The next time I awoke was to the sound of a dying cat or at least what's what I thought. Turns out it was this lady with a really long neck, kinda looks familiar to, maybe.
"Vernon" the lady screeched, while snatching the what I can only assume was a basket, that I was held within.
Again she called out "vernon" as we made are way towards the frankly plain kitchen.
It took a couple minutes before a rather obese male waddled into the room.
"Petunia" he grunted " why are you yelling at this hou—- pet what is that". The that I can only assume was referring to me as he snarled
"Oh vernon someone has left this baby at our door,"
The man, Vernon snorted " probably some no good gypsy kid"
"Dear their a latter attached" pointed out petunia
"We'll get on with it" snapped Vernon, jeez some need their coffee. There was silence as this miss petunia read the later which shatter moments latter by a sharp exhale.
"This…is…lily's child" she muttered gentle before rage covered what ever emotion she was feeling.
"That no good freak! Got herself killed and now we have to raise a filthy wizard spawn!" The woman started screaming as though she was possessed, only to be stopped be the cries of an infant.
"Duddy, dear" petunia called as she rushed out of the kitchen. Leaving us in an awkward silence.
You must be wonder why I am so calm about this, well the true is this is the second time that I have been awake. The first time I past out do to discovering that I was reborn. I think right now I'm going through this thing call denial.
Oh she's back and HOLY MOTHER Of Christ- that is a baby only a mother could love. Did she sleep with a pig.
"Vernon you can't mean-"
"We don't have a choice in this matter, this lunatic Dumble something say great harm could come to us, without some bloody protection the boy has"
Did he just say Dumble, fuck, oh fuck protection+wizard+vernon&petunia= the boy who bloody lived himself Harry James Potter.
*loading,* *loading* *click* IM HARRY POTTER *screech*
2hours later~~~
'They through me in a cupboard, what kind of heartless people lock an infant in a dark cupboard. Harry's like what 2!! Not to mention all the dust in hear this can not be good for his… I guess my(?) lungs.'
* noise*
'What is that the Pokémon game evolving music, was Pokémon even a thing in England at this time.'
Before I could revise my limited knowledge of Pokémon a purple screan appeared in front of me and in bold silver writing it stated
(Welcome host to the wizarding world of Harry Potter. I am your system, would you like to start)
(Yes/no)
(To use the system the host needs to state a command, this can be done verbally or mentally, for example think status to view your status)
'Status'
Name= Harry (Ryan) James Potter
Age- Physically=2, mentally=30
Race= wizard/human-Horcruxes
Tittles= Boy-Who-Lived, the chosen one, The-First-human-Horcruxes
Gender= Male
Level: 1
Exp: 0/100
Hp:100/100
Mp: 700/700
Str:1
Vit:1 (x2)=2
Dex:1
Int:3
Wis:4
End:1
Luc:3
Agil:1
Stat.points:0
(Special states)
Sense:0
Indomitable:0
Persistence:0
Dignity-0
Perks= parseltongue
skills: mundane=
Sport: Flying lev-1
Languages: English lev-49, Welsh lev-3 French lev-1, Spanish lev-2
Mathematics…
Arts….
Music….
Martial arts…
Magic=
Potions…
Charms….
Transfiguration…
Care of magical creatures…
Herbology….
Runes….
Divination….
Astrology….
History….
Defence….
Dark arts…..
Arithmancy….
Alchemy…
Healing….
Mental magic….
Money:G-0 S-0 k-0
Inventory:0/20)
Wow, that's a lot. Now how am I going to survive, what's the game plan. Well besides giving the dear headmaster the middle finger.
Maybe I can fulfill that Dream of creating a male harem….Hahahaha nah that would ludicrous
*ding*
(Otome states page unlocked~ please think mate to access page)
What!?!