AN: Hey guys! I just realised… Undertale and Harry Potter have more in common than I thought they did! J-Just read and you'll find out why!

Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, unable to die… The first time it happened was as a baby…

Voldemort pointed his wand at the baby boy, aiming his murderous wand at him as he shouted the incantation. "Avada Kedavra!" He shouted out, a green light flying at the boy and hitting him, in a split second the world went black and white, a box with a heart in it hit by a bolt of green light, shattering it… After a few moments it shook, repairing itself and sending the bolt back at the dark wizard, killing him, and taking part of his Soul to stabilise itself after coming back…

The second time was a few years later.

4 year old Harry cried out in pain, as he was crushed under the broken TV, the box and grey world coming back, as the heart was crushed by a metal box, shattering it as it was hit, the box vanishing, but it refused… Played off as a lucky survival.

The third time? Intentional…

Vernon pointed his gun at the back of the 10 year old boy's head, firing at it and prepared to blow his brains out. The world slowed down as the bullet approached his head, the world appearing again, along with the heart, shattering as it was hit by the bullet… But it refused, Vernon raged but the bullet was gone, so the boy had no clue about it.

The fourth time happened later, but not before some odd moments…

Harry stared down the greasy man, refusing to back down as a red light filled his eyes, forcing the man to look away or be blinded…

Harry stared down Malfoy on the brooms in the sky… Refusing to back down from any confrontation as Malfoy's heart beat a mile a second… Forcing him to throw the ball so he would escape that stare…

Harry stared down the thing in the forest, his eyes and pure determination forcing the beast to flee…

Harry stared quirrel right in the eye as he held his hands to his face… It was also the fourth time… Harry's hands started to crumble as well, dying with quirrel, as the heart appeared and was crushed by rubble. But it refused, and Harry's body reformed, now aware something was wrong…

Nothing happened over the summer, luckily… But he was worried, wizards didn't come back from dying! How did he survive?

The next school year was rough, his young appearance not helping him at all when he was targeted as the heir of Slytherin… Saying it was caused by dark magic… Really he had just hit the limit on his stunted growth, permanently…

He died again when he found a snake near the end of the year, heading to a bathroom, the heart being hit by a laser of some sort and breaking. But it refused, and he went after it…

He died another time when he stabbed the basilisk with a sword, the fang's venom in his arm killing him… The heart appeared, being burnt away at by acid, shattering. But… It refused, and the phoenix sat there and watched him curiously, he wondered if it had something to do with his rebirth…

He died next on the train in his third year. The Dementors came in, he stood up, eyes glowing crimson red as they froze before taking his SOUL, the heart getting pulled towards it and cracking… But it refused before hitting it and flying back towards harry, something only he could see…

He died again when he fell from his broom, slamming into the ground, the heart taking the damage and shattering, but of course… It refused, weaker due to the impact but refused none the less and none the wiser…

He died once again when he woke up in the night, finding Ron about to be attacked, or it seemed like it too him… He ran and jumped in front of the knife as it cut him… The heart slashing in two… But it refused, and black ran…

He died once more when the Dementors swarmed him and Sirius, his eyes glowing a bright red as he tried to protect the two of them, his SOUL was pulled apart quickly, but… It refused and flew back together as a bright red light pushed the Dementors away…

He almost died again when he cast the patronus, focusing on his determination and not his happy memories, causing it to be red, and in the shape of a floating red heart, his SOUL he realised, with a floating knife and a stick next to it… Making him almost collapse from exhaustion…

He died once again to the dragon, the fire roasting his SOUL and shattering it… But it refused, and he moved quickly to avoid it, making it look like he dodged.

He died multiple times underwater to different creatures choking him, each time shattering and refusing…

He died again when he and Cedric were hit by the killing curse, his SOUL unable to absorb it, and instead refusing, and losing the SOUL chunk, keeping the connection…

He died again in the duel, Refusing and making it look like he tripped…

He died once more the next year, the Dementors taking his SOUL apart as Dudley ran. But it refused as he struggled, hitting it in the face…

He died to Gawp, refused… He died to the blood quills every single time, Refused! But he was still careful, not knowing when this strange gift would run out… He died to the glass that covered him, the possession, which nearly destroyed his SOUL and his determination… Only surviving and refusing because he wasn't ready to die yet… This kept going on for the next few years, being called lucky, amazing… The boy-who-dodged… That one he didn't deserve…

The last times he did it willingly, other than an accident… Was his seventh year. He faced Voldemort down and he was killed… Refusing and pretending to be dead, then later he duelled him, and a small spark hit him, it killed him, knocking him down… The SOUL refused quickly though, and he jumped up when Voldemort was distracted, and… Using not a spell, but a charm, destroyed the one who couldn't love. A cheering charm variant, designed to enhance feelings of care and love… When asked he said it was a fluke and he wasn't sure how he survived… Harry Potter… Or as they call him now…

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