Summary: Draco Malfoy had been down in the Underworld before. In their final timeline, they saved them, breaking the barrier, and released the monsters without killing a single one of them. Not even that bloody flower that they really were tempted to kill died. But this isn't that story.

This is the story of a third year Slytherin, who was freaking out at Dumbledore's announcement.

"Now, I do have some interesting news regarding Hogsmeade, and it's new residents. Letter have already been sent to your parents, but I must inform everyone in Hogwarts that recently, monsters have moved to Hogsmeade." There was a sudden roar of disbelief at his words, no one understanding why monsters were moving closer. Even the mugglebo- mudbloods had known of the monsters, who were released from the mountain a few years ago, and how they had stayed in their small town next to Mt. Ebott. No one was happy about their arrival. Dumbledore waited patiently for a few moments, before raising his hand. The crowd died down immediately, except for a few disgusted last remarks from the Slytherin table.

"I must remind you all that, although they look different, the monsters are as kind as you or me. For all third years or above that travel to Hogsmeade, I strongly urge you to not go out of your way to be hostile to them."

The hall stayed silent, soaking in the information. Draco could already see Theodore next to them, planning how he was going to annoy the monsters with one of the fourth years. They rolled their eyes, vaguely aware of Dumbledore's "Let the feast begin!" before the food appeared in front of them, distracting the child.

"And one of the monsters, a loud skeleton who was dumb enough to be a Gryffindor-" It was the next day that Draco was surrounded by various years of Slytherins, intently listening to their fake? story until the Great Hall doors opened. They stopped their story, tilting their head toward the famed 'Golden Trio,' and having a laugh as they pretended to faint in an attempt to rile the Gryffindors up. Pansy got involved, shouting at Potter until his back was facing the Slytherins and they were glared at by the Weasley twins. The storyteller heard the twins insulting them, saying that Draco had gone crying into their compartment. As if, they thought, internally snoring. No, they stayed in their own compartment and asked the dementors to leave kindly.

...thankfully, they were the only one in their compartment at that time.

A shiver ran down Draco's spine, and his head snapped up as he studied the world around him. Crabbe and Goyle were on his left, and Blaise on his right... No, no, they were flipped. It was because that Granger girl was running and they switched so Goyle wouldn't get knocked over. But they weren't always flipped, were they? It felt like...

It felt like someone was messing with the timeline.

"How?" Draco drawled, leaning back in their chair and gesturing to the books that were tied with ropes and belts around them. It was Care of Magical Creatures, and they knew right off the bat that 'Professor' Hagrid was in no way capable of teaching children. Teaching anyone, for that matter. "How do we open our books?"

You pet the spine. They answered their own question internally, as Hagrid answered externally. Draco had found out after about ten minutes of trying to calm it down, and they were reminded of large puppies when they were able to make it stop moving.

They had soon split off to take care of Hippogriffs, of all things. Draco had gone first of the trio, bowing politely to the creature when no one was looking and petting it gently. They glared at Crabbe and Goyle when it was time to switch, threatening them through their eyes if either of the two told anyone. Crabbe had gone next, and like the oaf he was, had forgotten to actually bow to the Hippogriff before going to pet him. It took all of Draco's strength to push Crabbe out of the way of the talons, getting in the way and letting out a soft grunt as they fell to the ground, clutching their slashed arm. The Hippogriff went to attack again, this time getting Draco's leg.

Hagrid had gone over quickly when he heard the thump that Crabbe made when he fell, and wrestled back the Hippogriff as quickly as possible. They could feel the talons rip themselves out of their leg and they grimaced, but Draco said nothing, not wanting to draw any attention to themself. But they were turning onto them, and they knew they had to say something quickly.

A small part of their mind told them to send the Hippogriff to his death, but they ignored that part.

"It's just a few scratches..." was what they planned to say, but they opened their mouth and let out no sound. Draco's words were choking up in their throat, refusing to leave their mouth, and they seemed like a fish out of water.

Pansy screamed something about shock (she was lovely, but really, it wasn't that bad...), and Hagrid moved quickly to swoop the injured student up and take them to the hospital wing.

Oh, their father was going to hear about this, wasn't he?

Painkillers were nice. They didn't remember much about what happened as Madame Pomfrey, the lovely woman, tried to stop the bleeding. Though, it felt like it took longer than it should have.

Boggarts. Bloody boggarts? Draco couldn't believe it when they saw the shaking cabinet in the staff room.

It was Thursday, the first class of the day, and the second idiot professor they had. Their mind wandered as they made their way to the back of the line, trying to guess what their boggart would be. The dead bodies of their friends and family? No, they could think of worse. The Dark Lord?

...no, there was still worse.

...Chara?

"Professor," Draco began, waving their good hand in the air lazily. Lupin turned toward the blond, a questioning look on his face. "My arm's starting to hurt again, can I go to the Hospital Wing?"

"Of course, Mr. Malfoy. Right after you get rid of your boggart, you can go to the Hospital Wing. Would you like to move forward in line?" He asked, and the class went silent except for a Riddikulus that turned Pansy's boggart into a dancing skeleton in a tutu. Draco clenched their fist, hating that they got themself into such a situation. If they declined, their peers would know that they were afraid of their boggart. If they accepted, it was useless, because it didn't get them away from facing their boggart.

Well, better sooner than later, they supposed. Rejecting now would only hurt their reputation. Maybe their boggart would be forgotten, compared to Theodore's fires of Hell that set the whole room on fake fire. Draco moved near the front of the line as a spider turned into a cake, before it became a swirl, trying to find the fear of its next victim.

A feeling of dread formed in their stomach as their clenched his wand tighter, before disappearing. They tried to ignore the odd sense of calamity that washed over their body as they engaged in battle. Engaged in battle? That was odd internal wording, they thought, before pushing the thought off to the side. The boggart had chosen a fear, settling on a form. It was a skeleton... in a blue jacket and slippers.

"its a beautiful day outside. birds are singing, flowers are blooming..."

It was just Sans. But they weren't afraid of Sans? Sure, this Sans had blank eyes, and he had a weird smile on his face-

"on days like this, kids like you... Should be burning in HELL." His eye was engulfed in a blue flame, and his hand shot out of his coat pocket to the left, sending Draco flying into the wall. A loud thump sounded as their head hit the wall first, unprepared for the attack. Professor Lupin acted quickly, stepping in front of the boggart. It changed, but from where Draco was, it was too hard to really tell what it had become. Their heart seemed to have moved to their ears, for some reason, and was Professor Lupin turning off the lights? They vaguely took note of Crabbe and Goyle, ever the loyal ones, moving to them to help. For the second time in as many days.

Draco thought that the two should have been Hufflepuffs.

Draco groaned as they opened their eyes, the bright light of midday shining through the window and making their head hurt even more. Really, why couldn't the sun know when it was wanted? The Slytherin lifted themself up slowly, their whole body rejecting the idea and wanting to lay down and die for good. But they were determined to get up, and as they sat up, they finally took note of the graying professor in the corner.

"I understand that you wanted to come to the Hospital Wing, Mr. Malfoy, but this was a rather extreme way to get here." Lupin started, and Draco tried to stop themself from grimacing at the 'Mr.' They also resisted the urge to make a 'Would you say this way was Riddikulus, Professor?' joke.

"I would, actually. Very ridiculous." He replied, a small smile on his face. Draco looked confused for a moment, not realizing that they had said that out loud. "You're still on a few pain killers, Mr. Malfoy. With the amount of injuries you've had these past few days, it would be best if you just rested a bit more. The Headmaster will be coming in a bit to speak to you, if you're up for it."

Draco nodded, not trying to stop the scowl that grew on his face at the mention of the Headmaster visiting. But the words went through one ear and out the other as they tried to remember what landed him in the Hospital Wing. They knew it had to do with their boggart, but... what was their boggart, again? They asked their professor just that, ignoring the information about Dumbledore coming soon.

Lupin was quiet for a moment, organizing the way he was going to explain to the young Malfoy what their boggart was. "...have you been in contact with monsters before, Draco?"

They gave a nod, their clouded mind not understanding that they should have kept it silent. Draco wasn't sure if they should have been more startled at the question, or at Lupin referring to them with their first name.

They drifted off to sleep, their racing mind tiring them far too quickly.

It was the first Hogsmeade visit, and Draco was terrified. They had been reminded of the fact that monsters had moved into Hogsmeade when he saw a Moldsmal making slime sounds near Zonko's. Thankfully, they had gotten the slip on Crabbe and Goyle when the trio caught sight of Muffet and her bakery, and dumb and dumber ran in the opposite direction. The spider gave a wave to Draco through the window as she poured a cup of tea, and they entered the bakery, not at all surprised that they were the only wizard there.

"Ahuhuhu~ It's been a while since I've seen you, dearie~ Barely recognized you with your hair like that, and your newfound height, too!" She greeted as the bell jingled above them, signalling their entrance. Draco gave a small smile, accepting three of the arms as they gave them a hug. They bought a doughnut, to ensure that they were not going to end up too poor by the end of the visit, and shared pleasantries with the spider girl before the two lapsed into silence.

Muffet cleared her throat, getting Draco's attention.

"The King and Queen still look for you, some days." She informed them, taking a sip of her own tea. Draco looked down at their half eaten doughnut, not sure what to say. They wouldn't have thought that they would still be looking for them, after a couple of years. They had told Toriel that they had a family to return to, and she seemed alright with that. "You know, they're here. At the other side of Hogsmeade, they moved her so the other monsters wouldn't be so scared... you should see them again, Frisk."

Draco set the last bite of their doughnut onto the plate, not able to stomach any more while listening to Muffet's word. They were uncharacteristically silent (for a Malfoy, not for Frisk), soaking in the information. If they didn't want to be seen by them, they would have to be more careful... But did they really not want to see their friends again?

"Thanks, Muffet." They said finally, pushing themself up out of their seat and heading to the door without a goodbye.

"See you later, dearie~" She called after them. Draco ignored the alarmed sets of eyes that landed on them when they exited the monster bakery, instead heading farther into the more residential area of Hogsmeade. They got glances from some of the older wizards, ones that wondered if the Slytherin was lost and refused to ask for help. But, Draco ignored them, and continued to the edge of the neighborhood.

They say them. Kid and his sister, playing outside with a young human. Not even Hogwarts age, yet, and without a care in the world. His parents were across the street, talking... to Toriel and Asgore. They seemed happy together. A part of Draco's soul flared up in anger, annoyed that they were happy after their death- wait, what?

"hey, kid. you lost?" Draco was startled out of their confusion by a recognizable voice behind them, and they refused to turn around and face the monster. No, no, they were only going to check up on them, not be seen. "if you want, i can give you a hand and help you back to hogsmeade."

Merlin, if Sans had taken his hand off and was holding it-

Draco turned around, and immediately groaned when they saw Sans' left hand holding his right one. If the skeleton had eyes, they would have widened as he recognized the face of someone he knew long ago.

"...huh." Draco tensed slightly when they saw a blue flare up in one of sans' eyes, but said nothing. The blue dimmed, until all that was left was his usual smile.

"it's been a while, kid. walk with me."

(~UTHP~)

They walked. And walked and walked and walked. it was a comfortable silence, one that always seemed to come in the presence of someone who didn't talk much. Soon enough, Draco was putting on their hood to make sure that no one in the crowded streets of Hosgmeade recognized them with a monster. Sans said nothing about them putting the hood on, instead studying the kid as they looked around for anyone that might recognize them, not wanting to be seen. After all this time, Frisk had grown a lot. They- wait, no, he? walked with a straight back and a swagger at all times, and they seemed more like a Loox in human's skin, if Sans was to be honest.

"you're a lot different than before, kid." Sans commented, startling Frisk out of their search for familiar faces. "the Frisk i remember wasn't so... proper. and what did you do to your hair, anyways?"

They mumbled something that sounded vaguely like 'another comment about my hair?' before giving a shrug, not sure what to say. Frisk was keeping up appearances, even when they didn't need to. Not that Sans knew, but their parents raised them on the fact that at any moment, someone might see them, so they had to be on their best behavior at all times. The only reason they were so like their actual self in the Underground was because everyone was a monster, and they hadn't expected to see any monster ever again.

Oh, how that expectation failed.

"I-" Frisk began, before hearing the sound of bells. Was it time for them to go? Sans voiced his question, and they nodded, shifting awkwardly. They threw their arms around him in a quick hug, their chin resting on his shoulder as they murmured a small "I miss everyone," before pulling away. With a small smile, the silently signed a goodbye, and headed off.

"be sure to visit next time you're around, kid. i think everyone'll be happy to see you." He called out after Frisk. They nodded, before taking their hood off and fixing their hair.

It was a drastic shift, as they adopted the persona of perfect son Draco Malfoy, and prepared to face the hogwarts crowd. They straightened their robes, before leaving Sans behind, not looking back.

It was the Head Boy suddenly knocking loudly on the third year boys' door that startled Draco awake from their nap, a cup flying through the air as their magic flared up on accident. They were taking a nap because of the mental exhaustion that came with the surprised nighttime realization that their monster friends were only a town away, and hey, they were still only thirteen, they couldn't be expected to have perfect control of their magic.

"All students are to report to the Main Room in five minutes!" The Head Boy shouted through the door, leaving Draco to get themself up and straighten their clothes, fixing their hair as nicely as possible before heading up to the main room. There were students everywhere, some in pajamas, some in casual clothes, and others still in their uniforms. They were thankful that they had fallen asleep in their uniform, and wouldn't have to face the weird looks they would get if they were wearing average muggle clothes.

The crowd moved as one from the dungeons, going quick enough that some of the first years actually had to jog to keep up. The hushed whispers of the paintings around them only made Draco more curious, and they asked the Head Girl (who was walking at the back of the crowd) what exactly was going on. She gave them a look, before figuring that one person wouldn't do any harm, and telling them.

"Sirius Black attacked the Fat Lady."

At Draco's questioning look, she clarified. "The portrait guarding Gryffindor Tower."

They made a small 'Ah,' and in their tired state thanked the girl before trying to hurry and catch up to their friends. Their leg was still hurting slightly, so they couldn't go that quickly, but they didn't have far to go as the group arrived in front of the Great Hall. The Slytherins were ushered to a corner of the Hall where sleeping bags were set up, and they all claimed their own, breaking into their usual groups.

A Gryffindor, of all people, tried to shush Draco when lights went out. A Weasley, by the hair color and annoying attitude. They had been speaking to the Bloody Baron in an attempt to get more information, but he refused to say anything. Determined to find out more in the morning, they went to sleep, their mind working on trying to figure out what happened as they succumbed to their fatigue.

"...HUMAN." A voice called toward them, and they turned around, greeted by a tall stranger hidden in the shadows of their dreams. "I WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY, TOO."

"We'll be with you in spirit, okay!?"

"I am proud of you, little one."

"YOU CAN DO IT, HUMAN!"

"we're all counting on you, kid."

"Be good, alright?"

...

"E-Everything's fine!"

...

"KNOCK 'EM DEAD. THEY'RE ALL DEAD."

...

"It's all your fault."

...

"Stop... Please..."

...

"I hate your guts."

No one is happy with this.

"P-Please don't kill me!" Look at what you've done. "You're just a coward!"You felt yoursinscrawlingonyourback.nonononoNONONONO

...

...Why are you even alive?

Draco opened their eyes with a start, the sounds of students awake and moving around them assaulting their ears. They reached up to rub their eyes, angry at themself for the tears that had dried on their face. Their dream was already fading, and they weren't sure if they were supposed to be happy about it or not. What was that even about? What had brought that?

Theo gave them a glance when he noticed them awake, and they gave a shrug. "The dementors were too close." They lied, and they heard a snort from a bit away. Granger had slapped Weasley's arm, and Draco scowled at the redhead.

"What's his worst memory? Having to dress himself one morning instead of being dressed by a house elf?" Weasley asked, and Granger said nothing, just giving Draco a glance before returning to glaring at Weasel.

They chuckled, and Blaise gave them a worried look at the uncharacteristic action by the Slytherin. Draco only shrugged again, waving off the look they received from their peer. They had been given the a-okay that Sirius Black was not going to murder anyone in their sleep, and school had continued.

They didn't want to talk about the werewolf lesson.

Flint told them that their arm still had to hurt, right? one morning when Draco was eating breakfast. It wasn't a lie, no, but they knew it was brought up only because Flint didn't want to play in the terrible weather. So they agreed, not wanting to upset the captain and actually have their arm hurt.

They were in the stands, on the Hufflepuff side, and clapping politely when Gryffindor scored. Sure, internally they were booing, but they didn't want to be kicked out of the stands by Hufflepuff for being rude. And maybe if Potter saw them, he would lose sight of the Snitch in shock and Hufflepuff would win.

Draco paled when a shiver ran up their spine, and their head snapped up. They could feel it, they knew the creatures were nearby...

There was a scream as Potter fell off his broom, his body falling too fast, and it was raining but the ground was still hard oh Merlin was that blood? So much blood so much blood so much-

They were in the stands, on the Hufflepuff side, and clapping politely when Gryffindor scored. Sure, internally they were booing, but they didn't want to be kicked out of the stands by Hufflepuff for being rude. And maybe if P- Draco broke out of their thoughts for a moment, before realizing what they had done. Oh, Sans was going to kill them, but they had to do something. They were too far away to tell a professor, and if they shouted to Potter it would probably make it worse...

Draco ran off, moving away from the crowd before sticking their wand out and casting a quick Aguamenti, directing it toward the ground. They could only hope that the ground softened, as a scream was heard, signaling Potter's fall.

It was best to get out of there as soon as possible, unless they wanted to be called out for saving Potter.

They couldn't stop themself from taunting Potter when he recovered. It was too much fun to rile him up.

Hinkypunks? Really? At least Professor Snape gave them an interesting topic (although the essay on how to KILL werewolves made their stomach turn).

Hogsmeade.

It would have been lovely if they weren't freezing, the wind constantly hitting their cloak's hood back.

Or even if Sans just stopped with his ridiculous cold puns.

But the duo walked through Hogsmeade, somehow not losing each other in the crowd. Frisk had cast a glamour on themself, even their sweater changing to a Hufflepuffesque yellow and black. They had met Sans at Muffet's Bakery, the latter not wanting Frisk to skip out on seeing everyone again. The two of them were making their way to the residential part of Hgsmeade, and Sans was clearly able to see the discomfort on Frisk's face if they thought no one was looking at them.

"if you really aren't up for meeting them again..." Sans started, and Frisk shook their head hard. They knew they had to face everyone again, after disappearing like that, without even a phone call...

Sooner than they wanted, Sans was giving a knock on the door in front of them. Frisk un-Glamoured themself, shifting on their feet and clenching and unclenching their hands.

Alphys had answered the door, opening it slightly. "Y-You know you don't h-have to knock, right, S-Sans?"

"Right, right. I'm guest-ing that Tori won't mind if I brought someone with me?" Sans asked, gesturing toward Frisk. Alphys gave a confused look and cracked the door open more, before her eyes widened at the sight of the human. She had gotten (her cameras) into the gossip of Hogsmeade, and could recognize a Malfoy from a hundred feet. Not putting two and two together, and only taking note of the slicked back blond hair and the Slytherin uniform, she became a bit of a mess.

"O-Of c-course, I don't-don't think that T-Toriel would m-mind, but why..?"

"Hey, Al, really look at the kid. I know, they've gotten taller, but if you just go like this a bit-" They gave a shout as Sans ran a hand through their hair, ruffling it up, and a hand instinctively went out to slap it away. Really, did EVERY monster have a problem with their hair?

"F-Frisk?" Alphys questioned, her voice louder than usual, recognition growing in her eyes. They gave a curt nod, a small smile on their face as the door was swung completely open. "C-Come in, c-come in! Wow, everyone'll be s-so excited to see you!"

Sans went into the house first, Frisk following after, and the door shut behind them with a small click.

(~UTHP~)

Their return was welcomed with open arms, quite literally. Toriel seemed to be tearing up, and Papyrus was as happy as ever. Except for a punch from Undyne for leaving without saying goodbye, then not saying anything for years, everyone was only excited to see them. Even Flowey, who Frisk had asked Toriel to save, didn't outright kill them upon seeing the blond.

They were all sitting around the dining table, various platters of all types of food spread out in front of the group. And pies.

Frisk had always wanted to try a snail pie.

They all started by exchanging pleasantries, trying to stay to a lighter topic while everyone grabbed their food and settled in. But a silence fell onto the group of seven, even Papyrus being able to tell the tenseness of the situation. It was Undyne who, clearing her throat, started to ask Frisk questions.

"So, kid, what've you been up to?"

Frisk swallowed the bit of pie they were chewing, before glancing around the table. Curious looks were thrown back at them, and they gave a small shrug.

"School, mostly."

"H-Hogwarts, right? The m-magic school?"

Frisk gave a nod, and Papyrus visibly brightened.

"HUMAN! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL US YOU HAD MAGIC?"

"...It never came up?" Frisk tried, and Toriel gave a soft smile at the reply. She had grown to understand the humans' want to keep magic a secret, having been on the receiving end of less-than-kind words from non-magical humans. Although, the magical humans (wizards, she corrected herself) weren't all too kind either.

"ARE YOU A HUMAN-MONSTER AS WELL?" Papyrus questioned, and Frisk gave him a questioning look. Alphys, noticing their confusion, clarified.

"W-We met a were-werewolf, from Hogwarts. T-They came to g-greet us, w-when we f-first moved in."

Frisk's eyes widened fractionally, taking note of the information, before storing it away and resuming their expressionless face. A werewolf? Their mind flashed to Defense Against the Dark Arts, and the class that Snape taught when Lupin was ill... Oh. Oh, that made sense. They would have to confirm their theory next time he was gone.

"I'm all human." Frisk replied, thankful that they didn't have to force a nasty comment about monsters afterward. They considered mentioning their Veela ancestry, but thought against it, not wanting to have to go into details and explain every little place or thing they mention. Toriel steered the subject away, not wanting to dwell too much on the fact that Frisk was entirely human.

"This... Hogwarts. How do you like it?" There was a haunting space where 'my child' should have been said after the sentence, but Frisk trudged passed it, not wanting to dwell on the absence of endearment.

"It's school. My grades are nice, the classes are boring." They shrugged.

"Are green and silver the school colors?" Toriel had seen multiple children in green and silver, during the school's outings to Hogsmeade, but there were also some in reds and blues and yellows.

"It's our House color. There are four Houses that students are sorted into, based on their personalities."

She gave a nod at the explanation, opting not to give her opinion of how ridiculous that sounded. Why would they purposefully separate children? Isn't unity a better idea?

"frisk here's in slytherin. the snakes, water element, all about... er..."

"Cleverness, resourcefulness..." Frisk hesitated, not enough to be noticed by anyone who wasn't really paying attention. "Determination. And, according to the Headmaster, a 'certain disregard for the rules.'"

Flowey snorted, but said nothing about the topic. The table fell into comfortable silence as everyone finished up, and Toriel was about to suggest that everyone move to the living room before Sans interrupted.

"hey, tori, the kid's gotta go back to school soon. i'm gonna take 'em back, but they'll be sure to visit next time. right, kid?" Frisk nodded, and Toriel let out a soft 'oh' before nodding in understanding. To her surprise, the Slytherin gave her a sudden hug, and she couldn't stop the small amazement at how much they grew. They were nearly to her shoulder, which was a lot more compared to when they were barely to her elbows. Any day now, they would be the same height as her...

"I'll miss you, my child..." she murmured, squeezing them tightly. They paused, before pulling away and scanning the table.

"Pen..." They murmured, and everyone got a confused look. What? They moved their hands in a gesture of 'writing.' Understanding grew on Alphys' face, and she offered one of hers to them. Stealing a napkin, Frisk wrote quickly, before returning the pen and passing the note to Toriel. A confused expression grew on her face.

"Draco...?" She understood what was underneath, it was the address, and she could put together that it was where she could send letters if she wished to talk to them, but who was Draco? It seemed familiar... Frisk only gave a nod, and she put everything together. "Is that your name? Draco Malfoy?"

A shrug. "Frisk is better, but the owls know Draco."

Toriel assured Frisk that she would write to them, before the latter was pulled away by Sans. Alphys was following behind, 'wanting to see them off too,' and the Queen waved goodbye as the trio left, ignoring the tears that welled up in her eyes.

(~UTHP~)

"H-Hey, Frisk..." They turned to Alphys at the mention of their nickname, giving a look that kindly urged her to continue. "I-I've heard a b-bit about the M-Malfoy family, and-"

"Fake." Was the only response that they gave, and Alphys nodded. It made sense, they would want to keep up the act of a perfect son if they were a pureblood... Sans gave Alphys a questioning look, and she waved him off, returning a look of 'I'll explain later.'

They had reached the shops of Hogsmeade, and a few people sent odd glances in the trio's direction before they realized what it was for- Draco had forgotten their glamour. They pulled their hood up, before turning to give a hug to their two friends. When they went to hug Sans, however, he stopped them.

"hey, al, you go ahead. i gotta talk to the kid."

"O-Oh-" Draco tensed, but sent a wave goodbye as Alphys started on her way back home, leaving the two alone.

"hey, kid..." Sans started, and Draco refused to meet his eyes. His voice was too serious. This whole situation was too serious. "what happened to leaving the timeline alone?"

Draco was confused for a moment, before it hit them- the Quidditch match. They looked down, interested in their feet, and mumbled a reply.

"Someone died."

Most harshness immediately left the air at their words, and Sans rubbed the back of his cervical spine, his smile not faltering.

"well, i can't really get angry at you for saving someone. but this happens multiple times a day?" A confused look passed Draco's face, before they came to a realization.

"Not me. Someone else. Time turner, probably."

"time turner?"

"Goes back in time. Necklace."

"ah."

"I'll try to find them."

"that's probably a good idea. thanks, kid."

Draco nodded, before going away with a wave to catch up with the last of the Hogwarts students. A few Ravenclaws gave them an odd look, their eyes moving up... Oh. Their hair.

"Snowball fight." They gave as an explanation, before giving a scowl. But it felt weak on their face, and the Ravenclaws probably knew it too. Thankfully, they weren't Gryffindors, and they could probably keep a secret because Draco was never too mean to them.

(They secretly suspected that all Ravenclaws knew they were acting, but they couldn't dwell on the possibility too much without getting paranoid.)

The group made its way back up to the castle, Professor Lupin- werewolf, is he a werewolf? -cheerfully dealing with all the stragglers that tried to stay for a few extra minutes. Only Professor Lupin could deal with them all, Draco realized. That was probably why he was the last chaperone left.

"Does the Three Broomsticks serve pie to go?" He asked casually, startling Draco out of their thoughts. They were confused for a moment, before Lupin gestured to the pie in the hands. Oh. Right. Draco was prepared to give a long speech about how a) it wasn't his business, and b) they didn't want to talk to filth like Lupin. However, the words caught in their throat, and so they only looked down at their feet and shook their head.

"Friend lives nearby." They gave as an explanation, ignoring the weird glance that the professor (werewolf) gave him. Probably thinking that they were drugged or something. He opened his mouth, before catching sight of a seventh year trying to break from the crowd.

"Ms. Farley!" He called out, and Draco gave a small smile as they visibly saw Gemma tense up and curse at being caught.

Maybe he wasn't so bad.

For a (possible) werewolf.

A/N: Yep, agender!Draco Malfoy. Deal with it.

This is an idea that's been bothering me for a while. I finally got off my lazy ass and wrote it. The chapters from here on will be much like this one, various small scenes throughout the rest of third year and fourth year, until they get to actual chapters for their fifth year, because there will be a lot more monster-and-Frisk based action then. But spoilers~

I hope you enjoyed this little schtick. Feel free to leave a review with any scene suggestions, and I might write them!