Charon led Sirius to a boat on a dark river, and motioned for him to sit. Sirius wasn't really comfortable in the small gondola type boat but he sat down and faced forward. He looked at the water uncertainly. It didn't look very clean. There were photos and broken bicycles, and odd knick-knacks floating in the river like some giant polluted river of trash.
"The River Styx," Charon said quietly. "You mortals pollute it with all your broken dreams and hopes. Pathetic."
Sirius scanned the river. There were diploma's and baby pictures, Muggle car keys, and even a broken wand or two. Sirius kept his mouth shut as Charon poled the boat down the river. He saw a huge field of people milling around and several lines leading to it. One was labeled "E-Z-Death".
"What – er – what's that?" Sirius asked, nodding his head at the lines.
"Where normal mortals get judged. The Fields of Asphodel are where people who haven't lived extraordinary lives go."
"…normal mortals?" Sirius raised an eyebrow.
"What do you wizard's call them? Mugger's?" Charon's voice was amused. Sirius turned around and did a double take. Where there had been an Italian suit and expensive shoes, Charon was now clothed in a dark black robe and hood that shadowed his face.
"Muggles," Sirius corrected, "and if that's where Muggles go…where are you taking me?"
"To the place where your kind go."
Charon did not elaborate.
Sirius instead, watched his surroundings. Past the fields of Asphodel there was an area where he saw strange things. A man was desperately trying to eat the food dangling above his head, and it pulled away. He would try to drink the water but it shrank away from him.
Another man was trying desperately to roll a boulder to the top of a hill but it would only roll back and he would start again.
Then he saw something he rather liked. Cheerful looking homes of different styles, with large yards, and what seemed like actual daylight inside the large cavern filled the space.
"Elysium. Where the hero's and godlings live." Charon spit out the word like it was a curse. It was almost the way Hades had said 'wizard'.
Sirius didn't ask questions. Charon kept taking the boat down the river and they passed a lot of empty space. The large cavern seemed to stretch on forever. Finally, Sirius saw another set of lines, that were less crowded, and at the head was a table that was hosting four people.
The boat slowed down. Charon stepped out of the vessel and crooked a finger. Sirius stepped out and followed the robed ferryman up to the panel of judges. Charon smiled a strange smile.
"Wait in line and you'll be judged by one of the four judges who will send you to your people's side of the Underworld."
And then Charon returned to the ferry and was gone.
Sirius gaped. What was he supposed to do now? He was dead, had no idea what he was doing, and there was a line of witches and wizards. He supposed he should stand in line with them…
He climbed up to the line and shoved his hands in his pockets. The line seemed to be moving quickly. He couldn't see who was at the table, but he could see the back of the witches head in front of him. She looked oddly familiar…
"Bertha?" he exclaimed. "Bertha Jorkins?"
A/N: Not my favorite chapter, but it had to happen.
Harpygirl24 - No, Snape is not related to Hades. They're just a lot alike. And this isn't TECHNICALLY going to be a crossover as you never see any of the Percy Jackson characters besides the the PJatO version of Hades and Charon. (And they're technically Greek mythology...which you can use anywhere.) Thanks for reviewing!
Authoressinhiding - Glad you like it! :D
