sought to absorb and take over and control. As his inborn magical core had been fighting the Horcrux for a little over seven years now, making his core stronger in the process, fighting two separate dark magic's was going beyond it's limits and thus it started to pull magic from the nearest and strongest source. Of course, since this was a muggle neighbourhood there was no one to donate magic in miles, so it pulled from the source. It pulled from the Earth itself.

To Harry the effect was nearly instantaneous after several minutes of flailing in agony. The pain morphed from fire in his veins and the void swallowing him to feeling as if his uncle was sitting on him. Outside, it looked as if he was just recovering for his episode. Inside however, his magic, now fuelled by the Earth, after removing the soul fragment and taint from the Horcrux, and the curse from lycanthropy absorbed both of them and assimilated their strengths and funneled some of the magic of the earth at the same time.

What this resulted in was Harry's soul being engraved and enhanced with the abilities of a werewolf and of the not-as-dead-as-people-think Dark Lord Voldemort alongside his own natural talents, and a blessing from the entity of the Earth. A blessing from Gaia herself.

And thus, the last thing that Harry was aware of before he fell unconscious was the pain finally leaving and a loud Ping!

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Meanwhile, in a castle in Scotland, several delicate and intricate silver decorations exploded in an amalgam of noise, shrapnel, and magic from the various charms laid on them. Fortunately for one Albus Dumbledore, the owner of said office, he was away at an ICW meeting when the explosion rocked his office. Unfortunately for him, his bonded phoenix was hit in the neck by some of the shrapnel, forcing a burning day to happen for the phoenix to keep being immortal. Also unfortunately for him, his instruments that would alert him to other breaking were also destroyed.

Needless to say, when Dumbledore returned to his office in a week's time, he was in for a large shock. And more than a few irate teachers and students.

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Harry's POV:

I woke up at dawn on December 29th 2009 feeling very groggy and I saw a very strange sight. Said sight being a blue rectangle with writing that I could read clearly without my glasses. In fact, I noticed everything seemed clear and crisp to my sight, even my glasses at the edge of the park that were clearly broken. Observation aside, I decided to read the box, of which there were now a few, to see what the heck they were.

[Greetings! Congratulations on receiving Gaia's blessing and welcome to the Game!]

"…I'm hallucinating. Or I've gone crazy. Or both. *sigh* Great. Well I guess I should keep reading." I said with a mildly dejected air. This was basically proof to me that some of what my relatives said, namely them calling me a freak, was at least partially true.

[Would you like to play the Tutorial?

Y/N]

"Might as well see what this is so yeah, sure."

[Hello there, chosen one of Gaia. Somehow, whether through being your world's hero or being in great peril, Gaia has given you the blessing of being your world's Gamer. This means many things. But first, let's start with one of the most important screens. Say or think 'Status'.]

"Okay. This isn't hurting me so I guess I'll listen. Status." As I said this, another two windows appeared in front of me, one in front of the other.

[Status:

Name: Harry James Potter

Race: ? /Werewolf

HP: 200/200

MP: 450/450

SP: 150/150

Level: 1

EXP: 0.1%

STR: 4

CON: 5

DEX: 5

INT: 8

WIS: 7

CHA: 3 (-5) (+2)

LUC: 1

Money: £0 G0 S0 K0

Summary: Harry Potter is an underfed orphan whose parents, ? and ?, were killed by ?. He has no idea what he is or why his relatives call him a freak and abuse him, other than that they are connected somehow. He was bitten by a werewolf while his magic was fighting the Horcrux, the piece of the soul of the man who killed his parents in his scar, thus his magic pulled on the magic of Gaia leading to him becoming the Gamer.]

"What?!" I was amazed and concerned. That wasn't a dream? That was a werewolf that bit him?! He has a piece of someone else's soul inside him?! How?! "Okay, let's think. I'm a werewolf now. Okay. I have magic, so I must be a wizard or magician or something. Okay, cool. That's, only most of my world turned upside down."

[Due to coming to several logical conclusions, your WIS has been raised by 3!]

"Not helping! Okay, what's next?" 'Oh well' I thought 'at least I'm benefitting from whatever this is'

[Here is a short description of each attribute and what it does for you.

STR- Strength

How much weight you can lift and how hard you can hit. Increases physical damage done. Increases damage resistance. Able to carry more. 1 STR = 5 lbs carrying capacity.

CON- Constitution

The measure of health of your body. Increases HP per level. Increases health recovery rate. 1 CON = +25 HP per level. 1 CON = +1% HP per Min. per level. Warning! : If CON or HP ever hits or goes below zero from anything, you will die.

DEX- Dexterity

How agile one is with their body or their hands. Improves weapon handling. Increases speed. Improves stealth. Increases stamina per level. Increases stamina recovery rate. 1 DEX = +25 SP per level. 1 DEX = +1% SP per Min. per level. Warning! : If SP bar is empty you will be unable to move for 2 minutes.

INT- Intelligence

How well one can take in and understand knowledge. Increases mana per level. Increases certain spell's effectiveness. 1 INT = +25 MP per level. 10 INT = +1 stat point. Warning! : If MP is empty you will lose consciousness!

WIS- Wisdom

The ability to make good and sound decisions. Increases certain spell's effectiveness. Allows choices. Increases mana regeneration. 1 WIS = +1% MP per Min. per level.

CHA- Charisma

The ability to be convincing and believable. Increases reputation gains. Increases certain spell's effectiveness. Current Perks/Flaws: Rags for clothes, Boy-Who-Lived.

LUC- Luck

How lucky one is. Improves loot drops. Increases Good luck by 2% per level. Decreases Bad luck by 1% per level.]

"Wait, 'Perks and Flaws'? What are those?"

[We'll get to those in a minute. Now say or think 'Skills'] I did so. Another window. [Welcome to the skills menu! This is where all of your skills are listed.

Passive:

Gamer's Body- LVL. MAX

Allows one to live life as if it were a video game, quests and all. Prevents serious injury by replacing physical damage with HP damage. Does not prevent dismemberment.

Gamer's Mind- LVL. MAX

Allows one to stay calm and collected even under stressful situations. Provides natural mental shields. Renders owner immune to psychological attacks. Warning: Not infallible.

Passive/Active:

Lupus Maximo/Beast Form- LVL. 1- 0%

You are a man and a wolf. Allows you to change between man, beast, and hybrid forms. Increases strength and speed in all forms. Heightens senses. The higher the level, the faster and less painfully you are able to change and reduces the cost of changing. Cost: 50 MP

Active:

Observe- LVL. 1- 10%

Like it says on the tin, allows user to observe other's HP, MP, and a short description. More info on target is revealed and lowers costs as skill levels up. Cost: N/A]

"Wow. I guess that's why I'm so calm right now even though I should be freaking out. That's, handy. I can still feel emotions though, just prevents panic and reacting before I think. Good, I like thinking ahead. And I guess I am a werewolf. That's, honestly kinda cool! I can see clearly without my glasses now. Great! Maybe I could leave the Dursleys' house and live in the woods or something. That would be awesome!" I said all of this under my breath. I could possibly leave my crappy abusive relatives! That was huge! 'Although, I still need to go to school. I could actually do my best if I left the Dursleys. No more beatings.'

[Now say or think Perks] Doing so, I noticed the small pile up of boxes I'm going to have to sort through. [Welcome to the perk menu! This is where all of the things that affect your growth as a person are listed. It also show your flaws, both of which can either be temporary or permanent. You can lose flaws by correcting what is causing them. You can also gain perks through buying them with perk points. You gain a perk point every three levels. To spend perk points, say/think 'Perk Shop'.

Perks:

Lycanthrope: You are a step up from a werewolf! You are now stronger faster and healthier than most humans. This is a blessing because your body and magic has fought off the curse that naturally comes with a werewolf bite. +3 STR and +2 DEX per level. Immune to disease. Cures all physical flaws upon acquiring. Accelerates healing. +2% HP per Min. Bonuses increase based upon level of Beast Form.

Ex-Horcrux: You used to have a piece of someone's soul stuck to you but you don't anymore! The abilities of the owner of the soul have been transferred to you. +50% learning rate for ? and ?. +1 INT per level.

Potter Heir: You are the one and only heir to the pureblood family of Potter. Congrats! +25% learning rate for ? and ?. 25% more effective at ?. +2 WIS per level. +1 DEX per level.

Survivor: You are a true blooded survivor of hard times. You've got the guts, and the know-how to both rough it and survive through tough situations. +50% learning rate for First-aid and Survival skills. +3 CON per level. (Gained through surviving through hunger, thirst, and pain for two days.)

Flaws:

Dressed in rags: The clothes you wear are horrible. Through your fault or others, you look like a street urchin. People don't want to talk to someone that looks like they have nothing. -5 to CHR while wearing clothes that look horrible outdoors.

Unbound core: Your magical core was bound but it has released those binds. It came at the cost of being unable to use magic until either the age of 10 or until ? has reached level 40. Increases MP per level by 100. MP increased by 200. Unable to cast spells wandlessly or with a foci until conditions have been met. Note: Skills requiring MP can still be used. Note: Becomes a perk upon fixing.]

"Okay, I need to get away from the Dursleys. They are horrible people and they were stunting my growth. And they're just plain horrible. Should I tell a teacher about it? No, I've told them before and nothing's happened. I need to do this myself." 'Although' I thought to myself, 'I could probably go to the police. They might help.' With a solid plan in mind, I continued through the tutorial.

[Now think 'Inventory'] I did, though I considered saying it aloud, purely for fun and not to confirm that I'm not just seeing things and losing my sanity. [Welcome to the Inventory screen! The space is unlimited as long as you can pick up each item. Stacks of items are limited to 500 of one item. This is also where you can change your equipment. Due to bleak situations and improving stats before even leaving the tutorial, have a complimentary set of clothes! Go ahead and equip them]

I checked my inventory, which was also a transparent blue but it had a grid of sorts, and sure enough, there was a black t-shirt, blue jeans, black socks and a pair of grey running shoes. I decided to equip them and as I did so, I felt a rustling on my body. Looking down, I saw that I was now wearing the new clothes as opposed to the rags my relatives called clothes for me. I also called up the Perks menu and sure enough, the Dressed in Rags Flaw was gone. I mentally cheered because then someone might believe me about the abuse, even though it might be more believable wearing the rags, I could just show them the scars. Plan solidly formed, I decided to finish the tutorial and then go to the police station.

[Congrats on finishing the tutorial! Due to understanding and experimenting during said tutorial, you have gained +2 INT and +1 WIS. Good luck out there!]

Now that that's done, I needed a map to find the police station. I don't care where I end up, as long as it's away from the Dursleys. It might even get them in trouble with the law. Two birds, one stone.

Finding a nearby bus stop that conveniently had a map, I found the quickest route to the police station and started walking.

As I was walking I decided to go through the various windows that had popped up.

[Due to making a logical deduction, you have gained +1 WIS.]

[You have created the skill Observe.] I read through the description and saw it was the same as in the Skills menu. I decided to move on.

[Due to understanding the mechanic of your life, you have gained +1 WIS]

There was the other window that had the +3 WIS as I didn't close it. I then proceeded to close all the boxes with a mental command, having gone through them all. I started jogging to the police station then to speed up my progress.

As soon as I started jogging, my SP, which I translated to stamina, started ticking down slowly. I did some quick maths and found that I could jog continuously for about six minutes with my current regen rate and not becoming exhausted. So I did. By the time I was finished, I was out of breath but it was worth it for two reasons. The first being that I was now at the police building. The second, well…

[Due to constant exercise, you have gained +1 CON.]

I now knew I could grind my stats up as well as my skills by performing specific actions like a real video game character, which I guess I was now. Which meant as soon as I got myself away from the Dursleys, I was going to train. Hard. And then another box showed up.

[Quest Alert:

Break These Chains

Info: You are sick and tired of being pushed around and abused by the Dursleys. Free yourself and bring them to justice.

Objectives:

-Legally get away from the Dursleys

-Get the Dursleys arrested

-Gain freedom

Rewards:

-FREEDOM

-Justice

-100 EXP

-1 Perk point

Failure:

-Continued abuse

-Worsened abuse

-0 EXP

-Possible death

Accept?

(Y/N)]

I hit yes without a second thought. I could get away! Finally! I quickly entered the station, saw the receptionist, and walked up to her.

"Hello, how can I help you?" she said in a kind voice. "Are you lost?"

"No ma'am." I said in my best cute voice. I needed this to work. I need to get away from the Dursleys. "Who do I talk to when my relatives hit me?" As soon as I said that her smile became decidedly strained and the corners of her lips started twitching downwards. I hope she doesn't pity me.

"Where do they hit you sweetie?" Her voice has the slightest hint of steel in it. She's not angry at me bringing this to the police is she? I hope not.

"On my back and chest mostly. Sometimes uncle uses his belt." I'm almost crying while saying this. Why? I've gotten over it haven't I? Maybe not. The times the belt was used it left scars. I hope that that's enough proof for them to investigate.

She's frowning now. I hope she's not upset at me. She's reaching for the phone. She stops for a second and looks at me. "What are their names and where do they live?" she asks. I hope this works out.

"Their names are Vernon and Petunia Dursley and they live at Number Four Privet Drive." Here goes nothing. "If you're sending people there tell them to look in the cupboard under the stairs. That's… where I slept." She's outright scowling now. Is she angry at me? Why am I questioning myself so much right now? I was positive about my actions earlier. Well, there's no turning back now. She has the phone in her hands and she's dialling while looking at something on her side of the counter. Who's she calling?

"Squad car number thirty four, we have a possible two seven three Adam, maybe David at Number Four Privet Drive. Please investigate the cupboard under the stairs at the address. I have a possible abused child in the station." She says and then she gets a response I can't hear. "Roger that." She says and then hangs up the phone. She turns to me and smiles. "What's your name?" she asks. Shouldn't she have asked that earlier?

"My name's Harry Potter." She nods and then motions me to follow her. I probably should follow her. She leads me into what looks like the nurse's office at school looks like. She motions to me then the table. I guess I should sit on it.

"If you'll wait here, I'll go get someone to have a look at you." She said as she left. Is she going to get a doctor? *sigh* Great. I'll have to share everything with them. The keeping me away from food and water, the beatings, the lock ups, the bullying. The one time they tried to torture me by sticking my hands on the stove after taking off the pot. The lashings… The knife… I remember it all now. I think I'm crying now. Luckily they never did anything that would show beyond the burns or anything permanent to me beyond the lashings with the belt buckle and the knife to my stomach.

The doctor comes in to see me crying into my hands. He tries to comfort me but it doesn't really work. He asks me what's wrong and I take off my shirt. My torso is riddled with scars. He draws in a sharp breath. Then he asks about every…single…one…And I tell him. All of it. I don't know why I do, I just do. After he's out of questions and I'm out of tears, the checkup begins. I'm horribly underweight. I'm too pale. I'm too short. The lycanthropy might have healed the deficiencies, but I'm not in the clear. I need to heal. Maybe magic can do that? If not he said if I exercise properly and eat well and take vitamins and minerals and stuff I should be okay in a couple weeks. He says it might be sooner based on how quick I heal. He leaves to go inform the officers that it's an actual case instead of just suspicion. I put my shirt back on.

Hopefully I can bounce back from this. I'm fairly certain I can. PING! Oh, what now.

[Quest: Break These Chains- COMPLETE!

Rewards: 100 EXP, 1 Perk point, Freedom]

It's finally over. Finally.

[New Quest:

Recovery from Hell

Objectives:

-Reach 10 STR

-Reach 10 CON

-Reach 10 DEX

Rewards:

-50 EXP

-2 Stat points

Accept?

(Y/N)]

I accept. Time to live.

AN:

Hello there and welcome to my first story. I know that it's the Gamer cliché but I honestly like the idea. I have been inspired to write this by a few stories on . A couple are the Gamer stories by Legend of the Kyuubi, and "Were's Harry?" by DobbyElfLord. All of those works are leagues better than mine so if you want a good read I fully recommend looking them up. I will be making shout outs to other works that inspired me in other chapters. This WILL be continued, but I would like your input on this, sooo…

Review or send me a PM on what you think I could do better please.

Have a good day!

P.S.: Flames will be used to roast marshmallows.

P.P.S. I will be updating this story when I can. I will try for every two weeks. Also, I may be editing chapters and I still don't know how to manage this site as well as I should so I apologize for e-mails notifying of updates to a chapter and not a new chapter. Peace.