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Warning: Maybe M/M (Undecided, friend suggested), Gaming Elements, Anime Elements, Powerful!EventualGod-like!Grey!MaybeDark!Intelligent!Harry, Past mention of rape, abuse, neglect, and other things
A/N: Okay! It is chapter 8! Sorry to those who had ideas on Harry's gifts but those have been filled already and 1 person suggested something so far but I guess it was to be expected from a short time but meh what can you do?
Status: Alright, I think I'm fine and it's really early for right now, it's now 8:50 PM here and I'm watching Undertale stuff to get accustomed to the fandom since I haven't even heard of the fandom till my sis pranked me using something called the 'Annoying Dog' music and sounds that would randomly pop out while I do my stuff, and that was a couple of months ago, and I'll admit, the game and characters have this vibe that just pulls you in and makes you stay for the ride.
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Chapter 8
Harry looked down at the groceries and checked the list that Petunia had given him, speaking of the horse faced woman she was in another department, most likely the toy isle to buy Dudley some other expensive gift to add to his ever growing collection of unusable and broken toys that would be stored away in the second bedroom. He paused as he observed the pack of tomatoes that were on sale, he wanted that bedroom, sure he liked his cupboard but it was tiring using his Metamorphagus because he was growing out of cot and was healthier since he was eating daily and fixing his malnutrition state and it would be nice to have extra space to move around.
Putting in a wrapped raw body of a chicken with more chicken meat and raw slabs of meat for the future Christmas feast, in the cart, he continued to look around and gather the needed items. It was surprisingly peaceful since there were no ambushed, in fact there were no enemies, no demonic elves and rabid reindeers, no anything, he thought it was the fact that Christmas was right around the corner, a week from now he would get the first gifts that were real and were a mystery, it was getting harder to contain his giddiness about the subject whenever it came up so he would think of something else in the presence of the Dursleys so they wouldn't suspect anything.
Waiting in the line he ignored everything else and focused on the groceries, he ignored the groans of annoyance as Petunia cut towards him with a lot of things, he mentally rolled his eyes at her sneer of disgust and just focused on getting this over with. After being shoved into Vernon's car as he came to pick them up, he looked at the moving landscape of London, he looked at the various buildings and at the people that bustled around as they rushed to finish their Christmas shopping and prepare for next week.
In the front he heard the whale curse some other driver about their driving skills and other things, he quietly snorted and focused on the outside world, quietly waiting for them to arrive but as they neared he froze as he heard Vernon tell Petunia a piece of information that filled him with dread and hidden rage "Marge contacted me earlier, she says she will be arriving on Christmas and stay for a few days" he didn't hear the rest.
Marge Dursley, the whale's sister that was almost an exact replica of him expect for the fact she was a woman and wore dresses and she had a less hairy mustache but she was just as bad as Vernon on his worst days. Harry breathed through his nose as the car stopped, Marge would be coming, no doubt bringing the damned bull dog Ripper, he remembered when they would make Ripper chase him up a tree and they would laugh in the sidelines though he idly wondered why no other neighbor had seen that when it was in the open space of their backyard.
His fist clenched though it was hidden under the giant sleeves of Dudley's old shirt, silently grinding his teeth he heaved the bags he was forced to hold and brought them to the kitchen to store them away. He was relieved when Petunia shoved him outside the house and he left immediately, he heard Petunia screech at him to come back before sunset to fix them dinner, again he wondered why neighbors couldn't see this, he left towards the park. Expertly dodging people and Dudley's gangs as they bullied some younger boy to give up his toy, he didn't help the boy, nobody helped him so why would he help him? Sides, he was too busy blinded by his pent up anger.
He walked towards his special private field, he stood in the middle of it all before lashing out, immediately his clothes were switched into his battle clothes, he lashed out using Ice Spear spreading spears around the field and impaling trees and the ground, he sent out multiple moves of his elemental spells draining his Mana as he used one spell after another. He panted as he observed the damage he had done, the field was littered with craters, fissures, ice spears and many others.
He slumped against one of the few standing trees left, faintly he heard the crunching of snow as footsteps and worried voices started to go near him, he cursed and using his strength and agility and may have used the rest of his Mana to help, he jumped into the trees and hid among the leaves (wow, rhyming) and watched as multiple people enter the field and saw their amazement, their fear and curiosity.
Soon enough a couple of policemen had arrived and looked at the damage he caused, though it seemed one of them was extremely observant and quick to spot things out of the ordinary as soon the policeman had pointed to his spot and had pointed his gun, thinking quickly he covered his head with his hood from his jacket and buried his head into the side and jumped out dodging the bullets coming his way, ignoring the protests and commands to stop he ran and found another hiding place, hiding in the bushes he watches the policemen past him along with a few brave people with their phones out filming the whole encounter.
Switching back to Dudley's hand-me-downs he shrank his size a little and used the broken but thick sello-taped glasses to hide his eyes and walked away, he panted as the adrenaline in his veins had faded away and his Mana nearly drained. He sat on the park bench and watched as the policemen from earlier had returned along with the few that used their phones to film, he watched as the police questioned them about his breakdown.
Looking at the sky he saw it was nearing sunset, standing up he walked back to the house, he lamented at the fact he might not be able to train in his special field anymore. He sighed as he continued walking, he will have to find another place to train and relax, it was a shame though it was a beautiful field, his eyes darkened as he remembered his rage, the rage he had kept inside for years, he guessed that when he remembered about Marge the whole thing had snapped him.
He stood outside the Dursley household, he could endure it, he would endure it, he wouldn't let a female version of Vernon stop him, though he would have to move things earlier than expected. He might have to threaten Vernon after Marge leaves so he could do it properly.
He thought he could overpower the fat man with his magic and agility, he wouldn't kill him just beat him to an inch of his life, his mind flashed before something pushed, he shook his head and entered the house and went to the kitchen as instructed by Petunia and went to prepare dinner. He suspected that Vernon had somehow unknowingly cheated, from what he found while doing laundry was drugs from the finely crushed white powder that came off when he patted down the man's suit, what he didn't know was a floating being that disappeared briefly before coming back.
Harry stayed silent as he plotted on how to scare the ever-loving shit out of the Dursleys and continued the daily routine.
Glimpse of the Future
Harrison looked on contently as he watched his granddaughter shift around in her sleep, she was asleep on his couch while he was in an armchair, his favorite one to be specific. Natsumi was curled up in a red blanket with some dragons sewed into the blanket, they moved around and danced around one another, it was Natsumi's favorite, he smiled at the sleeping girl before sipping his tea.
Barely flinching when Death appeared behind him causing a gust of wind to blow out the fire and made Natsumi shiver a bit before snuggling deeper into her blanket and sighed in contentment as more warmth flooded her system, Harrison smiled softly as he had casted a warming charm on his precious granddaughter.
He glanced at his old friend while flashing a welcoming smile he gestured the being to an armchair near his and offered a cup of tea to the representation of death, Death nodded and took a seat while accepting the cup of tea, Death glanced at the small sleeping girl then turned back to his master, Harrison just sat there with a blissful smile and was continuing his cup of tea.
For moments the room was engulfed in comfortable silence between the two and sleeping third before it was broken by the soft clank of Death's cup being put down to it's plate, Death stared at his master as Harrison finished his cup and setting it down "Yes Death? As much as I love your visits, I know you have something to tell me now" he told his old friend, years of experience backing the statement making Death let out a whispy chuckle "Yes I know master" Death said before an emotionless expression appeared on his face making Harrison frown "Master... Soon you younger counterpart will remember that night... And Time will be set on his course while Fate will begin to help" Death informed the black haired master who nodded and smiled "I see... My younger self will be fine as you can see, you have done much especially sealing away that night and restoring my purity. Time the old geezer will be excited in participating once again as is old baba Fate" Harry smiled at the faint voices ringing in his head that sounded like protests and grumbles.
Death nodded as Harrison refilled his cup and looked down to his cup of cooling tea and see his reflection shift into Harry who was fast asleep in his cupboard "I suggest you go, you already know this as you did say 'Death is always and everywhere yet its never and nowhere'" he quoted with a beaming smile, Death let out a raspy laugh and disappeared into the shadows, Harrison tsked at the waste of tea but left it there.
"Grandpa?" Harrison looked back and cooed as a sleepy Natsumi lift herself from the couch and walk towards him, he swept the lightly giggling girl into his arms and sat down, Natsumi let out a yawn before asking "Was Uncle Shin here?" snorting at the nickname he smiled softly at his granddaughter "Yes my dragonette, Uncle Shin was here, he didn't want to wake you so he left" he told her softly, Natsumi nodded sleepily before snuggling into her blankets and grandfather before going back into the land of Hypnos.
Harrison would have join her but a screen popped in front of him and he beamed as he read it
[Undertale] wishes to call. Answer?
[Yes] No
Beaming as he quickly but quietly answered he found himself facing a grinning skeleton "heya" he greeted and Harrison smiled "Hello Sans~!"
Back into the Past but Time Skip
Harry gritted his teeth as Marge came in, it was the morning before Christmas eve, his giddiness was buried away as the fat woman immediately after cooing after his cousin and greeted blandly at Petunia, came for him "Stupid boy's still here? Still should've said to throw the boy into the bloody orphanage" she commented snidely to her brother, Harry mentally growled and ignored the woman, last until tonight and tomorrow, he said in his mind making it into a mantra.
A/N: THATS ALL FOR NOW! I AM BONE TIRED SO GOODBYE, and in chapter 9 we will reveal the gifts! Hope you enjoyed. NEMO. ATE.YOUR. SANDWICH