Hey there, I got a Disclamer here. I do not, I repeat, do NOT own Harry potter or Undertale. I wish I did but those are owned by J.K. Rowling and Toby Fox respectively. And if you recodnise something else in this, chanses are I don't own it. Thanks, and Enjoy,

Harry cried silently, tears running down his face, the salt burning the small cuts on his face. They had dumped him here… all alone. Vernon had a meeting that required them to visit America briefly, and Harry, being the childish five year old he was, was ecstatic. He thought nothing could go wrong on this trip. He was wrong. So very very wrong.

Vernon woke him up one night, around two or three in the morning and left the hotel with him. They drove for around half an hour till they passed the city limits and then some. At some point they started driving up a slope, which turned out to be a mountain. Then, Vernon threw him out of the car and onto the gravel road and drove off. Harry's glasses had shattered when he hit the ground, cutting up his face, thankfully missing his eyes.

So here we are now, Harry sitting on the side of the gravel road crying. And it started to rain. Let it be known, Harry loathes getting wet. He would do just about anything to stay away from water, so he made his way to the cave that was just by him, not seeing the hazardous vines nor the gaping hole. So he tripped. And he fell.

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Harry's eyes opened slowly. Blinking, he looked around, apparently he had fallen on a patch of flowers. Now bloody flowers. Harry frowned, feeling bad that he dirtied their pretty gold colour with his blood. So he did what any 'good boy' would do and tried to clean up. He only made it worse. "sorry flowers…" He mumbled an apology to the bed of bloodied flowers.

He stood up completely, wincing when he stood on his left leg. It had a large gash and was probably broken, or at least fractured. His left arm was in much the same condition, and there were a few scrapes on his back and hands. Harry felt his face and immediately pulled his hand back. He underestimated the severity of cuts there. They were deep, still bleeding, and still hurt.

Harry adjusted his gigantic sweater, which was black with one thick green line across the middle and a thin green line above it. Wiping his hands off on his beige shorts he started walking -note: limping- towards the archway structure on the far end of the cavern.

"Howdy! I'm Flowey, Flowey the flower! You must be new- wowie, what happened to you kid"

Startled, Harry jumped back, wincing as he used his left leg. "woah. Kid cool it. I wont hurt ya" Flowey lied. Harry just watched him with untrusting eyes. "Anyways, you must be new. How 'bout I show ya the ropes here?" Flowey suggested. Harry nods slowly and the flowers eyes gleamed predatorily.

Harry felt a tug where his heart would be and something flew out of it. It wasn't a heart, not really, but it may have looked like one once. It was green with a few chunks floating a few spaces away from it and around it. One could compare it to a glitching effect, so to speak. On part of the main soul, there was a sliver that looked forced in, having a pitch black colouration. The main soul also had numerous cracks and a few red coloured veins that looked like they were trying to keep the rest of the soul together. All in all, it was horrific.

"That… that's your soul. Never seen one quite like that one though. Anyways, to make it um, 'stronger' you gain LV. What's LV? LOVE of course. We all want some love don't we?" Flowey said, a bit confused but smirking. Harry nodded slowly again. He did want love, but he wasn't sure he could trust this flower. "That's good, Well down here in the Underground, Monsters share LOVE through little… friendlieness pellets. Go and catch as many as you can." The flower said.

Harry tentatively reached out to one and audibly yelped when it tore through his skin. He looked up at Flowey, betrayed. "You idiot!" Flowy yelled. "IN THis woRLd itS kill Or bE KiLleD!" Flowy started laughing manically as a ring of bullets circled a very frightened Harry, who was shaking in fear.

Suddenly, a ball of fire knocked Flowey away and his soul rushed back inside him. A towering bipedal goat appeared before him. "Such a monster, torturing a poor innocent youth… Do not fret, I wont hurt you my child. You seem to be hurt, here." It, or, She said, kneeling down and healing Harry's injuries. "I am Toriel, what is your name my child?" She asked. "I… I don't know…" He mumbled. "We shall think of a name later then. Come, my child, I will guide you through the catacombs." She said, gently taking his hand.

They came upon pressure plates, which Toriel solved quickly, taking the two of them to the next room. "These are puzzles, there are numerous in the ruins. Please adjust yourself to the sight of them." She said helpfully and Harry nodded. "Here is a puzzle you may try on your own. Flip the two switches that I have marked." Toriel instructed.

Harry looked at the wall she gestured to but all he saw was a blur. "Um… Ma'am, I… I need glasses to see, but I… I broke mine a while back… All I can see is a massive blur… sorry." He mumbled. Toriel blinked. "Oh its fine my child. When we get home I can get you some." She said, flipping the switches and leading Harry to the next room.

"As a human in the Underground, some monsters may… attack you. Do not be afraid though, strike up a friendly conversation and wait for me to resolve the conflict" Toriel smiled. Harry nodded, he could do that. All he could do was run anyways. And even if he could fight, he wouldn't. He didn't want to be like Dudley and beat people up, even if they did start it. He wouldn't fight.

"Here, practice on this dummy." She said, gesturing at a slightly worn practice dummy, or a fuzzy brown blob in Harry's sight. "Uh- um… Hello. The weather is… quite nice… today…" Harry mumbled. Glancing at Toriel, Harry felt she was proud.

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When they got to the long room, Harry was afraid. He… He didn't want to be alone. But he did as told like any normal 'good boy' would do. Then Toriel asked him to wait. So he waited. And waited. And waited. Harry estimated around two or three hours had passed when she came back. When she did, he ran to hug her, having thought she left him for good. Toriel giggled, patting his head. "I am sorry my child. I didn't know it would take so long." She apologized and took harry through the ruins to a small house.

A glint caught his eye, from the leaves. He had passed a few in the ruins but didn't investigate them. This time though, he reached out to touch it, bringing up the save menu. Confused, he hit save and left to follow Toriel.

Toriel showed him to his room and left to do something or other, Harry decided to take a nap. When he awoke, it was around midnight. Slipping from the bed, he found a slice of pie that had gone cold, but was the best thing he had ever eaten. Next to it were a pair of glasses and a piece of paper. Putting the glasses on, he found they fit him perfectly and he could see much clearer than when he had his old glasses. Turning to the note, he read;

My Child,

While you were asleep I went and got you a pair of Glasses said to ajust to your eyesight and size. I hope they work for you.

-Toriel

Harry smiled, before frowning. He couldn't stay. He didn't want to bother someone as nice as Toriel with his Freakish self. His clothes were now clean, he noted, so he was good to go. He got a piece of paper and a pencil and wrote a note that said;

Dear Miss Toriel

I am very thankful you helped me in the ruins. I thank you so much, but I hsve to wonder why someone as nice as you would help someone as Freakish and Unnatural as me. Thank you again and goodby.

-Nameless

P.S. the pie was delicious, the best thing I have ever eaten. Though cheese and bread isn't much to compare to, the sentiment is there. Thank you.

The next morning when Toriel woke and went to his room to check on him, she broke down crying after reading the note. "not another… gone… oh why… why…"

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Yo. I realize that this was rather short, but I promise they will get longer.