Harry Potter Down Under

Black Chains (18)

Hey, this chapter is going to be pretty...dark (if you know what I mean, which you probably don't)

The Dark Lord raised his hand to punch Frisk, but was stopped mid-swing. He laughed, he spat, he cursed.

"Release me!"

But Sans just held him there, suspended in the air by his now-blue soul. Sans was now in control, but the Dark Lord just laughed. And laughed. Then he began speaking in a language none of the others recognized. A hissing that sent shivers up the spines of Sans and the human.

Deep in Harry's mind, he screamed upon finding a body within the darkness. A woman in a white nightgown. She was beautiful, but her emerald eyes were closed. Her soft red hair was matted with blood, and the red liquid formed a puddle around her. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with her, except for the blood dribbling from her mouth and soaking her gown.

"L-Lily?" Harry tried to shake her awake, his tears flowing as freely as the blood from this woman. She did not awaken, nor did she stop bleeding. She was as pale as paper, but she continued getting paler. Soon, she looked so drained, Harry was afraid she would turn to dust and leave with the non-existent wind.

In the physical world, the Dark Lord was still suspended in the air. His fury was growing, just as his power over the body was.

"Oh, what? You want the little brat to be here?"

"Why are you crying?" Sans' eyes were still blinked out, and one of his hands was in his jacket pocket. He looked both laid-back and scary at the same time. If it had been Harry in control, he would've never trusted Sans again.

"No, no. You misunderstand. It's Harry who's crying." The Dark Lord continued laughing as the tears filled his eyes and made their way down and off his chin. Red tears. Blinding tears.

"Who are you?" Sans asked quietly.

"I am the Dark Lord."

"Yeah, sure, and I'm the Lord of Light. Now, tell me who you are." Sans squeezed the soul slightly, just to show off his power.

"You wouldn't hurt me. You wouldn't hurt Harry! Ha!"

"If I had to choose, I would choose my family and friends over the kid any day."

While Frisk yelled at Sans, and the Dark Lord stared at him with curiosity, Harry was watching the world through his own eyes. He saw everything, he heard all of it.

The child held the Lily's head in his lap while he cried harder. The Dark Lord had been right, hadn't he? Harry couldn't trust these monsters, he never should have opened up his heart to them. Out of all his years, why hadn't he learned his lesson?

Nobody would ever love him.

And then he screamed. So long he'd kept in this pain. All the pain he'd felt throughout the years was released in a single outburst. It was so strong, it echoed in his mind and escaped out the Dark Lord's mouth and into the physical world.

He fell to the ground and lay limp at Sans' feet. The Dark Lord, it seemed, had been defeated. The red eyes faded to green as Harry laid there. But, as soon as Sans and Frisk came closer, he snapped.

"~Stay away!~"

They began to protest, but he wouldn't hear any of it. He wasn't afraid of them anymore. He didn't care if they hated them anymore. He was furious. He was appalled by the sight of them. Liars.

Cheats.

His hands balled into fists and a furious hiss echoed in the back of his head.

I wasn't done!

~What are you going to do to them?~

Well...I was just going to go to the barrier and leave, but I've got a better idea...

While the skeleton and Frisk stood and tried to talk to Harry, he cursed at them. With every word, every step they took, he became more agitated. Eventually, Frisk stood barely a foot from him, trying to talk him out of his anger, but he refused.

"~You both lied to me! Why would I ever listen to you again?~"

Let me out.

"Harry, please, you must understand. I do love you, you're the only family I have right now, but Sans barely knows you!"

...Do what you wish.

"~But, I thought we were friends. Why wouldn't he care?~"

"Harry, I've got my bro to look after already. I do care for you, but I wouldn't save you over everybody else." Sans didn't come any closer. Harry's anger began to rapidly decrease as sadness replaced it.

Do you know who Lily was?

~No.~

A hissing laugh filled his mind again. Let me out and I'll tell you.

~No.~

Haha! You foolish boy. I'll tell you anyways, how about that?

~I don't need to know.~

Well, I'm going to tell you anyways.

Harry choked and a tear ran down his cheek as the secret was out. "His mother!"

Frisk took a step back as the Dark Lord's voice slipped out over the boy's sobs. He looked up, smiling, but his tears continued flowing. His eyes, though, those were the problem right now. One was red...while the other was green. He was still there in his own little way.

What Sans didn't know when he lifted the laughing and crying...thing off the ground was that, deep in his mind, Harry was battling with his worst nightmare. Over and over, the voices from the child would switch. Sometimes, the voices would speak at the same time.

"~Get out!~"

"Like I want to be here! You brat do you think I'm here because I want to be?"

"~Why did you kill Lily!?~"

"Because I wanted to! Haha!"

Within the mind of young Harry, he was battling the man. At first, it was like batting a mirror of himself. Harry tackled the red eyed version of himself, punching him in the face as he was pinned against the black floor of the mind. The Dark Lord threw the boy off him.

As he stood, he changed. He was no longer looked like Harry, he was full grown with a black cloak on. A hood shadowed his face, but his red eyes glowed underneath it. A laugh echoed against the walls as the Dark Lord gained control again.

He laughed as he pinned the boy to the ground. The boy wouldn't win again, he would make sure of it. Deep in the mind, in a sea of darkness, Harry Potter became shackled to the walls by chains as dark and strong as his enemy.

Ask me any questions. if I haven't answered it before the end of part one i'll answer it right after chapter 23.