Harry stared at the little kid on the couch. This was really the entity that had even Sans scared? Sure, he knew that big things came in small packages, and it was said to never judge a book by its cover, but really? This little kid? As he kept staring, he noticed the kid fidgeting a little, and realized he had been staring for perhaps a little too long. He abruptly looked away. "Sorry for staring," he mumbled.

Harry noticed Frisk shake their head from the corner of his eyes. He turned back to them a little and realized they had started to sign something to him. "Um, sorry, I can't read sign yet," he apologized. He looked around, shuffling in the drawers of the living room table. He found a notepad and a pen. "Here you go," he said.

Frisk beamed up at him, and Harry realized that the kid's eyes were a thinner almond shape than his. Perhaps of Asian descent, like Pavarti and Padma? He smiled hesitantly back at them, and handed them the pad and pen. The kid started scribbling down something, and then turned the pad to him.

It's ok. I was kinda staring at you too. He read.

"Oh, ok. Yeah, we were both staring, we're we?" Harry said, rubbing the back of his head with his hand, realizing that his hair was softer than it used to be. "I'm not really used to the way I look yet either."

Frisk started scribbling again. Would you like me to teach you some Sign Language? Harry read. He smiled at the little kid.

"Yes, that would be kind of you," he said warmly.

So they spent the afternoon going over basic sign language. Harry was actually paying attention to something he was supposed to be learning, for once. He remembered having once been very eager to learn everything. That had soon become a broken dream with the Dursley's involved. As soon as he started bringing home higher marks than Dudley, the Dursley's had assumed he was cheating with his 'freakishness', and had punished him all the more.

Harry had learned to hide his intelligence and not do better than Dudley. Then, at Hogwarts, his first and best friend, Ron, hadn't applied himself at all in classes, and Harry had not wanted to overshadow Ron, especially with the way Ron had treated Hermione for applying herself.

But now, Harry realized that it was all so stupid. Whether or not he applied himself in classes had completely to do with himself rather than Ron or Hermione, or the Dursleys. If he wanted to do good in the world, he had to learn how to do it. And so he had taken after King Asgore's lessons on monster history and politics with a vengeance. He had learned a little bit of sign language before today, but now that he had someone to talk to in Sign Language, he was more determined than ever to learn it.

Still, learning a language was never easy. By the end of the afternoon, he could spell out his and Frisk's name, and say hello and goodbye, but he struggled with learning the whole alphabet in one sitting. Frisk assured him he was doing well, and thanked him for the effort he was making.

"Oh, you don't have to thank me," he said to that. "Anyone should make the effort to learn at least a little bit of Sign Language if they're going to be around someone who is deaf or mute."

Oh, I'm not mute. Frisk wrote.

Harry blinked. "Oh?" He didn't want to be rude, but now he was curious.

I just don't like speaking. Frisk responded.

Harry frowned, but nodded. "I see. Well... It's your business, I don't want to pry." he told them.

Thank you.

It was at that moment when Sans and Alphys walked in the door. Alphys looked over at the small kid and squealed. "Awww aren't you so cute?!" she squeaked.

Frisk ducked their head, and Alphys 'awwed' again. "Alphys, we're here on business, remember?" Sans reminded the yellow dinosaur.

Alphys turned a little red and nodded. "Right, s-sorry," she stammered. She looked over at Harry, and smiled awkwardly at him. "OK, are you and uh, F-Frisk(?)" she turned to Frisk in askance, who nodded. "...ready?" she completed her sentence.

"I am," Harry said. Frisk nodded.

Alphys took out the Soul Scanner that she had used on Harry previously, and brought it over to Frisk, who was sitting as still as a statue. "It's ok, it won't hurt," she assured Frisk. "Please lay down, and I'll scan this over your body."

Frisk looked at Harry with scared eyes. "It's ok, Frisk, nothing bad will happen," Harry promised.

Frisk took in a shaky breath, then laid down on the couch. Alphys started up the machine, and began scanning Frisk's body. When she got to the area above Frisk's heart, she stopped, looking down at the device with wide eyes. "What in the... There's three WHOLE SOULS in here! How on earth are you still living, child?!" she exclaimed.

"What do you mean, how are they still living?" Harry asked, as Sans exclaimed: "Three?!"

Alphys looked up at Harry and Sans. "The stronger the Soul in a human body, the more strain it puts on their physical form. A human body just isn't made of enough magic to hold more than one Soul. Sometimes you can get away with two Souls, but a third? And as strong as this one is? I can't believe Frisk isn't in some sort of magical coma!" Alphys said.

"So we have to remove them," Sans said immediately. Alphys shook her head.

"With Harry it's different - that piece of Soul has been prevented from intertwining itself in Harry's own Soul by his magic, but Frisk doesn't have any such magic. The more powerful Soul of the other two has intertwined itself inside Frisk's Soul so much that the Soul Extractor won't work. In fact, it would likely kill Frisk."

Frisk's eyes went wide and they curled up immediately. "N-n-n-n-o-o!" they protested, their voice hoarse and weak from disuse.

"We won't use that on you, Frisk," Harry said seriously. "Right, Alphys, Sans?" He looked at them sternly. Alphys immediately shook her head.

"O-of c-course not!" Alphys stammered.

Sans, however, looked at Harry for a long time. Harry stared back at him, his eyes hard. "We will not, Sans," He said very seriously.

Sans sighed. "No, we won't," he said. "But there has to be some way of removing that Soul from Frisk."

"A Soul Unraveler?" Alphys suggested. "We could always use the base of the Soul Extractor, to write the code and create something like that!"

You say: No.

Harry blinked. He had never experienced anything like that before. It was like the world had blurred for a moment. Sans and Alphys didn't seem phased at all. "What do you mean, no, Kid?" Sans demanded. "We have to get rid of those Souls in your body."

You say: There is no need.

Harry was really confused now. There seemed to be something, or someone, speaking through Frisk, impressing their words into Harry's mind, though Sans and Alphys didn't seem to notice this. "There is a need, Kid," Sans insisted. "We can't have whoever is controlling you start..." He glanced at Alphys. "...doing bad stuff again."

"I don't think that's Frisk saying those things," Harry said seriously.

Sans turned to Harry. "What?"

You say: I am NOT going to give up control.

Sans turned slowly to Frisk, glaring hard. "So, it is you. Murderer," he spat.

You say: Murder is subjective. Good, Bad, they are all subjective. It just depends on whose side you are on.

"And whose side are you on?" Harry cut in.

You say: I'm on my own side.

"Isn't that lonely?" Harry said sadly.

You say: Loneliness is a human invention.

"And you aren't human?"

You say: Not anymore. I have ascended above humanity.

Harry snorted. "How arrogant of you. You're worse than Voldemort."

You say: Voldemort failed in his ideals. I have not.

"Haven't you? I've prevented you from killing everyone so far, haven't I?" Sans spat.

You say: I was playing with you, Subject One. Don't push your luck. Sans' back stiffened, and Harry saw his hand curl up, where the metal plate was.

Harry's claws came out instinctively as he grit his teeth. "Don't talk to him that way!" Harry snapped.

You say: I'll talk to him however I want, FREAK.

Harry's eyes flashed, and his wings flared out, silver and grey feathers scattering everywhere.

You say: Oh, how scary. Is the Freak getting upset?

"S-S-S-t-t-t-o-o-p!" Alphys was suddenly between Harry and Frisk -or rather, whatever was controlling Frisk's body. "Th-th-i-i-s-s is g-getting u-us n-no-nowhere!" She was shaking but determined, and Harry couldn't help but be proud of her for coming so far in such a short period of time.

You are surprised. Alphys never came out of her shell without your help -one way or another.

Harry shivered. He still didn't know what the warping of the world meant, but he didn't like it. He stared at Frisk, wondering what he could do to get whatever was controlling them to stop. "Look, obviously we have different goals - I would say that we have different ideas about how the world works. But surely we can come to a compromise," he tried to placate the being.

You stare at the monster-human hybrid. This... this, 'Harry'... you knew of the Harry Potter series, but this wasn't anything you'd seen before. You weren't used to not knowing every outcome of the situation. You wanted to Reset, but something told you that would be a bad idea.

Harry could almost feel the scrutiny of whoever was behind Frisk's eyes. He tried to seem like he knew what he was doing.

Eventually, you say: What kind of compromise are you suggesting?

Harry almost sighed in relief. The being was willing to compromise. That was good. "Obviously, you don't want to leave this world, right?" he checked.

You say: No, I don't.

Harry nodded. "What if, we could get Alphys to make a body for you, like she made a body for Mettaton?" He asked.

You hesitate. Then: I'm not sure if I could exist beyond Frisk's body. This is all... just a... game, a story, a... parallel to what I really am."

Harry didn't know what to say to that. "Um... I don't know exactly what you mean, but... ok. Can't we ask you to take a step back and allow Frisk to have their own life?"

You say: And what about MY life?

Harry hesitated, then sighed. "Well, I'm sure we could come up with some sort of compromise; where you get time to do what you want -within reason," he glared them for a moment. "And Frisk still gets to live, too."

You give Harry a look, before nodding: That would be acceptable.

Harry sighed with relief. "Good, that's good," he said. He looked over at Sans. "Are you ok with all this?" he asked him.

Sans was still staring at Frisk's body with fury in his eye-lights. He clenched his jaw, before looking at Harry. "And let this murderer slide by with killing everyone over and over and over again?"

Harry shook his head. "We have to get over this, Sans," he said carefully. "I know that they have done some bad stuff, but like Papyrus says, Everyone can be a good person, if they just try."

Sans' fury drained at the mention of Papyrus. "Fine," he relented. He looked at Frisk. "But if they step one toe out of line, I'm not going to hesitate on using any means possible to stop them."

You look at Sans with amusement, but say nothing.

Harry shivered. "OK, whatever you are doing, please stop, it's freaking me out," Harry said.

You weren't sure what Harry was talking about. 'What?'

"That! That... warping of the world or whatever you're doing!" Harry insisted.

You paused. You were only taking 'Actions'. He could sense you affecting the world with your Actions? 'It's part of my power. It's the only way I can physically interact with this world.' You say.

"Huh. That's weird," Harry complained. "But, if you can't help it, I suppose I'll just have to get used to it. Now, can we have Frisk back?"

You retreated, letting Frisk come forward.

Frisk immediately threw themselves at Harry, tears pouring from their chocolate-brown eyes. "Hey, hey, it's ok, Frisk," Harry mumbled, wrapping his arms around the little kid. It was easy to forget that Frisk was only ten years old; they weren't really emotionally equipped to deal with such mind-boggling circumstances. "We'll deal with everything as it comes, OK, Frisk? I won't let anything happen to you," Harry said softly.

"T-t-th-aaa-nk y-y-you," they whispered hoarsely, and continued to cling to Harry. He let them; he still wasn't used to positive physical contact, but he would do this for them.