HP: The Magical Gamer

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"So, I trained and trained, becoming stronger to survive the voyage to reach the land of the moon goddess. A few days ago, when I finally deemed myself strong enough, I attempted the voyage.

"I was wrong. I wasn't strong enough. I was too weak. While I reached the island without any problem, it changed once I stepped into that land. There are terrifying monsters there, Harry. Cruel and animalistic. Gigantic and ugly. Half-human and half-hellish."

'I kept running into them at every turn but was able to escape them until I didn't. I don't know where it came from, but I was suddenly showered with arrows. And that's it. That's how I came here."

'I know your silver necklace is a portkey, Harry, and might have portkeyed me here once it sensed my death. Honestly, I would have used it sooner to escape that hell if I hadn't forgotten about it."

Harry and Lily were quiet after hearing that, finally getting how she ended up being almost dead. He still thought it was foolish of her to attempt that, but now he couldn't call her story a baseless myth when there was really a monster-infested island.

He might go there someday to see what all this excitement was about.

[QUEST!

– Go to the Island of Elune and save the last elf.

REWARD!

– Perk [World Jumper] ]

Harry kept his surprise in check and shelved it to think about later. Now was not the time to get lost in his musings.

"Why, Daphne? Why even try to go on that island? Why risk your precious life? What made you do something so moronic?" Lily questioned tiredly, not understanding why this child went on that suicidal mission. She had thought Daphne was smarter and more mature among her children's friends. But she might need to rethink that.

Daphne didn't answer her immediately but mulled over her thoughts before responding in a quiet forlorn voice. "I wanted to heal my father with whom I never had a single conversation. I wanted to know more about my great ancestors. I also wanted to gain supernatural powers so I could kill the dark lord when he comes to bother Harry and keep him from getting hurt."

"I wanted to protect everyone and keep them safe. I wanted to do so many things. But I failed. I was weak. I am weak. Too weak. I have always tried to become strong. But I am just not meant to be."

Harry stood up from his seat and went over to her, and sat beside her before pulling her into his arms.

Daphne readily cuddled to his side, throwing her arms around him and pressing her face on his chest.

"It is fine, Daphne. I am proud of how you tried even if I want to smack your head for being an idiot. Still, the thought counts. I'll make you one of the strongest witches of this era, Daphne."

"I promise you that. Just don't do anything stupid from now on. Can you promise me that, Daphne? Promise me you'll stop doing everything by yourself and I'll help you to become one of the mightiest." Harry mumbled softly, exposing how worried he was.

Daphne looked up from his chest and into his gentle green eyes.

She nodded. "I promise."

The loving smile that Harry gave her would become one of her fondest memories. She blushed when he kissed her tenderly on her forehead and brought her tighter in his embrace.

She sighed in comfort, burying her face in his chest, and hugged him close.

Lily looked at the sweet sight between the friends with a kind smile, approving of Harry's benign approach. But however much she wanted to keep the joyous atmosphere, it was her solemn duty to tell Daphne the news.

"Daphne, dear. I have some news that you must know."

Daphne sprang away from him, her entire face flushed red from embarrassment. She once again had forgotten that Mrs. Potter was with them.

A pit of dread opened up in her stomach at the sad look Harry's mother was wearing. Apprehension enveloped her and her red face turned deathly pale.

With a trembling voice, she asked, somehow already knowing what Lily Potter was going to say.

"Your father passed away."

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Daphne didn't give a response and just stared at Lily dumbly, not knowing how to react to the news that her father was dead.

She stayed limply against Harry's side as he kept his arms around her supportively. But her mind was far away to notice his sweet gesture.

One of the biggest reasons for her trying to gain more power had been the hope of healing her ailing father.

She had seen him always slumbering like a dead man, and the few rare moments when he was awake had been filled with pained screams and mad ramblings.

She had thought that she might do something about it. That she could change her father's tragic destiny and complete her family for once.

Alas, it seemed it wasn't meant to be. Just as she had been fated to remain weak and useless, her father's death seemed to be predetermined too.

It was like some higher power was mocking her, whispering 'Only if you were more powerful, you might have completed your quest. And then might have saved your father.

But it was never meant to be. This is your storyline. Your script. Follow it and be happy.'

Was there even a reason to be alive? To be hopeful?

When everything was already written by fate? Why even cry and feel joy when fate had already decided what was going to happen to her?

If all her actions were predetermined, was she even a person or just a bag of flesh doing its part in the divine preordained plan?

It wasn't her fault, was it? Her father's death was set before she was born, before, even he was born. All her efforts had been in vain.

She had been like a puny insect trying to challenge a dragon and got burnt to a crisp in the end. She finally understood her place.

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