Harry Potter Down Under

Voices (14)

The small town was noticeably darker. The lights were all out, and the only guidance Harry got within his travels was from the voices.

*Careful Harry...you need to be careful.*

The woman's voice seemed exhausted. Even with her only dwelling in his mind, Harry could feel how tired she was. The child could almost hear her panting, as if she'd run miles while being chased by wolves.

Careful for what? Listen, Harry, remember what Toriel said? Some monsters may not be kind to you, they may try to hurt you. Even worse, kill you. If it should come to that, you must fight back.

"I don't want to..." Harry whispered to them as he wrapped his arms around himself tighter. It was blizzarding now, and he could barely see a foot in front of him.

You know what, I'm going to help you for once. I'm going to tell you something very helpful.

The voice went on to explain to Harry how the boy could open his thoughts to speak with it directly. No need for speaking aloud anymore. No reason to yell at it to shut up.

Now, are you ready to listen to me, boy?

~I told you once and I'll say it again. I will not harm any monsters.~

Don't you remember how they killed you?

Harry froze. For once, he wasn't angry at the voice. He didn't feel distraught or ashamed because of what the voice said. He felt relief. He'd been worried for so long, unsure of what had happened. But he knew now.

~I understand now. Thank you, sir. I understand what was happening, and of what Frisk was doing to help me.~

I don't understand.

Confusion filled the voice's...voice.

~That was their secret. Every time I would die, Frisk would bring me back. It just proves you were wrong about them, they do love me.~

Huh, so you are smarter than you look. Ha. Haha. Hahahaha! You will never be aloud to die! Every time you do, they will bring you back! But, unless you do die, then Frisk will lose their soul!

Harry knew the voice was right, but he refused to ponder to long over it. He continued on, soon coming to the place called called Waterfall. Or, at least, that's what the voice told him it was called. The voice knew lots of thing, mostly information told to the boy who just forgot it afterwards. The voice didn't forget things.

A fish-like monster with orangish red skin stood beside the flower. Harry walked up to him.

"This is an echo flower, it repeats the last thing it heard, over and over." Harry walked over to the flower, laughing as it repeated the monster's sentence.

An empty sentry station sat beside the path. Harry looked behind the counter to see if there was anything worth taking. He didn't want to steal, so he was secretly glad that there wasn't anything there. He continued on, dodging falling rocks and tramping through grasses.

Why is this so boring? I thought it'd be more difficult to get around here...

But it wasn't. There was nothing but prophets written on the walls and puzzles of floating flowers. A few monsters attacked young Harry, but he just did as Frisk had. Harry flexed his muscles and Aaron and continued on. He solved the puzzles in many ways, failing because of the sign and finding a...pastry? under a bench. Harry sat for a little while on the bench and staring at the sparkling rocks on the ceiling.

Woshua, a germophobe, couldn't stand Harry touching it. Harry nodded understandingly.

The boy solved a telescope puzzle and began reading a wall full of writings about the war. Humans were unbelievably strong. Humans had no reason to fear. With each passing Harry became more fearful and saddened by the separation of the two races.

But humans have one weakness. Ironically, it is the strength of their soul. It's power allow it to persist outside the human body, even after death. The voice read it aloud to Harry. Or, as loud as a mental voice could get.

That's when Harry realized, you know? He may be young, but I'm sure all of you, dear readers, have probably guessed by now about the voices. Such as, why did the female voice always hate the male voice? Why had she called him a murderer? A snake? And he had called her a corpse. A killer and a dead woman who always argue?

~Who are you?~

After all these years, and you're only just now asking me?

~Yes.~

Haha! Like I would tell you!

~Tell me, or i'll jump in this lake.~

You would kill yourself for answers?

Harry took a step closer to the edge. Panic flickered through Harry's mind, but it wasn't his. The boy grinned at the water as he inched closer.

Stop!* Both voices screamed at Harry, but he inched closer nonetheless.

~Why should I?~

*My name is...is Lily. Now please, step away from the ledge!*

~No.~ Harry inched closer until the male voice yelled at him, calling him foolish and reckless. ~Tell me your name.~

It is none of your concern!

Harry hovered his foot over the side, leaning towards the water.

I am the Dark Lord, I will not beg you to live! I will not hold your hand and say everything will be alright because it won't be.

Harry stepped away from the edge, grinning as he continued on his journey. All the while, the Dark Lord was grumbling. But, deep in Harry's mind and soul, the boy sensed relief from both of them.

Hello, good to talk with you all. Hope you're liking the story so far.