HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 58: Land of Living! ] (Patreon)

Henry looked at the trembling form of his professor and promptly ignored him before pointing his bare hand at the window. 

The frozen men looked on with fear and confusion as the boy made a pulling gesture. 

A second later, the broken body of Albus Dumbledore flew in. He placed the body gently on the ground.

"Why Professor? I never liked you, but I am still unsure why you would turn traitor." Henry said dubiously as he stared at the body of the magical giant who was so easily killed. Snape refused to answer him, but stood beside the unmoving body of Malfoy who himself was staring at him with a huge amount of fear.

"Repair. Revive." Henry told the corpse softly. 

First, the body was healed totally, even removing the curse that the old man caught when he had touched the horcrux. Then to the collective shock and horror of the others, Albus Dumbledore startled into motion and sat up.

"Welcome back to the Land of Living, Headmaster."

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Dumbledore was old. Very old. He had seen many things in the world. Both amazing and horrifying. He believed he had experienced everything that one needed to feel content in life. So, he wasn't very averse to death.

It hadn't taken him much resolve to risk his life to win the final battle. If his death made Voldemort's trust increase in Severus then he was fine with it. And it wasn't like he had any choice. 

The curse which was a gift from the horcrux was killing him slowly anyway. 

But it seemed he wasn't meant to die tonight. He looked at the amused looking Henry. The very same boy who had killed so many children the last time he was at Hogwarts.

"You have the power of resurrection. I don't know how you got such a divine power. And I am not even sure if it is right to pull people from the other side, from their peaceful afterlife." That was the first thing he said as he stood up, towering over the child with his great height.

"You can enjoy your afterlife after you have fulfilled your duty. There is an army of thousands of Death Eaters, werewolves, vampires and giants advancing towards the school. You wouldn't want to see your precious students die, would you?" Henry said sarcastically as he pointed towards the horizon from the window. 

Dumbledore gasped at the sight of the magical army approaching the school.

"Severus! You didn't inform me that the dark lord was going to attack the school." Dumbledore's agitation was clear in his voice.

"I didn't know myself, Headmaster. It seems the dark lord wasn't taking any chances." Snape replied shakily.

The other people gave the duo dubious looks, not understanding what was going on. Henry too was confused, but he soon realised how stupid it was to think that the man who went toe to toe with Voldemort could die so easily from betrayal. It looked like there was a convoluted plan hinging on the Headmaster's death.

Henry wasn't sure if it was amazing or moronic.

"I guess Professor Snape is on our side then. Well, whatever. I think I will spare him." Henry thought out loud, snapping his fingers.

Suddenly, there were a dozen undead behind him. Specifically the Death Eaters he had killed in the Death Chamber in the Ministry.

"Except Dumbledore, Snape and Draco, kill all of them." Henry ordered coldly. Bellatrix led the Death Eaters with Lucius close behind her. The unmoving men were just sheep getting ready to be slaughtered.

"Henry! Don't." Dumbledore tried to move, but he too along with Snape were immobilised by shadowbind, leaving them unmoving and silent. Knowing that he didn't have much time before he needed to intercept the army, he stepped before the frightened Draco who was almost pissing himself.

"I can kill you, just like I killed your father. I should kill you for despoiling the school by bringing the killers and rapists here. I really should. But I see that you are just a spineless coward and thankfully a remorseful one too. For that I will let you live, Malfoy. Though it's not a guarantee that I won't just kill you next year when I catch you doing something wrong.”

"I am a killer and a Necromancer, Draco. Do you know how fucked up you are? A killer only kills, but you at least get to go into the afterlife. A Necromancer though, can steal your soul and torment you for all eternity. You saw how I resurrected Dumbledore, didn't you? Yes, I am not bluffing about the stealing soul part. Remember that whenever you think of doing bad again or else you would end up like your father. Dead and yet not dead. Now be a good boy and run away." Henry patted his cheek condescendingly and freed him from shadowbind.

Draco whimpered and shot a last sorrowful look towards Lucius who was plunging a knife down Fenrir's throat. Then he ran away, like a coward and weak willed git he was.

It took barely a minute for his Undeads to kill all the Death Eaters and werewolves present in the tower.

"Now you will tell me what the hell is going on here so I can solve your shite for you and go back home." Henry ordered and glared at Dumbledore, wanting to know what the great plan was that needed his own death.

Honestly, at this point he just wanted to go home, revive Iris and beg for her forgiveness. These all new self imposed tasks were grating on his nerves.

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Henry calmly listened as Dumbledore explained how everything was supposed to go, as he revealed all his plots.

Henry kept his anger suppressed as there was no time for that. It wouldn't do anything if he just yelled angrily and pushed the old man out of the window again.

No, that would do nothing.