Harry Potter Down Under

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Grillby's was a bar, not a resturant. The married couple were there, sitting at a table. There was somebody playing poker against himself and losing. The dog that can't see unmoving objects was there, too, seemingly staring at the wall. A drunk duck. A man ranting about how city folk coming to Snowdin. It was strange to little Harry, all the music in the building, even though the jukebox was broken there wasn't enough people to be loud, and yet it was. Commotion among the people there, mostly dog.

Harry loved it.

But Grillby didn't have anything for them. Frisk grabbed his arm and started tugging him towards the door, but he had to ask his question.

"Sir, may I ask you a question? I hope it isn't rude."

The fiery entity just stared at the boy for a moment before nodding quiety.

"Isn't alcohol flammable? And, if so, how is it that you haven't burned this building down?" Grillby thought for a moment before shrugging.

"...I don't know."

"Oh, okay. See you later? It was nice to meet you."

Once outside, the two kids talked for a moment. What should they do next? Should they continue on, or go to the inn? Harry wanted to look in the library, but he didn't say so.

Wimp, why don't you just say what you want to? Weak, just like-

The voice broke off with a hiss. Harry ignored it and continued on with his sibling. Soon they came to a building with two mailboxes and colorful lights decorating it.

"Is this Sans and Papyrus's house?" Harry asked after reading the name on one of the mailboxes.

"Yeah."

"Can we say hello to them?"

"I don't think they're h-"

"SANS, LOOK! THE HUMANS HAVE COME TO VISIT!" Papyrus was standing at the front door, gloved hands on his hips as he watched the kids.

What a freak. You don't actually like this guy, do you?

"Papyrus!" Harry grinned and ran to the skeleton, leaping in his arms.

Why'd you do that?

*He was getting back at you*

"NYEH HEH HEH!" Papyrus hugged the boy close, not noticing as he stiffened. Harry wasn't used to hugs.

"Oh, hey kids." Sans appeared behind his brother. "Why are you all standing outside? Come on inside."

Papyrus carried Harry into the house as Frisk followed close behind. Harry had fun that night, helping Papy with spaghetti by adding a few ingredients when he wasn't looking. Frisk wouldn't have eaten dinner that night if they hadn't seen Harry enjoying the warm meal. He smiled up at Papy, who grinned back. No, not a forced grin, Papy was genuinely happy, as was Harry.

The two kids stayed that night. Frisk was talking with Papy while Harry sat on the couch next to Sans. Puns, they're even cuter when a child says them.

What do you call an idiot?

*Rude*

Harry Potter.

"Shut up." Harry growled to the voices. Sans froze mid-joke, looking at a loss for words. Harry pouted at him, then pounced at him for a hug. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I-I wasn't talking to you. I like your puns!"

"Then who were you talking to?"

"I-I...it was nothing. I must be tired. May I...sleep on the couch tonight? You said Frisk could share a room with Papy, and he told me I could sleep out here."

"Nah, I think you and Papy would like sharing a room a lot more. Plus, me and Frisk should plan your trip tonight."

Haha, fool! He can't stand the thought of being in the same room as you alone, freak.

*Shut up, you snake! Leave my boy alone!*

The voices went silent as Harry walked up the stairs slowly. A tear slipped, only to be wiped away as Harry reached the door. He gave a shaky smile to Frisk, who had been about to open the door when he did.

"Hey Harry, Papy and I found some clothing that should fit you for the night, if you want."

"Thank you."

Harry entered the room, Papy and Frisk leaving to go downstairs. The voices came back suddenly, nearly causing Harry to cry out in alarm.

You freak, don't you see? None of them can stand you! They refuse to even share a room with you!

"That's not true, they were just giving me privacy while I changed." Harry slipped the sweatshirt off, then the thin tank top underneath it.

Why would I lie to you?

*Why wouldn't you lie to him?*

Haha! You two idiots are going to die down here!

"Hey, kid I was wondering what w-" Sans stopped mid-sentence as he stared at the boy. His eyes blinked out as Harry jumped and turned around. The front of the boy's body was almost as scarred as his back. Sans closed the door as the child quickly put on the nightshirt. "How did that happen?"

You really messed up this time, didn't you. He saw the scars, he's gonna know they were punishment. You deserve th-

"Sans, I'm sorry. They were my punishments. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should've showed you sooner, but I thought..." Harry's voice broke as the tears formed again. His lip began to tremble as Sans continued watching him for a moment. His eyes didn't blink out, but he stepped towards the boy.

"It's not your fault, kid. Really, it isn't." But no matter what the skeleton said, the boy inched away. Sans eventually gave up when Harry had backed into the corner and curled up in a ball. The skeleton returned with his taller brother, who didn't realize at first what was going on. It was only he, the Great Papyrus, that could calm the human down enough to get him tucked into the racecar bed. Sans red the boys a bedtime story until they had fallen asleep.

It was the best, and only, bedtime story Harry had ever known.

Congratulations to anybody who's already guessed who the voices are!