Chapter 7
Over the weekend, the small group had found themselves spending their spare time by the lake on the grounds.
"How's it been for you in Slytherin?" Asriel asked Harry after a long moment.
Harry shrugged in response.
Blaise gave him a look before he spoke. "Some of the others in our House aren't fond of him," he commented. "None of them would ever attack him out of fear of retaliation from someone else, but their distaste is pretty clear to those who know where to look."
Asriel frowned at Harry, seeing him looking down and playing with the grass underneath him.
Chara gave Harry a long look, but said nothing.
"But no one's hurt him?" Frisk pressed.
Blaise shrugged, then shook his head. "Not physically anyway. I don't know if any of them have verbally attacked him. He's almost always with Chara or me."
Frisk turned their gaze to Chara patiently.
But Chara only shook their head in response to a silent question. "You'd know if someone had, because they'd be dead."
Frisk went to argue, but then rolled their eyes instead. "And you'd be back to fighting with Sans, as I'm sure we all know,"
"Never said it'd be me to kill them," Chara pointed out. "I remember on the train you said you'd be more than willing to fight for Harry should it come to it,"
Frisk went red before they looked down. "That doesn't mean I'd kill them...just....fighting and killing are different!"
"Do you know how easy it is to kill someone with a single hit, Frisk?" Chara questioned, a knowing grin spreading across their face. "Why don't you ask Sans? I'm sure he'd be willing to tell you."
Harry went to glare at Chara before something dawned on him. "No. Stop that, Chara."
Chara's eyes went to Harry, red meeting defiant green. "Stop what?"
Harry's eyes narrowed at that. "Stop teasing Frisk. You know they don't like fighting, or the thought of killing anyone,"
"Nor do you," Chara finished, giving a pleased smile. "But you still stood up to me just now,"
Harry shrugged in response.
Blaise hesitated before he spoke up. "You know that a lot of people in the Wizarding World expect you to fight, right?" he asked Harry, tone curious.
Harry looked back down with a frown.
Frisk frowned, and Chara spoke up. "He won't be, though. If anything, he'll talk to the people that he's expected to fight against. Who's he supposed to be against?"
As soon as Blaise answered, Chara's eyes lit in understanding and they looked to Frisk. "We'll have plenty to report to Mom and Sans, at least."
Blaise seemed lost, but didn't question the siblings. He'd learned a long time ago that it wasn't worth the headache to have answers to all his questions.