Harry’s thoughts

[ Harry POV]

-A/N: before you begin, let it be known that This chapter wasn’t planned like this. It’s honestly a surprise, I started writing the original plan but scraped it and started writing this as it will be helpful for the context of the next few chapters. Or so I think…

Anyway, let it also be known that I wrote this chapter which is about 4050~ words on my old iphone, while having a migraine because I didn’t take my medications today… all in favor of writing… I know the chapter has some pacing problems but bear with it— so if you find something you don’t like let me know…

Thank you very much for your support, I am very grateful😁😁Enjoy…

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Someday I will broadcast my life story into the greater multiverse. Someday people are going to read about my life. The good, the bad, and the ugly and boring. I have no doubt that people are going to enjoy it, and no, this is not my ego talking—it is but a fact. People enjoy hearing stories, be it the embarrassing story of one of their friends, the story of how their parents met, how a couple met their significant other, or the million other things they hear and talk about daily. Ergo, people will enjoy my life story.

For you see, from what I remember, my life began in the haziness of what I call the void—even though it isn't named like that—with scattered memories, no identity to call my own, and nowhere to go.

Fast forward an indefinite amount of time, when I got my powers and a job that I definitely didn't want or need, I was then given the identity of a boy named Harry Potter with all that entails.

That meant, for all intents and purposes, I was Harry Potter. Now, what happens when you get an identityless, tormented being full of negative emotions—dull, fragmented, and irrelevant as they may be—and then you add the identity of another, a teenager who was abused, neglected, manipulated, and suppressed his whole life, and mesh them together?

I'll tell you what you get. You get me. The perfect wizard and sage combo. Ok, ok. Side effects may include: mania, disregard for authority, too much self-assurance, arrogance, hypocrisy, and pride.

Am I bothered by the somewhat accurate descriptions? Of course not; I am the one doing the describing, and I am rather proud of myself too.

Anyway, what do you think happens when this perfect guy, the one with an intuitive understanding of magic, starts digesting his new memories along with the memories of an inept dark lord? He starts understanding magic better than them, figuring out some kinks they didn't even know existed… I don't know about you, but this little situation right here is where the—I-know-better-than-you—mentality starts… that's how my journey started.

'Ok. Ok. That's enough.' I shook my head hard as I tried to forcefully stop the narrator thought from whatever it was doing.

Ahem, yes, I knew what it was doing. I just stopped it before it started getting more out of control.

This is what happens when a neurodivergent person starts thinking about what if his story is being told to the world… this line of thought is not a healthy one because it sparks the discussion about how would a chapter begin? Who's doing the writing? If I tried to broadcast my thoughts enough, will I be able to influence the way the story is written?… and so on and so forth.

So before things started going out of control, I forcefully took control of the thought and brought myself back to normal. Or as normal as I usually am.

Still, out of control as it may have been, this was an interesting thought. It made me want to reflect on what I have done and how far I have come in the past two and a half years. I have done many of these little reflections since I got my hands on this authority, and it opened my eyes to things that I might have missed or otherwise didn't care for.

Let's start with what I did since waking up in Hogwarts first, yeah?… ok…

Well, for starters, I have come to realize that I may have acted like a discount young master in my time there. I started making sure everyone knew I was the strongest and that my word is law… I was not, in fact, the strongest… I didn't even know what strength is until I received this authority… an incomplete, borrowed, and fractured authority.

So yeah, after I went through my memories again, I saw my behavior from another perspective and saw the errors of my way. Does that mean I was going to act differently when I return? Maybe. I still don't know.

It's not that I don't want to act more mellow and tolerant; it's just that the wizarding world does something to me that makes me want to either beat it, mold it, or leave it… that, along with the fact that I need to make magic flourish again as a repayment for my debt to magic… I could see where the idea of —dragging them yelling and screaming into a better future— came from.

My behavior and plans for the wizarding world aside, I have also reflected on how I lived in this world too. Now these reflections gave me a better understanding of how hypocritical I was, but they also made me realize that I don't really care…

For a better perspective, let's start with what I did in this world in the first year of waking up, shall we?

So I woke up and killed a man, like one normally does… after that, I went on to try and gather information about the world, which I now noticed I went about with the lukewarm effort of a teenager and homework… anyway, I met Sairoarg, who proved to be an anomaly amongst his kind, but more on that later… fast forward to me getting access to the knowledge I wanted through them and making a business with them.

Said business started blooming at a rapid pace, garnering the attention of the whole world. This would have been bad, especially in the supernatural world where they tend to cut down the trees that grow too fast, but this was where Sairaorg and I learned about political strength and pull.

I myself couldn't care less for it—not when I had a daughter to take care of—so I let Sairoarg handle everything while I received my payment in books, herbs, precious materials, and gold.

Still, political strength didn't do much; in a world where actual, tangible power is common, politics tend to take the backseat more often than not. As evidenced by how many assassination attempts Sairoarg and his peerage fended off.

I, on the other hand, lived with more ease than them. Still, protecting my daughter was one of my first concerns, and so after a lot of thought (not really), I decided that I shall try to make a deal with the world.

Now, some may wonder, Harry, how did you come up with such a genius idea?… I would humbly say it was just luck?… no, that's a lie. You see, before this genius idea came to mind, I was having a lazy week where I spent my time either taking care of my daughter or reading stories. Now in some of the stories and fanfiction I read, there was this concept of how someone gets stuck in a game, life turns into a game, or some god turns the world into a game. Anyway, there was a lot of games involved…

That's when I thought, could I do the same? And as you already know, my mind is a different breed altogether, so I came up with the idea of making a deal with the world to try and see if I could do something for it in return for gaining the ability to protect my daughter from any and all harm while I pursue this endeavor of mine…

Now, how I went about doing so was more than reckless, but Gaia came to the rescue, or just to make sure I didn't do something stupid.

I would like to say that I am too smart to do something stupid, but that's just not true. Smart people do stupid stuff all the time, and that means I too am going to do something stupid…

And that, kids, is how daddy became the strongest—or so I'd like to say, but no. That's how daddy got himself a job he didn't need. Sure, it was worth it, but… I don't know… it started to feel like an important job, a deadline hanging over my head, and so, I decided that I will not be trying to make reality into a game again unless I do it for fun…

Anyway, where was I? Ah, yeah, the deal. You see, when I did the ritual, I didn't know what to expect, but I had expectations… you see. Those were dashed quickly as I realized that the world was not stable… it was fractured, kept going by the sheer number of gods inside it which help it regulate and stabilize, but that was definitely not okay…

It needed to fix itself, something external to rely on, something to absorb and patch up these cracks in its origin. So when I proposed the deal, I also shared my ideas of how me creating a localized small reality is going to help it…

By connecting this small reality to the world, making the world act as the source and slowly absorb it—its new concepts, data, and information. It could theoretically help it patch up the fractures and maybe evolve once or twice given time.

The world then could slowly reclaim the authority it distributed and gain more autonomy over itself.

So after explaining the idea and promising to form an actual plan, it—what I now call the world will—agreed, and thus I gained more power than I planned to get in the first place… this temporary authority was very taxing on my soul, unlike the limited one I have over nature. The nature authority I have inside my domain doesn't tax me, other than energy expenditure— No, Gaia is the one taking the burn for that— the new one on the other hand, which I decided to call the administrator authority, is very taxing to carry, let alone use.

It would have been very fatal, resulting in soul collapse, if my soul didn't have an adaptation trait. Plus, my null energy is constantly strengthening my soul, so I was slowly and constantly getting stronger.

This wouldn't have been a problem if it did not disturb my trifecta balance, and thus forcing me to start training my body and magic just to keep up.

Nevertheless, my life until then had been kind of relaxed and easygoing. It was only after meeting Yasaka that the supernatural world finally gained a face to put on the name, and thus began the struggle—or so I would like to say, but I don't like lying, so… no, I didn't struggle. Not after the news that Ophis, the infinity dragon god, is staying with me…

Yeah, you heard it right… I have a dragon god as a pet… no, actually she works as a store clerk… my store clerk, along with Dream… yeah, let that sink in for a while.

All caught up? Good.

Do you want to know how that happened? Well, one day when I was on tour with my daughter, she appeared; I told her to come back, she did… right after I returned home, right after putting my fussy daughter back to sleep, I returned to the kitchen and there she was, eating my cookies.

My flavor-enhanced cookies… anyway, I sat down next to her, we started talking; she said she wanted her silence back from "the idiot-red". I asked who that was; she said "the idiot-red is Dream", and now I was caught up. Ok, I am kidding; I got the gist of the problem. She was sleeping, or more accurately hibernating, as was necessary for her to grow and complete herself. Then Dream was born, and his existence was noisy, and he himself was noisy, as thanks to his nature; he was the very dream, he was chaotic as is the nature of dreams. So she got irritated and fought him; she lost and was kicked out.

Now here I was, thinking about what to do with her, when inspiration struck. I could make the both of them work for me if I planned this right… so I told her I was planning to open a door, and if she agreed to look after it, she would get her silence temporarily before we make a permanent solution.

She seemed to understand, but I decided to prove it to her by crafting her a pair of earphones that were enchanted with my null energy to mimic the silence of the void… she fell asleep as soon as she wore them and stayed asleep for about ten days after that.

That time was well spent—as I started preparing and executing the ritual I had planned to make magic stones—stones that work best as ward/rune stones…

With my new authority, I was able to mask the location from all prying eyes, after finding an island that was not touched by any divine in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. The ritual itself gained a lot of attention, as is expected. That tends to happen when suddenly one third of the magic in the environment is gone…

Magicians, gods, devils, Yokai, and almost everything supernatural suddenly found themselves searching for the cause of this disturbance, though the less we talk about their motives the better.

Anyway, the ritual was very beneficial for Gaia and the world, as it weakened the seals it had on her by quite a bit and kickstarted the generation of pure magic once again. The malice and taints that had hindered the realm were suddenly getting scraped and cleaned quickly. All thanks to me…

Fast forward a few days, when I met with Azazel again and we bonded over our curiosity, which made my impression of him improve just a little, and then I finally started to actually plan how to go about creating my Game.

It started by reorganizing my mind-scape, making it so that I have only two strings of really slow thoughts for my daily life, and the rest of my parallel mind and thoughts were dedicated to studying up everything with the help of my Grimoire.

Anyway, life after that started to get easier and more busy. I did a lot of crazy things that I still can't believe I did. Like making the Great Red himself work for me… yeah, sounds crazy, right? It was…

My meeting with him went much smoother than anticipated, kinda made all the preparations I did useless, but it also shed light on a lot of things concerning me.

So here we were, me and Ophis, standing in front of the huge dragon, when he suddenly shifted and started looking like a middle-aged, red-haired, red-eyed, and slightly muscular man. Witnessing the transformation gave me so many insights into the nature of transformation and transfiguration magics that I almost went crazy scientist right then, but I controlled myself… albeit barely.

Turned out, he was one of the main reasons I was protected and hidden from the eyes of the world, and he was more than willing to help me in my game project. Ophis was quite upset about the fact that there was no fight and she couldn't get back at the idiot-red… she mellowed out after a few batches of my special cookies… don't ask…

Anyway, it was smooth sailing for me after that. I built myself a home on the island where I lived with these two and my daughter. We designed one of the outer buildings to work as a shop that anyone can get to if they have a ticket. This shop is manned by Red and Ophis, while I was responsible for the creation and restocking of goods.

I also got to finally study the sacred gears I got from the 'heroes', and I gotta say, they were a marvel of creation. Let no one say that YHWH made a mistake in creating these trinkets. No, he created them knowing exactly how they'd work.

It was through these sacred gears that I found my first in into his God-system. Though that connection lasted only for a few seconds before the system detected my intrusion and forced me out…

'Oh, what a marvel that system was. I had a very hard nerd-gasm right there and then.

Still, I couldn't do anything about it at the time, so I started thinking on what to do next. It didn't take me long to decide what to do. I started searching for the perfect replacement for Yehwa, and that's how I got myself a new sister. I would have said daughter but that would be very awkward seeing as we were nearly the same age, give or take a few months.

Anyway, after doing some more investigation on her, her daily routine, schedule etc… I went and sent a message directly to the pope. It was a simple letter sealed with the symbol of the deathly hallows. Just adding some edginess…

The letter itself was simple and brief. Its content was written like this,

Dear pope,

I hope this message finds you in good health.

I would like to trade the holy spear, Longinus, that I acquired not long ago with one of your maiden saints in training named 'Asia Argento'. If you are amicable to such a trade, please send some of your energy into the message. If you are not then I leave the disposal of the letter to you.

Sincerely,

The sage, Harry Potter.

And that was it. I received an answer very quickly. Like not even an hour later, a new letter arrived on my desk, no doubt following the instructions that appeared after the pope injected his energy into it. His message was basically a political way of saying yes, but not admitting it. Like he said "we have consulted and asked our sister in Christ, Asia Argento, and she has accepted that her sacrifice is for the good of the church and humanity" along with more flowery words.

It was honestly disturbing but I couldn’t care less. I then forwarded the letter with an original one and sent it directly to Michael. This one explained how I was actually in need of Asia's services—a lie—in taking care of my daughter, and didn't want to go about kidnapping people but the higher ups in the church just sold her to me in return for the spear. I asked him to send someone to take the spear because I was not willing to give it to anyone inside the church.

Michael's reply on the other hand did take some time. A few hours, even though my message appeared by his side. One thing I learned to appreciate in my new authority is that I can send my senses to see and hear anything anywhere.

Still his reply came with the time and place. I was there two minutes early. Gabriel arrived right on time, and I mean by the second. She had her hands around Asia's shoulder as she gave me an appraising look.

She was by far one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on. She had, in a crude description; the body of an angel, and the innocent face of an archangel which I guess she was. Really, something about her would make a man think—oh, how I want to make that face go cross-eyed. So yeah, she deserved ranking first in Azazel's top five most beautiful women in the world.

For me though, it went a little differently. I thought "man was Yehowah really strong to create them". Because to be honest, creating a being tied to the very concepts of mercy, compassion, travel and something else I couldn't place, was not an easy job. It required the most finesse and power.

Anyhow, the exchange was really lengthy with Gabriel nagging me with questions I didn’t really want to answer, but something about a powerful woman that represents mercy kinda makes you go normal, or something.

Fast forward to the end of first year, when I started selling the high-healing potions and ward-banks to the public. The supernatural world started getting antsy again. There were a lot of people wanting to make a move but the presence of two most powerful beings in your shop makes these noises go quiet very fast.

Still I had hit a bottleneck of sorts when researching the game mechanics and needed something to let me study the soul better, so I searched for the wielder of Sephiroth Graal sacred gear, a girl named Valerie Tepes. What I found was not pretty, and coupled with my already existing dislike of them, I went psycho on their asses and killed pretty much everyone in their faction. Leaving only the young, and even those I made sure knew what will happen to them if they followed their ancestors' footsteps.

I didn’t forget to leave a warning to all that wished to harm them, and then went about my way.

Getting Valerie to get used to living like a normal person was hard, but the combination of my genius cute daughter and Asia had her open up. She did, and she got better after I took one of the copies—a piece of her subspecies type—she had, leaving her with only the one that heals… to get used to while healing and training.

I summoned the one that was taken from her, and with the help of the two I started to have a better understanding of their abilities, gained a new access to the heaven system, which in turn left me with a new access to the heavenly knowledge. Seals and souls in particular.

Some may wonder, what about your Grimoire? Wasn’t it trying to use your authority to copy knowledge? Well, let me tell you… if you have a direct access to the data that concerns everything in the world… don’t be stupid and ask your Grimoire to start working. You need to be very specific about what you need, and what type of knowledge you want. Unless you want to know every disgusting thing that happened since the formation of the world.

Ugh, I still get a shiver down my spine every time I think about what I learned… after that colossal fuck-up I went and started being extra-careful about what I want…

Fast forward and year two ended with nothing much happening other than me creating the reality nucleus, with the help of Red and Ophis. It was a really small meta-physical ball of energy that was then housed inside a small dimension, where Red and Ophis and sometimes me empty or almost empty our energy reserves in order to help the nucleus grow.

I also did figure out how evil pieces work, this thanks to a dumb-ass named Diodora. He got info about how Asia was the only holy-maiden left free in the world as the church was now under constant supervision of heaven.

I didn’t pay attention to him at first, because who pays attention to a fly that buzzes away from them, but then he had the audacity to try and touch something of mine. He didn’t live long.

I took the evil pieces he had and erased him. The devils tried to play itsy-bitsy with me but halting the potion supply to the world and blaming them for it got them to stop bothering me real quick.

I also met with a girl devil that had the power over time, a nice girl that loved mechas. I traded her a modified animation charm that only worked on mechas in return for me studying her power and I would like to announce that I can make time go brr~

So yeah, off the top of my head, that’s all that happened in the second year. Oh, and also, I had a stupid amount of sex with Yasaka… yeah that’s it…

The third year is where I saw the most progress but that was only because it was more like—10 years—instead of one. What did you think, creating a game that will literally change the world only took a year or two? No it takes a lot more than that. And those ten years were just my physical effort; it took a lot longer for my mental clones and Grimoire to simulate and research.