Jbh14: Hi everyone. Do any of you suffer as I do with an over active writers well of ideas. I know I do. I have started chapters for all my active fics, but have been unable to finish any of them because this little idea would not leave me alone. Before I knew it I had written over 2000 words.

Friends in Hell

"Now untie him, Wormtail, and give him back his wand" spoke Tom Marvolo Riddle also known as Lord Voldemort. He was supremely confident that with Lily Potters blood protections void and with the Potter heir cut off from the rest of the wizarding world that he could easily kill the boy. But first he would humiliate him and show once and for all who was more powerful.

Wormtail approached Harry, who scrambled to find his feet, to support his own weight before the ropes were untied. Wormtail raised his new silver hand, pulled out the wad of material gagging Harry and then, with one swipe, cut through the bonds tying Harry to the gravestone.

Harry stumbled to his feet, his injured leg reminding him that he had yet another handicap to compete with, but he still managed to stand despite the pain. He turned to Wormtail who had just returned from where Cedric lay, holding Harry's wand. Taking his wand from Wormtail he turned to face Voldemort, although out of the corner of his eye he saw the rat scurried back to the death eaters without even looking at him.

"You have been taught how to duel, haven't you Harry?" asked Voldemort softly. His red eyes were burning into Harry trying to scare what he saw as just a boy.

The fool had no idea.

No idea what he was actually facing, Harry had felt it for a while now ever since Wormtail had taken his blood for that distasteful ritual; power and anger, intense unyielding unforgiving anger. And it was far more powerful then anything Tom could do to him. It burned in his blood, strong and fierce and if had been directed at him and if he actually feared the reaper then he would probably be afraid; but it wasn't, it was directed at Tom Marvolo Riddle and the man had no idea what he inadvertently pissed off.

"First we bow Harry" informed Voldemort. The most feared dark lord of the century bowed forward to Harry, although he kept his snake-like face up to the boy-who-lived-to-be-a-pain-in-his-arse.

Harry raised an eyebrow in amusement, but still bowed much to his enemies' surprise. Harry knew that she would be a tad upset if after all the time spent teaching him manners he forgot them in a life threatening situation. That might sound odd to some people, but given his life it seemed perfectly normal to Harry.

Voldemort concealed his surprise well, although part of him was inwardly pleased that the brat could show respect when needed. He had thought he would have to force the boy to bow to him, but it seemed the boy could still do things he would not expect. That didn't mean he would go any easier on the boy, but maybe he would make this boy's death painless.

"Very good" said Voldemort softly, raising his wand. "And now you face me, like a man … straight backed and proud, the way your father died"

"And now we duel" grinned Voldemort. He flicked his wand towards the boy letting loose the fearsome Cruciatus curse. The boy would never expect it after all Voldemort was using silent casting, something he knew the teachers nor the ministry would ever show to school children.

On the outside Harry was emotionless, but on the outside he was trying to brace himself for what he knew was to come. He expected the Avada Kedavra or Killing curse as most knew it, he certainly did not expect the Cruciatus curse; but he should have, Tom would want him to suffer first. The pain that exploded along his body was worse then anything he could have ever expected, it felt like white hot knives being pressed into every atom of his existence. This was pain and suffering and anger and hatred, this was the power of torture to turn the most powerful and dignified into subservient cattle. Harry tried desperately to hold on, to fight the curse and block out Voldemort's twisted magic, but it was no use, the only thing he managed to do was lessen the pain somewhat. Only one thing was keeping him from giving in, from succumbing to the pain of the unforgivable torture curse and that was the burning in his blood; only now it was stronger and closer somehow and it promised revenge.

Revenge on Tom Riddle and blood shed, so much blood shed.

After what felt like years to Harry the curse was lifted and he could hear the Death Eaters laughing at the half-blood's pain. Voldemort stood over him with a victorious grin and a maniacal glint in his eyes.

"Did you enjoy that Harry, I know I did" Voldemort's tone was soft, but Harry could detect the obvious pleasure he felt at causing pain to the Potter Heir.

Just a little longer, just a little more my Harry spoke a voice unlike anything any mortal could ever have in Harry's head. Harry was pretty sure who the voice belonged to and he allowed himself to relish in it. The voice was strong and powerful yet came across as gentle and kind as a summer's breeze. It had a slight seductive tone to it which fit with who it was coming from.

Voldemort moved away from Harry to go monologue to his cronies. Harry chuckled quietly to himself Note to self: All evil villains somehow find time to monologue. He tried to move to a more comfortable position then his current one on the floor, but every time he tried his muscles would spasm like he had been electrocuted. Eventually he managed to get himself into a sitting position which Voldemort failed to notice as he was still monologing and punishing some of his groupies. Harry chuckled again at that, the most powerful dark lord of the century has GROUPIES. This is basically what the Death Eaters were; although he bet old Mouldy-shorts would never admit it. Seeing as how it seemed he wasn't going to be noticed for a while he turned his attention to something he had felt gathering for a while now.

A Storm in the sky.

Of course not any ordinary storm, for starters the eye of the storm was far larger then any naturally occurring storm; also the lightning was much larger and more constant then any storm. Some of the DE seemed to have noticed the not-storm currently forming above them as there were several whispers that he could hear.

"What is this?" said a rather annoyed voice.

Ah Tom's finally noticed thought Harry, chuckling. Apparently this time Tom did notice his amusement as he turned back to where he expected to see a nearly mad child and blinked in surprise at seeing instead a clearly very sane (a matter of opinion) and sitting child. Harry winked at him and pointed to the not-storm as if to say 'that's what you should be worried about, not me'.

Voldemort turned his attention back to the not-storm just in time to see a lightning bolt streak across the night sky and crash straight into Riddle Manor, which he had been hiding in these last few months. He unwillingly felt a small amount of fear, killing a child in his mind was easy; but whatever that was up there was far too powerful for him to deal with in his current state. The ritual may have returned him to body, but he was no-where near full power yet. With a frown he turned back to the Potter brat, he would kill the boy now and leave as quickly as possible. He may have wanted to play with the boy some more, but that now was not an option so he'd settle for regaining his body and killing the wizarding world's savour. He raised his wand to let loose the feared killing curse.

"Avada Keda…"

Tom did not get to finish his spell as at that moment a huge lightning bolt came down from the not-storm hitting the ground between him and Harry. Rather then dissipate the lightning bolt remained for a few more seconds and then changed into a whirlwind shooting down from the sky and hitting the ground yet causing no damage. Harry managed to stand up and appeared not to be affected other then his hair being blown about by the wind. Voldemort and his DE were not so lucky; they were blown all over the place some into each other and some into nearby tombstones. Even Voldemort was knocked to the ground by the wind and he once again felt genuine fear.

The wind after a few moments died down to reveal the most beautiful women any of them had other seen. She had tanned skin and silvery white hair done up in an elaborate braid with several gold links in it. There was a six pointed star tattoo on her forehead and one more on each of her cheeks under each eye. She stood at an impressive 170 or so centimetre dwarfing Harry and some of the other DE as well. On her arms and legs there were more gold bracelets and links and a gold ring on each of her fingers. Her outfit consisted of a black dress with a deep V in the middle that didn't stop until just below belly button and showed off a lot of cleavage and skin, the dress itself reached the floor yet had a slit that allowed two long tanned and perfectly sculpted legs to be seen. The outfit was completed by two black high heeled shoes and a large oval earring in each ear. The most striking part of her other then her appearance was her eyes, which were an unusual purple colour and despite her youth like appearance, spoke of power and age greater then anything any wizard or witch could ever achieve.

She looked around the graveyard she had arrived in as if were perfectly normal. Her eyes travelled over each of the DE, memorising them, judging them; before finally stopping on Harry Potter. With a huge smile she tackled the boy in a tight hug. "Harry-Chan!" her voice was playful and seductive yet had a definitive edge of power to it.

Harry returned the hug, a huge grin on his face "Ah Hild, couldn't you have arrived a little more quietly" his voice was cheerful despite the circumstances.

Hild's eyes travelled over her young friend that she had met when he was merely a toddler and frowned at what they saw. Harry even now was in a great deal of pain, although he showed none of it and she knew the signs of torture when she saw them. The Grand Demoness of Hell was displeased, Harry was hers and no-one messed with what was hers.

"Ah Harry-Chan I already held back a lot with this, normally everyone hear but you would be dead"

Keeping one arm around Harry she turned towards the most feared Dark Lord ever and snorted. He was nothing, absolutely nothing, his power didn't even measure up to a fraction of her planet destroying strength and with the right training she was sure her Harry would destroy him. She narrowed her eyes at him and his Death Eaters, what a ridiculous name? and felt Harry giggle beside her when he flinched.

"Well Harry-Chan and I will be going now!"

Voldemort shivered at the deceptively cheerful tone coming from such a powerful being, but how dare she defy him! Potter was his and he be damned if anyone took that away.

"Who are you to take away my prize?" hissed Tom, nearly slipping into parseltongue with anger he felt.

"Me?" Hild grinned evilly, not her most evil grin she wasn't sure they'd survive that, but still evil to strike fear into their hearts. "I'm Hild; I'm the Daimakaichō, the Great Leader of Hell itself, I'm Harry Potter's friend, His Owner and His Master. I have every right Tom Marvolo Riddle" with every word she had spoken her power had built like a thick blanket suffocating everyone and making it impossible to move for everyone.

Everyone except Harry.

With every word Hild had said, Harry had beamed with happiness. Her mana flooded everywhere and it was absolute heaven. Well to him anyway, he doubted any gods would agree with that. Her power caressed every part of him right down to his very soul; his magical core was practically purring in contentment.

Hild raised her arm into the air and the not-storm her arrival had generated started swirling again. "Bye-bye" She and Harry waved with equally large grins on the faces and then they were gone in a tornado of wind very much like the one Hild had arrived in.

It was a further ten minutes before Voldemort and his followers were able to get their brains back on track and realise their pray had escaped. In was another fifty minutes before anyone at Hogwarts realised that Harry Potter and Cedric Diggory would not be arriving the same way they had left and were officially missing. And no-one would truly know for some time that Harry Potter had left Earth entirely and was now in the office of one of the most feared beings in existence drinking tea.

Jbh14: So what does everybody think? I hope it wasn't too bad, Hild is quite difficult to write but to me she has always been a sort of mother/fun-loving character, who as a demon is purely chaotic in nature. She is someone who guards her heart so as to avoid being hurt, but loves Urd dearly and is in some ways an overprotective mother who only believes Urd is truly safe as a demon and with her. In this fic she will be quite possessive of Harry and Harry will have a good knowledge of Hell and its demons. Please Read and Review so I can continue.