Its the middle of winter, the snow is falling heavily onto the frozen ground, the stars shine bright above. The news called for a blizzard tonight, one of which has never been seen before.

A small child with messy black hair and tired emerald green eyes huddles against the side of a house, desperate for any warmth his worn ratty clothes cannot grant him.

Its cold, so cold his body has gained a blue tint.

He wants to go back inside but Uncle has forbidden it, dragging him from the warmth of his cupboard and throwing him out into the snow before locking the door so he cannot re-enter.

Its cold.

So very cold.

He's going to die.

Already he finds it difficult to stay awake. His body is numb, a sign which all to gleefully informs him that he's already half dead. If he goes to sleep now, he knows he will not awake.

He doesn't want to die.

He doesn't want to freeze to death.

He doesn't want the cold to stay.

He wants warmth, safety and comfort.

He wants to live.

If anyone bothered to ask him later, the young child known as Freak wouldn't be able to tell you what happned. One moment, his hands had been the same as always; small and pale, delicate- according to some- and the next...

His hands had been consumed by a crimson flame so bright and warm he cannot help but stare for a moment, but soon the wonder dies as logic rushing to the surface.

He does what any child would do upon suddenly finding their hands reformed as flames:

He screams.


For a moment, confussion filled the emreald eye teen as he suddenly went from being chased by his adorable Nibling to standing right outside the room Toriel had permitted him to use for them. The pie was no longer in his hands, instead one was outreached for the doorknob as though about to open it.

Had he not done this already?

Was it all just a daydream?

Frowning softly, he turned the knob and slowly pushed it open so the aged hinges wouldn't creak and wake his sleeping Nibling...

On second thought, maybe not so sleeping.

Strangely enough, Frisk was awake; sitting on the carpeted floor as they rapidly devoured the piece of Butterscotch-Cinnamon Pie as though someone was about to come and steal it away.

Curious.

What was even more intriguing was the truimph look he recieved upon the younger finally took notice of him standing in thier doorway.


The RUINS are a bit small in Harry's own opinion but they're rather cozy.

They're peaceful, quite and content. He's likes to explore them, though Frisk wasn't interested in doing- something that had momentarily baffled the elder as his younger Nibling was usually always up for exploring the unknown- its lost a moment later when Frisk explains that Toriel would be teaching her how to make The Pie.

He's tempted to stay himself and learn the sacred recipe but is quickly pushed out the front door by his Nibling under the childish rationale of 'No Boys allowed'.

Its in the RUINS, not long after he left the Spider Bake Sale with a pocket lighter of gold and both hands full of donuts and cider that he first encounters it.

A strangely glowing light, much like a star; hidden upon a trail leading to where Toriel promised would be a bowl of Monster Candy- he needed something to bring home to Frisk after all. If asked, Harry wouldn't be able to say what possessed him to touch it only that the consequences where rather strange in on theirselves.

Harry Potter LV2 Ruins-Entrance

*Save Return

He blinks, once, twice, but the words do not fade and the world around him seems to be on pause...

What the hell is going on?

For a moment, The emerald eyed teen just stood there as though expecting the answer to fall from the sky before sighing when it didn't and pressing the SAVE button. He wasn't sure what was going on but he really didn't have much to lose.

Thankfully that seemed to do the trick as the world once more restarted.


"Two Anomalies?"

White pinprick eyes stared at the machine before him with the closest thing to a frown the skeleton could acquire.

Two anomalies? It was far too earlier for even, after all Frisk wasn't scheduled to fall for a couple more years...

Yet there where two registered upon the device.

Had Frisk arrived earlier?

And the other... Did it have something to do with why Grillby just vanished into thin air some twenty years ago without so much as a speck of dust left behind? After all besides the Fire Elemental's disappearance it was the only change within this Time Line.