Harry Potter Down Under

Dam Darkness (19)

Harry stood in the dark and watched through the eyes of the suspended body. The Dark Lord was once more in control, but Sans seemed to have control over him. The dark chains that held the young boy captive within his own mind were strong, but not strong enough. Harry cried out for help, he was answered with a soft "shhh" from behind him. He couldn't turn around, but he felt hands begin unlocking the chains.

He asked who they were, but got no response. Was it...no, it couldn't be. She was dead. Again. Her soul wisp was long gone, a mere memory to her young son.

The boy stood in the dark abyss that was his mind and began running nowhere in particular. He ran and ran, seeing only darkness and Sans out of the corner of his eye. He was crying now, trying desperately to find a way out. But he couldn't. He wouldn't.

Because I don't feel like being nice to him!

Young Harry suddenly froze in his tracks and fell on his face. I guess I shouldn't laugh, but I am. The boy quickly picks himself up off the ground, rubbing his eyes at the sudden bright light. Everything was white now and his hands had blood and dust on them.

"H-Harry?"

The boy looked up to see Frisk hiding behind Sans. "Y-yeah. I'm n-not going to hurt you."

But neither of his friends looked completely sure. They eyed him with complete distrust, causing the young boy's heart to ping with guilt. A tear slipped, but neither of them tried to comfort the young boy.

Haha! Such fun! In such a short day, I ruined your life, took Lily's, and ended two!

Harry tried to call out for the voice in his mind, but the Dark Lord just laughed his hissing laugh and faded into the blackness.

He was right, of course. Harry knew it and so do we. Frisk will never feel completely safe with him anymore, just as Sans will probably never leave Harry alone with Papyrus again. Even after a couple days of tests by the Sans and the Royal Scientist Alphys, they had no way to remove the soul shard without harming. I suppose, after a while of being alone with these two, Harry began to feel just as he had back with the Dursleys. He felt useless, even though both of them told him otherwise. Frisk had continued on with the journey that was supposed to be shared between Harry and Frisk.

Harry cried in his little spare room. He cried for Lily, his mother and best friend. He mourned for the lives that had been taken when he wasn't in control. He cried because he felt that, now that he'd been used to do such awful things, Toriel would never take him back. He was garbage...useless...a freak. His sibling had left him, Sans couldn't stand being alone with him, and Alphys always seemed so started around the child.

And, deep in the boy's mind, a voice was whispering to him. It wasn't Lily, or even the Dark Lord, it was a different voice. A young boy's voice, about Frisk's age. It was whispering to him...

"Why don't you just die? Wouldn't that make all the pain go away? Look, there are knives in the kitchen..."

Hi! Sorry it was so short. I was to busy to think of a good excuse, so i'll just say it's short because  I was impatient. 

Ask questions about anything you don't understand. If the question isn't answered before the end of part one then I will answer them right after chapter 23.