Harry Potter Down Under

The Broken Walls (17)

Harry wouldn't calm down for almost half an hour. The entire time, Frisk sat beside him, hugging him and ensuring him everything would be fine. Sans and Papyrus didn't do anything, nor did they say anything. For most of that time, they just stood and stared at the kids. Eventually, they left, but neither kid noticed. Harry just leaned closer against Frisk, curling up. His crying slowly faded and disappeared altogether.

"Harry, why did you leave?" Frisk waited until the child had completely settled down. Harry flinched as she laid their hand on his shoulder.

"One more soul is needed to free the monsters. One of us needs to die for the other to live a good life, but I don't want you to leave me. I don't want to be alone again." No more tears could form in the boy's eyes, but he still felt like crying. He wasn't allowed to cry back in the surface world, Uncle Vernon always got annoyed with the sound, but Frisk didn't seem to mind.

"So you would sacrifice yours?"

Harry didn't answer, but it didn't really matter, both kids knew what Harry was going to do. He had to save his friends...his family. You can't say, readers, that you wouldn't do the same. The only people to show you kindness for as long as you remember. Would you not sacrifice your life to save your mother? Your brother or sister? Your goofy, joke-telling uncle? I know I would.

"Harry, I told you it would all work out, didn't I? Did you not trust me?" Harry finally looked up at his sibling, but his eyes were wide. He stared at them with disbelieve.

"Of course I do! It's just that...the voice made a good point. A human and monster soul is needed to pass through the barrier, or seven human souls are needed to destroy it. I want to free them all, and that's the only way to do so."

"No it isn't, Harry. Harry, I have something to tell you. Something I should have told you the moment we met, but I didn't. You've been having deja vu since we left the Ruins, haven't you? Well, it's because of-"

"You can go back in time? You went back, didn't you? You brought me back?" Harry looked towards the screen as he interrupted his sibling.

"How did you-"

"The voice told me. He's called the Dark Lord for some reason."

For a very particular reason, thank you very much.\

~What's the reason?~
*He's...a practitioner of dark magic.*

Lily sounded so tired. She sounded like she was barely even awake, and she mumbled as she spoke. Harry could barely hear the voice echoing from the back of his mind.

"He's a practitioner of dark magic.

*A...murderer.*

"A murderer."

*He killed your family...he killed me...and your father. He's the reason you were...raised by the Dursleys.*

Harry began crying again, but no tears came still. He hugged against Frisk, burying his face in his sibling's striped sweater.

"He killed my parents and Lily. He's the reason I was raised by the Dursleys. It's all his fault."

Harry heard a noise in the back of his head, like a gurgling sound. A furious hissing began echoing in the back of his head, followed closely by a small cry. Lily began whimpering as Harry screamed. He meant to do so only in his mind, but it echoed against the walls of the lab.

"Stop it! Don't hurt her, leave her alone!" Harry stumbled to his feet, looking around. He squeezed his eyes closed, trying to block out the cries from the voice. She began banging her hands against the walls enclosing them. Over and over, like a hammer to his brain. Soon, the boy's screams of pain and fear joined her's.

Her voice went silent, but the hammering didn't stop. A dark laugh was barely audible over the sound of banging and screams. Harry curled up on the floor, barely noticing the hands on his back and shoulder and arms. Harry refused to open his eyes.

"What are they gonna say, when you wake up with red eyes?" Harry whimpered as the wall broke. Memories and darkness flooded around everything he saw.

And so, the boy became trapped within his own mind. In the physical world, the body that was once Harry began laughing. It was a hissing laugh, full of evil and insanity. The body turned to the child that loved Harry, the only person who had never given up on him. Red eyes and a wide grin looked back at them. The child looked to something beside her, but the Red Eyed thing didn't see what it was.

"Wh-who are you?"

"Me?" He threw his head back and laughed. He suddenly snapped his neck forward and looked back at the startled child. He crouched, like a feral animal, and lunged at Frisk. He knock them to the ground and pinned them there. For someone so small, he had the strength of a man.

"I am the Dark Lord."