Discimer: I don't Own Harry Potter
The first light of dawn on November 17th, 1989, found Harry quietly tending the fur-draped floor of the den. Outside, the forest glimmered with a delicate frost, a faint white sheen that traced fallen leaves and the smooth stones bordering the wolves' clearing. From his vantage inside, he could see the silhouettes of packmates stirring, their warm breaths curling into the chilly air.
He'd risen early, careful not to rouse the pups snoozing against his sides. They were growing fast—Eldra's newborns, now more stable on their wobbly legs. Taris and Myrren, older but still youthful, sprawled nearby, as though continuing the protective circle they formed around him each night. He'd grown used to feeling their soft fur pressed against him, their small movements a gentle comfort in the den's darkness.
A quiet step brought him to the den's entrance, where he paused. He felt the tip of his nose sting with the cold, the crisp scent of pine drifting past. Before him, on a raised rock, stood the alpha—midnight-bck fur dense against the wintry breeze, silver eyes scanning the territory. Harry's chest tightened with admiration, a feeling that had only grown stronger since naming this imposing wolf "Thunder" in his thoughts. There was something about that regal posture, that unwavering gaze, that made Harry feel safe and inspired all at once. Thunder flicked an ear at Harry's arrival, but did not turn his head; the gesture alone told Harry he was noticed, included, even in these silent morning rituals.
He exhaled, stepping fully out of the den, the chill biting at his bare feet. A light dusting of snow crunched beneath him. The pups inside scuffled, squeaking in protest at the lost warmth, but soon settled under Luna's watchful lull. The older wolves dozed or wandered the perimeter, trusting Thunder's vigince. Harry lifted his gaze to the pale sky, letting the day's hush sink into him, carrying the warmth of belonging that thrummed whenever he looked at Thunder.
Over the next days, life in the den continued in that gentle flow: hunts for fresh meat, caretaker tasks for the newborn pups, the alpha's silent watch over them all. Harry's role as Omega remained deeply comforting. As Omega, he was gently teased, pinned in pyful spats, tumbled by pups learning to wrestle. He never minded. If anything, it deepened his sense of family. On November 20th, well past noon, he sat in the den's widest chamber, arms open as three of Eldra's newest pups cmbered onto him. Their little paws batted at his cheeks, their needle-like teeth tested his clothes, but none truly hurt him. Taris and Myrren hovered close by, tails wagging, occasionally pulling a pup off if it got too rough. Harry only ughed. He found the pups' earnest curiosity heartwarming.
Luna watched from a corner, eyes gleaming with amusement. At times, she'd step in to nudge away a pup that tried gnawing too hard on Harry's sleeves. He suspected she was teaching them boundaries, ensuring they recognized that even if Harry was Omega, he wasn't to be harmed. She would whine or poke with her nose until each young wolf got the message: respect him, even in py. Harry felt his throat tighten at that show of care. Overhearing the scuffle, Thunder padded in—looming rge over the youngsters. A single low rumble sent them scattering, though not in fear but in swift recognition of his authority. Harry offered a grateful smile, earning a small tilt of Thunder's head in return.
When evening fell each day, Harry busied himself weaving improvements into the den. The air was turning sharper, and frosty nights would soon give way to deeper snows. Determined to keep the pack snug, Harry pnned expansions and reinforcements. By early December, his enchanting and construction knowledge had advanced significantly under Gaia's gentle guidance. He lined walls with thick hides scavenged from hunts, sewing them in overpping yers. Then, with a calm breath, he infused them with warming runes, each stitched carefully to hold residual heat. The interior soon radiated a mild glow, enough to keep the cold at bay without stifling the natural flow of air.
He expanded the sleeping areas, especially for Eldra and her pups. Using both illusions and mundane digging, he carved an alcove that branched from the main cavern. Thunder observed from behind, occasionally sniffing the freshly removed soil. Harry conjured small spells of Earth manipution to smooth the walls and keep them stable, yering in enchantments for structural support. He designed a separate chamber for storing food, an idea born from repeated worry about spoige. He froze sections of the floor with frost runes, using small pockets of ice magic to keep meats fresh. By December 10th, the transformations were substantial. The alpha tested each new addition, stepping carefully into the storage nook, sniffing the iced floor. Convinced of its integrity, he trotted out and gave Harry's hand a gentle nuzzle. Luna greeted the changes with bright-eyed satisfaction, licking Harry's forehead as though crowning him for his thoughtful work. Eldra curled up in the new area, grateful for the warmer, quieter spot to nurse the pups.
In these small but vital tasks, Harry found a sense of purpose beyond measure. He carried no resentment for all the bor. In fact, every improvement that made the pack's life easier brought him joy. The motherly voice of Gaia would sometimes tease him lightly: "Careful, dear cub, or you'll turn this den into a pace." He would grin at that, replying in thought that the pack deserved every comfort he could provide.
Midnight on December 15th arrived without warning. Harry slept deeply, dreaming of swirling lights he half recognized, possibly from a life he'd left behind. He saw flickers: a fsh of green light, a screaming echo, a distant ache. Then an eruption of raw magic jolted him awake. Pain nced through every vein, like his core was being ripped open from within. He gasped, gripping handfuls of fur in the bedding, tears streaming down his cheeks unbidden. No time to rationalize—something was unspooling in his soul.
In the corner of his eye, a faint system prompt:
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? System Notification ?
Warning: One of your Magical Bindings is Breaking. Prepare for Mana Expansion.
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The agony doubled. Harry choked on a cry, feeling arcs of invisible power rippling under his skin. He trembled, heart hammering, each breath a ragged struggle. The alpha's silhouette loomed at once, awakened by the disturbance. His silver eyes shone with arm, yet he stood watchful, not interfering with a natural shift he seemed to recognize as important. Luna pressed close to Harry's side, muzzle against his forehead, whining softly, trying to soothe him with warmth.
A final wave of scorching light fred behind Harry's eyelids. He spasmed, chest locking up—then, in a single, cosmic snap, the pain vanished, repced by a flood of crity. His lungs dragged in air. A dizzy hush reigned. Through blurred vision, he saw Taris and Myrren edging near, fearful whines in their throats, and the alpha's commanding stance that kept the younger wolves from swarming Harry. The system's message flickered through Harry's mind:
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? System Notification ?
Binding 6/10 Broken. MP Capacity Increased.MP: 150,000 / 2,500,000
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He sagged, tears dripping onto his cheeks, shoulders trembling from the aftershock of so much unleashed magic. The alpha bent to sniff him, ensuring no external harm. Then, satisfied, Thunder gave a low, rumbling acceptance. Luna licked the tears from Harry's face, her ears pinned back with concern. The entire pack circled around, offering their presence like a living bnket. Slowly, his breathing steadied, though the new capacity of mana coursing through him felt dangerously uncontained. Gaia whispered:
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? Gaia Speaking ?
"Breathe, dear cub. Let the energy settle. You have freed more of your true power."
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Harry exhaled shakily, letting the wolves' closeness ground him. Over the next hours, they dozed fitfully, half-guarding Harry as his mana slowly found equilibrium. By dawn, the worst had passed. He y there exhausted, yet oddly exhirated, leaning his head against Luna's fnk, whispering thanks to her and to Gaia for guiding him through the ordeal.
The December days that followed found Harry exploring the edges of this heightened magic. Simple illusions fred brighter, his healing touch felt more potent, and conjuring small bursts of fme no longer strained him. He marveled at the difference, uncertain if he'd ever approach the pack's monstrous strength, but feeling at least that he could better defend them or care for them as needed. The alpha noticed, too—during a short spar, Harry maintained Stoneflesh for far longer, parrying swipes of the alpha's paw with minimal recoil.
As the winter solstice approached, quiet snowfalls dusted the forest. Between hunts, the pack often stayed curled in the den's cozy recesses, dozing in a communal warmth. The pups grew bigger, stumbling around with more confidence, nibbling on scraps of leftover kills. Harry tended them with unwavering affection, free from the bitterness that had once haunted him in the Dursley home. Gaia's presence was a near-constant, sometimes bantering with him, other times guiding him to refine a new brew of herbal potions or to carve a runic design with greater precision.
Late in December, curiosity guided him deeper into the System's Shop. He'd gnced at it before but had never truly explored the vast array of spells, skills, and enhancements. Now, flush with over ten thousand System Coins earned from quests, hunts, and the daily tasks Gaia assigned, he let his mind wander the listings. Gaia, as if smirking in motherly delight, ushered him through skill categories:
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? Gaia Speaking ?
"So eager to see what treasures await you, my cub? Let's see what suits your journey."
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He purchased six new skills. Mystic Herbalism promised advanced understanding of magical pnts, letting him craft potent salves. Silent Step improved stealth, especially in forest undergrowth. Battle Awareness heightened his reaction speed, a boon in hunts or training. Runic Combat Mastery allowed direct fusion of runes with active battle techniques, a bridging of his illusions and raw offense. Beast Speech (Tier 1) intrigued him the most, hinting at bridging the gap with the wolves' nuanced nguage. And Elemental Resistance (Minor) offered a subtle buffer against harsh elements—perfect for winter's extremes.
Next, he eyed the abilities section. Mana Shield, for conjuring a protective barrier. Blood Instinct, a surge of strength when defending loved ones. Moonlight Restoration, a healing buff under the full moon. Wild Empathy, further bridging his bond with animals. Shadow Cloak, brief invisibility in darkness. And Gaia's Whisper, an attunement that let him sense shifts in the natural realm. Each purchase felt like unwrapping a gift. By the time he was done, his heart pounded with excitement. So many possibilities to weave into daily life, further ensuring the pack's comfort and safety.
He tested some discreetly. On a crisp morning near year's end, he tried Silent Step around the alpha's vantage point. Thunder, usually hyper-aware, didn't notice Harry until he was mere feet away—an impressive feat. The alpha flicked his ear in surprise, letting out a huff that sounded almost approving. Another time, with Beast Speech (Tier 1), he thought he gleaned a faint meaning behind a pup's insistent whine. It was more sensation than words, something akin to "hungry, bored, wanting to py." Harry almost yelped in glee at that subtle connection. The motherly system teased him: "You'll master their nguage soon enough. Patience, dear."
He poured over these expansions until the final days of December. The forest y in a deep hush, bnketed by light snow, the nights long and star-filled. He discovered that Mana Shield gave him a gentle buffer if the alpha tackled him during training, though it drained MP at a steady pace. Blood Instinct surfaced unexpectedly when a brash pup slipped near a ledge. Harry lunged with startling strength, snatching it back to safety. The alpha recognized the sudden spike in Harry's aura, a short but potent flush of protectiveness. Moonlight Restoration he tested under a bright lunar glow, finding that his healing spells grew sharper, weaving torn muscle or bruises more quickly. The synergy with the runes hammered into his staff felt downright exhirating. He sensed that in a crisis, these new powers could tilt the bance in his favor.
Around them, winter passed in gentle cycles of hunts and quiet companionship. In the hush of mid-January, the pups chased each other over freshly fallen snow, yipping and scattering powder. The alpha guided them with occasional growls, teaching discipline. Luna roamed with pregnant Eldra—who had given birth earlier but still needed postpartum rest—showing her hidden corners of the forest. Selyria accompanied Harry on short herb-gathering ventures. Freed from the constant need to expand the den, he sometimes found small pockets of time to simply stroll among snow-den pines, breath fogging, listening to the forest breathe.
When February dawned, the days lengthened, each morning brightening sooner, each afternoon lingering with orange sunlight. By February 20th, the snows receded in pces, the den's warmth ensuring none of the wolves suffered from the cold. That evening, Harry found himself standing side by side with Thunder, gazing at a sky sprinkled thick with stars. The rest of the pack dozed inside, content after a successful hunt. Harry inhaled, letting the crisp air fill his lungs. He sensed the alpha's immense presence near him, a paternal calm that told him everything was right in the world. He saw it in the flick of Thunder's ear, the faint rumble in his throat acknowledging Harry's closeness. A memory stirred of how lonely he had once been, locked under stairs, told he was worthless. Now, he had a father figure in the form of a mighty wolf, and an entire forest that recognized him as a caretaker, a craftsman, a budding mage.
Gaia's soft voice brushed the edge of his mind, "The bonds you've forged here will never fade, my dear one. Treasure them." He nodded silently, feeling gratitude swirl in his chest. The alpha tilted his head, as though reading Harry's reaction, and gave him a short, warm growl that resonated with acceptance. When they returned to the den, the pups curled around Harry's legs. He draped an arm around Taris, pressing his cheek to her thick fur, heart brimful with affection.
The next days were quiet, though an undercurrent told Harry that time was marching onward. On the morning of February 23rd, the forest awoke to a new hush. Patches of ice still clung to shaded spots, but trickles of meltwater carved paths in the snowpack. A sense of anticipation stirred in Harry's bones, a hint that the season of deeper snows was receding, repced by a near-spring transitional hush. Standing outside the den, he scanned the horizon. The alpha emerged behind him, posture alert, scanning as well. Harry noticed how each breath of Thunder's chest moved in perfect sync with the forest's gentle sway. That synergy made Harry's heart flutter.
He turned to see the rest of the pack drifting into the clearing—Selyria, Luna, Eldra with her brood bounding around her paws, Taris and Myrren weaving in pyful arcs. They gathered as though expecting an event. Harry chuckled softly, brushing a stray leaf from his cloak. The morning light caught a swirl of illusions he'd woven into the hem, the faint patterns glinting like ghostly runes. The alpha raised his head, letting out a single, commanding bark, calling them all to attention. Harry sensed in it a note of closure, an acknowledgment of winter's end.
Gaia's presence fred, and in that instant, a system prompt glimmered before his eyes:
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? System Notification ?
"Main Quest Updated: The Echoes of the Past Grow Louder."
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His breath caught. Then another swirl:
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? System Notification ?
"Level Up: 100"
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A wave of warmth, less violent than the magical binding break, but still potent. He felt a gentle surge of power tingling in his muscles and mana. The alpha watched him with measured calm, as though such transformations no longer surprised him. The rest of the wolves, noticing an aura shift around Harry, pricked their ears. Luna rubbed her muzzle to his shoulder, Taris gave a short, excited yip, and Selyria whined softly in approval. The newborn pups hopped around him, clueless yet drawn to the hum of magic swirling in the air.
Harry exhaled, pcing a hand to his chest. A sense of finality and possibility merged, leaving him both excited and uncertain. Gaia's voice settled gently:
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? Gaia Speaking ?
"Be prepared, dear cub. The forest will always be your home, but the past you left behind... it calls. In time, you may choose to answer."
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He nodded. Deep inside, he knew the wizarding world still lingered somewhere beyond these trees, but he had grown among wolves, found family here. If that lost realm demanded his return, it would find him stronger than ever, heart anchored by the pack's devotion. For now, though, he turned to face the alpha. Thunder looked down, eyes gleaming with acceptance. Harry lifted a hand, fingertips brushing Thunder's fur, feeling a silent vow pass between them.
A hush enveloped the clearing. The pups quieted, sensing the moment. Overhead, the winter sky glowed with pale sunshine. In the distance, birds ventured tentative calls, as if welcoming the day. Harry inhaled, fully aware that though a new chapter of power had opened, he was far from done forging his path. Surrounded by wolves that cherished him, guided by a motherly system that whispered hints of destiny, Harry James Potter stood at Level 100, an Omega pup once overshadowed by cruelty, now
shining with potential. And in the hush of that February morning, the forest seemed to bow in recognition of the unbreakable bonds weaving them all together.
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Harry's Status (February 23rd, 1990):
Name: Harry James Potter (The Abandoned Pup)Race: Human (6/10 Magical Bindings Remaining)Title(s): Omega Pup of the Wolves, Guardian of the Forest, Burgeoning Archmage, Mythic Artisan, Runic Smith, Summoner of the WildLevel: 100HP: 10,000MP: 150,000 / 2,500,000Condition: Healthy, Thriving, Poised for Greater Challenges
Key Updates:
Strength: Incrementally increased through daily sparring
Agility: Sharpened, now allowing near-silent forest movement
Magic Mastery Progress: ~65% with new advanced spells
Skills and Abilities Gained:
Mystic Herbalism, Silent Step, Battle Awareness, Runic Combat Mastery, Beast Speech (Tier 1), Elemental Resistance (Minor)
Mana Shield, Blood Instinct, Moonlight Restoration, Wild Empathy, Shadow Cloak, Gaia's Whisper
Next Quest: "The Echoes of the Past Grow Louder."
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As the wolf pack pressed close, Harry gazed outward, imagining how the world might shift in the months ahead. Yet warmth filled him. He would face every dawn secure in the knowledge that no matter what revetions the future held, he was bound to this forest, these wolves, and the motherly spirit who nurtured him toward a destiny unwritten.
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