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pi-cat000 · 6 years

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Harry Potter/Undertale cross

Summary: Harry floats around the cosmoses as a disembodied soul, searching for empty vessels to temporary call home. Sometimes he gets a good one.

Alternative Summary: Harry becomes a skeleton through convoluted bullshit (and Undertale if you squint)

As the ye oldie saying goes: If you're going to write a crossover, make it a Harry Potter crossover.

(crack, not to be taken seriously)

I was a bit like hitting the ground at terminal velocity.

The sensation of falling then a sudden stop.

The nothingness that usually surrounded him took on a solid-like quality. And then the body, the host, container-whatever people called it- was there. Around him. In front of him? Empty. Waiting. It just needed a little something something to get it going.

A little push.

A spark to move it from a dead, lifeless husk to a container worthy of a soul. If he had had hands he would be rubbing them in anticipation. It wasn't easy, connecting a soul to a foreign body, but he had done it enough times to know the process inside and out. All it took was small magical jump start, a bit of prayer, and a whole lot of determination.

Giddily, he flipped his mental switch. A surge of energy. A spark spluttered like an empty lighter, igniting then dying just as quickly. A failed connection.

Harry waited a few beats just to be sure. It did no good to overwhelm a new body with magic before getting completely settled. Nothing worse than accidentally turning a potential container to ash.

Nothing

Nothing.

He flicked the switch, pushing more magic and energy through the connection. Something caught. A flame flickered into existence. He held his imagery breath. The fire guttered and died.

Odd. That usually did it. Harry imagined he would be frowning if he had a face. Okay, so this body needed a little more juice than usual. No biggy. If fact, a vessel more accustomed to magic was preferable. He drew himself together, condensing as much as he could.

Third time's the charm.

He flipped the switch. A thin path opened between him and the body. Harry pushed magic and energy down the tight funnel. Something caught, snagging and igniting.

Everything exploded in a triumphant flash. Magic flared about him, weaving between himself and the body, drawing them together. He was being sucked down, stretched out, spun, moulded, altered till he fit snuggly inside his new home.

And just like that Harry, former disembodied soul, became a solid, tangible, being.

Of course, everything was still dark. But it was a different sort of dark. Not the endless, soul crashing, black void-threatening to swallow your entire being the second you lost your wits-sort of dark. This was a warm, silent, darkness. The sort that came as one drifted into a dream filled sleep.

Alongside this new darkness was the sensation of being constrained to a single, solitary shape. After going so long relying on sheer force of will to hold himself together the change was a relief.

As Harry adjusted, getting himself settled, a new muted tickly feeling caught his attention. It was hard to describe and he spent a few seconds examining the sensation. Ah. That was sensory feedback. He relaxed into the awareness. No matter how many times he repeated this process the sudden ability to feel never got old. Whatever was causing the sensation was pressing down on him from all angles, enveloping all his form. It was oddly muted and he felt, dare he say, weightless. It prompted several questions. None of which could be answered at that exact moment.

Harry wasn't concerned. The fact that he was getting feedback so soon was a good sign. Sometimes it took excruciatingly long to get any proper response. Generally, this occurred when his new vessel was too broken to properly house him and he had to wait for his magic to patch it up.

He began exploring, seeking out the correct mental commands, attempting to gain some form of control. The body was familiar in some respects. It had a central mass then five additional protrusions. Arms and legs most likely. And that was a head.

A head equals eyes. Usually…God he hoped so. He missed having eyes. He also felt oddly hollow like he was missing a few parts. He did not let the sensation bother him. After a few rounds in various bodies, one of which had been a jello-like creature, he kept an open mind.

It took a bit of experimentation, messing around with different impulses, but he got his eyes working. What came to him was a vomit inducing mish mash of colour. Okay. Not what he was going for. Harry spent a few seconds trying to hammer out something interpretable. As he worked his excitement grew, building him his chest. His limbs twitched sporadically in response and proprioception set in.

Finally, after mulling over the visual feedback for an indeterminate amount of time, he managed to gain something of a comprehension. He was looking through water or some form of liquid. It was coloured green and it blurred and obstructed his vision. Odd. He squirmed but the liquid was viscous, preventing too much movement. That explained the pressure at least. Good. He had been worried that the weightless sensation meant a lack of gravity. Not that he had anything against floating. It was just that he had probably done enough of it to last him a million more lifetimes.

Just beyond the screen of green liquid, was a room. Harry examined his new view. The room was lit by the dim light of his watery green tube. A desk. Yes. That was a desk. And that…that was a pile of paper. The paper was on the desk. Fantastic. It was simple, it was mundane, it was ordinary. Bloody brilliant was what it was. He tried to make out a few more details but the liquid was making the task tricky.

He wriggled but found it laborious. It appeared he was not yet settled enough to attempt any dramatic moments. That left magic. He turned his attention inwards, examining his core. Everything seemed to have settled nicely, leading itself to the theory that this body was made for magic.

Without a focus he was limited. But, never one to be restrained by physical limitations, he decided to give it a go. A few seconds of internal mediation and he prodded his core into reacting.

Magic rippled away in a thick shockwave, smacking against the glass.

Crack.

Harry watched a thin fracture wind its way across the smooth surface, splitting the glass till it gave way. Then he was falling and it was wonderful. He loved gravity. He hit the ground. It was cold, hard and tiled. He hit the ground hard. It hurt. Fantastic. Currently, with his faced pressed into the hard ground he couldn't make out any additional details. Tired. He lay still, allowing himself to enjoy gravity.

Eventually, he spasmed hard enough to flip himself around. He was met with a grey ceiling coloured red which was flashing on an off.

He lifted his hand, staring at its skeletal structure.

Huh. So that's why he felt oddly hollow. The exposed bones of his skeletal hand twitched as he wiggled his fingers. He let his arm fall to the floor. It clanked when it made contact with the hard surface. Harry squinted down at his chest, taking in the visible ribs and the distinct lack of skin or insides. He was a skeleton.

He had so many questions.

"Ha," he managed. The sound vibrated in his frame despite a lack of vocal cords. How the hell did that work?

Overhead the red light continued to flash. Thud. Thud. Thud. Something was quickly approaching, stopping just outside the room.

Whoosh. The door slid open. Another skeleton stepped in. It was tall, wearing a lab coat, and had a mighty impressive crack running down its face. Harry stared. The skeleton stared. The red light flashed. Nothing else moved.

Righto. He tried to speak/communicate but the actions seamed beyond his current capabilities. The other skeleton remained rooted to the spot. Unmoving. Harry mentally sighed.

NOTE: so anyway. The premise for this crossover is Gaster, in a desperate attempt to revive the skeleton race, ends up cloning himself. The initial clones all fail (due to lack of determination or something) but he later manages to create Sans and Papyrus (ala Handplates ). Harry floats along and possesses one the soulless clones.

Thus a convoluted Undertale/Harry Potter crossover is born. I have other stuff written/planned because apparently I would rather write this stuff instead of study. May of may not continue.

#undertale #Harry Potter #CrossOver #because resons #why not #crack #fanfic #fanfiction #harry is a skeleton now

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