A/N: I wanted to write something not too serious and not too lengthy about Harry Potter. I thought about a scenario that would give me access to characters and situations at my choosing, and this is the idea that stuck with me most. This idea came to me many months ago, but I am just now starting to flesh out ideas to the point that I feel confident in my ability to update this.

As for the pairing, I don't think there are enough Harry and Tonks stories out there. So I'll do it myself, I guess.

Don't ever take this too seriously, it will disappoint you.

Prologue: So where is my Next Great Adventure?

Albus Dumbledore gazed upon the whimpering form of Harry Potter with a look of concern on his face. According to his estimation, and his estimates were usually good, Harry should have been able to stand on his own if he was indeed a Horcrux. Dumbledore stroked his beard for a moment and pondered the possibility that he had misunderstood Voldemort's plans and psyche. If this was the case Harry probably was not going to be too pleased about the whole situation.

"Pr-professor?" The weak moan that escaped Harry Potter pained Dumbledore's heart. Although Dumbledore mused to himself that the pain in his heart at this sight was nothing compared to the pain in his ass if he didn't fix this by the time he met Lily in whatever place the afterlife had to offer him.

"Harry, you need to stand up my boy. Be strong." Dumbledore's voice had no small amount of panic in it, which registered in Harry's mind as he staggered to his feet with the aid of Dumbledore's hand. Dumbledore looked over Harry and was disturbed by how gaunt the boy looked. This was his spirit, it was one of the brightest he had ever had the pleasure of knowing. If his spirit was in such an advanced state of decay Dumbledore feared the worst.

"Professor, what's wrong?" Harry looked Albus in the eye with a similar look of worry in his own eyes. It appeared that Dumbledore was not as good at hiding his thoughts from Harry here.

"Harry, I had theorized and was very sure that Voldemort had made you a Horcrux. If this was the case this place should be a way-station between worlds, one that you are not anchored to. You have nothing to worry about my dear boy; you only need to decide your fate to leave this place." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

If Albus Dumbledore said everything was going to be okay then there was nothing to fear.

Just as this thought crossed his mind a demon appeared from a crack in the ground and dragged him to hell.

Albus Dumbledore blinked and then said the most appropriate thing he could think of at the time.

"Oh, fuck."

Harry awoke with a massive headache. He looked around for a moment to discover himself in the middle of a dark cavern. Unlike before, his senses were extremely sharp and he felt the rush of life fill his body. He heard a throaty chuckle to his left. Harry turned his body over to see an elderly man with a staff.

"Young man, I can assure you of one thing: That is not life that fills your body. Not anymore, anyway. Where you are going there is no concept of life as you know it, only suffering and brief respite from that suffering."

There was an absolute certainty to these words that chilled Harry to his core. "Where am I?" Harry asked uncertainly after he had gotten to his feet.

"Hell." The voice replied, quickly and plainly, clearly stating an obvious fact to the young man before him.

"Hell?" Harry asked blankly. His mind had yet to understand the magnitude of the simple answer. "That's bad, right?"

"I'd say so, yes."

"I can't possibly belong here! I have fought against evil my entire life!"

The man looked to his sheet of paper and asked a question from the sheet.

"Did you accept Jesus Christ as your lord and savior, Mr. Potter?"

"Who is Jesus Christ?"

The man looked up from his sheet of paper with a wry smile on his face. "Well, that'd answer that question I believe."

Harry Potter was not amused. After a few moments it was clear that the elderly man had no plans of continuing without prompting.

The elderly man caught the hint and coughed for a couple of moments before continuing on.

"Ah yes, Harry Potter. Your name is spoken down here a lot; you had a profound impact on all the lives you touched. Many years have passed since your death, many years indeed. Your soul is currently right outside of the first circle of hell, Limbo. It is where you truly belong. You have committed no sin Harry Potter, and you are free from the burdens that so many of the people you once knew now have heaped onto them. I hope you have a happy afterlife, Mr. Potter, or what passes for happy down here anyway." The old man turned to leave but Harry was not content with that being the end of the conversation.

"What do you mean burdens? The people I know? I don't understand!" Harry's voice was frantic. He was beyond confused. The last thing he remembered was talking with Dumbledore.

The elderly man let out a humorless laugh at the younger man's confusion. It seemed the young man in front of him had not connected the dots yet. "Isn't it obvious Mr. Potter? After your untimely demise Tom Riddle dominated the wizarding world for nearly one hundred years. Your friends were tortured, raped, and completely brutalized; and all of that is merely from Ron Weasley's complaining about how unfair his life was."

Harry couldn't help but snort. Ron sure did like to bitch a lot. "How did Voldemort meet his end?"

At that question the elderly man got a pained look on his face for a brief moment before settling back into his usual relaxed demeanor.

"He blew himself and the rest of the wizarding world up, naturally. In his last gasp to stay alive, despite his soul being nearly sundered by the abuse he had continually put it through, he tried one ritual too many. It was mere luck that he eradicated only magical beings from the face of the earth. Although even one as old as I can see the irony in that a man who loved magic so much being the one to rid the world of it as amusing; if you are into that sort of twisted humor anyway."

Harry's mind was reeling at this news. Because he had died, magic itself had died? Such a wondrous part of the world was now gone forever all because of him. He had killed magic.

"Anyway, get on your way Mr. Potter. Now that you have awoken from your slumber you must be on your way to limbo. I did not mean to keep you so long. I am truly sorry for taking up so much of your time."

Harry nodded dumbly and moved past the man towards a boat on the horizon that had a sign that read "This way to Limbo. Damned souls only."

The figure watched Harry until he was no longer visible. The man chuckled before he spoke. "So shocked that you didn't even think to ask how I knew your name, Harry James Potter? I hope you will not go quietly into the night, it would be dreadfully boring." With his final comments unheard by anyone or anything Merlin vanished from sight.

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Cheers,

Chris