Chapter 11
Nothing became of Harry's silent anger for a good while - Sans stuck around even after Toriel left, only showing himself from time to time, and only ever to the small group that had formed around his 'siblings'.
Harry never responded to any advances made toward him for conversation by any of them, and eventually, Chara stopped trying to talk to him - Frisk and Asriel didn't give up, though they gave the boy his space.
Sans wasn't happy with the entire situation - he didn't like how cold Harry had become in his anger. But he said nothing to the youngest of the kids, just told the others to keep an eye on him.
Nothing happened until about a month after - close to Christmas holidays.
At that point, Harry found himself cornered in the corridor closest to the library while his siblings were doing their homework - last minute, which Harry didn't understand but he hadn't said anything about it.
"Well, well, look who it is. The little Snake's all on his own."
Harry recognized that voice and gave a mental sigh as he turned to face the boy only to see two others with him. One of them gave an apologetic smile and ducked into the library, but the other two kept him cornered.
Harry ignored them for the most part, but once he turned away from them, going towards the library to join his siblings and friends, he felt a hand grab his arm and jerk him around. He looked down as he was turned around, green eyes raising to meet the blue of Ron Weasley. He seemed amused to see the disgust filling the blue depths.
He kept quiet, though, not wanting to egg the two boys looming over him on.
Of course, the silent stand off lasted only a few moments before Harry ducked down just as Ron threw a hit. Harry took note of his preference to use muggle attacks, then gave a hollow smile as he returned fire easily.
"Harry!"
This snapped the boy out of his thoughts suddenly and he looked away from his target to see the other Gryffindor boy had ran off after Harry had returned an attack in self defense. He glanced over to see his siblings standing within sight.
Chara looked almost horrified and Harry looked down to see his own pale hand resting across tanner skin of the boy's neck. He hesitated, seeing the hate in blue eyes, as well as the promise of another attack should he let the boy up.
He went to pull his hand away, only to block a hit and throw himself right back into the fight.
Chara gave a look to Asriel, who gave a nod and disappeared off to get in touch with their family and inform the Heads of Houses.
Once he was gone, Chara moved forward, red eyes hard. "Harry." they said again, this time grabbing the boy's arm as he went to throw another punch.
It got Harry's attention on them, and Chara barely defended against the hit Harry almost dealt to them in response.
Frisk gave the Gryffindor boy a look. "Don't play the victim. Get lost," they warned.
Once Ron was gone, Frisk's gaze went to Chara and Harry to see them having their own fight, neither landing a hit. Though, to be fair, Chara wasn't trying to land a hit on the boy.
"Harry, stop!" Chara snapped, grabbing the boy's wrists and moving to pin him to the nearby wall. "Stop this. This isn't the path you need to be on, so stop."
The raven haired boy had stopped fighting against Chara's grip by the time Asriel got back, Sans following behind.
The Skeleton gave Harry a long look before he spoke. "start talking kid, what happened?"
But when hardened emeralds landed on Sans, and the Skeleton caught sight of the cold hatred hiding within their depths, he dropped his friendly mask. "you messed up, kid."
Chara backed away immediately, letting go of Harry and getting out of the way just as Sans took over, using the boy's Soul to keep him in place.
Frisk gave Chara a knowing look, then looked to Asriel.
"Professor McGonagall is going to handle the Weasley kid," Asriel offered quietly. "Professor Snape expressed a wish to see Harry, make sure he's okay, but only after he'd settled and apologized to you, Chara."
This got a nod from the other two kids as they watched Harry struggle against Sans's magic.
Chara spoke up easily then. "Don't bother fighting it, Harry. You won't win against Sans."
Emerald eyes locked onto understanding ruby for a moment before the boy went still and turned his gaze back to Sans for a moment, eyes softening slightly as he did.
Sans nodded at the change and spoke. "what happened?"
Harry didn't offer an explanation, though.
Sans sighed, then pressed on with questions. "did you attack the boy first?"
Harry shook his head in response to the question.
"self defense?"
Harry nodded.
Sans gave a hum and let go of the boy's Soul, letting him relax and slump down onto the floor against the wall. "are you hurt?"
"A few bruises, but I'm okay," Harry offered, not looking up. "Am I in trouble?"
Sans sat down in front of Harry and let the boy's siblings move to join them as well. "that depends," he pointed out. "maybe with your head of house, but maybe not with me. did you plan on killing him?"
Harry hesitated before he shook his head. "No...I didn't want to kill him...I would have if he'd posed a threat to my family or myself long enough, but..."
Sans glanced over at Chara. "and he turned his attacks to you when you pulled him off the boy?"
Chara gave a quiet nod. "He was....in a state of mind similar to how I got in the Gen runs," they offered with a shrug. "No harm done, though."
Professor Snape found them talking it all out nearly an hour later and gave Harry a long look before shaking his head. "I see it isn't bad enough to be taken to the Hospital Wing,"
"Honestly, sir, we don't know. We haven't moved from here," Frisk offered.
Sans gave Frisk a thoughtful look before getting up. "c'mon, kids. hospital wing. not that I don't trust your judgment on injuries, kid," he started when he saw Harry give him a reproachful look. "but I want a professional opinion and to see how well you're moving,"
Harry went to argue, but Chara shook their head from behind Sans, so he just got up.
When the boy kept his weight on the right side of his body, Sans gave a knowing look. "c'mon, baby bones, let's get you taken care of,"
"Is Weasley okay?" Asriel questioned curiously of Professor Snape as the group made their way up to the Hospital Wing.
The dour potions master gave Asriel a long look before he spoke. "He has been assigned detention and his Head of House has written home about what happened."
Asriel gave an understanding nod and the group lapsed into silence.