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Harry Potter System Gamer

With his life turned into a Game, Harry now has to raise a Phoenix, uncover the Founders' darkest secrets, deal with political manipulations and live through Hogwarts all while trying desperately to not swear too much . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ---------------------------------------------- Translation ----------------------------------------------

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Chapter 145

"Who?" she asked the man as he calmly walked forward and handed the limp body of the girl to Emmeline, who was looking confusedly back and forth between him and Tonks.

"Her father. The bastard also murdered his wife when he found out about her being a witch," the man said.

"Did you kill him?" she asked, not sure if she wanted to know the answer.

The man seemed to hesitate for a second before he said, "Almost did. But no. He is currently in his house…and in a…not inconsiderable amount of pain."

Emmeline was running a few field diagnostic charms over the girl as the man pulled out what looked like a tape recorder from his jacket's pocket and handed it to her. "In case magical law enforcement fails to bring him to justice, hand him over to the muggle police along with this recorder. It has his confession."

"We will," she said, accepting the tape recorder, "Is there anything you want me to do for her?"

The man looked at the girl in Emmeline's hand for a long while before he looked back at her again, "She needs someone who'll understand. Someone who can help her heal. Just…just talk to her when she comes to…keep her safe."

"I will," she muttered, turning to look at the girl. When she looked back, the man was gone.

"Tonks. Who was that?" Emmeline asked, eyeing the spot from which the man had disappeared from.

"I don't know…" she said, before she quickly turned to Vance, "But I sure am going to find out…Enervate the girl Emmeline. I have a question for her."

The Auror cast the spell onto the girl, whose eyes fluttered open, looking quite unfocused despite the enervate.

"Anny, Anny!" Tonks said, drawing the girl's attention to her "I need you to listen to me okay. Everything will be fine. Did you see anything like this in the man's hand? Do you remember anything about it?" Tonks asked in a soft tone, showing the girl her wand.

The girl dazedly looked at her wand. "Yes…The man had one like that. It was white I think. It shot out pretty sparks," she muttered.

"Somnus," Tonks cast, and the girl fell asleep. She turned to Emmeline and said, "Your herbology NEWT score was great, wasn't it? Do you have any idea what wand woods would be white?"

The Auror thought for a second before she said, "Could be spruce, yew…some rainforest trees can give white wand wood too."

"Good. I don't think Ollivander makes wands out of foreign trees a lot, so why don't you just get this girl to St. Mungo's and then look through the records at the Ministry to see how many people have bought spruce and yew wands. I've read they're both pretty rare. Whether the wand is stolen or not, we should be able to get our first lead on this guy's identity."

Emmeline peered at her face for a second before she nodded "And what about you?"

She felt her own voice take on an angry undertone as she looked down at the tape recorder in her hands, "I've got an arrest to make."

The Quest Success window that Harry had gotten the next morning told him that he had in fact done the right thing by handing Anny over to the Aurors, and that she was actually safe. That thought left him in a good mood for the rest of the day. And the new title was pretty dang sweet too.

You gained a new title. Couldn't gain some height though, could you?

Hero Complex - Automatically +5 to every stat while doing good. +5 to all stats when doing good. Permanent buff of +10% to the chance of getting laid.

He had then realized that there was an actual button next to his own stats window that told him exactly how much chance of getting laid he had. His current score sat at a decent 25%, with him having naturally had 5% due to his celebrity status. The window looked like the following.

Chances of getting laid- 25%

Breakdown- 5% celebrity + 10% house cup MVP + 10% Hero Complex

And what was even better, was that Hedwig was back to her normal form, which meant that he actually could play around with her a bit and get back to teaching her to communicate in English, which was progressing better than ever with the occasional help and advice from their good friend Fawkes, who dropped by quite often.

And thus, in a whirl of alchemy classes, reading and some potions accidents involving exploding toilets, the last weeks of August passed by faster than ever.

The end of the summer vacation came entirely too quickly for Harry's liking. He was looking forward to getting back to Hogwarts, but his months with the Flamels had been the happiest of his life. He had finally found a family. He'd found a home.

It was a bittersweet moment for Harry as he packed up all his stuff into his inventory, and as he had last year, put some stuff in his trunk, just for show. Hedwig's gilded stand was going too since a lot of the school had found out about the Phoenix while he was unconscious and she could now move about in the common room with freedom.

On his last evening there, Perenelle conjured up a sumptuous dinner that included all of Harry's favorite things, ending with a mouthwatering treacle pudding. Nicholas happily set up a massive indoors firework display, which filled the kitchen with red and blue stars that bounced from ceiling to wall for at least half an hour.

And then, finally, it was time for one last mug of hot chocolate and bed. It all felt slightly sad, like the end of a beautiful dream, but Harry consoled himself with one simple fact.

Tomorrow was a special day.

He was going back to Hogwarts. He was going back to his first home.

The red-eyed girl packed up all her ingredients and equipment in her school trunk with a wave of her stolen wand, and then set up several different concealment and protection wards on the part of the trunk where it all was stored.

It wasn't for hiding it all just from intruders and snoopers, but from his own host as well.

Finishing up with the trunk, the girl headed towards the bed, but the sight of the full-bodied muggle mirror that hung in her room stopped her.

He looked at the mirror's reflection for a minute, admiring the form of his host. She would grow into quite a decent looking woman. She would have some very strong magic too.

It was only her mind that was disgusting to him in every way.

Perhaps if she survived his process of making himself a body, he mused, he would break her mind into something a bit more…agreeable. Given enough time, she could be to him what Bellatrix was to his Prime Soul.

The most loyal of slaves, in every single way.

But that was the future, he thought. He made the girl's body go sit down on the bed, as he started working on his Occlumency.

He had set up a very strong set of Occlumency barriers to lock away some very specific sets of memories from the mind of the girl while she was in control of the body.

Memories of the times he was in possession of the body, memories of the times she was in possession of the body and he had made her…do things to herself, and most important of them all, the memories of Dark Lord Voldemort. Dumbledore could not find out about any of that…not even by accident.

He finished setting up those sets of barriers in a few more minutes and lay down on the bed. It would not do to have the girl exhausted tomorrow.

The red in the girl's eyes slowly bled away as his consciousness returned back into the diary and let its chokehold on the girl's consciousness go, and then forced it to fall asleep.

Tomorrow was a special day.

He was going back to Hogwarts. He was going back to his first home.

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