A/N: hey y'all long time no see. I've decided to start a new story to get my creative juices flowing. My well had been a bit dry for a while, but it's only coz I'm not using it :(. This is going to be a VIDEO game fanfiction because I recently got into the manhwa SOLO LEVELING which by the way if you're looking for a good gamer fanfiction it's waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay better than the gamer (which I think is just kind of meh). However, this is going to take elements from both and a little bit of my imagination and other video game fanfiction (which most have no plotline and I hate that)

Anyways I've made Harry a girl. Why? Just because I kind of felt like it. No actual good reason, I just don't actually have a female heroine I've written about so maybe I wanted a change of pace.

Chapter 1

The Bacon

Harriet Potter nearly hit her head on the ceiling when she woke up. She grumbled in annoyance. Her aunt's sharp knock rattled her cupboard door soon after.

"Harry, Harry!"

"I'm awake Aunt Petunia," Harry replied. Her name might be Harriet, but Harry was called Harry as far as she could remember. Mumbling obscenities that would have kept her inside the cupboard, she got dressed in the dim, fluttering light.

As far as Harry knew, since she was young she was always treated worse than Dudley. Harry at first believed this to be a result of her being a girl. After all, this is what Dudley had that Harry didn't. She did all the chores, cooked all the food, gardened, and starved. Harry didn't have any particular talents besides for being able to clean relatively fast.

This was her life, and this was her death. She flipped the bacon.

School was a bore. She never had a reason to listen and learn, because any grades she got were punished if they were better than Dudley's. You have to try to get worse grades than Dudley though; once she guessed an entire multiple choice quiz and got a higher grade than Dudley. Luckily this was not reflected on her report card and therefore she was able to get away with it.

Recess was normal, nothing interesting. Dudley was hogging the swings again. Harry was jump-roping. It was the only activity she could do entirely by herself while feeling suitably entertained. She could skip across the school yard and back without breaking a sweat, counting as she went, sixty-six, sixty-seven... That was before she noticed the teacher had gone missing. Dudley seemed to notice this too, and grinned in preemptive victory. She started running.

Harry was always safe as long as she stood straight in front of the teacher and jump roped across the playground and back. She was so invested in counting that she hadn't even noticed the teacher had taken a short break from watching. Lazy, lazy, teachers. She normally had a plan to head inside and hide inside the girl's bathroom for this, but Piers Polkiss had already blocked the exit and made a grab for her.

She ran. Harry was a good runner. Probably from all the jump roping. Either way, she found herself at the end of an alleyway with no escape. Maybe climb up the dumpster and onto the roof? Dudley was closing in, so were the rest of his four less horizontally challenged friends.

"Dudley, what do you want?" she asked in a voice that sounded much calmer than she felt. Her heart was racing, and she was ready to fight back if need be.

"Nothing. You know what the teacher says about girls though?" Dudley asked.

"I'm surprised you pay enough attention in class to know what the teacher says," Harry replied. She didn't like the sound of where he was going. He grabbed at her in anger, and suddenly they were in a dark hole, Dudley's hand clinging to her forearm painfully.

Harry woke up to black. Dudley was a lump of mass next to her. She wiggled her arm free, thanking whatever gods were out there he didn't fall directly on top of her, he must've rolled over onto her after the fall. She would've had a broken arm, or worse- died. She moved her hand up to the side of her head where she felt pain, and touched it slightly, feeling wet, sticky, blood run down her hands.

"Dudley," she called into the darkness. She slowly stood up, her head was spinning and she could hear her heart beating it was so quiet.

"Dudley, I don't know where we are," her heart started beating faster when the boy didn't answer. She felt around for his body and looked for his arm. She rolled him over and he groaned again. He started moaning in pain.

"What is it Dudley?"

"My arm," he whimpered. She reached out to touch him again, and touch his arm. It was the opposite arm which she touched and it was bent wrong, and bleeding everywhere.

"Come on Dudley, I don't know where we are and we have to move. I think we've been kidnapped," Harry said.

The great lump started to get up, whimpering every step of the way. It wasn't as though Harry didn't feel pain throughout her entire body, it was only negligible compared to her fear. But perhaps Dudley had a broken arm, and therefore he would need more assistance.

"Wait, actually sit down. Take off your shirt," Harry said. Dudley whimpered again, moving his half standing position to a sitting position.

"I can't," he half whispered half whimpered.

"Okay stay still," Harry said. She didn't know why she was doing this, only that she knew the Dursleys were going to kill her if she made it out alive and Dudley didn't. It was possibly in her best survival interest to keep them both alive. If only she had light to work with, she thought, frustrated.

As if a god were listening, a light appeared. It wasn't the brightest light, but suddenly she could see Dudley's tear streaked face and bent-wrong arm. He was bloody, much bloodier than her.

"Oh god," she said, feeling faint. He was much worse off than her. They had fallen from a great height, and perhaps his mass made it much harder for him to take the fall? He was sitting up, swaying.

"Why is there light?" he asked.

"I don't know, maybe I'm magic," she replied sarcastically.

He was silent for a moment. She started to pull his shirt off his shirt from behind him, taking great care not to move the arm he landed on. She peeled the shirt off, not without resistance from the sticky blood. Tears burst from his eyes once more as she finished taking his shirt off. Now all they needed was water to clean up this mess.

"Okay Dudley, I need to look for some water. I think we're in an underground cave of some sorts," she said, motioning at the stalactites and stalagmites decorating their surroundings.

"Wait, don't leave me," Dudley said painfully.

"I... alright," Harry started, then sighed. She wrapped his shirt around his arm, creating a makeshift sling across his shoulder. She helped him get up, using his other arm. They started walking slowly over a mass of brown to black rocks. They varied in between, in shininess, and transparency. She did notice many were wet, and therefore there would possibly be water ahead.

They walked in silence at first. Dudley was always more subdued without his friends. Without his friends he treated her with indifference and ignored her; but with his friends he started egging her on, calling her names, and at worst, use her as a personal punching bag.

The light was following them, she noticed. It wasn't a normal light, she observed closer. There was no lightbulb or heat source or anything like. It was just a slightly orange colored dim orb- that was easy on the eyes. She could hear a soft trickle of water somewhere, so she knew it wasn't all hopeless.

"Why are you helping me?" Dudley asked finally. His voice seemed a bit less hoarse, and less drained.

"Oh, so you are capable of empathy," Harry muttered. He seemed to catch onto her words and fall silent once again.

"What is the orb?" Dudley tried asking again.

"I don't know Dud," her voice came out exasperated. He fell silent once more. She could see water in front of her, and suddenly she realized how parched she was.

It was a trickle of water falling off a stalactite, into a small pond where some cave fish glowed. She ignored the incredible feat of nature and put her mouth under the dripping, lapping up the water like a dog on a faucet. After she felt her throat rightfully quenched, she passed over to Dudley, who did the same. She watched the fish flicker like little fireflies, agitated by her dim light source that was following her around. She grabbed her light source and moved it down by her feet. Harry knew this was her light source, so she wasn't afraid to touch it.

After Dudley finished drinking they followed the small pond that trickled down to a stream. Here was where Harry wanted to be. The stream was slow moving, and as shallow as her knees.

"Dudley you need to wash off yourself," Harry said. She had always dressed her own wounds, after Aunt Petunia had taught her the basics. She knew Petunia only did so because she did not want to continuously dress all of Harry's wounds she always accumulated. She helped Dudley out of his makeshift sling and into the stream of water. Dudley was shivering, but she had no sympathy for him- she had done this on her own before, cold showers and all.

He was surprisingly more resilient than she thought he'd be. His movements were slow and painful. She went upstream and stripped down to her knickers to wash both his clothes and her own off. Grime and dirt poured off, and the water stung her many abrasions and cuts. It stung but it felt good to rid herself of grime. After she finished, she wrung out her shirt as much as she could and slipped it back on; it draped over her body like a curtain. All of Dudley's old things were always much too large for her. She shivered a bit, but the cave itself was not as cold as a normal cave might've been. She grabbed the rest of the clothes after wringing them all out as much as she could, she went back upstream to check on Dudley's progress.

"Dudley," she called. He was laying down in the river bed an expression of bliss- probably from the cold washing over his swollen arm. He was shivering uncontrollably otherwise.

His eyes snapped open to look at her and her strange hover light. He tried and failed to get up using only his good arm, and she reached out and pulled him with all her weight. It wasn't much but it was enough leverage to get Dudley standing again.

They moved until they were in a small, sandy clearing. She hung his clothes over some rocks to dry, but both her and Dudley were shivering uncontrollably. Dudley's stomach growled loudly. He started to cry- but instead of tears of pain they were big fat sad tears.

"I wanna go home," he sobbed suddenly. And here, Harry thought he was doing so well following her orders and sitting around. She sighed dramatically. Perhaps the shock of falling into this large cave had worn off and Dudley finally had enough energy to sob.

"Well what do you think I want to do, Dudley?" she said angrily. He had the energy to cry, he had the ability to cry. Harry's tears had dried up in her cupboard, because crying always meant punishment. She wished there was a fire for them to warm up by. It was definitely colder than it was before. As if heeding her wishes, the light floated down next to them, and gave off heat as though it were a fire.

She stared at it in amazement and her shivers receded. Even Dudley was so surprised he stopped crying, "Harry what is that?"

"I really don't know, Dudley. I only wished for it to happen," she sighed, allowing the warmth to spread through her body. Dudley seemed to feel the same way as his sobs died in his throat.

"Can you wish us out of here?" Dudley begged. She closed her eyes and wished with all her might she were back at the Dursleys- except she couldn't. She would honestly rather be stuck in this grimy cave than listening to Aunt Petunia's horse face nag her all day long.

"I tried," she answered.

"Is it because you don't want to go back?" Dudley asked. When did Dudley get so intuitive? When did he know what an emotion was?

Harry stared at Dudley through the glowing heat orb for a moment, taking deep breaths. She was starting to feel hungry, and that cheese sandwich she had felt like hours ago. "I hate your parents," she almost whispered, but he could hear her, "and they hate me so much."

Dudley laid there, blue eyes deep in thought. She could almost hear the gears grinding in his head, "So you would rather be here than back at home. We might d-die."

A particularly hard tremor went through Dudley's entire body down to the blubber on his feet.

"You would be fine, Dudley, you've got so much fat you'd never starve," she grinned at him. He looked angry, but too tired and in too much pain to get up to punch her as always. "Yes, I think I would rather die than return to Private Drive," she started laughing.

Her laughter felt hysterical, but she couldn't help it. She laughed until tears came out, feeling the freedom of never returning. She didn't care about death- that bacon that was her life and death would just be her life. This cave was her death. She ignored his frightened tears and continued laughing until she was sniffing. It was funny how laughter could turn into pain in just a moment. She wiped her tears, ignoring the fact they were actual tears. As long as Dudley didn't know-

"That's really sad," he was no longer crying.

"Blame your parents," she sniffed. They fell asleep in uncomfortable positions; uncomfortable silences; and hidden emotions.

A/N: I do hope you like my Dudley- I'm planning on making him a strong side character. I mean I don't know what you guys expect from a dude who's been spoiled rotten his whole life. Can you imagine getting 48 actual fucking presents? 48 physical presents. What? Aren't the Dursley's middle class? How do they afford these things? 48 presents all going into Harry's old room after they break!?