AN: I want to try something…

"On days like this… Kid's like you… Should be burning in hell…" A young boy shot up in a cupboard holding his right eye in his hand annoyed. His body had been falling apart more and more every time he had a nightmare… It was very annoying to be honest, since it didn't really hurt. He just wanted it done. All he had left was his hair and his nose… After a few seconds his nose fell onto his lap with a splat, and his hair followed shortly after along with the skin it had been attached too. "And now I'm a skeleton…" He muttered noticing his voice had changed. "Probably because I don't have anything human left in me…" He guessed getting up and sneaking out of the house. "I need to get out of here though… Seriously I could just say I was really skinny before but now? I can't do that without hair, my eyes or my nose…" He mumbled. "Need a new name too… Without one I'm… Without… Sans…" He decided, it made sense since he was without important body parts, and he had a habit of writing in comic sans. "So I'm Sans the skeleton… Great." He shrugged as he managed to find some clothes left alone to dry, probably forgotten. So he took them and put them on, throwing away his old ones and his glasses.

3 years later

Sans got up as he ignored the feeling of loneliness he always got. It was like he was meant to have a sibling but… He could work on that later. He was too busy to do that. He grabbed a letter from the windowsill confused. "Sans The Skeleton/Harry Potter… Huh? How do they know my name?" He asked himself with a frown. "Eh I'll be fine…" He decided reading it quickly. "Magic huh… Eh sure. S'not like I have anything better t'do I guess." He wrote down a quick acceptance letter and threw it out of the window. "This better work." He growled as he ate breakfast, washing it down with some ketchup he'd gotten from the restaurant he lived over, the owner had been kind enough to let him stay there as long as he didn't cause many problems and helped out sometimes. He didn't even mind that he was a skeleton… After all he was a guy made of fire that used balloons and stretchy stuff to hide it so…

"Good morning Sans." The owner said with a smile on his fake face.

"Morning Mr Grillby." He said back wiping his mouth clean with his hand. "Do you know anything about a place called Hogwarts?" He asked curiously.

"Yes actually. I went there when I was a boy, why?" He asked.

"I got a letter." Sans told him.

"Interesting… You know I wonder if my nephews still go…"

"I can always find out if you want."

"Thank you Sans…" He smiled slightly. Fabian Weasley hadn't died with his brother… Instead in a freak accident they had combined into some sort of fire being. The best traits in both of them in one person… It was a real miracle.

"It's no problem. I'm kinda curious as well." He said as he caught a letter to the eye socket. "Don't you dare laugh…" He said annoyed as he pulled it out.

"I'm sorry… But I did tell you this would happen…" Grillby said with a shake of his head.

"Whatever… Can you get me to Diagon Alley somehow? You can go back to human form for a while but… I can't. I'm literally bones…" He mumbled.

"Don't worry Sans. I can have Ollivander come here, and I know your measurements so I can get everything for you." Grillby told him grabbing his customized phone and calling someone.

"Thanks." He said as he tried to focus on his food and not falling over and getting something stuck in a socket.

"It's no problem"

"Hello?" They both heard a voice from the living room.

"In here!"

"Ah yes… Grillby… The combination of Fabian and Gideon… And… Harry Potter...?" Ollivander asked confused.

"Sans The Skeleton. Formerly Harry Potter." He corrected.

"Thank you… Hmm… I brought some wands with me but I believe they won't work… You have a different magic."

"You mean my bones?" He asked he sent one into the dart board that had been set up so he could aim better.

"Exactly. Using one of them you can use your bones as wands." He said leaving quietly, but not before Sans could see holes In his hands for a single second.

"Who… Was that?" He asked confused.

"Ollivander Sans… That's all." Grillby said going downstairs to close the shop for the day and go to Diagon Ally.

Five hours later

Sans woke up to a large man banging on the door downstairs. Grillby rushed out of the floo and down the stairs quickly. "The door says closed!" He shouted at the man before looking again. "Hagrid? What are you doing here?"

"I'm lookin' for 'Arry! Need to take 'im shopping."

"I have already done that. Sans does not need any help." Grillby told him locking the door.

"Hey Grillby?" Sans called confused.

"Yes Sans?" He asked with a kind smile.

"Something's happened…" He whispered lying down on his bed and looking at some sort of dog skull.

"Strange… This must be more of your magic manifesting itself."

"I'm gonna call them gaster blasters." He decided making it vanish.

"Of course… I need to get back to work now so stay out of trouble." Grillby told him going back downstairs and opening the bar up.

Five days later

Sans hid his face under his jackets hood and got onto the train, where he kept it on and made sure his hands were in his pockets. He was wearing his jacket like always, a black shirt, shorts and pink bunny slippers, because he could. He looked around the compartment before taking a nap.