Ch1- The Boy Who Almost Got Killed

Ch1- The Boy Who Almost Got Killed

Welcome to "Harry Potter with Technology System," my fourth fanfiction. This work, already has around 100 drafts. I don't start publishing before having enough of them. It will be published on my Patreon alongside my fifth fanfiction, "Gamer System in Uchiha World." For my readers, there are tiered options available – you can choose to immerse yourself in either of these fantastical worlds separately, or delve into both for a more comprehensive experience. As always, all my novels are free to read. Patrons can read ahead, up to 25 chapters.

Important Warnings and Notes for Readers:

Manipulative Elements: This story contains manipulative themes and characters. These elements are essential to the plot and character development.

Altered Plot: Like all my fanfictions, the original plot of the Harry Potter series has been modified. Some alterations are mild, while others are more substantial, offering a fresh perspective on the familiar story.

Advanced Technology in a Magical World: The integration of a "Technology System" within the magical universe of Harry Potter is a significant deviation from the original series. It introduces a unique blend of magic and technology that may differ greatly from canon.

Character Development: Expect significant changes in character arcs and relationships. These alterations are in line with the story’s direction and thematic requirements.

Emotional and Dark Themes: The narrative may explore complex emotional and occasionally dark themes that are integral to the story’s depth and progression.

Creative Liberties: While staying true to the essence of the magical world, I have taken creative liberties to enhance the narrative and provide a unique reading experience.

Fan-Driven Content: This is a work of fan fiction, written for entertainment purposes. It respects the original creation but also ventures into new creative territories.

Reader Discretion Advised: Given the various elements and themes, reader discretion is advised. The story is crafted for a mature audience seeking an innovative twist to the beloved Harry Potter universe.

Age-Restricted Content: As the story progresses, there may be chapters with R-18 content. However, please note that such content will not appear at the beginning of the story, as Harry is still young. Scenes of a more mature nature, including 'lemon' scenes, will be appropriately introduced as the narrative and character ages evolve.

Incest: This fanfiction may explore taboo themes as part of its narrative. These elements are introduced to challenge traditional perspectives and add depth to the storyline. Such content will be handled with sensitivity and relevance to the overall plot development.

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In the small, ordinary town of Little Whinging, nestled behind a row of perfectly pruned privet hedges, lay number four, Privet Drive. Here, in this house of mundane routines and stringent order, lived a boy who was anything but ordinary. Harry Potter, a scrawny ten-year-old with jet-black hair perpetually askew and bright green eyes, was unlike anyone else in the house – or so he often felt.

On this particular day, Harry found himself on his knees, scrubbing the kitchen floor, while his Aunt Petunia, a woman with a delicate face and immense beauty, and a penchant for cleanliness, watched him like a hawk. His oversized, hand-me-down clothes, which had once belonged to his overweight cousin Dudley, hung loosely on his thin frame.

As he scrubbed, his mind wandered. Harry couldn't help but question why fate seemed so unusually cruel to him. He had never known his parents, James and Lily Potter, who had died in a car crash – or so he had been told. And ever since he could remember, he had lived with his aunt, uncle, and cousin, who treated him more like a servant than a family member.

Harry continued scrubbing, trying to block out the harsh world around him. But it wasn't long before his cousin Dudley, a boy with a face like a pig in a wig, came thundering down the stairs. Dudley, who took pleasure in tormenting Harry, began to circle around him like a shark. With each pass, he'd nudge, bump, or smack Harry, laughing uproariously at each jolt of pain he caused.

Nigel seemed to sense Harry's confusion and apprehension. "Do not be alarmed, Master Harry. I am here to help you navigate through this. Together, we shall uncover the full extent of this system's capabilities."

Harry, still struggling to grasp the reality of the situation, asked, "But why me? And what can this system do?"

"The 'why' is something we will discover together. As for its capabilities, they are extensive. From spell analysis to potion composition, even accessing a vast digital library and recording memories. This system is designed to enhance your abilities and provide you with knowledge and tools previously beyond reach."

"S-spell?" Harry stuttered, his voice quivering in the darkness. "W-what do you mean by spell?"

Nigel's voice, calm and composed, resonated in Harry's mind. "Master Harry, you are a wizard. The world you've known is but a fraction of reality. There exists a magical realm parallel to the one you've grown up in, teeming with enchantment and wonder."

Harry's breath caught in his throat. A wizard? The idea seemed ludicrous, yet there was an undeniable truth in Nigel's words, a resonance that touched something deep within him.

"But how?" Harry whispered, struggling to comprehend this revelation. "I mean, wizards, magic... they're just fairy tales, aren't they?"

Nigel's chuckle was a soft ripple in the sea of Harry's confusion. "Ah, Master Harry, the world is far more mysterious and magical than you've been led to believe. Your parents were part of this magical world, skilled and respected wizards in their own right. It's in your blood, your heritage."

The words struck Harry like a lightning bolt. His parents – wizards? It was a lot to take in, especially given the stark, magic-less life he'd led so far.

Nigel continued, his tone patient and informative. "As for spells, they are but one aspect of the magical arts. With your inherent magical abilities and the assistance of the Technology System, you'll be able to learn and cast spells, brew potions, and much more. The system will also provide real-time analysis of magical elements, something quite unprecedented."

Harry felt a surge of excitement mixed with trepidation. Magic... it was a concept so foreign, yet it offered a glimpse of a life far removed from the misery of the Dursleys'.

"And you, Nigel, you're a part of this system?" Harry asked, his curiosity piqued.

"Indeed, Master Harry. I am an AI assistant, programmed to guide and support you. My capabilities range from providing you with knowledge on both magical and non-magical subjects to offering emotional support and guidance. I am, in essence, your ally in this new chapter of your life."

Harry's mind whirled with possibilities. An ally, something he had longed for in his loneliest moments. Nigel, despite being an AI, seemed to offer a sense of companionship and understanding that Harry had never experienced.

"Then, Nigel," Harry said, a newfound determination in his voice, "let's start this journey together. Show me what I need to know. Teach me about this magical world and my place in it."

"Very well, Master Harry," Nigel replied, his tone reflecting both the gravity and the excitement of the moment. "Our adventure begins now. And fear not, I shall be with you every step of the way, imparting wisdom and perhaps a bit of dry humor to lighten our path."

As Harry listened, the darkness of the cupboard under the stairs seemed a little less oppressive, the future a bit brighter.