A/N: Lmao I'm so sorry, life has totally gotten in the way. It's the anniversary of this story when I'm finally getting to writing the second chapter, I hate myself too. Anyways, here's the second chapter!

XxXx PotterTale, Chapter Two xXxX

Harry stared uncertainly at the cartoonish yellow flower in front of him. Its animated face was something out of a very strange dream from his childhood he'd prefer not to be reminded of.

But when has the universe ever decided to listen to him?

The flower continued to talk.

"Hmmm… You're new to the underground, aren'tcha?"

Frisk nodded, and Harry was still in shock over the entire thing.

"Golly, you must be so confused. Someone ought to teach you how things work around here!"

The pool of dread grew in the wizard's stomach, and he put a protective hand on Frisk's shoulder, ready to push them behind him should the thing attack.

(How would a flower attack? Harry's not quite sure, see, but he wouldn't be surprised. Stranger things have happened, after all.)

"I guess little old me will have to do."

Harry wanted to scream no, pick up the child, and run far away from here, but they had already nodded.

He should teach them how to think before acting, but he should also practice what he preaches.

"Ready?"

Harry really wasn't ready, but Frisk was nodding.

"Here we go!"

Oh, no.

Both humans felt a strange sucking feeling, akin to what Harry associated with dementors, and suddenly, two hearts were floating in front of them. There was a happy red one, that exuded the exuberance and naivety of a child. Harry assumed that was Frisks… soul? The golden one in front of him, with a little black scar on it could only belong to the wizard himself.

"See that heart? That is your SOUL, the very culmination of your being!"

Harry was really starting to hate that stupid, bullshit flower.

"Your soul starts off weak, but can grow strong if you gain a lot of LV. What's LV stand for? Why, LOVE of course!"

That sounds super, duper fake.

"You want some LOVE, don't you?"

Harry really, really didn't want anything this flower was offering.

"Don't worry, I'll share some with you!"

Please keep all of your love to yourself. And don't wink, it's creepy.

"Down here, LOVE is shared through…. Little white… 'friendliness pellets'."

Harry didn't believe that, but Flowey wasn't giving him any room to talk.

"Are you ready?"

Was he ever, honestly?

"Move around! Get as many as you can!"

Harry was sure Frisk would dodge as well, but he was wrong. The child's soul was hit with each of the damned 'friendliness pellets', and seemed to suffer damage.

The flowers face morphed into an evil grin, and Harry really wanted to curse the stupid thing.

"You idiot."

Even the things voice had changed to be more demonic.

"In this world, its KILL or BE KILLED. Why would anybody pass up an opportunity like this, to get two human souls at once?"

Harry finally managed to get a word in edgewise.

"Maybe because they're not an enormous twat?"

"W-what?" The flower looked incredibly surprised, as though it had forgotten he was there.

"Harry," Frisk questioned, tilting their head to the side in confusion while they pulled on his jacket sleeve "What's a twat?"

Harry coughed awkwardly into his hand, averting his eyes in panic.

"Um, um, it's a bad word and don't use it until you're a teenager."

"Okay." The child nodded in acquiescence, turning to once again face their foe.

Just as Flowey was once again getting his bearings, magical fire knocked him away from the two humans.

"What a terrible creature, torturing such poor, innocent youths…"

What seemed to be a cross between a human and a goat had appeared, and while Harry had never taken drugs, he was certain that this had to be some sort of trip. While Harry was confused, their souls were once again put back into their bodies.

"Ah, do not be afraid, my children. I am Toriel, caretaker of the Ruins. I pass through this place every day to see if anyone has fallen down. You are the first humans to come here in a long time. Come! I will guide you two through the catacombs."

Once again, neither human was given a chance to talk.

"Come! This way." With that, Toriel turned around and started walking. Frisk followed, and in turn so did Harry out of concern for the kid. He desperately, desperately hoped that the kind-seeming woman-goat wasn't evil, too.

He felt eyes at his back, and he hurried to catch up.