HP: The Magical Gamer [Chapter 28: No Thoughts!] (Patreon)

"What the hell?" she said in disbelief as she saw the eleven year old boy shot up in the mid-air, in the death chamber. His face was passionless but his eyes were glowing with hatred. He glared down at the Death Eaters.

"Death Arrows." he mumbled softly.

What happened next would forever be etched in the memories of people present there. They wouldn't ever be able to forget the sight of ebony arrows appearing around the flying boy.

And they definitely couldn't forget how those same arrows whooshed towards the stupefied Death Eaters.

"Shields!" Lucius Malfoy cried out loud to his allies, flicking his wand, conjuring a bright blue translucent shield in front of him.

But mere shields wouldn't save them. They would know that by experience, unfortunately for them that would be the last experience they would ever have, as their shields flickered out, the arrows passed through them effortlessly, burying deep in the hearts of the Death Eaters.

None of them would be spared, not the weakest ones and nor the strongest like Bellatrix Lestrange. All would share the same fate. Death by a single arrow lodged into their heart.

"That will do. Now, I shouldn't waste the bodies. They will come in handy, I am sure. I am going to choose a new Class after all." Harry mumbled to himself though it was heard by everyone. The other people in the room watched in horror and intrigue as the boy who wouldn't be older than 11, walked around the mangled dead bodies and made them disappear.

"So… You're welcome. Now it's time for me to go." Harry said with a frown, looking at them. But before he could do anything, the door to the chamber opened and Dumbledore strode in with rage, ready to fight, ready to save the day.

Dumbledore stopped abruptly, looking dubiously at the sight before him. Unexpectedly, there were no Death Eaters. Not a single one of them. He was surprised to see Remus, Sirius, Nymphadora, Moody, Shacklebolt, Harry and Neville staring at a young boy in apparent shock.

"What happened here?" Dumbledore asked as he climbed down the stairs, approaching the group, his wand still in his hand.

"This boy killed them all and then somehow made their bodies disappear." Remus was the first one to come out of his stupor. Dumbledore paled rapidly and stopped before the carefree looking boy.

"Who are you, my boy? How did you come to this room?" Dumbledore asked in his kind grandfatherly voice. He looked at the child's eyes and saw so much self-hatred and rage. Those emerald eyes were filled with so much pain that it made the old headmaster instantly sympathetic to the boy.

"I am Harry Potter. I came through that veil." Harry answered blandly, pointing to the veil of death.

"No, you are not! I am Harry Potter." Said a black-haired green-eyed teenager, looking incredulously at the pre-teen.

Harry stared at him for a few seconds before sighing.

"You are. But I am too. This is going to be complicated and strange. Be open-minded. Now, listen carefully." Harry began and told them about the multiverse briefly. He didn't reveal much and lied a few times to keep his history a secret.

"Okay, that's ridiculous. You are saying that there are infinite worlds with infinite Harry Potters and you are a Harry Potter of your own world." Harry Potter of this world said in clear disbelief.

"You fell into the Mirror of Erised while fighting Voldemort." Dumbledore repeated in a soft voice, ignoring the teenager's righteous outburst.

"Yes. Call me Henry from now on to avoid any further confusion. This will get annoyingly confusing otherwise." Henry replied without much emotion.

"And how did you kill the Death Eaters? I haven't seen that type of arrows or the spell? And you did it wandlessly too." Moody grunted, still clutching his wand, wary of the boy.

"Yes. I am powerful. Very powerful. Enough of all these questions. Now I need to go." Henry shrugged and started climbing up the steps immediately, not giving them a second glance.

"Stop! Come with us. We will take care of you. I will try to find a way to send you back to your home." Dumbledore offered, not wanting to leave such a young child all alone in this new world. Henry simply stared at the headmaster.

"Fine. Lead the way." Henry agreed reluctantly. Dumbledore smiled and led them out of the death chamber.

All of them were silent, thinking about the new boy in their group.

Along the way, Dumbledore helped as best he could to the injured students they found moaning on the floor. He healed as much as he could and asked them to follow him.

Henry recognised a few of them.

Though he didn't know who the blonde-haired and red-haired girls were. The now rejoined teenagers gave him confused looks, but remained silent at behest of Dumbledore.

"Let's get safely home first." Dumbledore had advised when Hermione asked him about the young boy.

Though their silence turned into dread when they walked into the Ministry atrium. Waiting for them at the far end was Voldemort himself. Henry reigned in his rage and used [Observe] on him. He wasn't ever going to charge in blindly. He had done that before and had lost everything. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice.

[Name: Voldemort

Race: Human

Class: Mage

Lvl: 300(max)

HP: 15,000

MP: 30,000

Affection: 0

Obedience: 0

Thoughts about you: Nothing ]

Henry stiffened in fear. This was not good. He didn't think that Voldemort would be this powerful.

They all were in immense danger. He glanced at the group and saw that he wasn't the only one terrified among them. Except Dumbledore, all of them were scared of coming face to face with the strongest dark wizard of their time. Voldemort prowled forward with a wand in his hand.