She felt the spear first, then the ground. Chara screamed and hissed along with the voice she knew as Marvolo now. It all seemed distant, and as she lay there the ringing in her ears turned to sweet silence as the darkness enveloped them. Together.

The darkness felt soft and cold, like silk sheets, it was comforting to her. Harriet opened her eyes in Death and saw the glimmering star that Chara had been using. She had never touched it on her own. It was always Chara's. She held out her hands and it floated down towards her, emitting a light so warm that it seeped into her bones.

"Hello, little star. I wish I could have another chance."

She held the star to her chest and faded into the blackness.

Sun shined down on her face as she woke up, and it took her longer than it should have to realize that she was alive. She lay there for what felt like hours, enjoying the sun and the feeling of soft golden petals under her fingers, until suddenly all at once she lept to her feet and raced toward where she knew Toriel would be—jumping over Flowey and barreling into the soft purple robes of Toriel, who hugged her back after the initial surprise.

"Well hello there! My name is Toriel. I am the caretaker of the ruins. I pass through here every day to see if someone has fallen down. My, you look like you have seen a ghost!"

Harriet wrapped her arms tightly around Toriel, smiling and starting to cry tears of joy. She didn't know what happened, or if it was all a bad dream, but she was so happy to be back here. Warm and safe, and loved.

Toriel took her hand and led her through the puzzles and over the spike trap until she left Harriet at the end of that long hallway and instead of rushing after her, Harriet sat down and rested against the pillar Toriel had hidden behind and waited.

Harriet sat and waited and fiddled with the brick phone Toriel had given her. This time, this time she would do things right. She would make friends and always show mercy no matter how much it hurt, but first, it was time to figure out if... If everything. If Chara was a dream or if it was real. So she lifted her shirt and felt for the place the spear had pierced. Grimacing when she felt the raised red scaring. It was real. She didn't know what happened to bring her back, or where Chara went, but she knew she wouldn't waste this chance.

So she picked herself up and started to walk, rustling in the leaves, taking one singular piece of candy, wiggling with moldsmals and complimenting the ghost Napstablook and tying that red ribbon into her own hair, buying food from the spider bakesale. Which that was strange in itself but Harriet had always liked spiders. The donuts were chewy and warm, and the cider was cold and refreshing. She bought one more for later and then kept walking. She rushed to hug Toriel when she finally got to her and happily sat by the fire as Toriel rambled on and on about snail facts.

Harriet Lily Potter was finally a loved child, it was plain as day for anyone to see. She knew, and by the time she was nine years old. It was clear to her that she was finally loved. Harriet loved to read and Toriel was an excellent teacher, so Harriet got to read and learn everything about the Underground and its people, and when she was nine, she told Toriel she wanted to leave and explore. Toriel protested and put up a fight but Harriet talked her into it, so with a full tummy and a slice of her favorite pie, Toriel kissed her head and sent her out the door into the cold winter air of Snowdin.

Hey! Tamwyn here! I hope everyone has had a wonderful day. So some new developments happened and my surgery has been pushed back. So I still have time to write for you guys. Remember to follow, favorite, and review! Cheers!