Harry Potter Down Under

Frisk and Flowey (2)

Harry didn't know how to respond to the brown eyes staring down at him. His first instinct was to scream, and so he did.

"Wh-who are you? Don't touch me!" Harry slapped the hand away from his shoulder. They backed away, pondering. Wondering what to do, how they could help. Dozens of times they had laid on that bed of flowers. Dozens of times they had left this room, leaving behind the sunlight, but this was the first time there was another human who had fallen.

"My name is Frisk, and you are?"

Harry stared up at them for a moment, not knowing what to say or do. What should he say? Should he run, and if so, where would he go? The sun was so high, he could never climb out himself. He thought for a moment on his name.

"F-freak. Or s-sometimes Boy."

"What's your real name?" Frisk began to worry, feeling a familiar stirring of the air. This time the awakening was different, it was agitated, furious.

"Harry. Harry P-Potter," he whispered, as if the name was cursed.

"Well, Harry, come on, I have something I want to show you." Frisk felt bad for a moment about lying, but let's face it, it's not the worse thing the ten year old has done. She offered her hand to Harry, noticing how he flinched at the sight of it. She helped him up carefully, not wanting to alarm him.

"I-if you show me t-the way back up I'll b-be out of your way." The boy quietly wiped a tear away as he looked at the other kid. He wouldn't meet her eyes, he merely stared at their feet.

"Come with me, we'll head out together." Frisk put their arm over Harry's shoulder, panicking for a moment when Harry froze, refusing to move.

"S-sorry. Do you...know the way out?"

"Yeah, follow me." Frisk lowered their arm, but held out a hand for Harry to hold.

Harry followed Frisk closely, holding their hand tightly. Through an impressive arch, Harry marveled at the strange purple bricks. Questions raced through his mind, trying desperately to distract him from all that had happened to him recently. What are the bricks made of? Why was this impressive structure built? What kind of flowers were those? Why did they abandon him?

Why was Frisk being so nice to him?

Barely any time passed before they came near a flower patch. A flower that stood out from the others due to its height suddenly turned and smiled at them.

"Howdy, I'm Flowey. Flowey the flower!" Its voice was raspy and Harry couldn't help but scream in surprise. "Now now, don't do that! You might attract unwanted attention! Well well, you two must be new to the Underground! I guess little 'ol me will have to show you how things work, huh?"

The world went black and white, scaring poor little Harry even more. He shrieked and ripped his hand away from Frisk, trying to run away from the battle. He couldn't though. A green thing hovered near his chest, refusing to leave the battle.

"That's your...soul? But, it's so...broken." Frisk and Flowey stared at the green soul. Harry stared as well now, giving up with his attempt to flee. Three long cracks worked their way through the entire soul, branching off in many places. A large chunk of the soul was missing, replaced back a black...thing stuck where the hole was. A soul shard filled with hatred and anger. A thin strip of blue hovered around the soul shard, seemingly protecting Harry's soul from the evil thing that clung to him.

"What's that?" Harry asked the other kid as he pointed to the black shard. He'd noticed Frisk's red soul, which was had no imperfections like his.

"I don't know, but we will find out."

"Anyways, those are your souls, the very culmination of your being! Your soul can get stronger as you earn LV. What is LV? Why LOVE of course! Down here, LOVE is shared through... little white Friendliness pellets! You want some LOVE, don't you? Don't worry, I'll share some with you. Move around, get as many as you can!"

Love, the one thing a child like Harry could never have enough of. Harry made a move towards the pellets, flinching when Frisk grabbed him.

"Don't touch them."

Frisk grabbed his arm, pulling him this way and that, dodging the pellets. But they were a bit slow and one hit Harry's arm, cutting deep into the flesh. Harry cried out in pain, but the pellets didn't stop. Bullet after bullet, Flowey threw them at the kids. Eventually, Frisk was hit too while trying to protect Harry.

"Go away, leave us alone!" Harry screamed at the flower as he encircled them with pellets. A wide, evil smile was spread wide across his face.

"Don't you know? It's a kill or BE kil- What the heck!"

Dozens of stones and flowers began lifting off the ground as Harry huddled against Frisk's chest. With a yell from the young child and a flash or sky blue light, everything in the room began to hover. And, right before the boy passed out from exhaustion, every item floating in the air came down right where Flowey was looking up in pure terror.