What Wizards Fear
'Talking'
"Thinking"
Alright before we start this first chapter is going to be mostly a background for this story. Yes, Harry Potter is turning into a skeleton His Font Is Montserrat which is what this title is written in. That's it, I don't Own Harry Potter Or Undertale.
'A Long time ago there was a great war between two races. The Monsters and the Humans, The Monster Race fought valiantly against The Humans but they couldn't stand against the might of Human souls. You see Monsters have a natural weakness against Humans, there were humans who could reset after death some that couldn't die. But Monsters, Monsters were weaker, their souls couldn't manifest those powers, their souls couldn't handle the Determination.
So why did The Humans attack then you ask why were they scared of the Monsters, because you see there are two reasons, One of them were what were known as Boss Monsters, Monsters that had absorbed a Human Soul. They were incredibly powerful with a might that could match humans. The second well The Skeletons were the most powerful of Monsters, they were feared above all because they were once Human not any Humans mind you But Mages the humans that's Souls powered them to break reality bend nature.
And from them a species of Monsters was born The Skeletons their Souls turned their magic changing them their skin slowly fading away their eye being turned into pure magic, each skeleton spoke different they could speak every language but their voices became literal representations of writing fonts. But sadly even with these powerful editions the Monsters lost pushed back until finally The Mages trapped them deep Underground. The Seven Mages that made the seal that locked away the monsters were Salazar Slytherin, Rowena Ravenclaw, Helga Hufflepuff, Godric Gryffindor, Antioch Peverell, Cadmus Peverell and Ignotus Peverell.
Unknown to the other six Ignotus had a secret, a dangerous one for him and his descendants. He was a Skeleton hidden under his cloak he sealed away his brethren, changing the spell the other six were going to use hidden in the spell was a special way of breaking it. All it would require is one Skeleton born of his line from the outside to break this seal and release those who he cared for. And so unlike the others he tied his soul into this spell as his body faded the others were shocked. This is the story of my forefather Ignotus and what he went through. I am Harry Potter Or I was and this is how I showed the world what Wizards fear.'
With a Start I sat up in my bed in the Dursleys home. I had felt something strange happen, I looked at the clock and it was 12am on July 31st. My 15th birthday then I felt it again like a pulse from my chest and my forehead. Then an unnatural screech broke in my mind and my scar split open small black wisps coming out and forming a fragment of a heart. This little fragment then shattered and the noise stopped and the pulsing got stronger and stronger in my chest until a Burnt Orange heart flitted out and floated there for a few seconds and slowly oh so slowly it started rotating to the side, until it ended its' rotation facing upside down it pulsed three times the Colors it held burning around it until it slid back into my chest.
I wouldn't know until the next day just how important that event was. 'BOY get down here now!' I heard Uncle Vernon's voice blasting through the house. Tiredly I got out of bed rubbing my chest remembering what had happened earlier that morning. The two hearts or my brain auto corrected itself. "Those two souls one complete my own and the other one that was not." I blinked at that thought where had that come from why did I know that they were souls. 'BOY I SAID GET DOWN HERE NOW!' Jumping slightly at how much louder Uncle Vernon had gotten I quickly got dressed and ran down stairs. Not looking long enough in the mirror to see if I was looking well enough.
When I got down to where my Family was I stopped in surprise because standing in the doorway was a Goblin. 'Ah Mister Potter thank you for joining us if you would please come with me there is much to discuss. Away from prying eyes and ears.' I could only nod numbly before the Goblin grabbed my wrist and with a twist we were gone. I stumbled when we stopped spinning and swung my hand blindly. Unexpected to me my hand lit up orange and the Goblin in front of me paled to a pure white and all around me the room became black.
As I was looking around wildly I stopped to stare in shock as a sideways deep purple heart was pulled from the Goblins chest. Even more things started to happen, music started to play and I could feel it. My soul seemed to be the source of the music, my hand still glowing orange. 'I see so you went through your Magical inheritance. As you can tell Mister Potter there are things you don't understand currently. Now I've had quite enough of this situation.' and with a snapping sound the Room went back to normal and the music stopped. The beating of my soul stopped too. 'Mister Potter what you just did is called soul combat, and there are only a few who can initiate it. More specifically Monsters, I don't mean that in a way as a bad saying I mean the Race of Monsters.'
'Monsters can begin what is called soul combat where they pull the soul of a creature out and directly attack it. Now you would be special Mister Potter and the first of very few we managed to get to before the Ministry considering the blood wards surrounding the house I found you in I can understand why. I will answer your questions after I finish explaining the basics. Is that acceptable?' I stared at him for a minute before finally saying 'Yes sir.' He smiled, 'That's good Mister Potter. Now the sir part is what I should be calling you. Because you see We goblins are Half Monsters you are a full Monster. In fact the most Powerful type of Monster. You, Harry Potter have become a Skeleton. In fact if you pull your soul out and let me see I can tell you what your soul's power comes from. I think I have an Idea from your eyes but I can't hurt to be sure.' He stared at me for a few minutes before something seemed to click in his eyes.
'Oh that would be right you wouldn't know how to yet, let me explain. To pull your own soul out, reach deep inside and feel the pulse that will be there. Then metaphorically pull on that pulse and it will come out.' He smiled viciously at me again. I decided to listen to his advice and closed my eyes and reached deep into myself searching. Then I felt it, a pulse following the same beat of that song from before, with an effort I pulled and opened my eyes and floating in front of me was the Soul from earlier a deep Burnt Orange Upside Down Heart that seemed to be burning constantly.
'Ah I see Mister Potter you have a very powerful soul, I doubt many humans will be able to stand against you once you're trained. But anyways I told you I would tell you what your soul is powered by. Mister Potter your soul is Powered by Determination and Bravery Thus the burnt orange color with the fire burning around it.' I nodded, it felt right to agree with him about what powers my soul. Right as he was about to start speaking a Blaring alarm sounded through the bank. 'Master Potter you must leave back to the house I got you from there is only one way you are a Monster, You are born of Ignotus Peverell and if I had to guess you have a family heirloom cloak wear it all times. It will protect you from being discovered for a Monster.' With those words he threw a stone at me and My world spun again.
A/N- Well Well Well what did I do I made a story whoops I didn't mean to put two new stories out in the same day but It felt right this idea blew into my mind so I went with it I hope everyone enjoys this.