HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 161: Reviver! ] (Patreon)

"I regret doing this. But you give me no choice." said Elwind, preparing for a battle.

Harry pushed Irisviel back and jumped. In a second he was in front of the elf. He tried to kick off his head. But the elf easily dodged his strike and threw his own punch.

Harry parried it with one hand and tried to blow off his head with his other arm.

Elwind lept back and pointed his hand at him. A green fireball swooshed toward Harry. He ducked and again rushed him. This time his kick caught the elf on his leg.

The loud crack popped loudly in the woods.

Elwind's right leg from beneath his knee, severed and fell limp in the pool of blood.

The elf didn't even scream, only wincing. "Enough of this play."

Standing on his one leg elegantly, Elwind gripped the hilt of his sword and pulled it out of the scabbard.

The blade was white as chalk. It seemed to shine in the dawning light of the sun.

Harry's eyes widened in horror. He recognised the sword. It was Iris. How the hell was it even here?

As soon as he saw the glimpse of that blade, he ran. He picked up Irisviel and threw her on his back. Then he fled for the exit. He fled for his life.

"No, you don't." He heard the enraged yell from behind him.

Even as Harry's form blurred as he ran with an ungodly speed, the elf with the White Sword was still far faster and stronger than him.

Harry didn't even feel anything. One second he was just a step away from the edge of the forest and the next instant he was falling.

But the queer thing was he could see his own body falling on the stomach with Irisviel screaming in sorrow and despair.

Oh no, he was decapitated. That was his last thought. His bodiless head rolled away out of the forest. But he wasn't alive to celebrate that.

Harry Potter was dead.

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With trembling hands, she picked up her son's severed head and placed it above the neck.

She was standing outside of their forest from where they had teleported.

The quest was finished and she was able to use the system again.

Wiping the tears from her eyes, she stood up and pointed her palm at his dead body.

[Repair]

[Reviver]

Harry's eyes snapped open and he sat up.

Harry Potter wasn't dead.

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Lily quickly cleared out of the forest and reached the cliff, of which the elf Elwind had mentioned during their conversation.

After a perilously steep drop by the edge was a glimmering blue sea, spreading as far as the eyes could see, on all three sides of her.

She looked around her frantically, trying to find anything resembling a legendary artefact. Harry had said that it would be easily noticeable. 

But on either side of her were just the uneven parts of the cliff, like a single finger jutting out of the woods. There was no space where anything godly could be kept.

Exactly at that moment, a flickering glimmer caught her eye. She sucked in a sharp breath, staring at a small island in the sea, only a couple of feet away from the cliffside.

The island was barely 10 feet wide. But the queer thing about it was the colour. It was black as if it had come right out of a volcano. The strangest thing though was a sword half buried in the rock. Its handle and pommel shone radiantly in the sunlight, sparkling like pure gold.

That was what had caused the flicker.

Without another thought, she jumped from the high cliff.

Her hair billowed above her. Her black dress was forced up to her waist due to the wind rushing past her, baring her bottoms. But Lily was in no mindset to do this appropriately or elegantly.

She was in a mad hurry.

As the island below approached her, she pointed her wand at herself and silently used the slowing charm. Her free fall abruptly turned into a smooth downward glide. 

And as soon as her feet touched the ground, she leapt at the sword and gripped the hilt, heaving it out of the volcanic rock.

She held it to the sky.

The silver blade shone like a star, with an emerald gem embedded below the handguard. The green light sparkled magically and soon it grew so bright, that its eerie light enveloped the whole surrounding.

Lily closed her eyes instinctively and when she opened them again, she was back home. A smile blossomed on her full lips seeing that they had succeeded in completing the quest.

"Harr– HARRY!" She screamed suddenly, dropping down on her knees as she saw her son's severed head rolling towards her.

It touched her knee.

Bile rose in her throat when she saw the confused-scared look etched on his face.

She couldn't comprehend it.

She didn't cry.

She just stared at it.

The face of her dead son.

But soon, a sob tore through her mouth, clawing out like a writhing snake, her entire body shaking violently. She let out hiccuping cries, wanting nothing more than to run away from there, so she didn't have to face it.

But she would. It was her duty.

With trembling hands, she picked up Harry's head, pushing the bile back down her throat. She hardened herself, blanking her mind, becoming silent and not shrieking at the heavens like she wanted to.

She got back on her feet with her baby's head still in her hold, blood still dripping from the cleanly cut neck.

It was hard not to puke. But she somehow persevered.

Though however much she tried to be steady, her hands kept quivering, betraying her shock.

She approached his body which lay on its back.

Lily set the head properly above the neck.

Her movements were jerky and mechanical. She was still in shock, not even knowing how she was able to move.

She felt like a zombie.