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LEVEL: 10
EXPERIENCE POINTS (XP): 75/1500
GOLD: 11563
HEALTH (HP): 1000/1000
MAGIC (MP): 2000/2000
STRENGTH (STR): 8
DEXTERITY (DEX): 16
CONSTITUTION (CON): 11
INTELLIGENCE (INT): 11
WISDOM (WIS): 8
PERCEPTION (PER): 9
CHARISMA (CHA): 9
SKILLS
Magic
Ignis: A fire spell that is normally taught at Hogwarts. This costs 25 MP and will send a gout of flame at a single enemy to do 50 HP base damage.
Glacis: An ice spell that is taught at Hogwarts. This costs 50 MP and will freeze either the floor if aimed at the floor or an enemy allowing you to shatter the enemy and collect their items.
Alohomora: A spell to unlock doors, taught at Hogwarts. This spell can also be used to unlock chests in dungeons. Costs 25 MP.
Wingardium Leviosa: A levitation charm taught at Hogwarts. This costs 10 MP per second. Will allow you to levitate item as you wish until you run out of MP.
Wandless Magic: This ability allows you to use magic you wish wandlessly. Can be levelled up with use.
Level: MAX.
Ice Spike: A special skill used by the Hobgoblin King. A spike of Ice is sent at a single enemy. Costs 100 MP. Can be levelled up with use.
Level: 5
XP: 30/500
Fireball: A special skill used by the Shadow Dweller. A ball of fire is sent at a single enemy. Costs 100 MP. Can burn the enemy to ashes. Can be levelled up with use.
Level: 2
XP: 20/200
20% chance of burning enemy to ashes.
Potions: the ability to use and make potions. Potions gain effectiveness the higher your level. Also, can gain an instinctive grasp on ingredients and collecting ingredients in the wild easier the higher level this skill is.
Level: 6
XP: 50/600
Physical
Gardening Level 12
XP: 150/1200
Cooking Level 15
XP: 450/1500
Cleaning Level 19
XP: 650/1900
Running Level 9
XP: 750/900
Inheritance Skills
Parseltongue Level MAX
Parselmagic Level 15
XP: 25/1500
Metamorphagi Level 12
XP: 230/1200
Necromancy Level 3
XP: 25/300
Shadow Walking Level 12
XP: 250/1200
Animagus Form Level 7
XP: 70/700
Debuffs: Are status aliments that impact on your ability to grow and level up. You should fix these as soon as possible.
Very Bad Reputation: Due to the Dursleys rumourmongering about you, you have a Very Bad Reputation around Surrey. This will affect how often you can sneak around, complete missions, and your overall Reputation. -10% XP in missions around Surrey, -5% Reputation overall, -15% chance to complete missions in Surrey.
Parseltongue: is a magical language passed down through certain bloodlines. You are a Master of Parseltongue. This means you can decide when you speak the language, you will be able to talk to and control all forms of snakes, reptiles, lizards, and dragons, magical or mundane.
Parselmagic: is a form of magic that only Parselmouths can use. At level fifteen, you can use any of the magic spells you know in Parseltongue to add a 70% effectiveness to the spell. Each level added will add another 5% effectiveness to the spell used, and the ease in which you can use magic in Parseltongue.
Metamorphagi: this magic allows you to change you features at will. At level twelve, you can change your scar, face, voice, hair, and skin colour. At level 45, you will be able to change your entire body.
Necromancy: is a form of Death’s Magic. As Deaths favoured, you have a natural affinity with this type of magic. At level three, you can read the Language of the Dead. At level ten, you will be able to speak the Language of the Dead, which will allow you wo converse with any creature of Death. At level twenty, you will be able to affect Horcruxes, and other bastardised forms of Soul Magic. At level fifty, you will be able to enter and leave the Veil at will.
Shadow Walking: is an ability that will allow you to walk through shadows, speak through shadows, listen, and talk through shadows. At level twelve, you are more comfortable in the shadows, you can walk through any shadow provided it is connected to another shadow and will not feel the cold as easily. At level fifteen, you will be able to jump from one shadow to the next. At level twenty, you will be able to listen to conversations through the shadows. At level thirty, you will be able to project your voice from the shadows.
Animagus Forms: this ability will allow you to take on your animagus form. At level seven you can take your first animagus form at will and change back and forth. At level ten, you will not lose yourself in the instincts of your animagus form. At level twenty, you will be able to use your other abilities in your animagus form. At level fifty, you will unlock your second form. At level seventy, you will unlock your magical Animagus form.
Ali had spent the month since the zoo incredibly busy. She had completed every quest she had been able to find in Little Whinging and had still not been able to get above a Very Bad Reputation in Surrey. Ali gave up on her Reputation in Surrey for the moment; she figured until she managed to somehow discredit the Dursleys it wouldn’t improve. She had plans in line for doing so, it would simply take a while to do.
She had used the Mandrake leaf to find out her first Animagus form; she had never become an animagus in her previous life, so it was something of a shock to become a tiger. Still, she had been having some fun sleeping as a tiger in her cupboard cuddled up against Artemis. She had not been getting caught in the instincts of a tiger as much as she thought she might, but she only transformed at night to sleep with Artemis so she thought that might be why.
She had also been having a great deal of fun with the Metamorphagi ability. She had been able to keep away from Dudley and his goons using it, and she was also able to hide her scar whenever she wanted. She couldn’t change her entire body, which would come at level 45. She was however able to use some of the wandless abilities she had as an adult and was able to transfigure her clothes at times to be able to run more efficiently. She had been training her body as well. It had been slightly surprising when running had appeared under her physical skills, but it also made sense. It was difficult while she was unable to get enough food, even with the amount that Artemis had been finding and what she had been able to steal, but she had ten years of malnutrition to recover from. She knew things would be better at Hogwarts.
Her Shadow Walking ability was something Ali adored. It was useful and quite a lot of fun. She had to admit that after a decade of War, her morals weren’t quite in line with civilians or muggles any longer, but she was happy enough turning her slightly sadistic nature into more harmless fun and screwing with people. Plus, she had a lasting hatred of muggles now.
Her PTSD had finally kicked back in. She was glad she was still able to use wandless magic to cast silencing charms on her cupboard every night. It prevented Vernon from kicking the hell out of her for waking him up with her screams. She used her wandless magic as parseltongue spells. They were more effective and lasted longer. She hated seeing her friends, family, loved ones, and innocents dying every night in her dreams, but she had gotten used to it after burning Quirrellmort to death at 11.
She had crafted an undetectable fake Philosopher’s Stone because there was no way in hell, she was going through that mess again. Her, Hermione, and Ron, along with Kingsley Shacklebolt, Minerva McGonagall, Fred and George, Neville, and Luna, had spent years after the War with Voldemort discussing everything that had happened. (Until they all died around her, in many cases in her arms.) They had all decided that Dumbledore was not necessarily a bad person, but he was a General when he should have been a teacher. She was not going to go through that pathetic course again to protect the stone. She was going to swipe it from Hagrid and replace it with a fake.
However, to do so she needed things to work out as they had done last time, meaning the letters would have to keep coming until Hagrid turned up. It was the only time Ali knew for certain where the Stone would be. She wanted to chat with the Goblins anyway and she knew she would be able to manipulate Hagrid into leaving her in London, some sob story about wanting to get a present for her relatives and how she would promise to go back home and keep safe. She liked Hagrid, but he was very easy to manipulate if you used the correct phrases.
Ali wasn’t certain what to do about Ron and Hermione. She adored them both, but they had both been dead for nearly two years for her, and these versions would be children. It would not be fair or right to drag them into what Ali knew was going to happen, and what Ali was planning to do.
Ali was not exactly the paragon of Light she had once been moulded into being.
Ali decided she would have to play things by ear for the time being, and after a decade straight of War, she hated not having a plan.
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As Ali shivered in the cabin on the sea, trying to doze off to sleep, she reiterated – she despised not having a plan. Ali had let Vernon see her with the first letter that had arrived, and then take it from her. (Or so he thought. She had used a switching charm and a glamour to hide the fact she had the original letter. She wanted the proof of where exactly the Dursleys had kept her for the first eleven years of her life.) They had given her Dudley’s second bedroom and she listened to his tantrum and had made some half-hearted attempts to get a copy of the letter. (It was kind of fun stepping on Vernon’s face again; she had been able to enjoy it this time.)
Vernon and Petunia had both been giving her some strange looks and Ali had been struck with the realisation that she had no clue how to act like she was eleven. She had never been a child, not really, but now she was a person who had been fighting for her life for nearly two decades and had been in a constant War for the last decade. She had no clue how to be without fighting. She just rolled her eyes and decided it didn’t really matter what they thought of her.
She knew she wouldn’t be able to act like she had been; she was no longer the beaten down, unloved, worthless brat she had been the first time around. Ali certainly did not care enough to try to act like that again; she had no real idea how to even try anyway. So, she continued to treat them with the slightly cool amusement and barely hidden disdain she had been treating them with and moved on.
That made them freak out a little even more. (Which just made her sadistic nature purr in delight and made her do it even more.)
Clearly the thought that Ali no longer feared them, their words, or even their hits, made them scared.
If they wanted to know why, Ali had no problem showing them, and forcing them to live over her decades of memories of her past.
Two decades of fighting.
One decade of War more horrific than anything seen before.
Children being hunted and murdered.
Innocents dying in their hundreds and thousands.
The screams of terror.
The death rattles as the dying took their last breath.
The smell of blood that permeated the very air in the taste of copper.
The body parts strewn around the battlefield.
Pieces of people blown apart by bombs and blasting curses.
The cold that had begun to seep in everywhere, even in the middle of the hot and humid rainforests, as a Nuclear Winter began to settle on the world.
The hunger of slow starvation.
The thirst of slowly dying from dehydration.
The feel of drowning in your own blood.
Watching the life of the people you loved as it drained out of their eyes.
Wondering when you could finally join them. (Hoping to, praying to.)
Ali woke up with a jerk as the door was exploded in. She was on her feet, with her hand held in front of her, a dagger in it before she even fully opened her eyes.
Once she did, and realised she was indeed awake, she shoved the dagger back onto her sword belt and sat down.
Hagrid had not noticed because he was too busy closing the door that he had banged open. Dudley hadn’t noticed because he had only barely woken up and was staring at the half giant in confusion.
Artemis had noticed and was busy nudging her.
Ali petted Artemis on each of her heads, pleased that she had not thrown the dagger.
Ali had many faults, but sloppy aim was not one of them. If she had thrown the dagger, Hagrid would be dead.
And that was not quite the message that Ali would like to send the wixen world.
(At least not yet.)
Ali zoned out whilst Vernon was threatening Hagrid and Dumbledore. She tuned out even more when she had to listen to Hagrid’s rabid defence of Albus.
Ali did not hate Albus.
She didn’t.
She had spent over a decade being a General, being the person, that everyone looked to for answers, being known as the Defeater of The Dark Lord.
She knew what being a General was all about.
She knew while having to fight in a War that was arguably even worse than anything Voldemort or Grindelwald could ever throw at them.
But she had never hidden that fact.
She had never tried to ingratiate herself into the lives of others, being viewed as their mentor, being told they were loved, all while plotting their death.
She had always been honest about the chances.
Even when teaching the DA in fifth year, she was open and honest about the fact they might die, about the fact she might not be able to save them, about the fact they needed to learn to be able to protect themselves.
During the War Ali had always been honest if it was going to be a suicide mission.
She had NEVER let anyone else tell the person going on that mission.
She had always looked them in the eye and told them they were most likely going to die.
She asked them, staring them in the eyes, knowing that their eyes were going to haunt her every waking and sleeping moment.
She gave them the courtesy of acknowledging their sacrifice.
Frankly, that was something she would never be able to forgive Albus for.
For giving the duty of telling her she had to sacrifice herself to a man who despised her.
For not doing it himself.
Ali was distracted by her complicated feelings by a Quest Notification.
QUEST: Prevent a piggy ending.
Prevent your cousin from getting a pigs tail from Hagrid.
Success:
XP: 225. GOLD: 200. +1 Random Skill Book. +5 REP with DURSLEYS.
Failure:
XP: 10. GOLD: 10. -15 REP with DURSLEYS.
Accept – Y or N.
Ali hit Y to accept the Quest.
She looked at the cake that Dudley was already eating, and remembering how awful Hagrid’s cooking was, decided to leave Dudley eating it. She just wove a quick notice-me-not around Dudley and keyed it into Hagrid. It would last about 24 hours.
The Quest came up as complete, and she was happy to see the skill book was for a magic spell, Lumos. She would learn that later during the day.
Eventually, Vernon and Hagrid stopped screaming at each other, and Vernon and Petunia went back to bed after Ali threw a silent compulsion at them. Hagrid fell asleep on the couch after Dudley went after his parents, taking the cake with him, and Ali went back to meditating.
She could take on ongoing quests. One was to meditate every day and build up her Occlumency walls once more. If she meditated for at least an hour, she could gain a boost to her Perception every month, provided she did it every day.
It was also helping with her PTSD.
Ali knew she was being slightly apathetic about everything, but she was used to stakes where thousands and millions of lives were being gambled with every day.
She simply could not bring herself to care about hurting other people’s feelings.
Ali eventually fell asleep and was woken by the owl with the Daily Prophet. She gave it a knut out of Hagrid’s pocket, also swiping her Gringotts key as she did, and read the rag. It was boring but newspapers were a great way to figure out how a society was functioning and what its’ interests and priorities were.
(It did not change the fact that the Daily Prophet was an utter rag though.)
After waking up Hagrid and giving him the paper, she waited while he cooked breakfast. She smiled and answered his questions, hoping to give the impression she was just a quiet person.
Hagrid appeared to buy it and got them into the boat and on the way to London pretty quickly. As they made their way to the Leaky Cauldron, she threw a silent compulsion on Hagrid to not mention her for the next ten minutes, which should get them through the Leaky and into Gringotts.
Fortunately, it did.
Ali knew Artemis had disappeared for a while; she was collecting items now they were in the wixen world. Ali made exclamations of wonder, which weren’t as faked as her generally apathetic attitude might suggest.
The last time she had been here, it was barely a bombed out shell of its’ former glory.
Ali forced her memories behind her still rudimentary Occlumency shields and focused on getting through today without either a flashback or a panic attack. She followed Hagrid over to the tellers, where he proceeded to make a big song and dance about the item in vault you know which.
She handed over her key when the teller looked at her, indicating to Hagrid he had dropped it at her feet when he looked at her. He gave a booming, slightly sheepish, laugh, and she smiled shyly up at him.
The Goblin looked the key over, and then peered at Ali. His eyebrow rose and he turned and called out in Gobbledegook.
Griphook walked up and they spoke for a moment before the original Goblin turned back to Ali and spoke.
“Heiress Potter, go with Griphook and he will take you to the Potter Account Manager. There are things to discuss about your account. You may take someone with you if you choose or we will make certain no one follows you in. The choice is yours.”
Ali smiled at Hagrid and followed Griphook when he walked away, leaving Hagrid to argue with the teller. Ali was unsure what was going on; she had never met the Potter Account Manager before. There had never been time when Albus controlled her accounts, and the Goblins had hated her after she had broken into their bank to find the Horcrux. She had been lucky to walk out with her life the only time she had stepped into the bank after that to pay reparations. (Which was the entire Potter fortune. She had still had the Black fortune, and her own money, but she had not been allowed to ever come back into Gringotts. Fortunately, the Kanadama’s in Japan had been willing to help her, for the three years she had been able to focus on work and investments before the tensions had begun rising once more.)
Ali noticed a pop-up box and flicked it as she followed Griphook.
Quest: Find out about the situation of your Family’s money.
Find out from the Goblin’s about your family.
Success:
Emancipation, freedom from the Dursley’s, 750 XP, 200 Gold, a skill book, a sword of Goblin make, friendship with the Goblins, +300 REP with Goblin Nation.
Failure:
You will be stuck with the Dursley’s until you are 17, 10 XP, 10 Gold, -100 REP with Goblin Nation.
Ali scowled slightly when she noticed there was no accept option. Some of the quests did not come with them, and where considered Main Quests, which affected her life in serious ways from what she had read in the info section. She flicked the box away irritably and focussed back on Griphook as he led her through the labyrinthian hallways of the bank. He stopped at a door that had a crown etched into it and knocked. A voice from inside called out in the guttural language of the Goblins and Griphook answered, sounding annoyed. After a back-and-forth exchange that lasted a minute or two Griphook opened the door and gestured that Ali should walk in.
Ali said thank you and stepped into the office, trying not to tense when the door closed, leaving her in a small room with an unknown Goblin seated at the ornate, red cherry wood desk in the centre of the room. Artemis appeared at her side, feeling her mistress’s suspicion and tension, she had grown to nearly her full size, and all three heads fixed the Goblin with a gimlet glare.
The Goblin stared at them, and then smirked.
“Ah, time travel and the Gamer Ability. You will be a fun customer, won’t you Lady Potter.”
Ali was left off footed and blinking as she thought to herself, I HATE not having a plan.
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