Harry Potter Down Under

The Dork Lord's Comeback (16)

Call me that again and you find yourself in a pit of lava.

~Lava? What lava?~
You'll see!

~Whatever you say...Dork Lord.~

Harry bust out laughing as the Dork Lord began cursing within his mind. Jesh, haven't heard anyone curse like that since that sailor dropped a crate on his foot. He even said some actual curses, though Harry didn't know at the time.

Harry was still laughing as the air began to gradually become drier and warmer. The boy even had to take his sweater off and tie it around his waist as he walked. Soon he not only knew what the Dork Lord had been talking about, but he was also wondering how many times he'd died for the voice to know what was coming.

Hahaha! Are you afraid? Are you worried yet? How many times have you died?

*None.*

Lily's voice seemed tired. She sounded sick. Harry was not afraid of how many times he'd died, or even whether he dies again. It's not like he'd remember it. Plus, Lily wouldn't lie to him, he knew that for sure. It was the only thing he'd ever been sure about in his entire life. No hesitation, no testing her love.

The path was lit by lava far below. He passed another sentry post, possibly Sans' since the same condiments were behind it. He continued on, passing a water machine, two sentries, and finally coming to a giant building with LAB written on it. For some reason, on the screen of a huge computer, Frisk was seem with some fish lady. They were standing...

"Harry, what were you thinking!" Frisk grabbed the boy's shoulder and turned him to face them. Harry let out an involuntary whimper. They didn't release him, though, they didn't even loosen the grip. They stood there, furious. They were so angry, Harry could've sworn he saw their eyes flash red for a moment. Sans and Papyrus were behind Frisk now, too. Papyrus looked sad, and Sans' eyes were blinked out to black.

I know I shouldn't say this to a child, but...told you so!
~I don't understand, they shouldn't be this angry at me!~

Look down.

Harry did so, staring at his hands. "What happened?"

"You don't...remember?" Frisk's voice was could barely be heard over the sound of the Dark Lord's hissing laughter.

"What happened?"

"You... killed two monsters when you entered Hotlands."

~Is this your doing? You killed two people because I made a mistake?~
They aren't people, but sure.

~You've ruined my life again! I just got a family, they loved me.~ Harry began sobbing into his dusty hands and stepped away from Frisk. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to happen. Forgive me, please. I didn't mean to!"

The laughter of the Dark Lord echoed in his mind.

"W-who did I hurt?"

"They attacked you first, and the meant to kill you, it isn't your fault." Frisk knew from the last times not to approach the boy when he was like this. Coming closer only scared him more. The skeletons followed the their example, but Sans' eyes didn't blink back. Harry couldn't tell if he was disappointed or angry.

Harry couldn't stand the sight.

"I'm sorry, I-I'm so sorry. Please." Harry sank to his knees. Frisk couldn't stand it anymore and ran to his side. He didn't flinch, surprisingly, but he does lean away from them. "Don't hurt me..."

"Harry, it's not your fault. Harry, stop, it's not your fault. It's that soul shard, it must've took control of you or something."

F***.

The Dark Lord let out a long string curses. For some reason, he seemed afraid of the kid and Sans knowing about him. Harry felt a glimmer of hope, but then the Dark Lord began laughing and didn't stop.

Just kidding! I don't fear them, they can't hurt me! The only way to destroy me is to kill you, and, if you're right about them, then they won't let that happen! But I've got a gift for you!

Suddenly a memory hit him. A short memory, but a painful one. It was the two sentries that he'd seen in hotlands, the ones near this lab. They hadn't attacked. Harry picked up a rock from the ground and attacked one, pouncing on him and hitting him over the head with the rock over and over as the monster stumbled around, trying to pull the kid off his face.

Harry sobbed again and leaned into Frisk's arms as the memory continued coming. Harry- no, the Dark Lord jumped off the monster just as it came close to the edge, then pushed him far below. The other one began crying, but the human just laughed a hissing laugh and attacked him too. The rock bent the monster's helmet out of shape, but that was the least of their worries. The human jumped off the monster's back and grabbed their comrades old weapon.

"Well, they won't be needing this, not will they!" And he plunged the spear deep into the monster's chest. The Dark Lord laughed as the dust formed a small hill and covered his hands.

Sorry, this chapter was kinda mean, but I'd been writing mostly horror stuff when I made this chapter. Hey, if ya'll want, I'd love to see any art you have! If anybody draws a really cool cover for this story, i'd totally put it up.