A regular Halloween!

{Hospital Wing, Hogwarts}

{8:17 PM, 31st Oct 1977}

Death.

Soul.

Afterlife.

All three of them are abstract concepts, no one knows what happens after your consciousness fades away from the world. Are we just a carbon-based life-from that is driven by electrical impulses? Or is the soul really a thing?

Mark never believed in any religion, having been diagnosed with Leukemia at the age of 5, he has spent the last decade and then some in hospitals. Going from one ongoing trial to another, he still remembers a documentary about the soul that he watched some time ago, in which a dying person passed away on a weight machine and the scientists tried to justify the loss in weight that happened the instant someone takes his last breath.

It was interesting, though mostly bogus and unscientific, not someone to believe in God, it was a little funny to Mark that the last thought he had before dying was whether the soul was real or not. Do you want to know what dying was like, it was like going to sleep. Except for the fact that the strength in his body was gone, every breath was labor in itself, the last bit of effort he ever made was to try and give his mother a last encouraging smile before his thoughts stopped.

It was a brief moment of non-existence, or maybe it was much longer, but the muddy thoughts still clung together in a brief moment of chaos as he felt his senses return to him. He could hear a lot of voices, mingled together, garbled for a brief moment before everything returned to clarity.

It has happened a lot to him, going back and forth in and out of consciousness, but he didn't have the strength to fight at the moment. He laid down as the bright white cieli-

Wait the ceiling wasn't white it was brown, his vision still was nothing but botches of color, but as he slowly came back he realized that something was not right. First, the ceiling wasn't white but light brown, it was a lot higher, like two floors higher than normal, with patterns carved into it?

There was a multitude of bizarre characters surrounding him, an old man that looked livelier than he had a right to be. A redhead that was now calling everyone over presumably because he was awake, and a woman dressed in a weird way, with bright red and white... something and a short stick that was glowing at the tip.

So Mark did the only sensible thing he could do as he stared at the woman who was pointing at him with a glowing stick as if she was holding a gun and intimidating him for information. The stick kept changing colors and the only thing that popped into his brain was, 'That's cool, is this the new prototype wand developed by the wizarding world... but who are these people and where am I.'

He propped his elbow and slowly sat up, he almost scrunched his face as he got ready for the pain but nothing happened. As the shock traveled through him, he hastily extracted his right-hand midway to look at it which led to him falling back down on the bed.

'what-'

His thoughts froze as he marveled at his hand, or what was clearly not his hand. Although not muscular, it didn't look like the malnourished piece of flesh sticking to a bone that he was used to. Nor did it match the ease with which he could control it, although to an outsider these movements would look a little jerky it was amazing to him.

At the same time, the muddiness of his thoughts was clearing and his brain was working once again, the voice that was muffled earlier was clear now and in just brief moments he realized that, yeah he had no clue what was going on.

"...Avery?" There was hesitance mixed with indifference in her tone which led to him focusing on the redhead. She was cute, with her act of trying to be more mature failing easily, he could detect a hint of aversion in her pure green eyes. He held the stare for but a moment before his thoughts went back to his body and condition. As he was now fully awake he could now feel every muscle in his body, he wasn't a sack of bones and just as he was about to wake up he felt a sharp glowing pointy stick on his chest.

"Now Mr. Avery it would be wise for you to lay down, you have had a rough-" The woman started but at that moment everything started to slowly click in his mind.

Why everyone was calling him Avey, the pointy stick in her hand wasn't a stick but a wand.

'And that's Dumbledore?' It was ridiculous to the point of disbelief but it still struck him speechless as he watched the blue light detach from her wand before it started to roam around his body.

At the same time, another interesting thing happened, a translucent blue window popped up in his vision breaking all the laws that his brain was slowly comprehending.

[You are under the influence of Diagonastic charm (Lv-3)]

'What now, the powers of The Gamer?'

As the real world lost its meaning to Mark, he found his escape in the fantasy worlds, of magic and mana, a world with main characters conquering evil to bring joy and peace to their land. There were many things that he liked, all cliche and totally not worth reading twice, but the familiar feeling of numbers going up to signify progress given by the famous manhua series The Gamer had struck him, which led to the can of worms being opened as he spent a couple of years reading light novels about advanced virtual reality games and stuff.

So although it wasn't a likely scenario the first thoughts that popped into his mind were Harry Potter World and The Gamer power.

"Well everything looks alright, you are quite lucky that you weren't damaged by that spell..." the woman, who Mark assumed was Madam Poppy Pomfrey, concluded.

Before everyone could relax Mark finally asked the question that he knows he shouldn't ask but he just had to.

"I'm sorry but, who are you guys? and where am I?"

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AN: So a couple of things out of the way, Yes this is Harry Potter World in the Marauders Era. Lily, James, and the rest are in their 6th year. The MC would get a weakened version of Gamer powers, which would just be limited to accelerated learning and mana increase, nothing else.