The Cellar's Favorite Pet

After losing the man he loved most in the war, the great Chosen One, the boy who defeated He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named four times and killed him twice, begged GM Merlin for a chance to reset the game. From there, the story spiraled wildly out of control: Quirrell was a handsome Arab man radiating confidence from head to toe; the humble and courteous Lockhart almost beat the Potions professor in the dueling arena; the melancholy Crown Prince revealed that the diary actually held the snarky soul of Voldemort at sixteen and younger; a Dementor fell in love with Peeves, and the two gazed at the stars together, talking about everything from poetry to the meaning of life; Sirius Black was a scheming wolf, while the werewolf was the real hot-blooded youth... Harry: "Merlin..." Merlin: "How does being reborn feel?" Harry: "Thank goodness... At least Professor Snape is still the same as before!" As for the Chosen One himself? Oh, with the help of Headmaster Dumbledore, who won Witch Weekly's Best Matchmaker award five years in a row, he finally became Hogwarts' dungeons house's top pet and was successfully pounced on by the Head of House. Congratulations all around. CPs: SSHP, SBRL, LVLM. Readers, please mind the tags and avoid anything you don't like. ※ The whole story is OOC. ※ I'm just here to mess around. ※ There are plenty of cliches and melodramatic twists, so beware. ※ It will definitely be completed, but updates are not guaranteed. Read at your own risk. ※ Most importantly, no face-slapping! [Runs away with a pot lid over my head] Thanks to Su Qing for the lovely cover! I picked a dark green one~~ [Whispering: The author is actually a good-for-nothing at Photoshop. The best I can do for a cover is slap some text onto an image with Meitu Xiuxiu... OTZ