Harry Potter Down Under

Toriel's not Terrifying (3)

Young Harry was crying. It was dark, he couldn't see, but he felt a thick blanket over his shoulders. There are many things the young boy may have been crying about. Perhaps it's the nightmare that caused it. The nightmare about his family, scolding him because he broke the dishes. Or perhaps he thought the nice woman and the kind elder child had brought him here. Was it a trick? Were they waiting until he was his most vulnerable before leaving him too?

Frisk knew. Frisk saw what he'd done. And his soul...no normal person would have a soul like his. Broken. Only a freak would have a soul like that. Only bad boys would be like he is...right?

"Harry?"

The boy flinched when he heard Frisk speak softly to him. What now? What should he do? He wondered...he pondered...he thought of how these nice people weren't going to be so nice to him anymore.

Freak...

Worthless...

Waste of space...

"Harry, why are you crying? A-are you in pain?" Frisk began shaking Harry slightly as he cried and hid his face. He finally opened his emerald eyes, Frisk's worried eyes staring down at him. Everything was blurry for young Harry, his eyes were filled with tears and his glasses were nowhere in sight.

"I'm s-sorry. I-I-I didn't mean to. I'm fr-freak. I'm so s-sorry!" Harry began sobbing as he shrunk away from Frisk.

"What? But Harry, your weirdness saved our lives! And...are you...afraid of me?" Frisk stared at the boy curled up in the corner, sobbing. "Harry, I'm not-"

She reached toward him, only for her hand to be slapped away.

"Don't touch me!" Harry jumped out of the bed and ran passed Frisk. Out the door he went, ignoring the calling of his friend. But just as he was stepping out into the hall, a large goat-like monster appeared around the corner, a slice of pie in her hand. He stumbled to a stop, falling to his knees.

"What is it, my child? Why are you crying?" he recognized the voice, she was the one who carried him here. She reached down to him, but he was shaking. He was terrified of the woman. Surprising to both me and you, my dear readers, she knew how to handle the situation. She had seen the fear in only two other humans before, and both of them are dead now.

Toriel's eyes clouded over as she thought of one of those children. A look of pain flashed on her face as she thought of the boy that had died years ago, a lot like the one cowering from her at the moment.

"My child, please, I am not going to hurt you." Toriel slowly extended a hand to him, but he refused. He screamed at her and ran to the end of the hall. He ripped the bedroom door and slammed it shut. With a sigh, she left the pie at the door.

"Toriel, what should we do? We can't just leave him, he's terrified."

"There is nothing we can do, my child. There is only so much we can do for Harry."

"But!.."

"No butts about it. Please, I know what I'm doing. We must be patient with him, and let him know we are there when he needs us. Other than that, there is not much we can do for him. The scars humanity left, both physical and mentally, can heal over time, but they will never truly leave. Now come, my child, you must be starving."

Toriel turned to the door one last time as Frisk started towards the kitchen with their head down, moping.

"My dear Harry, I will not harm you, nor will Frisk. When you wish to talk, we are here. And if you get hungry, I have left some pie for you."

And with that, she left the young boy.

His shoulders shook as he sat with his back against the door. He stayed there, ignoring the pleas from somebody that wasn't there.

Go out there!

"No, why should I? They'll hurt me. I'm a freak, they know that. They'll hurt me, just like Uncle Vernon." The part of him that wanted the comfort, that wanted to believe Frisk would except him with open arms, continued to nag at him.

What if you're wrong? What if they do care about you?

"You're wrong. They don't care, they can't. Why would they? I'm just a freak, garbage that Frisk found in the flowers."

If you're garbage, then why did they bring you here? Why would they heal you?

"They must be waiting. There waiting until I'm the most vulnerable. If I except that they want to be kind, they will hurt me. It will be more painful when they betray me."

Damn it Harry, get out there! Toriel wants to help you. She called you her child, why would she do that. Harry please. Please, go out there. Go. Harry you must, please! She wants you, she ne-

"Fine!" Harry stood, yanking the door open and ran out. He stepped around the pie and down the hall. With tears in his eyes, he ran to Toriel, jumping into the woman's arms. She embraced him with open arms.

"I'm sorry. I'll be a good boy, promise. Just please, don't throw me out..." Harry buried his face into her soft white fur, hugging her tightly.

"It's alright, everything will be fine, my child. Are you hungry, Harry? The pie is still warm if you want some."

Harry sniffled as he stared deep into her eyes, grinning.

"Please?"

Let me know what you think, suggestions are welcome, and no Harry is not insane. Am I missing anything...? Oh yes, I have three months worth of science fair work to do by next week. Wish me luck.