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Daphne's fear vanished as she looked at him imploringly and desperately, knowing they were only a few minutes away from getting discovered, knowing that Henry might not be able to come back to her.

"It's not your fault, Daphne. But we don't have time for that discussion. Just go to your room and I will be there. Go! Tracey, take her away!"

Daphne allowed herself to be led away by her girlfriend. The reluctance in her steps was present even when she crossed the entrance of the Slytherin common room.

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When he was alone with the bodies, he did the final thing needed to finish the quest.

"Arise."

In an instant, 20 Undeads stood up straight and waited for further orders. Henry couldn't stop the grim smile spreading on his lips.

There was a certain power in commanding the dead bodies of your enemies. And it was deeply satisfying. As the footsteps got louder, he stored his new Undeads in his inventory.

[QUEST:

– Kill all the 20 junior Death Eaters in front of you.

Success!]

[REWARD: Gained

– 5000 XP

– Two connected Bracelets]

[Bonus Objective:

– Turn them into Undeads

Success!

Bonus Reward: Gained

– Skill (Army of the Dead) ]

There were no longer corpses laid on the stony floor. He stood all alone in the gloomy corridor.

But there was blood. A lot of it around him.

When Harry Potter and his friends rounded the hallway and ran towards him, they stopped abruptly when they realised that he was standing in the stream of thick blood.

Their help was unneeded.

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Harry felt his body suddenly stiffen. A deep sense of foreboding washed over him.

Currently, Harry was sitting in the Gryffindor common room. He was silent as his friends joked amongst themselves. 

His desire to admire Ginny's warm laughter or her pretty lips as Hermione whispered in her ear was soured by the dread that was quickly spreading through him.

Something bad was going to happen.

"Mate? You alright?" Ron bumped his shoulder with his. Harry nodded shakily.

"I am fine, Ron."

"You sure?"

"No. I just had a bad feeling. I don't know what to do about it." Harry mumbled, looking at him.

"Is it about Henry?" Ron asked slowly. At his name, Harry's eyes widened as he rummaged through his bag, he took out of the Marauder's Map, spreading it in their laps and activated it with his wand.

Ron quickly understood what he was doing and started searching for the first year boy's name. Not that it was hard finding it since his name was surrounded by 22 names in an isolated part of the castle.

"Fuck!" Harry cursed, knowing that his younger doppelganger was trapped and in danger. He ignored Hermione's affronted look and ran out of the Gryffindor common room, pocketing the Map and gripping his wand.

He heard before he saw that Ron, Hermione and Ginny were fast on his heels. Ron filled in the details to the girls while Harry dashed to where he knew his help was needed.

'I hope I am not too late.' he prayed in his mind.

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He was too late. It was a dour realisation as he peered at the boy who outwardly seemed relaxed. Which he shouldn't be while standing in the sea of blood.

"What happened, Henry?" He was the only one able to speak.

Ginny and Hermione were pale and looking at the kid as if he was the devil incarnate. Even Ron looked uncomfortable and didn't meet the eyes of the kid. They were scared. His friends were scared of an eleven years old boy.

Ah, he remembered now that they weren't there when Henry killed all the Death Eaters in the Chamber. It was one thing to know that this cute little kid was a murderer and another to see him standing in a pool of blood.

Their fright and reaction was understandable.

"I was ambushed by 20 people in this hallway. They were wearing dark cloaks and white masks and wanted to bring me to Voldemort. I, of course, disagreed. They didn't take well to my disagreement and attacked me. As you can see, I killed all of them." Henry explained blankly.

"Where are they then?" Harry asked when he wanted to scream 'where are the bodies?'

"I vanished their corpses like I did with Death Eaters in the Death Chamber at the ministry. I don't like seeing the glassy looks of the dead." Henry lied smoothly. Harry grimaced and stifled a helpless scream.

"You do know what this means." Harry asked tersely, feeling his heart wrench in pain.

"Yes. I remember Dumbledore ordering me to not hurt anyone at Hogwarts even if they were marked. So, I guess I should pack my bags and disappear from Hogwarts then. He won't let me stay here any longer." Henry said with a sad smile.

"Go now, Henry. Go to Grimmauld Place. Sirius will help you. I will go and report to Dumbledore about this incident. You have ten minutes of head start before Dumbledore comes to inspect here. He will be mad and won't support you. You should be gone by then." Harry shook his head morosely and turned away without another glance. 

His friends shot Henry wary looks before following their friend.

Henry was once again alone in the corridor. His lips thinned as anger coursed through him. He wanted to scream.

He calmed his mind and teleported to his room.

He quickly gathered his things and dumped them into the new trunk which he recently bought. Then he placed the trunk into his inventory. His room was bare now with no sign that it had been a student's room. Only his cat, Aura, was slumbering on the bed.

His lips curled downwards. It seemed he was cursed never to enjoy Hogwarts.

Wherever he was going, death and blood was following him. For the first time, he blamed the game for his misfortune. 

All the killings, all the murders he had done were for the quests, at the behest of the game.

Would it be really bad if he didn't have this power? It wasn't his fault, right? All the problems and sorrow were due to the game.