The Legend of Deltarune

Chapter 2: Another World

Harry did not ask for this. He did not ask to fall seemingly into the floor of a dark closet in the middle of a school day. He knew Hogwarts's architecture was crazy, but this was just insane.

The fall wasn't soft. As he sat up and opened his eyes, he grabbed onto his head to calm his newfound headache. His glasses had fallen off, and after the third pat on the ground, he slowly put them on and tried his best to get up on his feet. As he stood up, he noticed that the ground was wobbling.

His eyes immediately widened when he realized he was on a floating platform maybe hundreds of meters above the ground. Or was it floating over a bottomless pit? He couldn't see any pillar that held up the platform, much less see the ground. He quickly grabbed onto the railing, now very scared of falling.

He wondered if he should try walking, but suddenly the platform started falling at an incredible speed. Thank Merlin he was already holding onto the railing, or he would've flown off. He screamed as he slowly saw the ground approaching, fumbling for his wand to see if he could soften the blow somehow.

However, before he knew it, the platform came to a complete halt and he crashed back onto it. This time, it seemed to develop a pillowy texture, making this fall much more pleasant than the first. Still, his face smacked right up against it, giving his cheek a slight bruise. He slowly lifted his head and saw that the platform was barely a meter above the ground now. He quickly stepped off, in fear that it would swiftly float upwards again. He noticed the pillowy texture melt back into the metal.

When Harry finally got a look around the area, he noticed many similar-looking floating platforms around him — there must've been two dozen. Suddenly, one came crashing down next to him. On top was a bunch of trash like candy wrappers, torn parchment, and a single worn-out book. However, there were loads of flowers in the area and they seemed to be flying. Not only that, but the colours around him were vibrant. It almost seemed like they were oversaturated. Harry warily raised an eyebrow. This did not seem like the magic world he was used to.

There were heaps and heaps of colourful rubbish. The entire area around him looked like a neon garbage dump. The area was so large that he  couldn't even see how big the place was. Where in the world was he? He couldn't possibly still be at Hogwarts.

Harry noticed a path and decided to follow it. Maybe he had apparated accidentally? Only that seemed impossible, he hadn't even gotten his license, and he would have no idea where to start. He walked and walked in hopes of seeing a person, a living creature, anybody.

However, he heard rustling behind a trash heap and realized that meeting someone could also be dangerous. He quickly drew his wand and put all his attention to the noise. He could vaguely see the shadow of someone on the ground. His heart rate picked up — he had never battled someone before.

Harry slowly took a step closer, breathing heavily.

However, the figure jumped out of the bush, hands covering his eyes and blindly waving his wand around, "Stay back! Stay back or I'll—"

Harry let out a scream, which also resulted in another familiar-sounding scream. When Harry got a closer look, all his fear instantly disappeared.

"Oh my god, it's you," he groaned.

"Potter?" Draco spat, uncovering his eyes, "Where are we? What have you done?!"

"Me? You think I've done this?" Harry pointed at the floating plants and violently purple residue on the ground.

"You made a Portkey just to mess with me. Now tell me where we are!"

"I didn't—!" Harry interrupted himself to calm down. "I don't know where we are, Malfoy. All I know is that we went into the supply closet, and then we fell. And obviously, now we have to get out of here."