Harry Potter Down Under

IRanOutOfChap.IdeasAgain (27)

hope you all don't mind, but I can't help but give Draco a dirty mouth. He's gonna be cusing a lot, and possibly another that Rowling was going to make cuss often.

PS, If I use " then the Dork Lord is speaking through Harry. If I use "and this text then chara is speaking in his head, but  "" and then text is when the ghost is speaking through him. If I use "~(text)~" then Harry is screaming at them in and out of his mind. When both Chara and DL speak in his mind it will be the font with a " at the end of it.

If there are any more questions don't hesitate to ask.

"The fuck is wrong with you?!" The boy with white hair yelled at the Harry as he held his lip. The woman who was sizing him stepped away, looking back and forth between the kids.

"You've insulted not only me but my family."
Harry stuffed his hands in his pocket as the boy looked back up at him. Despite have a bloody lip and his face was already starting to bruise, the boy grinned.

"My name's Draco. Draco Malfoy, and you've just messed with the wrong person."

Go back, boy. I do not feel like dealing with the drama of the Malfoy family for the rest of your life.

"He's right, you need to go back."

~Fine, but I don't like it.~
It's kind of funny, actually. Sans thought Frisk still had the power to restart, and they thought the same. Harry hadn't told them yet (and I doubt he ever will), but still went back a little every once in awhile for something important. Harry sometimes went back a little just to see how Sans or Frisk responded to the sense of Deja 'vu.

The world seemed to spin for a moment before it stopped and Harry was once again listening to Draco rant.

"You boy!"

"I don't want to talk about the monsters."

"Well I personally can't stand the fact that those two humans that freed them are going to be allowed into Hogwarts."

"Keep cool, Harry. Just ignore it."

But the boy's hands were itching to beat him.

Why not? Go ahead, punch him and kick him, then go back.

"Don't. You don't want to alarm Sans or Frisk. You've already used the power once for this, don't do it again."

"Well?" Harry's head snapped up to the stuck up boy when he spoke.

"I think that I'd like to stay out of it."

"Whatever."

Draco's father walked in then, along with the boy's mother. It didn't take long for everything to be ready for the monsters and the two kids to head home.

The day seemed darker after that. Frisk was twiddling her thumbs and Sans wouldn't speak. Not even when Harry tried to tell them jokes did they crack a real smile. Harry began to regret abusing the power he had gained years ago. He seemed to sense the disappointment from Chara every time he used the power for unimportant things.

A couple days later as they ate dinner, Sans spoke up suddenly.

"I'd like to invite the kids over for a sleepover tomorrow night."

Toriel agreed immediately. She cared for Sans deeply, and knew well that young Harry and Frisk loved him too. He was the crazy, joke-telling uncle they never had. Harry put on a smile, fearing that Sans and Frisk had figured it out. The next day when Harry went over, Frisk and Sans were waiting for him on the skelebro's couch.

"Harry, we wanted to talk to you about something." Frisk grabbed his hand gently and pulled the boy in between them. As he sat, he stared at the floor. "I wanted to ask you about the-"

"Yeah, I know. And I'm sorry. It's my fault. You can blame me, I knew it was wrong every time I did it."

"What are you talking about?"

Harry looked up at Sans, who looked between alarmed and confused.

"Obviously not the same thing you were thinking of."

"Um...we were talking about all the dead snakes in the park whenever you leave...What were you talking about?" Something in Sans' eyes tell me he knew exactly what Harry was saying. Instead of answering, Harry stood and walked towards the kitchen.

"Haha! He was talking about the power Chara gave him!" The two people who were following him caught their breath and stepped away.

"You don't need to worry, he can't hurt you."

"Yeah, because that fucking ghost won't let me out!"

""Fuck you.""

"Avada..."

"?" Harry could sense her confusion, just like his.

"Kedavra."

""I don't get it.""

"You don't need to, you're already dead."

"~Would both of you shut up! You're using my body to argue again and you're freaking them out!~"

He was completely right, both Frisk and Sans were trying to figure out not only what was wrong but also how they could fix it. Harry just groaned as the bickering of the two demons continued and walked into the kitchen.

"Chocolate!"

...I want some chocolate.

~Only if you stop bickering.~

Deal"

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Sorry this may have been a little confusing. Just know that most of the time Chara and the Dork Lord were arguing with each other through Harry's body.