Harry Potter Down Under

about three years later (25)

I hope you like this, I wrote it while listening to Rockabye by Clean Bandit or loop.

BTW, whatcha think of my time skip chapter title? GoOd? BaD? SoMeWhErE iN bEtWeEn?

The boy sitting on the swings in the new park isn't very recognizable. His raven hair is always messy and his glasses rest on the bridge of his nose as he stares at the ground with his emerald eyes. His clothes fit him almost perfectly and his shoes looked new. He always wore gloves and long sleeves to hide scars from pain long ago. You wouldn't recognize this eleven year old to be that sniveling little Harry you began reading about only a few months ago. He's changed, for better and for worst. He missed his sibling so much when she went off to school every year for the past couple of years, but he was used to her/him/them being gone now. He was often off doing stuff on his own, like an emo kid. He usually hung out around the park that was built with the help of some friendly wizards sending stuff through the portal a few years ago.

Harry likes the park, and is usually the only one there. He's changed from a shy kid to a mostly confident one. He's kind as he will always be, but his soul is different now. He hadn't told anyone. His soul has been off for a long time. It was different from other humans, though he never told anyone besides Frisk.

Frisk.

He tapped on his chest, his multicolored soul popping out of his chest. It wasn't a solid green anymore. It was like green and red watercolors had been poured into the same mold. They swirled and seemed to fight each other, but they never harmed the boy. This is what Chara had been talking about, the changing in his soul.

The soul shard was still there, though. Sans and Alphys had attempted to remove it many times, but the soul shard had seemed to lodge itself deeper before the tests. They had decided to leave it be when the soul shard had wedged itself into the center of the soul.

"Harry!" Harry's head darted up and he replaced the soul as he ran to the house. His mother was waiting at the front door for him so they could leave. Leave for Diagon Alley.

He smiled at his sibling as they raced to the short cut. They heard Toriel laugh and Sans chuckle as they laughed. Frisk, though fifteen now, was the same as when they were younger. The child had grown close to their little brother, and had kept her promise to protect him from harm. They were both excited about today for many reasons. Frisk was happy because they loved to see Harry's seldom-seen smile. Harry was excited because he would finally get to the castle-school Frisk would leave to every year. Dumbledore had told them that Harry had a vast fortune left to him by his parents, so to Gringotts they go!

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Sorry it's short, but I hope you like it anyways.  Oi, btw, I'd love to meet the people who read my stories. if you give me a name, description, and some kinda catch phrase I'll put you or an oc in the story if you want.