I'm gonna say right now that I'm sorry i wrote this chapter. It is mostly useless but there is a little bit at the end about how the monsters are doing without the humans. And don't mind her name (you'll understand if you read it) I just used it for fun.

She walked through the corridors with her head down and her eyes following her feet. As she came to the second floor she sat on the stairs. They shifted underneath her, but she just sat there, wondering where they would take her. They stopped at the third floor and she remembered what Dumbledore had said at the feast when they'd arrived.

"The third floor is off limits to those who do not wish to die."

Many of the first years looked either terrified or curious, but most of the older kids didn't seem to care. They were all pretty used to unusually things such as that. This girl in particular was thinking about the warning with something other than curiosity as she climbed the steps and began wandering around the third floor. She opened some doors, peeked in, then closed it again. She eventually came to a locked door and drew out her wand to unlock it.

"Hey, you!" It was Mr. Filch, the caretaker at Hogwarts. "What are you doing up here, Black?"

"It's not Black, Sir. Didn't I tell you I got adopted?"

"Hmm. Good for you. Now, what are you doin up here kid?"

"I was on the stairs and got sidetracked and I must've gotten off on the wrong floor."

"What were you even doing on the stairs, shouldn't you be in the dungeon with the other Slytherins?" Fun fact, Filch hates the Slytherins more than any other class, though he hates everyone anyways so it's easy to hide it. This girl, however, has always been an exception.

flashback. Also, you don't have to be reading this to be completely honest, I just got bored and decided to throw in something new.

The young girl was crying on the steps that night. Everybody was long gone from the corridors, but her items were still littered on the ground. It was that kid, the one in her house. The so-called savior was so cruel to her, yet she never fought back. The child just stared at them, or sometimes even smiled.

Today was different though. Today, the young girl had just sat on the ground as one of her items had been crushed under a boy's foot. A couple Ravenclaws passed as the child began to cry for once. She was shaking and weeping and the Slytherin actually looked startled. They all left her like that, and there she's been sitting for fifteen minutes.

She gathered up the broken locket in her hands and attempted to fix it with her wand. Filch had had enough of her weeping over a broken locket as her scrubbed the floors where her ink had broken and stained. He stood and left. He returned with a teacher to find her scrubbing the floor with one hand and the other held to her chest. She'd thrown her stuff into her bag, including the broken ink bottles, but it's not like it mattered, her books were already stained.

"What are you doing?" Snape stared down at the girl, but she just continued scrubbing the floor with one hand. He grabbed her hand and pulled so she would face him. Her eyes were so sad and there were still tears. She had a black eye under the hair she combed over it.

"How did that happen?"

"I ran into a wall."

"A wall doesn't do that."

"This is Hogwarts. If I leaned against a wall here, I wouldn't be surprised if it disappeared just for a good laugh." Nobody smiled.
 She pulled her arm away and began scrubbing the floor again. Snape was as expressionless as ever as he pulled out his wand and flicked it without a word. The ink disappeared and the books in her bag were fixed.

"Thank you sir. I apologize the mess."

"You're forgetting something."

"What?" He looked to her hand, which was still holding onto the locket. He held out his hand and she reluctantly handed it to him.

"Reparo." Nothing happened. He tried again as the girl stared at the floor again. "Is there a spell on this?"

"Yes. I don't think it's fixable."

"Come to my classroom tomorrow first thing and I'll have fixed it."

"Okay, but…" She glanced to Filch for a moment before looking back at her feet. "Thank you, sir."

He turned and left without another word, leaving her to head to her dorms. Filch just stood there for a moment, shocked. I wonder why…

Snape was surprisingly kind to her. She thought he spoiled her, but, compared to some other students, he practically ignored her. Sometimes, when she was having trouble with Potions, he would help. When she couldn't figure out Transfigurations, Professor McGonagall tutored her and loaned her books to help. Sometimes, when the sun was beginning to set but she was hesitant to return to her house, she would sneak out to the Quidditch Field and watch until last minute.

Once, when she accidently fell asleep in the field staring up at the sky, she woke up to Dumbledore staring down at her.

"H-headmaster! I-I'm sorry, I must've fallen asleep!" She stood and began dusting off the grass, noticing that the stars were out.

"Ah, it's you. I was wondering who was out here. I'll say, studying for Astronomy class, very wise of you." He winked at her and she smiled. They walked back to the castle then. She gripped his sleeve as they walked, smiling even wider as he grabbed her hand gently.

For many years, the child would smile at Filch every time she saw him. She'd been hoping that maybe one day he'd return it. She sent him a card for every holiday, though she did not send it. Christmas she made some cat treats with the card. She doubt he let Mrs. Norris eat them though. Sometimes she would wait on the stairs until she had to return. Mrs. Norris became curious once and walked up to her.

"Hello Mrs. Norris. You're such a pretty cat, Mr. Filch must be so proud of you." She held her hand out to the cat to sniff, then carefully pet her. The cat purred.

"What are you doing to Mrs. Norris!?" The cat didn't jump, but instead laid down on her lap.

"I'm sorry Mr. Filch, she was just too beautiful to resist petting. I've never had a cat before."

"Come here, Mrs. Norris," he said as he picked her up. She struggled a little bit, but stopped when he began rubbing her. He walked away. Then next day, she sat there again. She was working on some history homework as Mrs. Norris strutted up, her tail in the air. She laid beside me.

"Hello again, Mrs. Norris." The child smiled as she pet the cat, but stopped as footsteps began down the stairs. She turned to see Filch staring at her. Instead of starting a fight, the child stood and stuffed stuff into her bag as she walked away.

The bullying never ended, even when she wasn't in school.

Her heart broke after running into a young boy while shopping. Frisk had glared at her. But it seems that this year the students were nicer. Or, at least, they ignored her for the most part.

She loved it.

Back to present. This part's about the monsters.

Toriel hung the letter on the fridge, as she'd done with Frisk's every year she went to Hogwarts. At the end of the year, they were all put into a book to remember the year by.

She'd loved seeing Harry's little owl come through the portal. Papyrus was also delighted as he got to bring the owl home. Sans read their letter out loud, but there didn't seem to be as much on their's as there was on Toriel and Asgore's. Alphys and Undyne came over from their house just to see the letters.

Undyne opened one from Harry and began laughing while Alphys sat beside her on the couch blushing and hiding her face.

"WHAT'S SO FUNNY?"

Sans snatched away the letter. "Something seems fishy here. Does Harry know something we don't?"

Undyne stopped mid-laughter and turned to Alphys.

"D-don't look a-at me!"

"You didn't-"

"No!"

"DIDN'T WHAT?"

"What?" Undyne said, grinning at Papyrus.

"WHAT DIDN'T SHE DO?"

"I don't know what she didn't do."

Toriel and Sans were laughing now too and Asgore was sipping tea, obviously confused. Alphys was still blushing and hiding her face.

Despite all their laughter and jokes, they all missed Harry and Frisk (Harry mostly because they were used to Frisk being gone).