Harry's Judgment

when i became aware of the different timelines...

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it changed me...

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i became lazier and more unmotivated...

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it was a constant habit in all of the timelines i witnessed...

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it's not like i could change it..

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diary of (scratched out name) sans page 251

sans' one good eye shone with mirth as he watched his brother attempt to cook spaghetti in a pot over a small outdoor fire. His brother was still wearing his red scarf that was too long for him, though it was less so, and frilly pink oven mitts as he held the pot by its metal handle over the open flame. Papyrus had a wide smile as he the water bubbled from heat. He grabbed a handful of boxed noodles and threw them into the pot. A small strainer was suspended over a hole in the ground.

"BROTHER! WOULD YOU LIKE SOME SPAGHETTI?" Papyrus shouted in question at his smiling brother.

"sure paps, i'd love some." sans replied casually, placing his hands in his sweater pockets as he made his way over to his brother. "you should put some salt in it first, to give it some taste."

Papyrus frowned at his brothers words before perking up. "WE HAVE NO SALT, BUT CAN I USE THESE HERBS I COLLECTED EARLIER?"

"sure paps." sans shrugged, his eternal wide smile never faltering as he plopped himself by his brother with a grunt.

"YOU'RE GETTING LAZY SANS!" Papyrus scolded his brother while waving a wooden spatula at him.

"i just so happen to be bone-tired from setting our tents up bro." sans sighed into the front of his jacket. He closed his eyes and let out a small snore as he quickly dozed off.

"I NEVER WILL UNDERSTAND HOW HE SET THOSE TENTS UP SO FAST." Papyrus mumbled to himself as he crushed the herbs he gathered and stirred them into his spaghetti noodles. As the noodles grew softer, Papyrus rummaged around in the bag he had beside him that held all their cooking supplies and grabbed himself a pan. He poured the spaghetti sauce into the pan and switched out the pot for the pan. Papyrus poured the noodles into the strainer beside him and then dumped the noodles into the pan with the sauce. Once the sauce had started bubbling a little bit, Papyrus removed the pan and placed in onto a makeshift table that sans had somehow set up along with the tables.

"SANS REALLY NEEDS TO TEACH ME HOW TO DO THINGS SO QUICKLY! IMAGINE ALL THE COOKING I COULD DO!" Papyrus muttered not so quietly.

"SANS! GET UP! THE SPAGHETTI IS READY!" Papyrus nudged his brother from the table with a bone that grew out of the ground.

"five... more minutes..." sans shifted and fell onto his side in an attempt to gather more sleep. Papyrus sighed and stood up, went over to his brother and picked him up, plopped him onto a log for a chair and placed a paper plate full of spaghetti on it.

"NOW SANS, EATING FOOD GIVES YOU ENERGY. ESPECIALLY IF THAT FOOD IS SPAGHETTI! NYEH HEH HEH!" Papyrus laughed aloud as he handed his half-asleep brother a plastic fork.

"you're right paps. you always are." sans ate a mouthful of spaghetti and time seemed to freeze. Usually his brother didn't make the best spaghetti, but today was an exception. It seemed to somehow be worse than all of Papy's previous attempts. sans had a sneaking suspicion that it was because of those 'herbs' his brother had found earlier while they were looking for someplace to set camp. sans' tongue curled up in disgust as he forced the mouthful down his throat without barfing. He refused to upset his brother. He'd been through too much, even if he didn't remember it.

'damn you Gaster.'

sans' withdrew a bottle of ketchup from within his sweater and promptly chugged it. He sighed in satisfaction.

"IS IT GOOD SANS?" Papyrus wondered, hope alight in his eyes. While he thought it was delicious, he knew his brother wasn't particularly fond of spaghetti but he had tried his hardest into making his spaghetti into the tastiest thing sans would ever taste. Maybe that would get him to stop drinking ketchup, it really was unhealthy.

"it's amazing papy." sans said. He tried not to strain the grin he aimed at papy as he attacked the pasta with gusto and consumed as much as he could in the shortest amount of time.

Upon seeing his brother eat his spaghetti with such enthusiasm, Papyrus ate his with a similar amount of what he thought was joy. Sauce flew everywhere along with tiny bits of noodle and soon covered the two brothers and the table they were eating at.

This was the scene one Albus Wulfric Percival Brian Dumbledore stumbled upon.

One year earlier

In the northern reaches of Manitoba, Canada, laid a small abandoned laboratory. It had been untouched for two years. Two long years before a sharp crack disturbed the sounds made from animals that had just started to once again come near the laboratory. An unnatural silence permeated amongst the trees after the cracking sound. The sound of crunching snow broke the silence and a knocking sound soon followed.

Albus Dumbledore waited a solid minute after knocking on the lab's door. When no one or no thing had answered him, he had hurled a powerful blasting hex at the door with a wild wave of his wand.

The door blasted off it's hinges and slammed into the opposing wall which happened to be quite a distance.

The esteemed Headmaster swept through the small building with a pace that would make Minerva McGonagall jealous. He checked both upstairs and downstairs, behind every nook and cranny that he could find.

He was disappointed upon realizing that nobody had been in the place for years. So, to not make his visit a wasted visit, Albus began looking for clues as to where Harry had gone. He found many signs of abuse, as there was a cell that had two sets of pillows and blankets, a dissection table that had small splotches of blood on it, and a bin of unkempt clothes nearby the dissection table.

Upon further inspection of what Albus thought was the main lab, he had found a letter addressed to somebody by the name of 'Driscoll Aster'.

It read:

Dr. Driscoll Aster,

I am pleased to inform you that your 'core' has been inspected by our engineers and has been approved for the testing trials. Your place of trial will be the town of Little Whinging. We will send you another letter in two weeks with the address and time we expect you to be there.

I am pleased that you have decided to bring this 'core' to your home country, the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, instead of your current country of residence, Canada.

Signed,

Margaret Thatcher

Dumbledore's glare threatened to burn the letter currently in his hands into ashes. With a cry of "Fawkes!" and a flash of fire, Albus Dumbledore disappeared.

A month later, Albus had learned of this mysterious core and of the implosion said core underwent. The general populace had been unaware of the core, but once Albus had begun to use his legilimency on muggles he suspected to be in the government, had he learned of what happened to the core. The only issue the Headmaster had, was that no one had any idea of what happened to Dr. Driscoll 'Wingdings' Aster or of the two little boys that he had following after him everywhere.

With one more sigh to add the the ever growing pile, Dumbledore had Fawkes flame him back into Canada. He would search the entire country with a fine comb if he had to. No one would stop him from finding the little boy that he owed the world to. No one.

"hey paps, look over there. there's an impasta. heh. i'm so funny." sans pointed at the old man in funny clothes with a gobsmacked expression plastered on his face.

"THIS IS NO TIME FOR YOUR PUNS SANS! HELLO OLD MAN! WOULD YOU LIKE SOME SPAGHETTI? IT'S STILL WARM!" Papyrus offered the pot of spaghetti to Albus.

Albus took another second to pull himself together and quickly accepted the pot with a sneaking suspicion of who exactly this 'Paps' could be. He already knew who 'sans' was. He looked exactly the same as he did when he was a child, one emerald eye that glowed, one milky eye that signified blindness, jet black hair that contrasted against his white skin.

'When had that happened?' Albus wondered.

It didn't help that the child was wearing the sweater that Lily had sewed for him when he was a child.

As Albus slowly munched on the admittedly very good spaghetti, sans and Papyrus seemed to have a conversation with only eye movements and twitches that the old wizard missed.

sans let out a huff of exasperation and allowed his brother to ask the old man his questions. He cursed his brothers' inqusitive nature and tensed his body, ready to grab Papyrus and time-stop so they could escape if they needed to.

"WHILE I ENJOY MEETING A NEW SPAGHETTI LOVER SUCH AS I, I MUST ASK YOU. WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU HERE? THIS IS NO PLACE TO BE WANDERING ABOUT, IT'S QUITE COLD AND YOU DO NOT SEEM DRESSED FOR THE WEATHER!" Papyrus asked Albus, who seemed unfazed by his constant shouting.

"My dear boy. I am Albus Dumbledore, and I'm the Headmaster of a school." Albus responded simply. He tilted his head in innocence as he eyes twinkled merrily. "And who may you be young man?"

"MY NAME IS THE GREAT PAPYRUS! NYEH HEH HEH HEEEEEH!" Papyrus cackled as he screamed in joy. sans couldn't help but face palm at his brothers antics. He was always like this.

"And who may you be?" Dumbledore directed his question towards sans.

"i'm sans, nice to meetcha." sans raised his hand out in a handshake. Albus shook the boy's hand and was shocked when his hand and arm vibrated playfully.

"heh. i always get people with that." sans showed the Headmaster his hand and explained at his curious look. "it's a buzzer." The Headmaster chuckled lightly at the childish prank.

"so what's a headmaster doing out here? shouldn't you be running a school?" sans asked the age old wizard who was currently twiddling his fingers, which was impressive considering his hands were tangled within his impressive beard.

"I'm looking for two children who will be attending my school in the next two months. I just happened to notice that these children were missing and it didn't feel right to let that go unchecked. So I took the time to come find them." Dumbledore explained to the young prankster.

"welp. good luck in finding these two children. me and paps need to get going now, things to do, spaghetti to eat." sans casually said as he started to back up from the Headmaster.

"Before you and your friend-" "brother" "- right, your brother. Before you two leave, I would like for the two of you to answer a question for me."

"A QUESTION? I'LL ANSWER A QUESTION! I LOVE QUESTIONS!" Papyrus interjected, hand raised and his eternal grin unfazed.

"sure old man, shoot." replied sans.

"Have the two of you ever had anything... unnatural happen? Stuff that couldn't be explained?"

"well... yeah." sans nervously answered, fingers raised and ready to snap if the old man made any move to capture them.

"OOOOHHH YES! ME AND MY BROTHER CAN MAKE BONES APPEAR FROM NOTHING! NO ONE ELSE SEEMS TO BE ABLE TO AND SANS WON'T LET ME SHOW ANYONE!" Papyrus said in his shouting manner.

"I see... in that case, the two of you are formally invited to attend Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

Annnnnd that's the end of the chapter. I do hope you all enjoyed it. Wow, i'm just pumping these out right now. A massive burst of inspiration has struck me and I just feel the need to write!

Okay so I lied, Papyrus will be known as Papyrus, not just as a nickname. I just can't call him anything else. And I will not be changing his text-speech. Call it a side effect of the core imploding, which will have more side effects later on in the story.

Who else guessed that sans and Papyrus would have ended up in Canada? Not me, not until I started playing the steam game Feel the Snow. It's a cute game and it reminds me of Canada (as I live in Canada eh).

Anyways! Leave a review if you enjoyed the story and have a good day/night!