Session 1: The Quest Begins

Harry James Potter was always an odd child. He was an orphan, raised by his aunt and uncle. He was constantly bullied by his cousin. He had no friends. The people of Privet Drive, the street on which he lived, disliked him. He had a scar on his forehead shaped like a lightning bolt. However what was truly strange about Harry was that odd things would constantly happen around him.

There was the fire that started at his school, unfortunately Harry was left inside the building trapped by the flames. Luckily the firefighters managed to save him with only a few burns.

There was the time when his aunt dragged him shopping once, while visiting the bank a robbery took place and Harry was used as a hostage, barely making it out alive.

There was the time he went on a camping trip for school, but a cave in left him separated from his class, it would have been an easy fix to free him but it turns out that the cave was used by the mob to hide some illegally smuggled weapons.

It seemed that every other month Harry would get pulled into some dangerous situation or another, almost never by his fault and he would always just barely manage to get out of it with only minor injuries.
No one blamed Harry for the incidents, not even his aunt and uncle, still everyone would have to be an idiot to not realise that being around the young boy was liable to get someone hurt and so everyone kept their distance as much as possible. Harry had no friends and was left alone, with no explanation of why these things kept happening to him.

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General POV

It was another boring day at Privet Drive. Vernon Dursley, Harry's uncle, was reading the newspaper. Petunia Dursley, Harry's aunt, was in the kitchen cooking breakfast for her family. Dudley Dursley, Harry's cousin, was in the living room playing on his latest game console. And Harry...Harry was just hobbling through the door, bruised and bloodied, his clothes torn slightly, looking like he had been attacked by a wild animal. No one looked up at his entrance, instead they carried about doing what they were doing.

With practised ease Harry stumbled into the kitchen, pulled out the first aid kid and collapsed on a chair as he set about disinfecting and bandaging his injuries. Petunia spared Harry a quick glance, before going back to plating up the breakfast. 'Once you're done, mop up the blood then go and weed the garden,' she ordered putting a plate on the table in front of him then calling the rest into the kitchen for breakfast.

'Yes Aunt Petunia,' Harry mumbled, wincing as he disinfected a cut on his jaw.

Vernon and Dursley waddled into the kitchen, their large bodies causing the floor to shake a bit with their steps. Both take a seat, causing their chairs to creak loudly in pain. 'What happened to you this time Potter?' Dudley asked, mouth already full of bacon.

'Tiger,' the black haired boy replied, 'someone broke the animals out of the zoo.'

Vernon looked up from his own breakfast and glared at the boy, 'you didn't try and keep any of the creatures did you boy?' he asked, with all of the intensity and promise of pain that he could.

"no Uncle Vernon, I didn't,' Harry promised shaking his head rapidly.

Vernon however didn't seem to believe Harry's words and leaned forward, covering his nephew in shadow. 'Remember our rule about pets boy?'

Harry tried to look Vernon in the eye but his will broke and he looked away, 'if I bring any pets home...I will have to...put it down...myself,' he mumbled nervously.

Vernon nodded and leaned back, going back to his breakfast. 'That's right brat, I don't care if it's a tiger. If I find any more animals in my shed, I'll make sure you kill it myself.' Harry nodded awkwardly at this, '..er..may I be excused?' Harry asked, already getting up from the table and making for the door.

The Dursleys just watched as Harry made to leave, 'honestly I don't know what we'll do with him,' Petunia groused, 'We can't keep doing this Vernon, the boy isn't normal. He's becoming more and more like his mother every day.'

'What do you expect me to do?' Vernon sighed, tired of having this conversation every other week. 'We tried to stamp it out, we did everything we could but it just keeps happening.'

'Perhaps we could show him how dangerous it is?' Petunia offered weakly, though she knew it would not work. It hadn't worked the last time they tried, or the time before that. Harry Potter had no sense of self-preservation, just like his mother, Petunia's sister.

Vernon didn't bother to respond, he really did not want to get into this again. There was nothing to be done about the Potter boy and everyone knew it, still it didn't stop the two worrying. He would end up just like his mother at this rate. He would get an invitation to that damnable school, he would spend his years there almost dying more often than he could count, he would graduate and be in even more danger until eventually something went wrong and the brat would die. If the boy was lucky it would be quick and painless, if not...Vernon and Petunia both found themselves up late at night just imagining the horror that would befall their nephew. They didn't like the boy, some would even say they hated him but they still didn't want the boy to go through that, no one did.

'Mum, Dad! Dudley squealed, his high pitched voice cutting through his parents musing. 'There's a weird old man out in the yard again!'

There was a loud clatter as Vernon slammed his fist down on the table, rattling the plates and cutlery, 'just one breakfast,' he growled. 'Just one calm, simple breakfast where I don't have to deal with this craziness,' Vernon pulled himself to his feet and stomped towards the front door, grabbing his gun on the way. 'I just want to sit down, have a simple breakfast with my family, no blood, no near-death experiences, no fires, no weirdos trying to do lord knows what,' he muttered to himself as he stepped out into the yard.

Meanwhile Petunia and Dudley watched Vernon with trepidation, hoping that the obese man would be alright. 'My, my,' an airy voice full of mirth stated, 'your husband seems to have quite the anger problem doesn't he Petunia?'

A normal family would have stilled, they would have screamed or shouted or cursed. A normal family however didn't live with Harry Potter. Acting with years of trained reflexes Petunia grabbed the still hot pan off of the stove and swung at the intruders head, while Dudley ran for the door shouting for his dad and Harry.

Harry and Vernon ran into the kitchen to find Petunia pressed against the wall to stay as far away from an old man in bright pink robes, who was calmly sitting at the kitchen table drinking tea without a care in the world.

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Harry's POV

Harry was not quite sure what to make of the old man who was sitting in the Dursley's kitchen. Aunt Petunia seemed to be afraid of him and so was Uncle Vernon with the way his hands were shaking, he didn't even raise his shotgun to point at the weirdo.

Still Harry had met people like this before. Strange clothes. Clearly not fully sane. Unhealthy interest in Harry. This old man was clearly some crazed cultist of some kind, Harry just hoped this old man would not try and sacrifice him, that was never a fun experience. 'Uh...can we help you?' Harry asked slowly.

The old man regarded Harry with bright blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with mirth, after taking a sip of his tea he spoke. He spoke with a voice that was light and airy and playful, though it also commanded respect. 'Trying to make me talk while you figure out just why I am here and how to handle me are you?' he asked with laughter clear in his voice. 'You clearly take after your parents young Mr Potter.'

Harry was about to ask just what the, obviously crazy, old man meant when he was interrupted by Aunt Petunia. 'No he doesn't. He is nothing like Lily. He is just a normal, average young boy,' she said desperately. Fearfully.

The old man nodded calmly at that, taking another sip of his tea. 'My apologies,' he announced getting up and putting his teacup in his pocket. 'I clearly have made a grave mistake. I thought that young Mr Potter here was the type to be pulled into outrageous and convoluted situations, each one slightly more dangerous than the last until eventually he would find himself in a situation that would result in not only his own death but the death of everyone around him.' The old man enthusiastically shook Aunt Petunia's and Uncle Vernon's hands then made his way to the door still talking in the calm and airy tone of his. 'I was under the assumption that Mr Potter here was a young lad who sought out such experiences, despite knowing how dangerous they are. That nothing would stop him from searching for his parents killer.' The old man shrugged and then walked outside, while everyone followed. 'Well as you have advised he is a normal young man and clearly everything I assumed was wrong. Have a good day Petunia, Vernon,' he said before he burst into flame, right there on the lawn, and disappeared.

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Petunia's POV

Petunia stared at the pile of ash for a few seconds before slowly walking inside, opened Vernon's liquor cabinet and took a swig of a bottle of Merlot. It wasn't even noon and here she was drinking, 'I hate that old man,' she groused, falling into her living room recliner, in a distinctly unladylike manner.

'Er, Aunt Petunia?' Potter asked hesitantly, 'who was that man?' Petunia ignored his question for a few moments, taking another swig of Merlot and looking anywhere but at the boy. Why did he have to get her eyes? God Petunia hated looking at him, why couldn't Lily have been a normal girl, who went to a normal school, met a normal boy, had a normal child who didn't have a stupid prophecy about him and why couldn't said child have not been made her responsibility?

She knew why Potter was her responsibility of course, it was always the aunt and uncle in cases like this. Still it was best that it was her, she may not like the brat, but at least she would do her best for him, she knew just what was going on. Vernon had been a saint throughout it too, Petunia was worried that he'd want to get rid of the boy, putting him in more danger as a result. Instead her lovely husband had listened, he had done his best to help even when he didn't fully understand, god she was lucky to have him.

A large hand fell on her shoulder, breaking her from her thoughts. 'Pet we have to tell him, tell them,' Vernon said softly, taking the wine bottle out of Petunia's hand. Petunia felt herself smile a bit, Vernon truly was too good for her, always looking out for her.

Petunia nodded and looked at the two boys, waiting nervously to see just what had gotten her so upset. 'You two will want to sit down for this,' she sighed, gesturing for them to sit on the couch.

Dudley waddled over to the couch, falling onto it heavily. Unlike most mothers Petunia was happy with her sons large weight, it was selfish of her she knew it, and it would cause problems for her sweet baby boy down the line. However...Potter's kind didn't get fat. Oh sure some of them were big, some were slightly chubby but none of them truly got fat and that's what mattered to Petunia. Her baby boy was safe as long as he was fat, he was safe. If that ever changed...Petunia wasn't sure what she would do.

'Who was that freak mummy?' her sweet Dudders asked, looking worried. Petunia gave him a soft smile, hoping to reassure her sweet baby boy.

Petunia turned her head once more to look at Potter, looking him in those green eyes and she sighed. 'That man was Albus Percival too many god damned names Dumbledore,' she growled, god she hated the man.

'Er...' Potter began nervously, but Petunia could see the resolve in his eyes. God why did he have to take after Lily? 'What did he mean about my parents...killer?' he asked.

Petunia could lie, oh it would be so easy to lie, she had done it for a decade now. James and Lily died in a car crash, a boring, everyday run of the mill car crash is what she told him. Nothing special about it, nothing interesting or exciting, no hidden mystery or evil wizard. Just a safe, simple car crash.

Still it wouldn't work now, the boy had a clue, a trail that something was wrong and he would find out the secret one way or another, however the longer it took to figure out, the deeper he had to research, the worst it would be. No she would have to tell him the truth.

Petunia sighed, muttered a few words under her breath and watched as another bottle of wine made it's way over to her, seeming to float in the air. Potter and Dudley stared with wide eyes of course, where as Vernon just sighed in exasperation. 'It all started when I was a little girl and my young sister Lily had received a letter to attend Hogwarts Adventuring Academy.'

Petunia grabbed the wine bottle and took a swig, this was going to be a long day.

I LIVE!

God I have not written anything in so long then I got the idea. What if Harry Potter happened in a world where Hogwarts taught D&D style adventuring classes. Basically Wizardry can be learned by anyone with enough time, those with inherent magic are sorcerors, there are druids and barbarians and warlocks etc.

That's where this idea comes from.

You will all ofcourse have noticed several of the changes in here. The most major one is that where as the Dursley's don't like Harry they still want him to be safe and well. They just go about it in a slightly neglectful or angry way. He has a bedroom, he is fed, he isn't forced to do all the chores and they do their best to encourage him not to do stupid things like bringing a tiger home as a pet.

Anyway here's a question for y'all. I know what class most of the main cast will be but what suggestions do y'all have? I'd like to know for both the main and side cast.

Welp read, review and get the tiger out of the shed.