Soulless No Longer

Prologue

Once, there were only two AUs in the Multiverse, the two Original Universes. Undertale, that told the story of the monsters being sealed Underground by mages that died out soon after, and Magictale, that told the story of mages that never had to seal monsters, as the monsters died many, many years ago. The mages in Magictale thrived, and soon could be found all over the world. They hid however, out of fear of the non-magicals, or muggles as they called them, finding them. In some places though, it wasn't fear, but rather disgust for muggles that made the mages hide. Wizarding Britain was one of these places, as many of the purebloods and even the halfbloods that lived there were disgusted by muggles and the muggleborn witches and wizards that joined their world. Naturally, this type of attitude resulted in war.

It was a bloody brutal war, not helped at all by the fact that the Leader of the Light, Albus Dumbledore, refused to fight with equal force against the enemy, the Death Eaters, who raped, tortured, and killed. He had his group, the Order of the Phoenix, use mere stunners against these people. But then, a miracle happened. The leader of the Death Eaters, Lord Voldemort, was vanquished when he attempted to kill little Harry Potter, who was only a year and some months old. His parents were dead, killed mere moments prior to his defeat of Voldemort, so Dumbledore took matters into his own hands, and left the young one with his mother's family, hoping he would grow up beaten and repressed, so he could be easily manipulated when he returned to the Wizarding World.

Growing up, Harry Potter discovered art, and discovered that he was good at it. He hid his sketches and paintings from his family, normally giving them to the school nurse and the art teacher, who had both attempted to have him removed from the Dursley's home. Upon receiving his Hogwarts letter at age 11, he learned all he could about this new world.

3 years passed this way, and now young Harry Potter is 13 years old. It was close to the end of the school year, and he had just learned that the man that everyone had thought betrayed his parents, Sirius Black was in fact innocent, and had been hunting down the true traitor, Peter Pettigrew, who had been hiding as his best friend Ron Weasley's pet rat.

He ran after his godfather, who was stumbling towards the Lake. Harry could feel the cold of the Dementor's, the guards of the Wizarding Prison Azkaban, seeping into him. He could see the Dementors circling his godfather eagerly, ready to perform the Dementor's Kiss, an act that would leave his godfather soulless. He got the creatures attention, trying to lure them away from his godfather, but this worked a little too well.

The Dementors swarmed upon Harry Potter, feeding off of his emotions. Then... one got close enough to perform the Kiss. The last thing Harry Potter saw was a glowing white heart, that had many colors swirling around and through it, being sucked into the creatures mouth, before the darkness claimed him.

Where Harry Potter fell, Ink stood up. He was the Creator and Protector of the Multiverse, but had no Soul to feel with, so he made special paint vials that helped him feel emotions, if only for a little while. He never heard Fate whispering to him, as without his Soul, he didn't have the means to hear her. But instead of trying again, Fate formed Error to destroy excess AUs. Error assumed that Ink knew of the Balance and was merely being careless. But Ink did not know, and would not know for a long time.