Harry Potter and the Magic of Souls

Prolauge

I don't own Harry Potter or Undertale. They belong to J.K. Rowling and Toby Fox respectively.

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One hot summer day, in a small English neighborhood, among the painfully boring homes, lawns, and gardens a young boy no older than eight sits in the back garden struggling to pull up a weed. This child was none other than Hadrian James Potter, Harry for short. At the moment he was being forced to weed the back garden. Not that he minded, grant you. It got him out of the house and gave him time to recall his only friend. Their name had been Frisk and they were like him. Their parents had been mean to them. Had hurt them a lot. One day, Frisk vanished. It had broken Harry's heart, but he had hoped they'd one day return him. That hope however...was fading.

Harry sighs, tugging on the weed again, sure that this time it would come loose. He pulled with all his might the stem cutting into his little hands. Suddenly, a second pair of small hands grab on and pull with him. The weed finally came loose, making the two children fall backward. Harry looks over at his mystery helper and gasps in delight. "Frisk!" He cries, throwing himself into his friend's arms. They hug tightly before pulling back.

"W-Where have you been?!" Harry asks. "U-Uncle said...H-He said you went up to Mount Ebbott and...He said that you.." Harry chokes back a sob, trembling violently at the very thought of what his uncle had said. Frisk pulls him into a tight hug again, signing to him. 'I'm sorry I worried you, Harry. I never meant to. I did go to Mount Ebbott, but not too off myself. I went see if it was a good place for us to run to...To escape all...This' They motion toward's the house and garden as well as Harry's bleeding hands.

Harry stares at his friend in awe. "Was it?" he asks. Frisk pauses a moment, biting their lip before slowly nodding. 'It was...But, I found something WAY better than a temporary hideaway.' Harry scoots closer excitedly. "What? What did you find?" he asks, smiling brightly. It was so nice to have his friend back. Frisk smiles back, leaning forward themselves a bit. 'There was this whole colony of the most wonderful...People...I've ever met before! They were all so sweet and kind, Harry! They took me in!I've got a decent set of parents! Loads of Aunts and Uncles!' Frisk signs happily. Harry could tell they were just bursting with excitement about the news.

Harry smiled shakily, wanting to be happy for his dear friend, but unable to rid himself of a slight jealousy he felt, which made him feel guilty. This train of thought was broken when Frisk continues. 'And you know the BEST part?' They ask. Harry shakes his head. 'They want to take you in too!' Harry stares at Frisk a few moments, unable to believe what he's hearing. "T-They...They want...Me?" he asks, his voice trembling with emotion. Frisk smiles, nodding vigorously.

Harry's eyes fill with tears as a huge grin breaks across his small, pale face. 'Want to come?' Frisk asks, making Harry blink. "R-Right now?! B-But, my uncle will never all-" Frisk cuts him off, raising their hand and holding a finger. They turn towards the fence, letting out a loud whistle. Slowly, another child comes into view. They look a lot like Frisk, only with auburn hair and bright red eyes. They hold a very real looking knife, but on closer inspection, Harry notices it's only a toy.

Frisk smiles at the newcomer before turning to Harry. 'Harry, this is one of our new brothers, Chara.' Frisk introduces. 'He'll get your things and deal with your uncle.' Frisk assures, nodding towards Chara who smirks, twirling his fake knife. "Leave them to me." He says, heading into the house through the back door. Harry bites his lip, worried for the slightly older boy. He moves to follow him, but Frisk stops him, shaking their head.

Harry looks towards the door, waiting. After two minutes he hears his uncle bellow "Who the hell do you think you are?!" Harry flinches at this, trembling violently. Frisk pulls him into a gentle hug, knowing that Chara could handle themselves in there. Harry would learn later that he had never had anything to fear and the siblings would look back on this moment years later and laugh.

The angry bellows turn into terrified shrieks from his uncle and aunt. Harry pales, running to the door before Frisk can stop him. Before he can even touch the doorknob, however, the door opens and Chara is standing there with a rucksack of Harry's things. "Won't be having any trouble from those two," he smirks, tossing his toy knife in the air and catching it before tucking it into a little sheath on his belt.

Harry looks behind Chara to see his uncle and aunt. They were both pale and staring at Chara with looks of complete terror on their pale faces, but they were otherwise perfectly fine. Chara tosses the bag to the confounded boy. "Let's get out of here." Chara says, "This place gives me the creeps and mom and Azzy are waiting for us."

Harry catches the bag, quickly following Frisk and Chara, who each put an arm over his bony shoulders. Chara's eyes darken a bit in anger, but he pushes it down. "I'm calling mom." He says, pulling out his cell phone. He was going to make sure there was a nice big slice of B-scotch cinnamon pie ready and waiting for his new brother when they got home.