I wanted to post this so badly on July 4th. (It was my deadline.) That I haven't looked over this chapter yet. I'll do it tomorrow I promise.

I do not own Undertale or Harry Potter

Never in Harry's life did he think he would be excited about the prospect of snail hunting. Yet, here he was, searching high and low for the slimy creatures. Toriel made it looked easy, but in reality, it was really hard. Honestly, Harry didn't know how the goat woman managed to find them so fast. It must have something to do with being part goat, he mused.

Harry sighed as he flopped down on the cavern floor. So much had changed in the past year he had lived here. For one, he wasn't as thin as he first was when he came to Toriel's house. Toriel's cooking made sure he had more than enough to eat, and never once did she let him miss a meal. Secondly, he had come to see Toriel as his mother, although he didn't have the courage to say it yet. He was too afraid of rejection to outright say, "Mom." But, he always thought it in his head. And thirdly, he finally obtained a birthday.

The now-sixth-year-old boy sighed. He couldn't' believe that a few months ago, he thought he didn't have a birthday. He knew other people had them, but since the Dursley's never said anything about it, he thought he didn't have one. Toriel was furious once she found out. In hindsight, her anger was sort of hilarious since she broke the rolling pin she had been holding in half. But at the moment, it scared Harry half to death. (Goat Mom was terrifying when she was mad.) After Toriel calmed down, she told Harry that if he didn't have a legal birthday then they would have to choose one.

So they chose the day Toriel found him, April the Fourth, today. Harry gave a small laugh. It was hard to believe that it had been exactly a year since Toriel had given him a home. It felt like his entire life. The years he spent with the Dursley's felt like a far-off dream. Or in his case, nightmare.

Harry grudgingly stood up from the cavern floor and looked at the empty basket next to him. It had been three hours since he left the house, and he still hadn't found one snail. He would tell Toriel that he wasn't good at snail hunting. It seemed as if the creatures could sense his presence and run away back to their hiding spots. He gave a sigh as he held the basket in both of his arms and ran back to the cavern Toriel was in.

This was his first time exploring the Ruins with his mom. So Toriel gave him a set of caverns that she deemed 'safe' enough for him to wander by himself. If he wanted to go into a cavern that she hadn't explained to him, then she would have to accompany him. Harry thought these rules were fair enough, so he agreed to them. He was just happy that he was able to leave the house finally.

Harry smiled as he skipped through the cavern right after the giant hole he originally fell through. It wasn't a very big chamber, and only had a small patch of grass, and a small trickle of light from the ceiling. But, it was so quaint and quiet Harry loved every aspect of it.

He hummed to himself as he walked across the small patch of grass. A rock caught the edge of his vision, and he instantly gravitated towards it. He picked it up in a last-ditch effort to find a snail. And to his surprise, there were three! A wide grin broke out across his face as he quickly grabbed the snails in his small, chubby hands and placed them in his basket.

Toriel was going to be so proud of him!

"Ahem! Excuse me, but could you possibly not ALMOST STEP ON MY FACE?" A cold voice sneered behind him. He looked around him, but didn't see anyone. Who could be talking to him? "Down here."

Harry's emerald green eyes looked down to see a golden flower with a large face. If it had been a year ago, Harry would have found a flower with a face on it odd. But, that was before he became used to everything in the Underground. Flowers with faces were probably a normal thing down here.

"Howdy!" The flower said with a very cheerful voice.

"I'm sorry I didn't see you." Harry said bending his knees so he would be at eye-level with the flower.

"It's alright! People usually miss me anyways. It's one of the woes of being a flower!" The flower said with a smile. "What's your name?"

"Mo-Toriel said not to give my name to strangers." Harry said uneasily.

"My name's Flowey! Flowey the Flower! There, now we're not strangers are we?" Flowey asked. Harry chuckled.

"I guess not."

"See? So how about that name?" Flowey asked innocently blinking his eyes.

"My name is Harry!" Harry exclaimed just as cheerfully.

"What a wonderful name! Say...Harry, how long have you been down here?"

"A year starting today!" Harry said proudly.

"Wow. Really? You must be an expert at L.O.V.E by now!" Flowey exclaimed with a smile.

"Yeah, I really love Torie-"

"No, I didn't mean that love! I meant L.O.V.E!" Flowey said seeming a little shocked. "You know what L.O.V.E is right? It's an acronym."

"Er-sorry, I guess I don't know what you're talking about." Harry said with an uneasy smile.

"You don't? Poor thing! You've been down here a year and you still don't know L.O.V.E works? Someone 'ought to teach you how things work around here!" Flowey proudly declared. "I guess little ol' me will have to do!"

"No thanks."

"Wait, what?!" Flowey gasped with angry eyes.

"Sorry, but if there's something I have to learn, I rather have Toriel teach me." Harry said getting up from his crouching position. "But thanks for the offer. I have to get going."

"But w-w-wait! Don't leave me!" Flowey ordered at the boy. Harry rose an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"I don't want to be alone..." Flowey said with a frown. Suddenly, the flower started to sniffle, and Harry could see tears starting to gather at the edge of his eyes. "Nobody ever comes to see me anymore. Everyone's forgotten me. You know what that feels like...don't you?"

Harry's eyes seemed to gloss over at Flowey's words. "Yeah, I do."

"So can you stay for a little while more?" Flowey asked looking up with big wide eyes. Harry tried not to cave in to Flowey's 'puppy-dog' eyes, but it was just too cute. "Please?"

"You're adorable. Can I keep you?" Harry asked suddenly appearing in front of the flower and hugging him. Flowey reeled back shocked.

"Wha-" Flowey tried to protest, but Harry wouldn't let him.

"I promise to take care of you!"

"Wait a moment!"

"I'll water you every day!"

"That's not what I want!"

"What do you want? Fertilizer, food, company? I could give you a-"

"I'M NOT A PET!" Flowey screeched making the boy let go of him. The boy laughed a bit as Flowey huffed angrily. "I'm not talking to you anymore!"

"Ah, come on, Flowey!" Harry laughed. "I was just joking! You could be like my brother!"

At the word 'brother' Flowey stilled as if struck by lightning. Flowey seemed to almost wilt down at the words, but before Harry could mention it, the flower seemed to perk back up almost instantly.

"In that case! Do you want me to teach you about L.O.V.E?" Flowey asked with a happy smile. An unsure feeling washed over Harry, but the boy ignored it.

"Sure!" Harry said trying to be polite.

"Alright! Here we go!" Flowey yelled cheerfully. "First we have to bring out your soul!"

"My soul? What-" Suddenly, Harry was cut off by a painful tugging feeling in his chest. The young six-year-old coughed as the tugging feeling grew more and more painful. Finally, the boy was clutching at his chest, and tears were brimming in his eyes. What was happening?

"Sorry! I forgot that kids under the age of eight had a hard time materializing their souls. No matter! Just give it another push, and WOALA!"

Suddenly, the painful feeling burst out of his chest in front of him was a floating heart. However- it wasn't the normal red color and it looked very odd.

That was his soul? It wasn't what he thought it would look like at all.

"Why is it flickering colors back and forth like that?" Harry asked with a frown.

"Because until you reach a certain age, your soul isn't done deciding what's it's going to be. Your soul usually has one character trait above the rest, but when your a child it's still developing. Depending on how you act, and how others treat you will depend what color it will decide on." Flowey explained in a calm voice. It wasn't like his happy or angry voice, and for some reason that was more frightening than the previous two.

Harry watched as the 'soul' in front of him kept changing between green and purple. Green. Purple. Green. Purple. Green. Purple. Harry didn't know what character traits his heart was trying to decide on, but he hoped that whatever it settled on fit him well. Maybe he should talk to Toriel about it?

Finally something else caught Harry's eye.

"Um...Excuse me, Flowey?" Harry asked as the flower looked up at him. "But what is that small black thing near the bottom?"

"What black thing? There is no black-" Flower rattled on, until his eyes focused on what Harry was seeing. "Oh."

Near the bottom of Harry's soul was was seemed to be a shard of black glass wedged inside it. It seemed as if somebody forcefully shoved it into his soul, as the soul was cracked and brittle near the strange item.

"I-I've never seen anything like this before." Flowey said obviously forgetting their lesson. "It looks like somebody's soul tried to merge with yours, but failed." A contemplative look fell on Flowey's face as he seemed to examine the black shard. Wisps of blacks smoke seemed to radiate off it, and just looking at it hurt Harry's forehead.

"There's nothing we can do about it though," Flowey cheerfully continued on. "So let's continue the lesson without it!"

"But shouldn't I try to fix it?" Harry asked with a trembling voice.

"Nah! Besides, without a doctor or scientist, there's nothing we can do!" Flowey encouraged. "So let's move onto our next step! Down in the Underground we share a thing called L.O.V.E."

White floating dots appeared in the air, and Harry stared up at them with awe.

"We share L.O.V.E through," Flowey's eyes shifted from side to side. "Little," They grew closer to Harry. "White," They stared to slowly drift near him. "Friendliness," Harry smiled as he watched them come near his heart. Why hasn't anyone shown this to him before? "Pellets." Harry moved his soul to touch one, and-

Pain.

Tears burst from Harry's eyes as he clutched his chest and fell to his knees. He bit his lip in order not to cry out. Boys don't cry. That's what his aunt had told him once. So he wouldn't cry. He couldn't help the tears, but at least he wouldn't be openly wailing.

So much pain.

Harry could see Flowey's face morph through his blurred vision. The soft pastel it was suddenly twisted and became more evil. This must have been what Toriel was talking to him about when said 'dangerous' beings.

"UGH! YOU REALLY ARE AN IDIOT!" Flowey sardonically laughed. "Who would pass up an opportunity like this? With a human soul I'll be able to finally leave this weakened form!"

Harry saw white energy bullets form all around him, and he knew he was going to die. It was funny really, how much that thought didn't scare him. It was okay to die. It wasn't like he had much planned for the future anyways. Besides, who would care if somebody like him passed away? Not his relatives that's for sure. There was no one who would-

Toriel!

Suddenly, Harry remembered the woman who took care of him. The person who nursed him back to health, celebrated holidays with him, took care of him, and loved him. Toriel would be sad if he died! In fact, she was probably already worried about him! Harry looked up at the oncoming bullets.

He wasn't going to die here! Especially not to a flower.

But how was he going to escape? A fire was ignited inside of Harry as he looked for a way out. He needed to find Toriel! He was going to find Toriel! The fire inside of him, seemed to want to know exactly what he wanted. Harry didn't know what this fire was. He only felt a few times before. It was the same type of energy he felt before he turned his teacher's hair blue, or how he ended up on the house's roof once.

I want to go to my mom!

He screamed his wish at the fire inside him, and the world instantly turned and bent sideways. Then in a flash Harry disappeared.

When he reappeared a few caverns over, he instantly emptied the contents of his stomach. What a vile feeling! Blech! He never wanted to do that again. Harry looked up from the ground, and realized he was in an empty cavern. Suddenly, fear hit him, and his adrenaline ran out. He looked down and started to hysterically pat his chest. The young child let out a sigh of relief when he realized his soul was back where it belonged. It thrummed inside his chest making him feel warm and full. He never wanted to go into a battle (as he now realized what it was) again.

He looked around the cavern and frowned. "What just happened?" He looked down at his hands. The fire inside him was now dying down, and the absence of it made his soul feel empty. It was hard to believe that he just teleported! "Did I really just do that?"

"Do what my child?" A voice asked from behind him. Harry spun around to see Toriel standing there with a basket full of snails. Instantly, the boy flung himself into his mother's arms.

"Mom! I was so scared! There was a monster, and he was scary! And I thought he was my friend, but he wasn't! But now I feel bad for him! And he's all alone and just like me. And-and I felt like thisfireinsideofmeanditfeltreallynicebutthenIteleportedandIdon'tknowwhat-" Harry started to trail off into sobs, and Toriel held him close.

"Wait Harry," Toriel's face turned to one of surprise and a slight blush spread across her cheeks. "Did you just call me 'Mom?'"

Harry's sobbing stopped instantly as he realized that he had. "I'm sorry, I didn-"

"I would be honored. Would you like to call me your mother?" Toriel asked with a soft smile. Harry's eyes welled up with tears once more, and he shook his head vigorously. "No need to cry, my child. I'll always be here for you."

"Always?" Harry asked with a sniff.

"Always," Toriel said putting her basket down. Holding a sobbing Harry with one arm, she used the other to wipe away his tears. "There, there, Harry. No one is going to hurt you with me around." Harry murmured something into her arm, but she couldn't distinguish the words from his sniffling. "How about we head home now and make some snail pie?"

Harry nodded and burrowed into her fur. Toriel smiled as she picked up the basket and headed home with her son in her arms.

Two weeks later

Flower sat in the middle of the cavern looking up at the sky. Maybe he should try and RESET? If the kid came by again, he could immediately try to battle him instead of pretending to be his friend. Flowey sighed as he looked down at the ground. To tell the truth, something about this kid made him feel jealous. He didn't even think that he could feel jealous.

After all, it wasn't as if he had a soul.

Yet, when the kid mentioned Toriel suddenly he remembered what it was like when he had been complete. When he was kind and helped people, when he actually wanted a family, when he asked his mother and father for a brother, all of those memories came back to him.

"Mom? Dad? Somebody please help!"

But nobody came.

Flowey remember when he was Asriel. He was just like Harry. Kind like his mother, yet persistent like his father. He had Toriel as his mom, Asgore as his dad, and Chara as his sister.

He had everything he ever wanted. But then he died and everything turned wrong.

He woke up as a flower, and at first he was scared. But then he realized that he couldn't feel anything. So what was the point? No matter what he did he couldn't feel that warmth and love he had felt before.

Flowey sighed. Maybe he wasn't jealous Harry, but what Harry could feel. It wasn't as if he could feel anything. Everything was just fear and darkness. There wasn't a single inch of love or loyalty in his soul. If he had been Asriel it would have been different. He would have accepted Harry as the brother that he technically was. He would have taught Harry how to find snails. (The poor boy needed someone to.) Or he would have taught him how to fight along with Chara. It would have been perfect if he hadn't died.

But he did. So there was nothing he could do about it.

Footsteps suddenly echoed throughout the cavern, breaking Flowey from his thoughts. Flowey turned around with a glare.

"Who's there?!" He snapped looking for what was causing the footsteps. Nobody answered him though, and only grew louder, and louder, and louder. Finally, the footsteps sounded so close, it felt like they were beside him. A shiver ran down Flowey's spine, but he did his best to hide it.

His dark black eyes scanned the entrance of the cavern, and frowned as a black silhouette appeared next to the door. Green eyes seemed to glow in the black, and Flowey tried to appear tall and proud. His leaves perked up, and his stem straightened. He wasn't going to be afraid of something in the shadows! He was the master down here. If push came to shove, he could always just RESET.

Slowly, a shape emerged from the shadows, and a six year old boy revealed himself.

"H-Harry?" Flowey asked as the boy came closer to him. The boy was holding a bunch of books in his arms, and a wide smile came across his face.

"Howdy Flowey!" Harry said cheerfully setting down beside the flower. He pushed the books slightly to the side and stared at the flower with a wide smile.

"WhAT aRe YoU dOiNg hERe?" Flowey asked in his scary voice. "Do YoU hAVe A dEaTh WisH?"

"I came here to play with you!" Harry said completely ignoring the change of tone. "I felt really bad for leaving you last time. Especially when you felt so alone."

"Do YoU waNnA DiE?" Flowey inquired. Once again, Harry ignored him.

"So I brought books for us to read! Their my favorites! Mom reads them to me all the time!" Harry said picking up the first book with a bunny on it. "It's called Fluffy Bunny, and it's really cool."

"LISTEN TO ME!" Flowey whined. "I'M GOING TO KILL ALL OF YOUR LOVED ONES."

"Too late, they're already dead." Harry chirped with a grin. "So Fluffy Bunny it is?"

"Wha-" Flowey started, but was cut off once more.

"Sheesh, I forgot my manners! Mom always warns me about that. Flowey, is there any book that you wanna read?"

"I don't like books," Flowey began.

"Well we could play a word game then!" Harry suggested. "But I'm sure you'll love Fluffy Bunny once you read it."

Flowey had read Fluffy Bunny before. His mother read it to him thousands of times as a child.

"I don't understand," Flowey said looking at the boy with a glare.

"Don't understand what?" Harry asked with a quizzed expression.

"Why?" Flowey asked. "WHY?"

"Now I don't understand," Harry sheepishly admitted looking at the flower.

"I TRIED TO KILL YOU BEFORE!" Flowey yelled. "SO WHY ARE YOU BEING NICE TO ME?! YOU REALLY ARE AN IDIOT! HAVEN'T YOU LEARNED YOUR LESSON?"

"Flowey..."

"IN THIS WORLD IT'S KILLED OR BE KILLED!" Flowey yelled with an angry gaze. "NO ONE IN THIS WORLD WILL PROTECT YOU! TORIEL WILL JUST END UP KILLING YOU IN ORDER TO SO CALL 'PROTECT' YOU. SO WHY? Why are you still trying to...to be nice to me?"

"..." Harry looked at him with saddened eyes, and instantly Flowey found himself in Harry's arms. Flowey hissed at him, but Harry held on tighter. Finally Flowey sighed, and Harry pulled back. "Better now?"

Flowey sighed once more, "So what is this about 'Fluffy Bunny?'"

Harry perked up instantly and grabbed the book with gusto. Instantly he flicked open to the first page. "Once upon a time, there lived a bunny..."

Harry bit his lip in concentration as he jumped up with his butterfly net to try and catch the Monarch Butterfly dancing out of reach. His efforts were futile though as the butterfly merely flew to the top of the cavern. Harry yelped mid-air as he fell to the ground. His bright green eyes stared up at the ceiling of the cavern, as he sprawled out on the ground. The butterfly (now sensing there was no danger) came back down and landed on his nose. Irritated, Harry blew at it, and watched bemusedly as it flew away.

"You're never going to catch one," Flowey said a few yards away from him. "Why not just give up already?"

"Because, I'm determined to catch one!" Harry said holding his hand up and inspecting it against the light. "If I work hard enough and believe hard enough, than I'm sure to catch one."

"I forgot that you were an optimist." Flowey sighed. "You're getting pretty beat up there. You're constantly falling and tripping. How are you going to explain the many bumps and bruises to your mom?"

Silence.

"She doesn't know you're here does she?"

More silence.

"What did you tell her this time? That you were going snail hunting?"

Even more silence.

"Wow, lying to your mother. I bet you feel pretty horrible right now. How do you think she'd feel if she found out? She strolls by here every now and then. I could always just tell her that your spending your time with a homicidal flowe-"

"Don't you even dare." Harry hissed from the side. True, he felt bad about lying to Mom. But, what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

"But why not? It's not like you could stop me." Flowey challenged in a sing-song voice. Harry sighed as he stood up and dusted off his shorts. Flowey frowned as the boy ignored him. Reaching out his hand, Harry summoned his soul from his chest. It was getting less painful the more he did it, and now he only felt a slight sting. His soul hummed with power, and was shining a bright purple.

Every few minutes it would flicker to green for a few seconds, but for today it was staying mostly purple. Harry sort of hoped his soul would make up his mind. He was getting tired of waiting. Some days it was more green than purple, and other days like these it was mostly purple. There was no way of telling which one it was going to be.

However, something even bothered him more than the flickering colors. Harry's emerald eyes looked down at the jagged shard of blackness wedged into his soul. Sometimes the shard hurt his soul, and sometimes he could have sworn he heard whispering coming from it. Whatever it was, it was bad. Harry could tell that much. Him and Flowey always talked about it, but so far they had no idea what it actually was. Harry knew that Flowey didn't like talking about it, because he himself didn't have a soul. But, Harry was sure that the flower wasn't completely empty. There had to be something there. Right?

Harry pushed his soul back into his chest and walked over to the pouting flower.

"Oh now you're paying attention to me?" Flowey sarcastically asked. The flower turned his face away from Harry with a pout, and Harry grinned.

"When you do that you remind me of a kitten." Harry said crouching down to become eye-level with the flower. "Wanting attention one moment, and then getting mad when you get it."

"I'm not a kitten!" Flowey hissed. "Stop referring to me as a pet!"

"I can't help it! You're too cute!" Harry chuckled with a grin as he poked the flower's cheek. Flowey grumbled as he pouted even more.

"You really are an idiot." Flowey sighed.

"Actually Toriel says I'm quite smart for somebody my age." Harry said with a smug smile.

"Yeah, she says that to everyone." Flowey sneered.

"Flowey, what do you mean?" Harry asked as he innocently tilted his head to the side.

"You really count on her to protect you, huh?" Flowey asked with a frown. "You know she can't right? In this world it's kill or be killed. Toriel says she'll protect you, but in the end she won't."

"You don't know that!" Harry said in defense of his mother. "Mom will protect me! She always does."

"Yeah, say that to her two dead children." Flowey sneered.

"Wait, what?" Harry asked as his heart dropped. C-children? She had children before him? "What children?"

"Do you really think you know anything about her? Everything she tells you is a lie." Flowey told the boy with a stern face. "You don't know anything about Chara and Asriel do you?"

"Who are they?" Harry asked with a scared frown.

"Wow, you really don't know anything about Toriel. Why do you think she's so motherly? Why do you think she had an extra room just in case a child ever came? Why do you think she's too scared to let you explore the ruins by yourself?" Flowey rhetorically asked. "She's nothing she portrays to be."

"No! That's no true!" Harry yelled standing to his feet. "Toriel is my mom! She wouldn't lie to me!"

"Oh, so you believe everything she's fed you?"

"Of course! She loves me!" Harry shouted as his eyes started to cry.

"No she doesn't! She doesn't love anybody but herself! And if you don't believe me, ask her yourself! Go up to her and ask about Chara and Asriel! Go ahead! I dare you. Ask about how they died, and how it was all her fault" Flowey's face morphed as his teeth grew larger and his eyes narrowed. Suddenly, fear gripped Harry's heart. "Don't say I didn't warn you. She only wants you dead."

Images flashed through Harry's mind. Images of Toriel tucking him into bed, making him pie, taking him on picnics in their front yard, teaching him snail facts, feeding him food, picking out his clothes, giving him a bath, reading books to him, playing card games with him, telling him puns. That couldn't have been a lie!

But what if it was? A voice rang throughout Harry's mind, and suddenly Harry stilled as if struck by lightning. Flowey's laugh rang throughout his mind as he started to slowly back away from the flower. Then as panic kicked in, the boy sprinted off into a full run. The flower's evil laugh following him like his shadow.

Harry didn't know how long he ran. He clumsily tripped over the puzzles Toriel already solved for him, and hastily ran throughout the caverns. With each shadow by the columns Harry's fear grew. Until the boy had to shut his eyes to keep all the images out.

By the time Harry made it home, he was cut and scraped from head to toe. His favorite outfit (yellow shirt and cargo shorts) was torn in pieces. Harry stumbled through their front yard in a daze. Flowey's words rang throughout his head as he shuffled towards his home's door. He reached out to open it, but before he could the door swung upon by itself to show a stern-faced Toriel.

"Harry! You're later than you-" Toriel stopped when she took in the appearance of her son. In seconds, she was cupping the boy's face and looking him up and down to the damages. "What happened? Harry are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Harry mumbled as he looked away from his mother. Guilt and insecurity rose up in his chest each time he looked at her. Was she really pretending? Was she really lying? Or did Flowey lie to him? He wasn't so sure what to believe anymore.

"Where's your basket?" Toriel asked with a worried frown. Harry forgot that he had left his snail basket and butterfly net beside Flowey. Toriel saw the anxiety on his face, and she internally screamed. She was going to kill whoever hurt Harry like this. "Ah, no matter. It's just a basket. I'm just happy you're safe."

"Come on, my child, let's get you cleaned up in the kitchen." Toriel said taking his hand in hers and guiding him to the kitchen. The boy obediently followed without a word, and the silence worried Toriel. What had happened to the boy? He hadn't been this silent since he first came here.

Cleaning up his wounds took less time than Toriel thought, and the process occurred without a single noise being spoken. The silence maddened Toriel to the core, and she wished desperately to help her son. When she finished cleaning and bandaging his cuts, Toriel started to make her move.

"Harry, you know you can tell me anything right?" Toriel asked reaching out and caressing Harry's shoulder. She almost cried when she saw the boy flinch at her touch. That was something he had never done before, and it hurt her to see Harry react to her like this.

"I'm going to my room," Harry muttered in a dead-like voice, and Toriel felt tears well up in her eyes.

"Harry-!" She started but was cut off when the boy hopped off the counter he was sitting on and moved to the door. His apathetic and non-caring attitude cut at her like a knife, and so far she couldn't find out what to do to make it better.

"Thanks for taking care of me," The boy said as he stalked off to his room to change and go to bed. He kept a strong look on his face as he walked through the halls, and only let it drop when he was safe and sound in his room. He changed his clothes and took off his shoes in a robotic manner. Finally when he flung himself at his bed, all of the emotions he held back was finally set free. He cried into his pillow relentlessly as fear and distrust washed over him.

He didn't want to believe that Toriel abandoned him.

But Flowey's words rang throughout his head like a siren.

Harry burrowed deeper into his blankets as his mind tried to settle down. Finally, he felt himself dancing at the edge of sleep, and he frowned.

Who was Asriel and Chara?

A/N: This was the longest chapter, I've ever written. I was debating whether or not to put it into two parts, but I decided y'all could handle it. Hopefully this wasn't too bad. I know some of you were hyped up about the Flowey Encounter, and hopefully I haven't let y'all down. I know this probably wasn't my best work. But there was so much I wanted to get down that I spent forever writing it all. I was going to get this uploaded sooner, but I went away for church camp. But, now I'm back! So Yay! :)

I was surprised so many people guessed correctly. (Well half-right.) I thought that children's souls had to develop, and so it flickers from purple to green. It will decide on a color, and I hope you guys will like it.A

Anyways it's past my bed time and I'm rambling.

Preview of next chapter: Introducing Tom

"It's nice that my captor decided to visit me."

"I'm Tom Riddle."

"Are you scared of me Harry?"

Again, hopefully this chapter isn't too bad. I'll update/edit it as soon as I get up.

What did you guys think about Flowey? And what do you think the jagged black shard is in Harry's soul. (I'll give you a hint: It has to do with Moldy Shorts.)