Harry Potter Down Under

He's Not Dead (20)

By the way, I'm giving Alphys a kitchen. Don't judge me.

Harry looked around the "kitchen" for a little. The fridge was filled with instant noodles. Noodles? In the fridge? Harry dismissed the rhetorical question and began searching in the cupboards. He found nothing of use until he opened a cupboard under the sink.

"Drink it." Said the voice as the child grabbed a bottle of cleaning supplies. The label was ripped off a long time ago, but Harry recognized the bottle. Bleach. One of the many things that he had to use to clean the house. He remembered one of his uncle's many threats including this chemical.

"What if I don't want to?"

"Why would you want to go on living in a world like this? Nobody likes you, everyone fears you. Why would you want to stay here?"

Harry began unscrewing the child-proof lid. With every twist, his smile widened. He wouldn't have to suffer. But, then again, would dying hurt? He hesitated, holding the bottle out in front of him.

"Why do you hold on so tight? Let go, Harry, and fly! Fly like an angel! Fly with your parents to heaven, there you will be happy and free from torment!"

Harry remembered something that happened long ago. Long before he met Frisk and Toriel. His uncle was yelling at him because he didn't clear the table quick enough. Harry, in a rage, had screamed back that he wasn't his dad, he couldn't make him do anything. The four year old Harry had begun to cry louder and then louder as his aunt slapped him for the first time.

"Your father was a drunk and a deadbeat, don't you ever compare my Vernon to that filth!" And Harry screamed at the top of his lungs, sending every item on the table crashing to the ground. The lights flickered, and the Dursleys hovered together. "Y-You're a monster!" His aunt had whispered to the child as he cried on the floor. "Creatures like you will burn in Hell!"

"I won't go to heaven." Said the boy as his hand began to shake, but the voice continued to urge him on.

"Death doesn't hurt, I promise. And you won't go to hell, believe me!"

The fatal flaw for a human with a soul of kindness is that they are to trusting, as we see in Harry. As he held the bottle to his lips, Sans walked into the child's bedroom.

"Harry, I-" He would've apologized. He would've told Harry a story about himself and his brother to make the child understand. He would've explained everything, but a certain voice had gotten what they wanted. With the bottle gone, the child collapsed on the floor, alerting a certain skeleton to where he was.

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.