Discimer: I Don't Own Harry Potter
Warm light filtered through lush summer leaves, casting dappled patterns across the entrance of the wolves' den. Despite the early hour of August 1st, 1989, the forest felt alive and vibrant, alive in a way Harry had come to cherish more with each passing day. He stretched on the den's new wooden pnks—an expansion he had completed only recently. To his left, Eldra dozed with her newborn pups, six tiny bundles breathing softly, each occasionally letting out a mewling squeak. Harry's heart swelled each time he gnced at them, recalling how he had named them under the watchful gaze of the alpha.
He eased up from a nest of soft furs, mindful not to jostle the sleeping forms nearby. The motherly presence of Gaia, once known simply as "the System," hummed reassuringly at the edge of his thoughts, urging him to greet the day with purpose. Only a day had passed since he celebrated his ninth birthday by helping Eldra give birth, and though he still felt a lingering sense of wonder at that miracle, life in the forest allowed little time for lingering idleness.
He stepped outside, inhaling the warm, earthy scents of an early August morning. Summer had reached its peak: a zy haze coated the air, sweet with pollen and faint smoke from distant brush. Taris and Corlys bounded up to him, greeting him with small, excited whines. Harry ughed, patting their heads before he refocused on the interior hush of Gaia's voice.
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? Gaia Speaking ?
"My little cub," Gaia murmured gently, "you have come so far. But your journey is only beginning. Are you ready to train your mind, body, and spirit?"
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Harry answered silently with a determined nod, a thrill bubbling in his chest. He had grown comfortable in daily tasks—caring for pups, expanding the den—but he welcomed the chance to deepen his magic and physical abilities. The alpha had already shown him a few moves, subtle hints that even an Omega could develop quick reflexes and cunning in a hunt. Now, he sensed a turning point. He was ready to push further.
That morning, after a simple meal of berries and smoked fish, Harry stepped into a makeshift clearing near the den's rear, where the ground fttened, offering enough space to move about. The alpha arrived first, ghost-silent on his massive paws. Luna followed, her silver fur catching gold flecks of sun. Both wolves regarded Harry expectantly. He swallowed the lingering nerves and began with the exercises Gaia recommended.
First came body movement. He bent low, letting the alpha charge him in slow, deliberate arcs. The alpha's presence loomed—towering and unstoppable if Harry met it head-on. So Harry learned to pivot aside at the st moment, side-stepping the wolf's bulk. The alpha rumbled, half a growl, half approval. Each pass taught Harry to trust his agility and cunning. He had no illusions about equaling the alpha's raw might. Instead, he harnessed smallness as an asset—knowing how to slip through gaps, strike at an unguarded moment. Soon, Harry was rolling on the ground, diving behind a rock, or sliding around a wide trunk, using the environment as cover. It was exhausting but invigorating.
Next, Luna coaxed him into a series of bounding leaps. She demonstrated by crouching, then springing forward with fluid grace, nding without a sound. Harry tried to imitate her, unching himself from a boulder. He stumbled on the nding, chest tightening with embarrassment. But Luna offered no scorn. Instead, she circled back, bumping her muzzle to his shoulder in encouragement. Slowly, he corrected his posture. His next leap felt more banced, and though he tumbled in the grass, he realized he was improving.
The final stage that day was direct sparring. The alpha lunged, jaws parted, though with clear restraint—he never sought to harm. Harry tried conjuring illusions: swirling patterns of light to distract. The alpha paused for half a heartbeat, blinking at the phantoms. That opening let Harry slip aside, lobbing a small Fireball at the ground near the alpha's forepaws. The fsh of heat forced the alpha to recoil. The air crackled with tension. Luna whuffed softly, as though impressed. Harry exhaled, adrenaline surging. He didn't dare push further. The alpha pinned him in the next instant, a massive paw pressing lightly to his chest. But the alpha's eyes glowed with something akin to pride. He let Harry scramble free, ruffling his hair with a pyful muzzle tap.
By midday, Harry colpsed on soft moss near the den, panting from exertion. Gaia's voice purred:
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? Gaia Speaking ?
"You are learning quickly, dear one. Adaptation is your greatest strength."
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A faint shimmer materialized in his mind's eye:
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? System Message ?
New Combat Style Unlocked: Adaptive Predator – Harness your instincts, speed, and unpredictability to gain an edge against rger or stronger foes.Attribute Changes: Strength +2, Agility +3, Intelligence +2, Magic Proficiency +10%
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Relief flooded him. The bruises on his elbows and shoulders felt less troublesome, overshadowed by the excitement. Taris and Myrren approached to lick his hands, apparently congratuting him on finishing the day's training. The alpha retreated to shade, lying contently as a dark sentinel over the pack. Harry sensed a new respect in the alpha's gaze—no longer seeing him as merely a fragile pup but an Omega with potential.
Over the next two weeks, Harry refined his approach, repeating these exercises daily. He tested illusions in the forest, conjuring flickers of light to distract small animals or camoufge his presence. He practiced maintaining a small flicker of Stoneflesh to toughen his skin in close-quarters grapples with the alpha. He also worked on Greater Healing precision, patching up minor nicks on the pups after their rowdy scuffles. Each day, Gaia whispered instructions, adjusting his stance, cautioning him about overexertion, rewarding him with quiet pride whenever he persevered. By mid-August, he felt a renewed confidence in his body and magic—an improvement that seemed to glow within him like a secret fme.
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On August 18th, the pack stirred with restless energy. The alpha paced near the den's entrance at dawn, muzzle lifted to taste the breeze. Selyria and Luna stood watch, posture tense with excitement. Harry, feeling the reverberations in the air, approached. Myrren and Vaerya bounded up, circling Harry in an excited dance. Something important was happening, but it took a moment for him to decode the signals. Then he realized: a significant hunt was brewing.
He glimpsed the alpha stepping forward, letting out a low call that traveled through the clearing. Instantly, every wolf sprang to attention. Eldra, still mothering her pups, remained behind, but the rest of the pack gathered. The alpha's eyes flicked to Harry—an invitation. Harry's heart skipped. He was no typical wolf, but as the Omega, he had proven resourceful. The alpha intended him to be a scout or a strategist.
In the hours that followed, they traversed the forest in near silence. Harry trotted at the alpha's fnk, dwarfed by the massive wolf, with Luna to his right. Observing the alpha's posture, Harry realized that the target was rge, worthy of a full-pack effort. Indeed, faint hoofprints in the damp earth told him an elk or possibly a small deer herd was nearby. He used Observe, scanning footprints, broken twigs, reading the forest's subtle nguage. The system tickled his mind with small bits of data, guiding him to vantage points that overlooked meadows. He felt a wave of camaraderie whenever the alpha or Luna gnced back, silently acknowledging Harry's contributions.
The sun had risen high when they finally spotted the elk in a clearing. Its massive antlers caught the light, indicating it was a powerful specimen. The alpha rumbled a directive. Wolves fanned out, silent as specters. Harry positioned himself upwind, conjuring faint illusions on the forest fringe—flickers that made the elk nervous, distracting it from noticing the real threat creeping in from behind. The pack advanced in perfect coordination, paws gliding over grass. In a sudden explosion of movement, the alpha and Selyria lunged. The elk bolted, but illusions masked the wolves' second wave. Taris and Myrren harried its fnks, snapping at its heels. The elk reared, confused, and the alpha seized that moment, burying fangs into its hindquarters. A final thrash, and the elk succumbed to unstoppable power.
Watching from a safe vantage, Harry exhaled, heart pounding from the thrill. He had contributed—quiet illusions and scouting. The kill belonged to the wolves, but he felt a rush of pride. Gaia chimed in:
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? System Message ?
Title Earned: "Wolf's Shadow" – Your movements blend into the wild. Creatures now recognize you as part of nature.
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Warmth welled in his chest. The alpha parted from the elk, muzzle stained with blood. He padded to Harry, dropping a gleaming fang that had come loose during the struggle. Harry understood it as a token—recognition of his role. The alpha rumbled softly, pressing the fang into Harry's palm with his muzzle. Tears prickled at the corners of Harry's eyes. He gripped the fang tight, feeling the raw significance. He was no mere outsider. He was of the pack. Selyria and Luna cast him proud gnces, wagging their tails slowly. The pups scurried around, enthralled by the successful hunt. The alpha eventually beckoned them all to share in the meal. Harry let them feast, quietly cooking his portion at the edge of the clearing. That night, they returned to the den with full bellies and deeper bonds, hearts alight with success.
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Early September brought cooler winds that rustled golden leaves, a shift that Harry greeted with curiosity. He had nearly finished carving a wooden staff from the trunk of a lightning-struck tree—wood that crackled faintly with residual energy. With Gaia's gentle guidance, he chiseled runes along its length, focusing on synergy with the illusions and elemental spells he'd practiced. The alpha sniffed at it whenever he passed, intrigued by the tent power.
Around September 3rd, Gaia awakened him one morning with a soft nudge in his mind:
"Creation is an art, my little cub. Let me teach you how to weave power into objects..."
He spent the following days engrossed in advanced enchantment lessons. Stalks of cunningly farmed spider silk, resins gleaned from pine trees, crushed gemstones—he combined these in eborate rituals, yering them onto basic items. For a start, he crafted a Frost-Edge Dagger by fusing ice runes with sharpened bone. Testing it on a fallen log revealed a chilling effect that bit into wood with frosty cracks. He also refined the alpha's personal cloak, sewing runic sigils that deflected water and trapped warmth. At the alpha's questioning rumble, Harry only smiled, proud. He sensed the alpha was pleased by the cloak's comfort. Lastly, he made an amulet from a wolf fang, threading it onto a leather cord and weaving illusions in its core to raise agility. He tested it personally, noticing improved reflexes whenever he wore it.
The system recognized his efforts:
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? System Message ?
Perk Gained: "Runesmith's Touch" – You can now imbue deeper enchantments into crafted items.
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He practically glowed at the prospect. In the evenings, he sparred using the Frost-Edge Dagger, focusing on quick strikes. Or he tested a new "Runic Cloak of the Alpha" that fred with swirling illusions whenever he channeled mana. The illusions shimmered like ghostly wolf silhouettes, mesmerizing onlookers. Pack members found it oddly beautiful. The alpha rumbled low, as if granting silent approval.
When October arrived, the forest wore a brilliant patchwork of reds, oranges, and gold. The bright autumn sun cast soft, angur light over the den's entrance each morning. Days were cooler, but the pack found the crisp air energizing. Harry, too, felt a spark in his daily tasks. He spent more time experimenting with advanced illusions, summoning ephemeral shapes that danced among falling leaves, or weaving illusions around pups to amuse them with swirling lights. All seemed peaceful.
But on October 31st, 1989, he woke unsettled. An ache tugged at his chest. He couldn't name it. The morning forest glimmered as always, yet everything felt darker, stifled. Taris tried nudging him for py, but he brushed her away, feeling an uncharacteristic heaviness in his limbs. He glimpsed the alpha giving him a puzzled look. Luna approached, whining softly, her muzzle pressed to his side. Still, the feeling wouldn't vanish.
He stepped outside, ignoring the pack's curious gnces. Gaia's presence felt oddly muted, as though she, too, wrestled with a hush that blocked her usual warmth. Harry wandered aimlessly, each breath hitching. Something was wrong, some sorrow or longing that prickled behind his ribs. He didn't recall anyone in particur; he just knew his heart bled for a memory he couldn't grasp.
By midday, the heaviness grew unbearable. He found himself climbing a rocky outcrop that overlooked the entire forest canopy. The pack followed at a distance, concerned. Once at the top, he gathered wildflowers in trembling hands—daisies, meadow blooms—pressing them to his chest as though they were a shield against the inexplicable sadness.
Quietly, he knelt on a ft stone, gazing at the sky, tears sliding down his cheeks without reason. In a low voice, he whispered, "I don't know who you are, or why my heart hurts, but... I need to honor you. I'm sorry... please, be at peace."
He id the flowers there, letting the breeze scatter petals. A hush fell over the clearing. The alpha prowled closer, but gave him space. The pups hovered, ears drooping in empathy. Luna sat, offering a soft whine. Harry closed his eyes, feeling the wind swirl. So many vague images fluttered in his mind—a woman's tender smile, a man's ughter—and then nothing. His chest cramped with longing, but the specifics escaped him.
A faint system prompt:
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? System Message ?
Unknown Emotional Recognition – Your soul remembers something your mind does not. A lost connection stirs.
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He exhaled shakily, letting the tears fall. In the hush, the forest felt somber. He sensed a thread linking him to something lost—a tragedy on this date that overshadowed his unknown past. He could only guess that it involved the parents he had never known, the reason he had become an orphan in the first pce. Yet no memory surfaced, only raw grief. He stayed there for hours, watched quietly by the alpha. When he finally rose, the sorrow lingered, but he felt a hint of catharsis. Something was honored, if not understood.
Miles away, on that same October 31st, Albus Dumbledore seethed in an office lined with the bizarre instruments that once monitored "Harry James Potter." Each now stood inert, their whirrs and clicks absent. The old wizard's eyes bzed with fury behind half-moon spectacles. His illusions of infallibility cracked each time he verified: yes, the ward spells had died, the tracking charms fizzled. Harry had vanished into thin air a year ago, leaving no trace. Dumbledore clutched his wand so tight his knuckles went white.
He spat at the silver phoenix statue perched on a shelf. Once, it symbolized his wisdom and cunning. Now, it mocked him. In a fit of rage, he hurled a reductor curse, shattering the statue into glittering shards. He gred at the wreckage, chest heaving. In the confines of his mind, a torrent of arrogance and frustration raged. He had never truly cared for the boy—only for the prophecy, for the pn to wield Harry as a pawn or a scapegoat, depending on the outcome. The Wizarding World, in Dumbledore's twisted perspective, needed a savior or a scapegoat, and he alone believed he held the right to shape that future.
"Bsted boy!" he roared, voice echoing in the high-ceilinged office. "Where are you?!"
Nothing answered him but the hush of empty halls. He gazed at Fawkes' perch, vacant for the moment, the phoenix off somewhere. The old wizard seethed, pacing to and fro, muttering about "fate," "the Greater Good," and how the Wizarding World was supposed to revolve around his orchestrations. The memories of pcing magical bindings on Harry, ensuring he remained pliant, flickered in Dumbledore's mind. That all seemed worthless now. His carefully id plots to maneuver Harry as the final shield against Tom Riddle had colpsed the moment Harry slipped from his grasp.
He resolved to double his efforts, perhaps reactivating old wards or forging new ones. But each attempt thus far had yielded nothing. The child might as well have ceased to exist. Dumbledore smmed his fists onto his desk, teeth bared in furious resentment. He would find the boy eventually, he told himself. The child was too important to remain hidden forever.
But tonight, the silence mocked him, and the rebellious, intangible spirit of a boy thriving in the wild fanned the fmes of his failure.
In the forest, a gentle autumn cooled the nights, leaving the days mild and pleasant. Harry, unknowing of Dumbledore's wrath, resumed his routine, though he occasionally caught the echo of that October sorrow. Gaia offered quiet comfort, urging him to keep his mind open to future revetions. She also ushered him into a new wave of magical growth. By early November, she had begun unveiling advanced categories.
One crisp morning, on November 3rd, Gaia's voice rippled with excitement:
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? Gaia Speaking ?
"My dear cub, your horizons are expanding. Let me show you the path to greater mastery."
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Harry blinked as the system interface blossomed with new tabs: Elemental Mastery, Summoning Magic, and something locked called "Bloodline Awakening." He felt a tingle of anticipation. He had merely scratched the surface with Fireball, Frost spells, illusions, healing. Now, he stood on a threshold of deeper elements, possibly Earth, Wind, or even Summoning. Joy fluttered in his chest at the possibilities.
He practiced first with elemental synergy. Summoning a swirl of leaves under Wind's guidance, shaping lumps of earth near the den's walls, forging a small watery orb from a nearby stream. Meanwhile, he continued perfecting Fire spells, culminating in what Gaia christened "Inferno Strike"—a potent burst of fme that could be directed like a spear. He tested it under the alpha's watchful eye, bsting a fallen log to cinders in seconds. The alpha's tail wagged in approval. The pups jumped back in arm, then yipped excitedly.
Next, with Summoning Magic, Harry discovered how to call forth ephemeral wolf spirits. The first attempt left him trembling with exertion, but eventually, he formed a shimmering outline of a translucent wolf. It whirled around him, howling silently before fading into the ether. Luna, impressed, licked Harry's cheek in a maternal show of pride. The alpha rumbled a quiet acknowledgment. Even the newly born pups, wobbling on unsteady legs, approached to sniff the faint after-traces of that astral wolf.
As the days marched toward mid-November, Harry tested his new abilities in the pack's daily life. He conjured a Wolf Spirit to help track small prey, guiding Taris and Corlys through a dense patch of brambles. He practiced Inferno Strike to clear dead branches, ensuring the den's perimeter remained safe from falling debris. Each time, Gaia whispered affirmations, praising his control and creativity. She recognized that he was stepping into a realm of magic once overshadowed by curses and constraints pced by dark meddling in his past. Freed from the Dursleys, guided by wolves, and now tutored by a motherly spirit—he soared beyond what anyone might have predicted.
November 15th arrived with a crisp breeze that rattled the thinning leaves. That morning, Harry sparred with the alpha, using his newly enchanted staff. For the first time, he managed to stand toe-to-toe for a short while, blending illusions, Stoneflesh, and deft staff movements to slip from the alpha's lethal pounce. He still ended pinned, ughing and breathless, but the alpha's approving look assured him he had truly grown. That evening, after a hearty meal, Harry colpsed onto the den's bedding with a fulfilled sigh. The motherly voice of Gaia lulled him:
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? Gaia Speaking ?
"You are ready to wield greater power, my little cub. Let us see what you can become."
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His dreams that night swirled with phantom images of a distant life—halls of stone, a flickering memory of bright eyes and a tragic night—but whenever he reached to grasp them, they vanished. He awoke on November 16th, uneasy but determined. He had a new set of illusions to perfect and a Wolf Spirit Summon to refine. The pack needed him strong, especially with winter eventually looming.
By November 17th, the forest had fully donned its autumn palette, drifting ever closer to winter. Branches grew bare in many areas, and the once-lush canopy had given way to crunchy leaf litter on the ground. Harry stood outside the den's entrance at midday, gazing at a line of distant clouds. They hung heavy and dark, hinting at a storm to come. The pups wrestled nearby, yipping in spirited glee. Eldra's brood, still tiny, waddled around with adorable squeaks, kept safe by Selyria and Luna's watchful vigince. The alpha surveyed his territory from a nearby ridge. Everything felt calm, for now.
But as Harry looked at those brooding clouds, a chill rippled along his spine. Gaia, too, whispered a caution in his mind:
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? Gaia Speaking ?
"The past is calling, little cub. Soon, you will have to listen."
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He inhaled, a swirl of confusion and resolve tangling in his chest. There was so much he didn't know—about the wizarding world, about his parents, about the ties that once bound him. Yet he felt no immediate desire to abandon his pack for such mysteries. Instead, he reaffirmed that he would move forward on his own terms. If that meant confronting ghosts of the past one day, so be it. For now, he would gather strength and love here, among fur and warm camaraderie.
The st golden rays of the sun slid behind thickening clouds, painting the clearing in pale orange shadows. A hush settled. Harry turned to rejoin the wolves in the den, feeling content that no matter what storm approached, he had found a family that cherished him, a motherly system that guided him, and a destiny he could shape with his own two hands.
He paused at the den's threshold, letting the alpha pass with a regal stride. The alpha brushed Harry's shoulder gently, a paternal gesture that nearly brought tears of gratitude. As night fell, Harry slipped inside. Eriwen and Taris rushed to meet him, brimming with pyful energy. He patted their heads, whispering a silent thanks to Gaia for every blessing he had discovered since leaving that old, cruel life behind.
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[Harry's Status: November 17th, 1989]
Name: Harry James Potter (The Abandoned Pup)Race: Human (7/10 Magical Bindings Remaining)Title(s): Omega Pup of the Wolves, Guardian of the Forest, Burgeoning Archmage, Mythic Artisan, Runic Smith, Summoner of the WildLevel: 90HP: 9,000MP: 90,000 / 2,500,000Condition: Healthy, Thriving, Poised for Greater Challenges
Magic Mastery Progress: ~55%
New Spells Learned:
-Inferno Strike – A concentrated bst of fire, augmented by runes.
-Wolf Spirit Summon – Conjure an astral wolf companion for scouting or minor combat assistance.
Crafting Mastery: Mythic-Level Items (Advanced Enchantments, Runesmith's Touch)
System Coins: ~10,000
Next Quest Unlocked:"The Echoes of the Past" – A distant call beckons. Uncover forgotten truths once veiled by sorrow and time.
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Harry's eyes lingered on that final quest prompt, heart tingling with both curiosity and trepidation. The outlines of a destiny once hidden in darkness now pulled at him, unearthing half-buried memories. But for tonight, he turned back to the pack, letting the warmth of companionship eclipse the quiet omen. The future stood uncertain and bright, a path he would walk bravely, guided by love, shaped by the primal strength of wolves, and ever nurtured by Gaia's gentle, motherly presence.
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