Author's Note:

I will try to stick to using only characters from the Harry Potter Series, but at the beginning some character's names will be different due to this being a virtual game verse. You'll have to wait until later on for Harry to find out their true names. Though for extra characters they would most likely end up being my own creation.

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For Online Wizards and Witches Ch 3

Harry James Potter was no novice when it came to not getting his way; with Faith dropping him with a family like the Dursley he had no choice but to learn that life had its downs. In short he could say he was an expert on poor luck and bad circumstances, but he made the most out of them.

When Harry reached the age where could clearly compare that he was treated differently than his overly spoiled cousin, he knew what it felt like being treated as lower than dirt. But he also learned that people hated because they wanted something to hate. Despite that he saw that such treatment was the deviation and not the norm, he had accepted the cold stares and disgust. Years living under malicious cruelty had conditioned him to expect that he deserved only the worst. It was only when he had entered in a school different from the one Dudley attended that he had learned to expect something beyond mere cruelty. Ron had been his first friend, the very person who showed him that he also deserved something more than hatred. It was because of this, that he now not just endured for the sake of enduring but because he knew that he had someone who could treat him with comradeship and affection. Maybe he had gotten a little spoiled on receiving some positive attention due to the Molly's maternal nature smothering him every opportunity, because at the moment he felt awful.

Being ignored by an NPC, a mere mix of codes and numbers, formed inside the silly game was unacceptable. Especially when it came from the very game that had made a mockery of him since the beginning. But even more important was the fact that this Lord Voldemort person all but rose his hopes up before drifting off while leaving him nothing.

His second encounter with something that wasn't sand had ended with Harry having nothing but anger to spend. Thus it was only right he spent his frustrations on trying a hand on tracking down this Death Eater fellow. However despite all the effort he placed in locating the man it had lead to a spectacularly failure. But even when Harry knew the chance of finding the man was slim. Harry refused to give up on his search, because the chance of finding some other deadly creature or person was far smaller. Since the start he had not seen a single monster which was strange seeing that they were usually mass featured in games. And seeing how he didn't know the conventional way of logging off the game he only could hope the dying method would do so for him.

So when Harry spotted the familiar figure of Wormtail some distance away he excitedly yelled trying to capture the boy's attention. Harry had all but hoped with Wormtail presence he would have an easier time locating Voldemort. Because Wormtail meant he had someone who was more knowledgeable about the game thus he could locate the red eyed runaway faster. Harry was soon daydreaming about what would happen once he located the crimson bastard. In Harry's head their meeting had only two possible paths; one the incompetent bastard would actually kill him this time, and two if Voldie didn't kill Harry fast enough he could always bother the Lord enough so Voldie had to off him if he wanted any sense of peace.

Wormtail was peering at the bloody ground that he had teleported away from when his search was interrupted by a voice he thought would be dead by now. When Wormtail had first accompanied Harry on his way to the apparition point of one of the dungeons he had been planning on waiting right outside the entrance at hopes that the inexperienced newcomer would die in the dungeon leaving Wormtail easy picking to whatever item drops Harry's death would leave. So when he encountered the terrifying figure of a boss type death eater, he had only heard rumors of on the net version of the Witch Craft: Chamber of Secrets game he ran away. And decided to return some time later and check if the boss would still be there. So when he found no cloaked figure he looked around for anything to scavenge, but things didn't go the way he planned because the one boy who wouldn't just die was hollering his name. Wormtail cowered at his predicament fearing that Harry was out for revenge.

Harry yelled Wormtail's name again unable to see Wormtail's paling face due to their distance. When he saw the hunching boy stiffen at his next call, Harry decided it would be faster if he went to Wormtail. Harry broke into a jog, however this caused Wormtail to unfreeze and dash off in the opposite direction. Frowning at the behavior Harry quickened his pace thinking that maybe the boy hadn't heard him. But whenever Harry yelled the boy's name on his chase the unexpectedly quick figure moved even faster managing to lead him for a good thirty minutes before Harry lost him. When Harry lost his sight on Wormtail he all but laughed at the absurdity of losing a figure among a space that held nothing but sand. He would have understood if he had lost his target somewhere among the elevated part of the island, which had numerous raised rocks acting as decent hiding spots, but to lose him in open space. Either his eyesight was getting worse or the game was fucking with him again.

Harry looked around the area he was now in and noticed his chase had led him right back to his starting point, the beach. Feeling the exhaustion that his run and his earlier journey brought, he all but slumped down on the soft sand. A break sounded nice. Harry managed to close his eyes for a mere 50 seconds before something cold hit his face. Spluttering in surprise at the cold liquid Harry shot up and found the twinkling eyes that was messily covered by a bright yellow short bangs which had atrociously Christmas red highlights to it.

Even after staring at both the face and the name hanging on top of the stranger's head, Harry was not able to recognize the person. But when the stranger all but soundly clasped Harry's shoulder he recognized the familiar gesture.

The gesture could only belong to Ron but Harry wasn't sure his eyes yelled that this wasn't his friend but his instinct said otherwise. Harry confused could say "Ron?"

"Who else, mate." Said Ron happily.

"What did you do to your hair, Ron?!" Harry grimaced.

"Brilliant right. The red symbolizes Gryffindor's color without over doing it." Answered Ron.

"I'm not sure what Gryffindor's color is but couldn't you have chosen another shade of red. One that didn't remind me of a tube of lipstick?" Harry just couldn't remove his eyes away from the color, before this he didn't think it was possible to see a hair shade that reminded him of a fire truck.

"And you're late…but now that I think of it how was I supposed to have found you if you change your appearance? How did you find me?"

Ron merely shrugged, "Er…well you look like well you. It made finding you easy."

At Harry's dubious stare Ron continued only explaining a bit quicker "And its' not like I had to ask each person I found, Excuse me but are you Harry Potter? I would've just shouted it out loud to save myself the trouble."

"And your name made it easier, though I wasn't expecting you to use your real name as your username." Said Ron.

Harry sighed at his friend's answer and mused on what he found out, so he looked like himself. It looked like his Potter luck appeared in the strangest manners, making his game avatar seem frighteningly like himself for Ron to recognize him so easily despite his younger age. Wait age? Why was Ron also…young?

"Hey Ron? Why are you 10? If it was because of a circumstance similar to my own, like using the RANDOMIZE button I could understand but…?"

Ron was taken aback by the question when Harry said, "New here remember?"

"About that everyone who creates a character starts off with their character being 10 years old due to the storyline requiring it. The first section of the story quest is about, the player ending up stranded on Azkaban Prison." Said Ron.

"What do you mean?" asked Harry.

Well mate I hate to say it to you but we're staying 10 years old until we reach the second part of the story quest. Anyway, after some Death eater crashes the ship the character drifts on to the Azkaban Prison. Oh a death eater is like the general term for monster in this game, it's what we have to fight to level. " Ron explained.

Hearing Ron's explanation, Harry's eyes twitched remembering his case of encountering both situations, the drowning and the frustrating death eater called Voldemort.

"Hey Ron, where can I find death eaters?" Harry quietly questioned thinking of a certain red eyed target.

"In dungeons mostly, though a few are spread outside as well." Ron said surprised that Harry was curious.

When Harry remained silent Ron continued his explanation, "Before ending up on this island the ship was on its way to one of the few last sanctuary called Hogsmeade. Because in the storyline the only way to become a wizard is to enroll in Hogwarts. And of course one's the player completes the quest of reaching Hogwarts they age to 11 and continue to do so a s the story progresses. I think they chose to start the game character at the age of 10 because there was something about having to start at an earlier age if they want the child to return their ability to use magic. And in the game it's a big deal since only wizards can raid dungeons." Explained Ron.

"Never mind about that. Do you know where I can find Lord Voldemort?" grumbled Harry in a hasty manner only to be interrupted by Ron.

"Don't say his name! Do you want to call him of upon us!" shouted Ron over Harry's own question.

"There's a reason why all the players at the net version of the game used "He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named" or "You Know Who" for a reason. Every time someone brashly stated his name he would be summoned and whoever was around the summoned area would die. He's the final boss for a reason you know! Do you know how many people ended up in the rebirth point because of saying his name!" furiously whispered Ron while at times looking around making sure the summoning hadn't happened.

"So I just have to say his name." Muttered Harry under his breath. Then he began yelling in quick fire, "Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort!"

Ron panicked at Harry's blatant use of the forbidden name wildly moving his head expecting You Know Who to appear. But as the minutes passed and nothing happened Ron let out the breath he didn't know he was holding.

But Harry stubbornly decided to try again shouting even louder, "Voldemort, Voldemort, Voldemort, appear already!"

The same silence occurred and not even a strand of hair of the mention boss appeared causing Harry to pout and slump at his latest failure in finding Lord Voldemort.

"Harry! If we die, I'll kill you! " Ron all but yelled but Harry remained in his self pity.

The aggravated boy could only huff and ask "I don't know what caused you to be mental but you need to get rid of it, like fast."

"…log off..not…stupid…" Harry said while still pouting. When Ron pushed him into explaining what he said it just made Ron's face redder.

"We're automatically logging off when it's time, and you're not allowed to complain or try to find loop holes out of it. Remember you promised four hours. Besides what gave you the brilliant idea that dying would let you exit the game? When you die you go back to the beach." Ron said.

When that was all but concluded, Ron soon began excitedly chattering away about killing some death eaters, and leveling up so they could try dungeon raiding for the first time in virtual reality. He continued talking about his plans while struggling to drag a resigned Potter with him.

"There's this one place I often trained in when I used my old character in the net based version of the game. The area makes it the perfect place to train because all the death eaters are widely spread making it safe enough to level because we don't have to worry about the monsters herding. We can train there for our first few levels before heading towards the easiest dungeon. "

"It looks like you got everything planned." Stated Harry in a resigned voice.

"Cheer up mate, once you get your first death eater stab you'll be all charged."

The conversation continued as such until they had finally arrived close enough to see that they were on top of the highest cliff. As Ron stated Harry could see nearby numerous furry fanged rabbits that were poorly named Blood Rabbits. As Ron all but enlightened him on how to spot a monster or in this case a death eater by their red name Harry plopped down carelessly.

Spotting a nearby "Blood Rabbit" Ron pulled out a wooden club that he gotten from his own rucksack before quickly explaining to Harry about the two types of damages you can do in the game. The melee and the spell damage. Ron to show this lifted his club and brought it down on the black rabbit reducing its hp down to half. And then yelled to the non responsive Harry about his next move being a spell based damage.

Ron stretched his right hand out pointing towards the enemy before shouting the word, "Maragi." However the rabbit chomped down on Ron's hand when Ron was distracted by the fact not even a spark of flame came out of his command. Yelling in pain, Ron tried the word maragi again only for the same thing to happen, instead fueling the rabbit's jaw to hold onto the boy harder.

He was all but yelling for Harry's help when a feminine voice clearly pronounced "Pulinpa" which caused the rabbit to panic and let go of Ron. Ron free of the Blood Rabbit tried his spell again but when the rabbit remained unhurt he just bashed the death eater with his weapon. The dead monster didn't remain for long for it was soon gone when it melted into black vapor.

"If you're going to use a spell you have to use one that's available for your level." A bushy haired girl who was a little taller than Harry walked to where they were followed by another boy. The girl that Harry guessed was named Artemis looking at her username looked rather ordinary if it wasn't for her rather frizzy hair. While for the other boy named Travelling_Trevor he seemed particular shy seeing how he remained behind the girl during the whole exchange.

Once the girl was standing in front of Ron she said, "In the case for a spell like Maragi you would need a fire expertise off level 5 to unlock it. Thus making it unusable if you do not meet the level requirement much less the elemental requirement."

A rather red faced Ron spluttered "I know that!"

"I read from several guidebooks that one often occurring reason to why players are unable to cast is that the player does not check their Spellwork Web or forgets to unlock their spells before trying them. It could be you're not even a fire based wizard." she offered.

Insulted at the girl's statement Ron hollered "I'm a through and through Gryffindor, fire's of course my element!"

"Well are you going to check?" Asked Artemis rather impatiently.

When Ron still hadn't opened his Spellwork window the bushy haired girl told him how to why Ron pretended to not hear. Harry watched their cutting exchange before turning to the Travelling_Trevor who had been silently standing at the same spot nervously shifting his feet.

"Hi I'm Harry. Nice to meet you."

Turning his head to the greeting Neville stutteringly replied "Oh hello." And then added more surely "I'm Neville."

Noticing his mistake Neville quickly stated "I I mean Travelling_Trevor."

Their conversation passed enough time for the girl to convince Ron that she was right. And get him grudgingly to unlock his available spell. In comparison it didn't take much time for Ron to yell out his command, "Agi" which he used to set fire one unfortunate rabbit.

Seeing she had done her job the girl named Artemis moved her concentration to her own training luring a rabbit away from its group with a well aimed spell and then finishes it off with three strikes with her weapon. When the corpse of the monster dispersed in black mist, she happily said something about exp. Ron seeing that the girl was intruding on his training spot yelled out, "Hey this is my spot, find your own."

Which the girl just quivering responded that she read in the forums of the original game that areas are all free to roam, and that in the training guide it listed that this was the best grinding grounds from level 1 to 5. So he'll have to share. But Ron argued he was here first.

Their bickering went on until Harry detected in the corners of his eyes another person. The unidentified person appeared ways off from the arguing duo but his voice reached them all the same.

The boy had blond hair that was a shade closer to white then yellow, he was built slim with aristocratic features. He was flanked by two equally muscled brutes that looked wrong because the overly bulging muscles looked out of place on the ten year olds body. But it was his drawl and not the confidence of having goons that truly carried out his show of pride and superiority. The boy sneered, "Only the poor would stoop so low to fight over a mere training field. Well let them fight over trash; I'll be spending my time conquering the dungeon." Before Ron or Artemis could voice their protest the intruders had left.

"Snobbish blond git." Said Ron irritably.

And though the girl frowned at Ron's choice of wording she didn't ask Ron to retract his words.

Ron loudly said to Harry "Let's level up so much that the blond brat has no choice but to cower when we call for a duel."

Harry chuckled at this when Ron annoyed asked what he was laughing at Harry merely replied, "You can't say much being blond too."

Paled faced at the realization that his avatar was distinctly similar to the git, Ron shut his mouth. Ron stopped his insults and instead went off towards the girl he was arguing with before, and voiced out a temporary truce. There were more important things then bickering with the know it all he had a blond brat to beat, so he needed all the time to level.

Left alone to her devices the girl shook her head at the red streaked buffoon's behavior and instead walked towards this Ron person's companion.

"Are you not training as well?" the frizzled haired witch questioned.

When Harry replied that he had no interest it got the auburn female in a ditz, trying to convince the boy to at least try out. She kept pestering Harry about how much it was a waste not to test something out especially since he was already here. Unwilling to continue hearing how much he would waste, he conceded and allowed the girl to teach him on how to unlock and check his spells.

He clearly stated the word system, followed by saying Spellwork Web. With the girl looking over Harry's shoulder he couldn't concentrate on what was listed on an intrinsically well defined list of hundreds of spells. Most of them were displayed with a red cross mark which indicated that he did not yet reach the requirement to unlock them, but the first three in the list were boxed in grey. Looking at the detail of the three spells Harry did not notice that Artemis frown kept growing. When the girl beckoned Ron and Neville over did Harry truly understand his situation.

"What kind of spells are these." Neville said while looking at the image display of the first spell, which was named Dust.

"I never heard about them much less seen such kind of spells." Replied the only female of the group.

"They look like there meant for cleaning." Coughed out a badly shaking Ron. And when Artemis bluntly said "These spells would suit a maid more than they would a wizard." Ron couldn't hold in his laughter and began cackling like a madman.

"Maid…Harry..pfff..maid..HAHAHA!" Ron snorted.

While the three were discussing Harry's current issue all Harry could think of while looking at the spells shown on the web were, "Sure I don't care much about this game, but that doesn't mean you can give me damn spells that help with household chores, You fucking GAME!"

So when Artemis kindly advised maybe their idea on what the spells does is wrong, and using one of them would help sort out this issue, Harry tried it out. He unlocked his first three spells, Dust, Summon Fry Pan, and Wax. Then he targeted one Blood Rabbit and yelled out "Dust" while pointing at it. Artemis and Neville held their breath expecting something great to occur, while Ron was all but holding his stomach.

What occurred was the rabbit twitched for a micro second before a feather duster magically appeared and dusted the sand off the rabbit. The now squeaky clean rabbit changed its glare which was on the duster to Harry and rushed in great speeds ready to bite the ebony boy. Artemis interrupted the monsters path and took it down leaving only vapor.

She kindly stated "Harry it's all right, maybe the spell affinity isn't for attacking. But I'm sure it's a really rare type, don't be disappointed." Hearing her own try at cheering the boy made her grimace.

Meanwhile Ron recovered from his laughing fits and managed to choke out jokingly, "Don't worry mate you can just hide behind me."

At those words Harry opened his Spellwork Web again and carefully read the details on his spells. Finding what he was looking for he closed it and then without a single warning he used the skill wax on Ron. The moment the blue liquid touched Harry's target Ron all but tripped. Neville tried to help Ron get up but when his foot touched the liquid he knocked both himself and Artemis down. While the others were distracted at their difficulty to stand Harry walked away from the three struggling individuals.

His companion's try on lifting his spirits seemed to have done the opposite since his temper worsened. Fueled by his mood Harry launched in a sprint moving close to monsters. Ron finally picked himself up from his fall and cried out to Harry that it was dangerous. But Harry ignored his friends holler and determinedly ran. With each swift step he grabbed the attention of one Blood Rabbit and then rushed to the next still with the first rabbit chasing after him. He continued this for the next nail biting minute managing to somehow dodge the blood frenzy rabbits surrounding him while managing to sort them to follow his backside. When he had a large herd of vicious rabbits on his tail he ran straight ahead to the edge of the cliff.

This had the three observers all but shouting at Harry's foolish actions. Fearing that the boy would be either ripped to shreds by rabbits or fall to his death. Harry unworried to his friends screams simply stood there waiting for his prize to come closer before pointing on the ground and yelling "Wax." Bluish liquid all but coated the cliff and Harry smiled.

What happened next had left the gang flabbergasted as all forty two cute but deadly bunnies ran straight onto the slippery liquid and slide right off the cliff. The girl with the username Artemis opened her mouth and could only say, "That's impossible."

Ron once getting over the shock mouthed, "Wicked." Completely ignoring the slap Artemis gave him after his comment.

The girl looked at the scene with impossibly wide eyes before noticing that somehow two rabbits manage to not slide all the way off the cliff "So he managed to get rid of the hoard but it still leaves the two Blood Rabbit that didn't ..." She said but before she could finish her sentence Harry summoned his fry pan and slammed in quick succession the remaining rabbits back onto the deformed wax sending them after the other rabbits.

When the last rabbit fell Harry heard a soft ringing sound alerting him that he had leveled up. With that Harry Potter, now a level three wizard was two levels higher than his three companions.