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Journey onwards

He was a walking, talking skeleton.

Hands made of bones shoved pushed more snow off ice in hope of seeing more of his reflection.

"How am I talking, or have glowing lights in my sockets?" harry asked himself, he had no tongue and for eyes he had glowing green eye lights the same shade of his old eyes.

He rubbed his face in frustration, amazed how normal it felt without it being fleshy anymore.

The ring was dull on his finger, it felt dead to his magic. The wand was missing and he couldn't seem to recall it and his invisibility cloak seemed to be missing.

What if someone corrupt or innocent found them, they were powerful magic and dangerous. Unless they depowered like the ring, sighing he pulled of the ring. Or rather tried to pull off the ring, while lacking power it seemed stuck on his finer,

"You were not even on my finger when I was sick!" Harry hissed at the magical artifact "Fine stay there"

The ring didn't react, it was a ring magical artifact or no magical artifact.

Sighing he dug around the tree that had apparently been his grave, he didn't feel dead and he didn't seem to be a lich as he was all bone.

"Good, was worried you got stolen," Harry hummed as he found his moleskin bag, digging through it he managed to find clothes that were sturdy and would fit in even in more olden times.

"Wait...."

How were the clothes not loose not how body, he was a lot skinnier then before.

He'd just label this as magical bullshit.

He pulled on the final piece, a leather cloak and hood to hid his features.

"Lets get this show on the road..." he said walking forward, he was stuck here now... so he had no idea what the future held.

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Miles away...

"Pull back pull back!"

King Asgore swore, the invading humans had finally sent out mages onto the battlefield.