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Ari's POV
Many people have different ideas about the afterlife- whether it be in the form of the Grecian underworld, the Norse's idea of Asgard, or Heaven and Hell. Trust me I've been dead, and I can defiantly set you straight. Now before I get into the darkness and regrets of Judgement, let me introduce myself. My name is Ariana Chance and I was born in 1948, I died in 1963, and was reborn again in 2003, which makes me about 55 years old. You all might be thinking that I look old but trust me, when I was reborn I emerged not only the same age (15) I was when I died but also I looked exactly the same. I should probably get into the good stuff about how I died, why I ended up in hell, and how was I reborn. Well, let me start from the beginning...
It all started when I had found out that my mother has been dealing with a dark wizard. I never knew his name, only that if he was in the same area as me, I should get out of the house and run. At least, that was what my father had told me before he disappeared. Yeah my father had been a cool dude, except when I was ten he went away on a business trip and never came back. My mom basically went crazy, and then started the whole evil exchange thingy when I went to Hogwarts. I mean, she wasn't even happy when I got sorted into Gryffindor or even when I got exceedingly good marks on my exams. But back to the way I died. It had been the summer of my incoming fifth year of Hogwarts and I had gotten home from my summer job of working at the library (I loved books so much it was a perfect job for me). Anyways when I got home I saw the front door had been blasted in- I rushed inside to see what was wrong and saw my mom being cornered by that evil wizard and some of his friends. I had tried to fight them off but soon they had me and my mother surrounded and they had wanted some information about some department in the Ministry where my mother worked. Oh yeah! It was the Department of Mysteries. Right sorry, back to the story. So, I knew that place contained some important stuff about the future and I knew that it could seriously affect the wizarding world if these creeps got access to it, so I tapped into my magical reserves. But before I did, I looked at my mom and she whispered "I'm proud of you Ari." That was all I needed. Basically, I let out a guttural scream, and the whole place vaporized killing me, my mother, and the people that had threatened my family for so long. Now, you guys must be wondering what dying is like, so I'll try to explain. At first there had been pain. Pain so severe it felt like all my inner organs had liquefied, which they probably did considering the amount of magic I had unleashed. Next there was the actual dying- I felt my soul leave my body and for a while there was no pain. I didn't know where I was, but I didn't care. You see the first 10 minutes of death are blissfully peaceful, but then you get to the judgment. I was always catholic and so I saw God. He was a swift and just judge. You see, I had given up my life for a greater cause, which meant that I could go to Heaven, but since my mom had lived a life filled with corruption, she was going to Hell. So, I bargained, I told God that I would go to Hell if my mom was sent to Purgatory. And so I went. In the future, people would ask me what Hell was like, but I have no memories of it. Though sometimes, I dream about it. More on that later. Anyways, I was down in Hell, and it was pure torture. Until a messenger came for me, and told me that I shouldn't have died and that Albus Dumbledore (I didn't who that was) needed me for a greater cause. So I was brought back up and given a room at some place called the Leaky Cauldron. I had been awfully disorientated until I saw a bed. And for the first time in years, I slept peacefully.