Chapter 2
[Slept for 8 hours]–
Mind and body at 100% functionality
With a gasp he sat up, quickly scanning his surrounding.
He was back in his room. The familiar whiteness doing as much to calm him down as his gamer's mind.
'What happened?'
The last thing he remembered was... Hydra's experimentation.
The gamer's mind rippled as raged coursed through him.
'How dare they!?'
Harry reveled in the rage. The urge to rip apart those humans, to tear them limb from limb...it made a smile lit upon his face. Cold and malicious, and eager for blood.
All too soon however, the Gamer's mind made its presence known and the cold calm logic reigned supreme again.
This loss of control was... worrying. He'd never let anger control him before, especially under the Gamer's mind. The tornado of emotions had always been under his control. He was the one to decide when to feel them and when not to, with the help of Gamer's mind.
But now... something was done to him. The wild state of his mind that had managed to crack the Gamer's mind...it had to be the experiment.
'What did they do?'
With a start, he remembered the last msg by the system, quickly opening his notifs.
[Adaptation Complete]
[Perk Gained]–
Super Soldier, Enhanced Growth
'Status'
Harry Potter
Age: 8
Race: Wizard
Level: 14
Mana: 240/240
Health: 140/140
Stamina: 140/140
Stats
Strength: 11 (14)
Speed: 12 (15)
Dexterity: 12 (15)
Vitality: 11 (14)
Endurance: 11 (14)
Intelligence: 21 (24)
Wisdom: 20 (23)
Points: 14
Perks–
Super Soldier (Lvl 1/10): 3 to all stats
Enhanced Growth (Passive): Physical body will grow faster.
Ah yes, now it made sense. He knew about the serum, and their constant attempts to replicate it. But he never would've guessed that it would be used on him. He was just a random wizard afterall. They didn't even know his full name, assuming him to be one of the dursleys.
It must've been due to his system. They did not know about it, sure. But the oddities in his growth would've surely tempted them. The system's growth was too constant to go unnoticed.
He still remembered the first time he had opened his status. Still remembered the erratic stats.
Harry Potter
Age: 4
Race: Wizard
Level: 4
Mana: 110/110
Health: 10/10
Stamina: 10/10
Stats
Strength: 1
Speed: 2
Dexterity: 2
Vitality: 1
Endurance: 1
Intelligence: 11
Wisdom: 10
Points: 4
He had been so weak back then. So... inconsistent. Stats all over the place. Thankfully, his gamer system increased every stat by one with each level gain.
So he grew stronger and faster every time he Leveled up. It hadn't been too noticable last year. He'd only leveled up 6 times in 4 years afterall. While 7 points of strength was more than any kid should have, it still wasn't superhuman.
But gaining 4 levels in a year? That was noticable. And Harry had no way to hide it. Not when he was forced to push his limits everyday through a series of exhausting exercises.
Yes, his system must've been the reason for his selection.
But he wasn't complaining. Of course not.
Afterall, he will make sure to use his newly gained perk... quite thoroughly.
The smile that curved upon his face would've shattered all the confidence and trust the agent had in him, had he been present.
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One year later:
"Report."
"Harry has just finished learning what the magicals call 'Unforgivables'. He is proficient with all the three spells, though he shows most aptitude for the mind control spell."
"It's called Imperius, agent seventeen. And I still believe this has been a mistake. Even the wizards agree with me. No child should've been able to cast the spells without proper training."
"Clearly you are wrong, and so are the wizards, considering Harry certainly can. The wizards also said to start his training from the basics, showing how little they truly know. We do not need him to cast those stupid red flashes. We are creating a weapon here, not a clown. And Harry has exceeded all the expectations so far. Your worries are baseless."
"And how do you know he will not turn on us? We should give him the chair. Hardwire true loyalty in him. He grows dangerous every day. Soon, his absurd growth may outgrow us as well. We must administer the chair to avoid any risks."
"And lose his natural ability to learn and think? Harry can be so much more than the winter Soldier. In time, he may even be able to lead us."
"I say again, this is a mistake. The boy is a flight risk, and you are giving him all the tools to break free. Your words have no weight when it comes to his loyalty. Why should we trust you?"
"...He will soon start learning the mind arts. Mind reading and protection. Our wizards can peer inside his mind with the excuse of training him. It will keep away any resentment from brewing and show us what he truly thinks about us. I simply ask the leader to have patience. You will have all your answers then, I just need some time. A few more missions for him to understand the importance of this matter."
"And you shall have it. Remember this my friends, should we succeed in this, the Mystique Soldier program may even push down the winter Soldier in importance. There is no greater honour to be had. So do your absolute best. Hail hydra."
"Hail hydra."
"Hail hydra."
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Harry Potter sat in his white room, closed eyes and crossed legged, twirling a small 9 inch wand between his fingers.
It was a delicate thing, light brown in colour with exquisite marbling. It's chocolate brown handle fit in his palm snuggly, shining under the whiteness of the room. Beechwood and dragon heartstring, his teacher had told him. Suitable for subtlety and artistry when matched, he'd said. Perfect for him.
Harry didn't believe so. And neither did his system.
[Beech wand]
Wood: Beech
Core: Dragon Heartstring
Compatibility: 60%
Loyalty: 4
Versatility: 6
Power: 5
He didn't complain, but logic concluded that he should be able to do better than mere 60%. It still worked, and that's what truly mattered.
Though he did wonder if this was done purposefully. To avoid giving him too much power.
He wouldn't be surprised. The hydra has been short with him lately. Pushing him to do better and better everytime.
It was starting to grow irritating. And while he appreciated the chance to feel something other than cold logic, it was still, in the end, irritating.
The past year has been wild, admittedly. Getting a wand and learning spells...his schedule had completely changed. His first magical teacher had started with the most basic spell, levitation charm. But then he'd suddenly left basics after a single spell and started teaching him the stunning spell. It was a shade harder to learn, even with lvl 35 mana manipulation.
Harry had always had the ability to manipulate his magic wandlessly. At lvl 35, he could shape the magic to help him through some tough situations. May it be forming a translucent magical wall in front of him, or shooting a razor sharp blade at his enemies, or even using a weaker version of telekinesis to move objects without touching them.
But using spells had quickly brought a different type of power. The wand made his magic flow a thousand times easier, to the point that he could manipulate it to do all of his Wandless tricks without even a tenth of the concentration it usually took him.
Though he'd soon came to find that his tricks were much more weaker and basic than actual spells. His teacher had shown him the protego spell in passing, and he had to admit, it made him feel like a neanderthal. His magical wall could simply not compare.
So while relying on a wooden stick made him uncertain, he couldn't deny it's usefulness. Not that his mana manipulation became useless of course. Due to the ease with which he could bend his magic, he'd taken to spells like a fish to water, learning both the levitation charm and stunning spell in a single week, while keeping up with his other training.
For some reason however, his teacher was soon replaced by a new one, and for the last 11 months, they had only focused on three curses; The killing curse, the Torture curse, and the Imperius curse.
A shame, really. He'd love to learn more about magic than simply killing and torturing, even though torture was perhaps one of his most favourite activity. But magic?...Yes..that was where his true hardwork went. The things he had seen his first teacher do had brought with it an excitement that was utterly foreign to his mind.
Magic itself filled him with wonderful emotions. He did not know what love was exactly, but if it was anything like the textbook description, then he might just be in love with magic.
And his love and hardwork was generously rewarded by the system.
Magical Skills-
Levitation Charm (Lvl 38)
Stunning Charm (Lvl 31)
Killing Curse (Lvl 37)
Cruciatus Curse (Lvl 41)
Imperius Curse (Lvl 32)
Apart from magic, his numerous assassination missions had netted him another impressive bundle of levels.
Harry Potter
Age: 9
Race: Wizard
Level: 18
Mana 310/310
Health: 210/210
Stamina: 210/210
Stats
Strength: 15 (21)
Speed: 16 (22)
Dexterity: 16 (22)
Vitality: 15 (21)
Endurance: 15 (21)
intelligence: 25 (31)
Wisdom: 24 (30)
Points: 18
Super Soldier (Lvl 2/10): 6 to all stats
Enhanced Growth (Passive)
Ah, the super soldier serum...how could he forget that?
If it's progress was constant then he'll be getting 30 points to all of his sats at lvl 10. Nothing to dismiss easily, considering the only being that he had observed with physical capabilities above 30 was the winter Soldier.
Enhanced Growth on the other hand was...interesting. His physique went through a visible transformation in the last one year, his height shooting up from around 125 cm to over 140.
It was a drastic growth, even for him who had already been growing at a fast rate due to the supplements and vitamins Hydra made him take to recover from malnutrition. He could only conclude the serum was trying to push him to his peak form as fast as it can.
Not that harry was complaining. He welcomed it with a smile.
The sound of his door opening made him turn, taking in the figure of his trainer.
"Hail Hydra." The man greeted, and harry returned it with a stone face, Gamer's mind snapping on.
"Harry, you've grown a lot in the past few years." The man started, a sickly proud tone in his voice. "But there is one last test that you will need to complete before you can be truly called a Hydra agent."
Ahh yes, the good old 'test'. He no longer bothered counting many 'tests' he'd done in the past couple of years.
"This one will do as commanded." Harry replied with the same emotionless tone as ever.
The man ignored it, continuing his drivel. "You see Harry, you are different from other initiates. Faster, stronger, more intelligent...better."
He leaned forward suddenly, staring him in the eyes. "And thus you will need to handle just as much pressure. You know the saying, with great power comes great responsibility. Well...now is the time to prove that you can handle such responsibility. You will not fail me yes?"
"This one will do as commanded." He repeated his iconic catchphrase.
"Of course, of course." The agent absently muttered. "You always do."
He removed a familiar facemask from his pocket, completely flat without any holes. "You know the drill harry. Wear it on and follow me."
Harry did as commanded, before following after the agent simply by the sound of his footsteps.
It was unusual for him to walk the entire way but today seemed to be an exception.
He knew this was another part of the base that he'd never stepped foot. Not consciously atleast. The hydra agents knew he could memorize the entire way even with his eyes closed. His sense of direction was simply that good. And so, they always made sure to heavily sedate him before any of his assassination missions.
Ironically, this worked out in his favour because the system did not seem to like him getting unconscious very much. And thus, after just a couple of times, he gained his first resistance.
Poison Resistance (Lvl 2/10)
He did not know why the system bunched it up with poison, and frankly he cared not. The fact remained that the hydra now needed to use multiple shots to put him down. Even better, they thought it was a side-effect of the super soldier serum.
His past may not have been kind to him, but if there was such a thing as fate, then it was truly rewarding him for all those hard times now.
Soon the Agent came to a stop, followed by Harry. If the heat and change in sound was anything to go by, he would guess they were in a small closed-up...closet. Not unlike his cupboard under the stairs.
Now those were the days, Harry reminisced. He absently wondered if the Dursleys were still alive. He hoped they were. Hoped they were safe and sound, living their lives happily.
So that he could one day go and tear it apart in pieces. And watch the despair upon their faces. It was...an exciting prospect.
A sudden weight in his stomach made him realise that the closet was moving upwards by itself.
So they were in an elevator. And they were either going from the bottom floor to the top, most likely for an helipad or aircraft, or...they were underground and approaching the surface.
They didn't take any aircraft after reaching the surface. Instead, the agent guided him to a car and started driving on-road.
So the hydra facilities were underground, he concluded. Or atleast a part of it was.
Good to know.
They must have drove for atleast 25-30 minutes before the car finally came to a stop. The agent guided him up a set of stairs, and judging by how small they were, he was guessing it was an aircraft.
Two different hands strapped him down on a cushioned seat, before a sharp pinch bit upon his neck.
The sedatives.
He couldn't help but feel satisfied when one of the men cursed and pushed another needle in his arm.
It was only after 3 more needles that his world started getting slower and slower until his head lolled in front of the seat.
The last thing he saw before the darkness consumed him completely was a twinkling flash of system notif.
[Resistance Leveled Up] Poison (Lvl 3)