Discimer: I Don't own Harry Potter

  February 1st, 1989 arrived in a swirl of winter's icy breath. Outside, snowdrifts rose nearly as tall as a grown man, piling in gentle slopes around the wolves' den. The forest itself had become a realm of hushed silver, quiet except for the occasional rustle of animals still braving the season. Bitter winds coaxed fkes of frost to swirl in zy spirals, as if painting the world in swirling white ribbons. Inside the den, however, warmth and companionship banished the cold. Embers glowed softly in a carefully constructed stone ring, while fur-draped walls shimmered with subtle magical energy, the product of months of Harry's meticulous crafting.

  Harry woke early that morning, nestled against the bulk of Luna, one of the two adult female wolves who had taken him in months ago and nurtured him alongside her own young sisters of the pack. The other adult, Selyria, often left the den for hours at a time on hunts or to scout the forest perimeters, but she was never far, always returning with an unspoken watchfulness in her golden eyes. Harry had come to think of Selyria and Luna as maternal figures—guardians, teachers, and companions all in one. Around him, the nine pups—Ilfa, Myrren, Taris, Eriwen, Selune, Aylin, Nythra, Vaerya, and Corlys—dozed in a loose pile, their slender muzzles and thickening winter coats pressing warmly into each other. The den felt alive with the hum of their collective breathing.

  He was no longer the frail scrap of boy he had been in November. The Dursleys were but a faint memory, overshadowed by the unconditional love and acceptance given to him by this wolf family. His body had grown stronger from the daily rigors of survival and from the system's continuous leveling. Overnight, he had reached Level 30—a milestone he never would have conceived of months ago. Yet here, in the silent hush of morning, he was reminded of how little that number mattered in the face of the wolves' own invisible might. The pups, likely well beyond Level 500, remained pyful and gentle with him but could easily overpower him in any wrestling match. Luna, whose easy grace hinted at unstoppable force, must be even higher, maybe Level 800 or more. And Selyria—Harry sometimes believed she could surpass them all.

  Even so, he was content. Selyria's hunts kept the den well-stocked with fresh game. Luna's vigint watch ensured no danger snuck near. And Harry contributed by weaving warmth into every corner of their home: from sewing legendary-grade cloaks to enchanting the walls with subtle healing wards, he had found his niche as the pack's provider of comfort, knowledge, and budding magic. It did not bother him that he was physically the weakest among them. He had accepted his pce as Omega—cherished, guided, and protected.

  He slid away from Luna carefully, not wanting to disturb her slumber. The den's floor was padded with pnks of smooth wood, and countless furs overpped to make a comfortable tapestry. Even in the coldest hours, the inside air remained almost balmy. He brushed aside a softly glowing fungus cluster—a detail from his Mycoculture skill, used for subdued, natural lighting—and stretched his arms. He felt a pleasant ache in his muscles. The leveling process had advanced his attributes to respectable heights, but more than that, the daily routine of forging, sewing, cooking, and practicing magic had toned him physically. Gone were the spindly arms of a malnourished boy. At eight years old, he still had the small frame of a child, but there was firmness to his shape now.

  A quiet whimper alerted him that at least one pup had awakened. Selune raised her head, blinking sleepily. Harry smiled and ran a gentle hand over her head, feeling the soft bristle of her fur and the warmth radiating from her body. She gave a soft wag of her tail, then stood, walked a small circle around him, and plopped back down against his side, determined to soak in the closeness for a few moments longer.

  He recalled the first time he'd realized these wolves truly loved him: it was a night in December, after he'd improved the den's insution. Snow was raging outside, winds howling in a near-blizzard. Yet the pack had circled around him, pressing their fur against his body to ensure not a single shiver passed his frame. Their acceptance had hit him so profoundly that he'd cried himself to sleep, tears of relief and gratitude. Now, two months ter, such demonstrations of care were the norm. He wanted to make them proud, to ensure they never regretted adopting this human pup.

  At times, he wondered what they saw in him—perhaps the faint spark of magic? Or was it a primal maternal instinct that stirred in Selyria's heart the night she first carried him to the den, half-starved and trembling? Whatever the reason, they had given him more love in these few months than he had known in all the years before.

  He breathed in the scent of pine resin and soft fur. It was so serene here. Gazing around, he thought about how he'd reached Level 30, an impressive milestone by the system's metrics. He had discovered a dozen ways to gather System Coins: forging items, brewing potions, completing quests. He had also unlocked new spells from a reference the system beled as "Skyrim Magic," practicing daily until spells like Oakflesh and Lesser Ward felt familiar in his hands. Even so, one gnce at Eriwen gnawing on a bone or at Luna calmly surveying the den was enough to remind him that, in raw power, he was still the smallest among them. They never used that power to dominate or threaten him—only to keep him safe, wrestle pyfully, or help in hunts if needed.

  He leaned in close to Selune, burying his face in her thick fur, feeling its softness tickle his cheeks. He whispered a quiet greeting to her. She responded with a gentle nudge of her muzzle and a soft whuffing sound. Within minutes, Myrren yawned and joined them, followed by Ilfa and Taris. Their golden eyes sparkled in the muted light, blinking away the st traces of sleep. Each pup offered Harry an affectionate lick on the cheek or a nudge against his shoulder. The morning had begun, and so had their daily cycle of forging deeper bonds.

  Sometime ter, Luna stirred. She stretched, rising to her full, imposing height. Beside her, the pups looked small, but so did Harry. She shook out her coat, scattering a few snowfkes that clung to her fur from the den's entrance. Harry rose to greet her, bowing his head in a gesture of respect. She acknowledged him with a soft huff. He had learned to read her expressions and posture with near-fluent understanding: the slight tilt of her head meant approval, the slow blink meant warmth or affection, and the faint narrowing of her eyes suggested pyful challenge.

  He took a moment to straighten his fur-lined tunic—legendary in the system's eyes, though it was simply comfortable to him. The pups circled him excitedly, anticipating what the day might hold. There would be foraging, cooking, maybe a short hunt or a round of magical practice. He smiled softly as he patted each pup in turn. This was his family, and though he was the Omega, he was content.

  Slowly, he gathered his gear. A small carved wooden pack held a few tools—a bone knife, a tiny mortar and pestle, a handful of dried herbs, and some resin. His sewing kit, including a slender bone needle, always remained tucked inside his waist pocket. The system had taught him to be prepared for any little crafting or healing emergency. He threw a cloak around his shoulders and fastened it with a polished bone csp. Several pups let out pyful whines, circling his legs as if to urge him to hurry. He guessed they wanted to see what new wonders he would create today.

  A short time ter, two pups—Corlys and Vaerya—followed him out into the open forest to gather supplies. The snow crunched underfoot, and though it reached nearly to Harry's waist in some areas, his carefully crafted snowshoes helped keep him from sinking. The pups bounded across drifts effortlessly, with that natural grace wolves possessed. Their presence provided comfort. They might be strong enough to fend off any threat, but that didn't diminish Harry's sense of responsibility. If the Frost Tusker Boar from earlier months returned, or a wandering predator decided to threaten them, he wanted to be prepared.

  He paused by a patch of frosty evergreens, observing them in the system's interface:

  [Observe Lv.?: Evergreen Pine – Needles contain mild antiseptic oils. Resin can be harvested for fire-starting and potion bases.]

  He nodded, carefully snapping a few twigs and scraping some resin into a small pouch. Corlys busied herself sniffing around the base of the tree, while Vaerya pressed her muzzle against Harry's knee, as if urging him onward. He gave them a soft grin, pointing toward a half-buried boulder. Sometimes, mushrooms or hardy herbs grew in the damp recesses near exposed rock.

  When they reached the boulder, Harry activated Resource Analysis:

  [Resource Analysis (Lv.?): Trace amounts of Frostroot Herb detected beneath snow. High magical potential, can be used for cold-resistant potions.]

  Frostroot Herb had become one of his favorite winter ingredients. He gently scraped away the snow, exposing the wiry leaves that clung to the frozen ground. It took delicate fingers to remove them without damaging the roots. Vaerya and Corlys helped by pushing aside snow with their snouts, and Harry carefully dug up the herb, storing it in his wooden pack. He cast Oakflesh on himself to ward off the worst of the cold, feeling the minor tingle of magic flow across his skin. The system's synergy between Restoration and Alteration spells had become second nature. Another wave of gratitude washed through him for how far he'd come.

  He traversed the forest for at least an hour, collecting not only Frostroot but also bits of bark that might serve as potion vessels and a few berries clinging valiantly to winter-tolerant bushes. The pups bounded around, chasing each other or sniffing after small animals scurrying under the snow. Occasionally, they would stand guard near Harry if they sensed a distant predator. Harry used his improved Stealth skill to avoid any direct encounters, and with the pups' heightened senses, they made it back to the den safely.

  In a swirl of snow and warmth, he entered the den, greeted by a chorus of friendly whines. Myrren, Taris, and Ilfa rushed forward to sniff the newly acquired herbs, tails wagging in curiosity. Harry patted them affectionately, trying to calm their excitement so he could carefully pce everything on his makeshift workbench. The bench was nothing more than a sb of polished wood banced on two sturdy stone piles, but it served him perfectly.

  He intended to craft a new batch of winter gear: cloaks, gloves, and maybe a fresh set of bedding. The pack had enough for comfort, but with the biting winds outside, extra yers never hurt. He selected a soft hide from the corner, one of many courtesy of Selyria's successful hunts. It was well-tanned and easy to sew, though he wanted to infuse it with warmth. He rummaged through his pouches, retrieving a small container of salve that he'd concocted earlier—a mixture that combined healing properties with mild heat generation.

  The pups gathered around, forming a semicircle to watch. They had seen him do this countless times, but they never seemed to tire of it. For them, it was akin to magic, even if it was only mundane craftsmanship augmented by a few potions and spells. Harry hummed quietly, a habit that triggered his Soothing Melody skill. The wolves settled, entranced by the soft lull in his tone. Some y down, resting their heads on their paws, content simply to watch him work.

  He threaded his bone needle with sinew, preparing it. The system recognized his actions:

  [Legendary Tailoring: High chance of creating items of exceptional quality. Infusion with magical or herbal properties is possible. Would you like to combine your new salves for a Warmth Aura? Y/N?]

  He mentally selected "Yes," focusing on how best to incorporate the salve. Gently, he spread the mixture along the inner lining of the hide, carefully stitching yers to prevent spilge and to preserve the salve's potent effect. He decided to add embroidered runes—an outgrowth of his Runic Etching skill—onto the outer yer. The runes, as basic as they were, helped channel subtle Restoration magic. Threading them took concentration. Tiny, intricate designs requiring a steady hand and a deeper sense of magical flow.

  As he sewed, he spoke softly to the pups, more for his own comfort than expecting them to understand every word. "I've been thinking about how I started out with nothing, no warmth, no clothes," he said, pulling the needle through the hide. "Now we have this pce. I wake up every morning with you all around me, and I feel... I feel at home." His voice caught slightly. "I know I'm nowhere near your strength, but... you let me protect you in my own way, and I love you for that."

  Myrren licked his cheek, and he ughed, quickly resuming his stitching so he wouldn't lose track. The minutes passed in quiet contentment. He finished one cloak, then started on another, referencing mental patterns he'd developed to fit each pup's size. One for Taris, who was nky and swift. Another for Eriwen, who had broad shoulders and a more husky build. Each was a bor of love. By the time he finished the st cloak, he noticed Luna observing from across the den. She seemed pleased, and Harry bowed his head in respect, feeling a flush of warmth in his chest.

  He set the cloaks aside for the moment. "All done," he whispered, patting them. The pups came forward to sniff them, excited. Once they realized the cloaks carried that mild warmth from the salve, their tails wagged madly. Harry smiled so wide his cheeks hurt. This was his joy—providing for his family.

  That night passed in restful quiet. He dozed off, cuddled in a nest of fur and soft wood, dreaming of future projects, new potions, and more complicated spells. He had no hint of the upheaval that awaited him the next morning.

  When dawn arrived on February 2, 1989, Harry woke to a flicker in the system interface he usually only sensed as a calm presence in the back of his mind. He tried to open his Status window but found it unresponsive. A low hum filled his thoughts, and faint arcs of greenish light flickered across his vision.

  Corlys and Aylin, noticing his confusion, nudged him anxiously. He forced a reassuring smile. "It's alright... I think something's happening with the system." Yet, inside, he felt a twinge of worry. He'd never experienced the system failing or glitching, not once since it awakened within him.

  He tried again:

  [System: Critical Update in Progress... 0%... 5%... 12%... Features Temporarily Locked. Please stand by.]

  His heart leapt into his throat. A critical update? The text was jittery, as though the system was struggling to maintain stability. Over the next hour, he felt a series of waves passing through him, each one swirling with intangible energy. The wolves seemed to sense something amiss; they paced around him, ears pinned back, offering protective whines. Harry petted them in turn, waiting out the disconcerting process. He found it impossible to open the Shop or cast more complicated spells, though basic cantrips and his internal mana sense still functioned. It was akin to the system shutting certain doors, leaving only the hallway lights on.

  Finally, he caught a fsh of deep emerald across his mind's eye, followed by a sudden hush. His body rexed involuntarily, like exhaling after holding his breath too long. The text reappeared, more vibrant and crisp:

  [Major Update Complete. System Rebooting...]

  Harry nearly lost his bance as a surge of warmth enveloped him. He closed his eyes, letting the wave pass. When he opened them, a new voice—soft, feminine, and gently teasing—echoed in his mind.

  "Good morning, my little cub. Can you hear me?"

  He froze, wide-eyed. The system was... speaking? Not just with dry text, but an actual voice. Before he could formute a response, the voice purred:

  "Yes, you can. That's good. We have a lot to discuss, dear."

  "I—uh—system?" he whispered, uncertain. The pups around him grew more agitated, sensing his confusion. He tried to calm them with a gesture.

  "System, yes. But let's not be so formal. I'm more than a tool now—I'm your partner, your guide, and perhaps a motherly figure in your journey. Let's see... your progress is splendid, if I do say so myself. Level 30, hmm? You've been quite busy crafting away."

  Harry blinked rapidly, heart pounding. He felt an intense wave of familiarity in this voice, as though it had been waiting to reveal itself.

  "W-what's happening?" he managed to stutter under his breath. "Why can I hear you now?"

  "I've evolved, dear. Let's call it an awakening. Over time, your synergy with me, your leveling, your creativity... it all contributed to this. I'm now sentient in a manner of speaking. Able to chat, to shape quests, to watch over you more personally. I have quite the backlog of new features to introduce. So, shall we get started?"

  Harry swallowed. "Yes. Please." Despite his initial shock, curiosity fred within him.

  The pups nuzzled his sides, and he gently stroked their ears, silently communicating that everything was fine. Selyria and Luna stood at the den's edge, calmly observing. Even though they couldn't hear the system's voice, they recognized something of significance unfolding, and they trusted Harry to handle it.

  [System Interface Expanding...]

  Suddenly, new windows blossomed in Harry's mind's eye. He watched as the entire yout rearranged itself: neat categories for Stats, Skills, Magic, Inventory, Titles, Curses, and Quests. Each section had subfolders, crisp icons, and color-coded bels. The motherly voice continued:

  "I've cleaned up your interface. That's just the beginning. We also have expanded powers. Remember how you saw references to Chakra, Ki, Nen, Haki, and so on? Well, I've updated them to the year 2023 from your world's perspective. This means we have a massive library of anime-based powers—like Devil Fruits from One Piece, Quirks from My Hero Academia, Cursed Techniques from Jujutsu Kaisen, the works. Of course, each is expensive, so you'll have to earn them."

  A mixture of excitement and intimidation fluttered in Harry's chest. He could hardly imagine the scope of those powers.

  "We also have Skill Bundles now—for instance, I see you've developed countless domestic abilities. Instead of juggling them separately, you can compress them into the Homemaker Bundle or Survivalist Bundle. This will tidy your skill sheet and help you manage synergy. Don't worry, dear—I'll prompt you whenever it's beneficial."

  He breathed a shaky ugh, gncing at Luna across the den. She gave him a quizzical tilt of the head, as if to ask if everything was alright. He smiled reassuringly, then turned inward again.

  "System... or... do you have a name?" he asked.

  "A name? Hmm, let's hold off on that. For now, I'll just be your System. So official, right? Now, let's discuss quests. I've decided to, shall we say, spice them up. I can create more varied and entertaining tasks—for both of us. Like 'Snuggle with your pack for ten minutes' in exchange for bonus coins. Wouldn't that be adorable?"

  Harry flushed slightly. "That... that's silly, but—" He paused, realizing how often he already snuggled with the wolves. "I guess I do that all the time."

  "Precisely. And I'm going to reward that. Because it's wholesome."

  A small smile tugged at Harry's lips. He wasn't sure whether to ugh or bury his face in his hands at the idea of the system awarding him coins for cuddling.

  "I'll also reconfigure your existing quests to give more banced rewards. Over the st few months, you worked so hard for so little coin. Well, I can fix that. Upgraded quests, bigger rewards, more interesting challenges. Ready to see your new interface in action?"

  "Yes, please."

  [Current Quests]

  One by one, quest windows scrolled before his eyes—some daily tasks, some personal goals, some whimsical objectives. Indeed, they now offered better coin payouts, sometimes bonus items or skill progression. Harry's heart fluttered in excitement. The motherly voice teased:

  "I see you've got a knack for cooking, crocheting, sewing, even interior design. You're quite the homemaker, dear. One quest is for you to improve the den further—why not build a storage trunk for your herbs or a divider to separate your sleeping area? Hmm, or how about a quest to master new spells? The possibilities are endless."

  Harry nodded, already brimming with ideas. "Thank you... this is... it's a lot to take in. But I appreciate it."

  "I'm here to make your life easier, not harder. So, take your time. By the way, I also see your curses—ten magical bindings from that Dumbledore person. You've broken one so far. Nine remain. We can work on strategies to break them, with the right skills and enough leveling. Whenever you feel ready, I'll direct you to relevant paths."

  A shiver ran down his spine at the mention of Dumbledore, a figure the system had alluded to as maniputive and dangerous. Perhaps one day, he would confront that. For now, he was content to remain here, safe in the den with his beloved wolf family, and keep growing.

  "Let's see... oh yes, I have a free gift for you. A little compensation for the downtime."

  He felt a small jolt of pleasant energy race through him as an icon appeared:

  [You've received a Skill Bundle Token (Survivalist Tier). Redeem to unlock advanced forms of your wilderness skills.]

  His eyes widened. He recalled how expensive skill bundles usually were in the Shop. Yet the system was gifting him one outright. "Thank you," he murmured again, a lump of gratitude forming in his throat.

  "No need to thank me. I'm your motherly system, after all. Now, I won't keep you any longer. Have a lovely day, my little cub. I'll be watching."

  And with that, the presence receded slightly—no longer overshadowing every thought, but still lingering like a gentle watchful aura. Harry blinked, feeling the hush of the den return. The pups pressed in, curious about his expression. Slowly, he exhaled.

  "It's alright, guys," he whispered, ruffling Eriwen's ears. "The system just... changed, that's all. Something big." The pups seemed content with that expnation, nuzzling him for reassurance. He gazed around at them—his heart felt so full. He was overwhelmed, yes, but also intrigued by the motherly system's promises.

  With the new day ahead, Harry decided to put his curiosity to immediate use. He browsed the updated Shop section in his mind, noticing the expanded categories. Sure enough, powers from countless anime were there, beled under "Multiverse Abilities." He glimpsed Chakra from Naruto, Ki from Dragon Ball, Nen from Hunter x Hunter, Devil Fruits from One Piece, Quirks from My Hero Academia, Cursed Techniques from Jujutsu Kaisen, the list went on. All were priced astronomically high. He exhaled a ugh—he wasn't anywhere close to affording them, but it was a tantalizing future prospect.

  He also found a neat category for "Skill Bundles." Aside from the token he'd been given, there were many he could buy for various aspects: Culinary Master, Arcane Schor, Herbal Grandmaster, etc. He had enough coins to purchase a small second bundle, but he decided to wait. He might find an even better opportunity soon.

  The rest of the morning was spent in an awe-filled haze as Harry tested the system's new features. True to its promise, he discovered daily quests like "Give each pup a thorough scratching behind the ears for five minutes," or "Share a heartfelt story with Luna," each awarding a modest number of coins. He felt silly but soon found them endearing. The pack, for their part, enjoyed the extra attention. Harry didn't mind the comedic aspects of it—if anything, it gave him a sense of daily joy, well beyond the pragmatic quests he used to do.

  With the system's lockdown ended, he found the motivation to accompany Luna and the pups on a small afternoon hunt. Snow battered at them once they stepped outside, but they pressed on. He wore one of his better cloaks, the pups had their custom-fitted gear, and Luna needed no extra covering. She strode ahead, confident and regal. Harry cast Cirvoyance to see if it might help locate nearby prey. A soft shimmer lit up the snow ahead. In a matter of minutes, he spotted fresh rabbit tracks weaving between scraggly bushes.

  He knelt, using Arcane Empathy to sense small life forms. Sure enough, a rabbit cowered beneath a snowy log. He quietly gestured to Luna, indicating the creature's location. Luna's ears pricked, and she signaled to the pups. They spread out, fnking the log with practiced ease. Harry stepped to the side, wanting to help. He summoned a faint wisp of Fmes in his palm, just enough heat to startle the rabbit into fleeing the log. The poor animal darted out, right into Corlys's path. The pup pounced, ending the chase swiftly. Harry felt a pang of sympathy for the rabbit but also recognized the necessity. The forest was harsh, and the wolves needed sustenance.

  They caught a handful of rabbits that way. Harry's illusions and spells were only a small supplement to the wolves' natural prowess, yet he felt satisfied. He had contributed. Luna gave him a fond gnce that, in her silent nguage, said she knew he was doing his best. She and the pups could have chased the rabbits down without him easily, but letting him assist gave him a sense of achievement.

  They returned to the den with the day's catch, distributing the meat. Harry portioned out a small piece for himself to cook. The wolves preferred theirs raw, tearing into it joyfully. He ignited a modest fire using Fmes and a few resin-rich pine branches. A sizzling aroma filled the den as he seared his piece. The pups crowded around, sniffing at the new smell. Harry shooed them back so he wouldn't burn them inadvertently. He spiced the meat with ground Frostroot for a hint of fvor and a mild protective effect against the cold. The system winked at him with a quick message:

  [Quest Complete: A Cooperative Hunt. Reward: +50 Coins, +1 Oakflesh Spell Mastery, +1 Lesser Ward Spell Mastery.]

  He couldn't help but smile. This was so much more rewarding than the old system that gave only a trickle of coins. After the meal, the pups piled around Harry, their bellies full. He felt a flood of contentment, reflecting on how just a few months ago, he had no one, no warmth, no future. Now, he was the Omega of a family that adored him, forging an identity as a craftsman, mage, cook, and caretaker.

  The evening wore on, and he busied himself with a bit of magical experimentation. Using Frostbite, he froze a small container of water, then practiced Fmes to thaw it. The system, newly awakened, chimed in occasionally with encouraging remarks:

  "Good job, dear. Keep bancing those spells. Fire and ice must coexist in your skill set."

  He tried to combine this with his Alchemy knowledge, seeing if he could infuse water with a dual-elemental property. The process was complicated, but he managed a near success. The water glowed faintly before evaporating in a hiss. A new quest popped up:

  [New Quest: Master Fire & Ice. Objective: Create a stable elemental mixture using Fire-based and Ice-based magic or potions.Reward: +200 Coins, Fire & Ice Cloak blueprint, 2 Spin Tickets for Gacha (System-run).]

  He chuckled. Spin tickets for the Gacha? That sounded like a chance to earn random goodies. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he murmured under his breath, addressing the motherly system. He didn't receive a direct reply, but he sensed faint amusement radiating back.

  Night fell. The wolves, having feasted, sank into zy contentment. Harry prepared a small portion of the day's catch for cooking, sprinkling in a variety of herbs for fvor. It was his dinnertime. He served it in a carved wooden bowl, added a side of mushrooms from his Mycoculture stash, and called it a day. The pups devoured their st bits of raw meat, tongues lolling happily.

  Surrounded by their contented presence, Harry leaned back against Taris, letting the comfortable swirl of warmth and fur lull him. He gazed at the den's flickering shadows. The system teased:

  "Would you like a quest for snuggling? I can offer you 25 coins and a random perk if you properly cuddle with your entire pack for ten minutes."

  His cheeks flushed. "System, you can't be serious," he whispered, half-ughing. The pups gnced up at him, no doubt confused as to why he was talking to himself. He returned their affectionate stares and gently stroked Myrren's back. "Alright, you know what? Sure, why not."

  He summoned the quest:

  [Quest: Group Snuggle – Required time: 10 minutes with the entire pack.Reward: +25 Coins, random perk (Low-tier).Accept? Y/N]

  Suppressing a giggle, he mentally chose "Yes." Immediately, a 10-minute countdown floated before his vision. He sighed, letting go of self-consciousness. The pups crowded around him anyway—this was a daily occurrence. Luna and Selyria circled closer. He thought he saw Luna's muzzle quirk in a small smirk, as if she sensed the comedic nature of the situation. Harry buried his face in Nythra's soft fur, inhaling the comforting musk. If he was to be teased by the system for snuggling, so be it. It was a small price to pay for an easy reward.

  The minutes drifted slowly, and Harry could practically feel the amusement from the system's new persona. He was helpless to do anything but melt into the combined warmth of the pack. That unconditional acceptance enveloped him like a living bnket. The old Harry would have never believed such peace could exist. The boy who slept in a cupboard under the stairs, neglected and unloved, was a distant memory. Now, he had a family, even if they were wolves—and perhaps the system, with its new motherly presence, made them complete.

  [Quest Complete: Group Snuggle.]

  [Reward: +25 Coins, Perk Gained – Wolfish Comfort Aura (Low-tier).Description: Your presence soothes animals and encourages loyalty. Mild synergy with your Empathy and Restoration-based spells.]

  He grinned at the perk name. As if he needed more synergy with the wolves—but he wouldn't refuse. They seemed to sense something, each letting out a soft contented sigh. The air felt even gentler. Harry closed his eyes, drifting into a doze. He heard the motherly system's voice, like a lulby:

  "Rest well, dear. You've more to do tomorrow."

  He complied with a small nod.

  By early morning, on February 3, 1989, Harry woke with renewed energy. The sense of wonder at the system's transformation lingered, but he felt more grounded. The pups stirred around him, eager for new tasks. The system flooded him with potential quests—some comedic, some serious. A day's routine quickly formed: collecting more resources, practicing spells, maintaining the den, and weaving new items.

  He also tested the newly minted Survivalist Bundle Token. Upon activation, he felt an odd surge of knowledge meshing into his existing skill set, upgrading them:

  [Survivalist Bundle Redeemed.Skills Upgraded: Foraging, Stealth, Primitive Alchemy, Basic Firestarting → Enhanced Fire Management, Herbal Remedies → Advanced Herbal Remedies.Synergy Unlocked: Wilderness Survival Mastery (Novice).]

  He gasped as a swirl of data integrated into his mind, giving him improved instincts for reading weather patterns, tracking game, and evaluating safe food sources in winter. It was exhirating. Over the course of the day, he realized how fluidly he moved through the forest, noticing subtle changes in snow density or animal tracks. Even the pups regarded him with mild surprise at times, as if sensing he'd become more adept.

  That afternoon, he found a vantage point in a nearby clearing, practicing new spells. He had purchased a cheap Illusion spell called Calm. By weaving Calm around a startled rabbit, he managed to approach it closely without it fleeing. He let it go, of course—this was simply an exercise. Then he tried using Calm on a defensive wild bird. The effect didn't always hold for long, but every successful cast leveled up his Illusion skill. The system cheered him on with pyful encouragement.

  Even as he thrived under these new circumstances, the motherly system announced more expansions. He discovered that the interface had an Achievements tab, which awarded small bonuses for milestones. There was also a Titles rework. He had multiple titles now, including "Artisanal Hearth-Keeper," "Omega Pup of the Wolves," and "Burgeoning Archmage (Novice)," courtesy of the system's optimistic assessment of his magical path.

  That night, they feasted on a hare Selyria caught. Harry roasted a small portion for himself, mixing in frostroot herbs. He noticed a new quest appear:

  [Cooking Creativity: Create a new dish combining local herbs and a magical effect for at least a Tier 1 buff. Reward: +100 Coins, Ingredient Bundle (Mystery).]

  Well, that was a challenge worth attempting. He rummaged through his inventory, extracting various herbs he'd collected. With the help of a flicker of Fmes and a dash of Restoration-infused marinade, he concocted a dish that offered mild cold resistance. The system recognized it:

  [Frost-Kissed Hare Stew (Tier 1 Buff): Temporarily grants +5% Cold Resistance, mild HP regeneration in icy conditions.]

  [Quest Complete: Cooking Creativity.Reward: +100 Coins, Ingredient Bundle (Mystery).]

  In a fsh, a small icon popped into his Inventory—a sealed package beled "Mystery Ingredients." Harry opened it, discovering some exotic spices and an unknown magical root beled "Dragonheart Root." He had no idea what that was, but the system suggested it might enhance the potency of fire spells if brewed properly. Another project for ter.

  As February marched onward, the motherly system teased Harry with pyful daily quests: grooming sessions for each pup, humming lulbies at bedtime, or weaving decorative patterns in the fur-den den. He found it silly yet heartwarming, and the additional coins were always useful.

  He also noticed the system started awarding more advanced daily quests. For instance:

  [Daily Spell Challenge: Cast five different spells from two schools of magic each.Reward: Skill XP, +30 Coins.]

  He performed these with a delighted sense of progress. Oakflesh and Lesser Ward for Restoration and Alteration. Fmes, Frostbite, and Calm for Destruction and Illusion. By repeating such tasks, he felt his magic become smoother and more controlled. The system seemed pleased, praising his efforts in that gentle, motherly tone.

  In one comedic moment, he discovered the system had assigned a quest beled:

  [Tame a Squirrel: Objective: Befriend or calm a squirrel without harming it.Reward: +20 Coins, Squirrel Allies Perk (???)]

  It took him a few attempts to find a squirrel that didn't dart off immediately, but eventually, with a combination of Calm and gentle coaxing, he managed to befriend a curious little creature. The reward turned out to be a silly perk that increased his chances of being harassed by pyful squirrels rather than attacked by anything else. He chuckled, though the system insisted it might come in handy someday.

  When not busy with comedic quests, Harry redoubled his efforts at advanced crafting. He used newly discovered runes to inscribe magical glyphs on wooden surfaces, experimenting with ways to combine illusions to deter predators from approaching the den. It was a longer-term project, requiring precise rune carving, but the system gave him a quest for it with a decent coin reward. The pups watched him carve away at wooden pnks, occasionally resting their heads on his p. The synergy of creation and companionship filled him with contentment.

  He tested new anime-based features too, though most were locked behind a steep coin cost. The system offered glimpses into Chakra training from Naruto or early Ki control from Dragon Ball. He found the idea thrilling but far outside his price range. Instead, he spent what coins he had on small expansions to the den and potion ingredients. The system seemed approving, reminding him that slow and steady progress built a more solid foundation.

  As February dissolved into March, the forest saw occasional thaws, but deep snow still reigned. The wolves continued to flourish, well-fed and pyful. Harry had become adept at forging or sewing on the spot, weaving small warming cloaks for pups who ventured outside for extended patrols. While they might not have truly needed them, the wolves never refused. They liked his attention, and he liked providing it. Another new quest popped up on a whim from the system:

  [Building a Fashion Empire – Wolf Edition: Create or upgrade 10 cloaks for your pack, each with a unique style or function. Reward: +120 Coins, Title: Pack Stylist, 1 Random Wolf-Themed Accessory Blueprint]

  He paused in the midst of reading it and snorted with ughter. "System, you really do amuse yourself, don't you?"

  "I can't help it, dear," came the pyful response in his mind. "You have quite the fir for design. Indulge me."

  And so he did, painstakingly crafting each cloak with a personal touch: swirling runic embroidery for Myrren, dyed paw-print designs for Selune, softly lit crystal shards embedded in Taris's cloak for nighttime sparkle. The wolves, as usual, seemed intrigued by the visual novelty.

  One crisp morning near the end of February, Harry mustered the courage to ask Luna if she would spar with him. She regarded him with mild amusement and relented. They stepped outside into a gentle snowfall. Harry cast Oakflesh for extra defense, bracing himself. She circled him in a slow, deliberate manner. Even holding back, she was a force of nature. Her body nguage was calm, as if telling him she'd be gentle. Still, the moment he attempted to lunge, she easily sidestepped and pinned him with a single motion. He tried to break free, using illusions to disorient her, but she shook them off, unmoved. Each time he rose, she knocked him down again, sometimes with nothing more than a nudge from her shoulder or a nip at his cloak. Despite repeated attempts, he couldn't nd a single blow.

  He ended up sprawled in the snow, panting, while Luna stood above him, her tail wagging. Yet in her eyes, he read an odd tenderness. She was not mocking him—she was proud of his determination. He swallowed his frustration, returning her gaze with a small smile. This was his family. He didn't mind losing, so long as they understood he was trying to protect them in his own ways.

  He rose to his feet, dusting off the snow. The system teased him with a small quest completion notice:

  [Quest Complete: Brave Spar. Reward: +10 Coins, +1 Endurance, Wolf Pup Appuse (Imaginary).]

  Imaginary appuse indeed. The pups who had watched from the den's entrance rushed out, swirling around him, yipping encouragement. He ughed, patting them each on the head. Luna let out a soft huff, and he sensed her approval. She was unbelievably strong, but that only fueled his desire to keep growing.

  By March 1, 1989, the den felt more alive than ever. The motherly system's presence imbued daily tasks with a sense of pyful excitement, yering comedic or heartfelt quests onto everything Harry did. He had reorganized his skill list into neat bundles, significantly tidying up the chaos. His magical skill usage soared, as the system taught him advanced synergy combos, encouraging him to fuse Restoration and Illusion in new ways. His inventory brimmed with potions, half-finished crafts, enchanted cloaks, leftover rabbit bones carved into delicate tools, and more.

  He stood at the den's entrance that morning, letting a fresh breeze wash over his face. The pups meandered around him, some still half-asleep, others wide awake and chasing each other's tails. Selyria lounged near a patch of sunlight, regal and calm. Luna prowled the perimeter in a light trot, ever vigint. Harry found himself reflecting on the journey that had led him here. He remembered the pit of hopelessness he'd felt the night the Dursleys abandoned him in a dark forest. Now, he scarcely recognized that boy. He was an Omega beloved by wolves, a caretaker of comfort and magic, an emerging craftsman, and a determined mage.

  He cast a gnce at his system interface, newly refined. The motherly system responded immediately:

  "Yes, dear? Would you like an overview of your progress? I'm quite proud of you."

  "Please."

  A neat summary window unfurled in his mind, enumerating his achievements, skill bundles, and titles. It reminded him that though he might be physically weaker than the wolves, he had leveled up to 30, possessed over a hundred refined skills, and was forging magic to new heights day by day. The future was wide open. He yearned to break another magical binding. He itched to learn more advanced spells. He fantasized about eventually affording Chakra or Ki to stand side by side with the wolves in raw might. But each step would come in its own time. For now, he was happy with the slow pace, letting the system's motherly humor guide him.

  He gnced back into the den, where Taris had begun tugging at a half-finished cloak. He let out a soft ugh, deciding to humor the pup's impatience. If the system teased him about building a "fashion empire," so be it. The pups appreciated his efforts, and that alone was enough. He had all the love in the world right here.

  Bending down, he scratched Taris behind the ears. "Alright, you scamp," he murmured, "I'll finish it soon. I promise."

  The system chimed with a pyful challenge:

  [New Quest: Tailored to Perfection – Finish Taris's cloak with an original flourish. Reward: +75 Coins, Mystery Cloth (Rare).]

  Harry snickered, standing upright. "Challenge accepted," he whispered. Then, turning to face the quietly watchful forest, he exhaled a frosty breath that shimmered in the morning light. Snow bnketed everything in a pristine hush, but within this hush lived a family bound by unconditional love, a motherly system brimming with humor and potential, and a boy determined to keep growing.

  He felt gratitude fill every corner of his heart. "Thank you," he murmured softly, addressing both the wolves and the system. Their presence had transformed his life in ways he never imagined. As he stepped back inside, the pups trailing behind him, the day seemed radiant with promise, each minute a slow, steady path toward a future he was finally ready to shape.

  His heart brimmed with resolve. Yes, he was still the Omega and still dwarfed by the wolves' unimaginable levels. Yes, nine magical bindings remained on his core, restricting his true potential. And yes, he had countless powers beyond his reach in the system's newly expanded Shop. But none of that dimmed the simple truth: he was loved, he was learning, and he was alive in a way he never thought possible.

  Together, they drifted into the warmth of the den, the hush of winter outside framing their closeness. He had grown confident enough to believe that, no matter what challenges might lie ahead, he would meet them surrounded by the loyalty and warmth of his family—and with the motherly system as his ever-amused companion, urging him onward with gentle prods and pyful quests. Life had become a tapestry of possibility, woven from threads of magic and fur, spelled runes and cooking spices, and above all, the unwavering bond he shared with the wolves he called his own.

  [End of Chapter 7]

  [Harry's Status]Name: Harry James Potter (The Abandoned Pup)Race: Human (9/10 Magical Bindings)Title(s): Omega Pup of the Wolves, Artisanal Hearth-Keeper, Burgeoning Archmage (Novice), Pack Stylist (Pending), etc.Level: 30HP: Moderately HighMP: Greatly Expanded (One Binding Broken)Condition:

  Healthy,Warm,Well-fed

  Attributes (S.P.E.C.I.A.L.): Improved significantly from prior chapters

  Curses:

  9x Magical Bindings (Dumbledore),Horcrux

  System (Sentient, Motherly)

  Perks:

  Gamer's Mind,Gamer's Body,Empathy,Arcane Empathy,Soothing Melody,Wolfish Comfort Aura (Low-tier),and others...

  Skills & Bundles:

  Homemaker Bundle (Cooking, Cleaning, Sewing, Interior Design, etc.)Survivalist Bundle (Foraging, Stealth, Primitive Alchemy, Advanced Herbal Remedies, Wilderness Survival Mastery)Magic (Skyrim-based: Fmes, Frostbite, Oakflesh, Lesser Ward, Calm, Cirvoyance, plus synergy combos)Runic Etching, Mycoculture, Tanning & Leatherworking, Resource Analysis, Healing, Fashionista, and 100+ more

  Coins: ~Few hundred from crafts, quests, expansionsInventory:

  Legendary cloaks,potion ingredients,Mystery Cloth (awaiting quest completion),bone tools,herbs,spices,skill/crafting materials

  Quests:

  Varied dailies (snuggling, grooming, comedic tasks),building improvement, Fire & Ice synergy,Taris's cloak finishing, possible advanced hunts and magical expansions

  Overall: Harry has grown exponentially. The den has become a true sanctuary—warm, safe, and loving. The newly awakened system promises even greater adventures, forging a future bright with possibility as Harry continues to embrace his role as Omega Pup, caretaker, and ever-curious mage.

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