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Chapter 4: Harry in Hell l

Nothing.

That was all he heard. Nothing.

Harry Potter felt weightless as he floated among the clouds, basking in the warm light of the sun. As he did so, he never before felt so calm and peaceful. Nowhere was there the angry shouts of his uncle, the shrieks from his aunt nor the ramblings of his cousin Dudley. It was just him, and the silence as his soul ascended higher and higher.

Opening his eyes, he could see that he didn't have a body, or rather, he had a body but he couldn't feel it. Non-corporeal. His body had a light, pearly white sheen and every time he tried to put his hands together, his fingers would merely phase through one another. If he were to describe it, he'd been one of those ghosts from the movies that Dudley watches on his television.

Looking around him, he could see that a number of other people were also ascending like him. All of them held dazzled expression, all of them pearly white like he was. Some moved in groups, other alone. It mattered not for they were all going to the same place. As they reached the epitome of the clouds, it parted like a great wave, exposing the golden gates that were hidden behind it. The gates themselves were fancy, decorated in pure gold with Christian crosses stamped onto the metal. A flaming golden sword stood at the front of the gate, as did a winged figure clad in golden robes just like the rest of the surrounding. Curiously next to all the gold, was a dull wooden sign dug into the cloud, comically reading; Heaven, Population 2,135,675.

'So this is heaven?' thought Harry. The prospect of going to heaven was exciting. Finally, he'll be able to see his parent again. Finally, he'll live the life that he always wanted. A life free from all the pain and the abuse.

So why was he falling?

'Wait...Falling!?" Harry looked down and sure enough, he felt himself slipping further and further away from the gates of heaven. It was as if something had grabbed onto his legs and began pulling him down. The wind roared in his ears as his speed picked up, eventually, losing complete sight of the golden gates, 'Wait, this can't be! What did I do wrong!'

The desperate eight-year-old held his tiny arms out, frantically yet with great futility, attempted to grab onto a puff of cloud. Looking around him, he saw other numerous figures falling out of the sky just like he was. Some held expressions of fear and grief, others showed a lack of anything. It was almost as if they were expecting something. Then he saw it.

A great gash slit across the skies, like a tear through space itself. The massive split spewed fire and from its dark, endless epicentre, a cacophony of shrieks and screams. The sounds emulating from within spoke of pain, great pain, fear and all manners of a demented choir. Numerous souls like Harry were being sucked in at an astonishing rate, their faces carved with so much despair and fear.

Harry kicked his little legs as fast as he could, yet it made no difference as it merely spurred his descent faster. As he reached the edge of the rift, he felt for the first time since his death; pain. A pain so great that it exceeded all the pain the Vernon Dursley inflicted upon in his entire lifetime. The flames charred his skin, flayed his muscles and literally melted his insides; despite his lack of a body. Harry was eventually completely consumed by the murderous fire, but not before noticing one final detail. Planted outside of the rift was a sign; a sign not that much different from the one he saw near heaven's gate. This one too read, Hell, Population, however, unlike the other sign, this one hilariously had no specific number. It just keeps climbing like a speedometer on a constantly moving car.

That was the last thing he saw before the flames consumed his eyes and he felt himself fall through the darkness.

"Oi! Get up and start moving"

Harry felt a burst of pain in his sides that immediately forced his eyes open. As he tried to rub his eyes with his hands to clear his vision, he was shocked to find out that he couldn't, rather, he lacked any hands in the first place to even attempt it. His panic quickly rising, it took another kick to his side that got him to focus on the bigger picture.

"Are you deaf? Get the fuck up before I make you!"

Harry looked up to see a figure that immediately scared the living daylights out of him. The figure was large, about as large as an adolescent buffalo. His skin was flayed a bright fiery red though, it was pulled back to the point that it looked like it was stretching to the maximum. His arms, torso, and legs were decorated with tribal tattoos that depicted large snakes wrapped around a totem pole with expressions of immense pain and fear. At the end of each of his limbs, were large, sharp yellow claws that dug into the ground as he walked. However, the one thing that stood out the most (and scared Harry the most), was his face. His face was demonic in nature, with large horns sprouting out of his head, black sclera with red pupils and large razor teeth that sat in neat rows in his mouth. Like with the rest of his body, the figure's face was also decorated with tattoos, except these ones were wolven in a way such that they looked like that came directly from his eyes.

The demon must have noticed Harry staring as he turned to him in hatred and spoke with a venomous tone, "What? You shittin yourself by looking at me? Get used to it, you're in Hell now"

Wait. Hell?

"Hell?" asked Harry meekly to which the demon merely sighed in frustration and jabbed Harry forwards with a rough shove.

"Yes - Hell" replied the demon. He gave Harry one last shove before pushing him into a crowd of moving souls, "Now fuck off and have a nice day"

The revelation of where he was along with the harsh tone of the demon shook him to the core, allowing his spirit body to be carried by the current of the souls. All around him were balls of fire, each of them burning brightly though they emitted no heat. A human face was stamped onto each of the bodies of fire, most of them men and women though some were faces of children.

The stream of souls moved in a single file, entering a tunnel with demonic prints on the side. The walls were a gnarled and twisted in odd ways though it formed a barely recognizable archway that filled its purpose perfectly. As Harry entered the archway with all the souls around him, he noticed a small figure standing on top of a flat obelisk.

"Alright you degenerates!" spoke the small red-furred demon with a megaphone. He was rather small for a demon, with small black and red horns along with comedic white eyes, "My name is Bob and I'm in charge of your stay in hell. You're here because you've been bad people - but don't worry, we'll fix you up right away!"

He gave a sadistic chuckle that terrified Harry - so much so that he stopped walking in terror. He souls around him didn't seem to notice he stopped, and instead simply walked around him. Bob, on the other hand, noticed immediately that Harry was standing there shell-shocked and swopped in to have a look at him.

"Well, Well, Who do we have here?" He poked Harry's spirit body with a sharp nail, " What's got you so wrapped up, huh?"

"Is...Is this really hell?" asked Harry meekly, to which Bob just threw his head back laughing,

"Of course its hell boy, You've been naughty so heaven decided to send you here" He chuckled to himself a little more before he turned to Harry with a serious expression, "Don't think you're the only one. You'll won't be the first nor the last"

"Wh-whats going to happen now?" asked Harry.

"Oh...I don't know" replied Bob nonchalantly, "Maybe we'll suspend you from your legs and roast you over the fire for shits and giggles. Or maybe we'll use rats to consume your insides, or roast you over a slow fire"

The flashback to Uncle Vernon's abusive words sent cold shivers down Harry's spine. Despite Bob only jesting with Harry, he had no idea that his words were causing Harry to have a panic attack, only noticing when Harry began smashing his body against the sides of the walls in a futile attempt to get away from what ever ghost he was seeing.

"Woah! What are you doing?!" screamed Bob. Some of the other souls stopped walking and turned over to observe the disturbance between the demon and Harry's erratic behaviour, "If you keep doing that the glass will crac-"

Sure enough to Bob's words, Harry's constant pounding of the walls eventually caused it to smash open, revealing that it was, in fact, a glass wall made to look like it was pure brimstone. Alas, the force of Harry's body also caused him to fall through the hole that he made, leaving behind a wide-eyed Bob as he watched Harry's body plunge down to the lower depths of Hell.

'Well...shit...' though Bob as he pulled out his phone. He skimmed through the list of contacts before he found the one he wanted.

"Hey, Larry? Call Major Styx, we have a possible unwritten soul on the loose."

As Harry fell further and further down the depths of hell, he barely felt any of the wind brushing against his spirit body. The only pain he could feel was the pain in his heart. The pain that was brought from the realization of where he was.

Hell.

How this have happened? That was the only question that plagued his mind. To Harry, this had to be a mistake. He had held out for so long, he had done everything that anyone had ever demanded on him with no complaint, no hatred in his heart. Sure sometimes he fought back against his cousin - but to him, that was only when the pain had been too unbearable.

Suicide might have been a step too far, true. But how can suicide be a step too far compared to all the things that his Uncle ever did to him? It just didn't make any sense anymore.

He was nearing the bottom of hell now. Underneath him was a spectacle to behold, an entire city in the form of a Sigil of Baphomet, complete with neon lights and everything that made it completely different from what Harry initial thought Hell would look like.

Not that it really mattered. As he got closer and closer to the red ground, the final thoughts of Harry were simple.

'I wish I'd never been born'

Pain.

It was the only thing he felt once he hit the ground. But the pain didn't come from the impact, rather it came from within him. He felt a searing hot pain spread over his entire body as he laid there, withering and screaming.

Then the changes came. Despite having no body, pain that could only be described as if someone was stretching his limbs rippled through Harry's body. Bones formed, tissue appeared and soon skin and hair morphed, covered them and forming the outline of a body. In his head, Harry could feel objects sprouting from his skull, driving directly into his brain, and causing intense pain to drill right to the centre of his brain. He clutched his head (once he realized he had arms again), and began rubbing it in a futile attempt to ease the pain.

Soon the pain faded. And Harry fell to his knees, panting in exhaustion. To his amazement, his spirit body was now gone and in its place was a new body, one that was quite larger than his malnourished eight-year-old body from when he was alive. Apart from the slightly pale skin and red and black hair, Harry felt as if he was alive again with everything in place. Brushing his hair, he was quite disappointed to feel that it was still as messy as usual, though there were now two small antlers on his head and two tufts of hair sticking up like deer ears.

Looking around him, Harry saw that he was in an alleyway. The wretched smell of garbage and waste permeated around the dumpsters that stood against the walls, flooding his nose and causing his eyes to tear up. Pulling up a chunk of his shirt to cover his nose (sadly his clothes remain the same as the ones he died in), Harry forced himself to pass the mass of garbage and emerged onto the main street.

Hell was...interesting to say the least, or rather it wasn't what he expected. All around Harry was the hustle and bustle of an everyday metropolitan, with people all walking and generally acting civilized, not at all what the television told him. Neon lights illuminated buildings, people stood in front of stalls advertising their merchandise, and people sat at these stalls, not eating but instead sniffing white powders, consuming brightly coloured pills and injecting themselves with needles of red fluids.

'It's almost like a normal city' thought Harry, as his eight-year-old brain failed to recognize that he was standing in the presence of drug junkies and prostitutes, 'Now if only the people were actually normal'.

True to his thoughts, the demons around him were varied in their forms. Some held humane features with a more demonic outlook, others animalistic and primitive in nature, heck some were a weird combination of both. Then there were those that looked like nothing he'd ever seen before, straight out of the horror shows that Dudley would watch. Mouths in weird places, elongated claws, multiple eyes. There was even one demon snorting crack that had his entire face upside down.

Harry felt naked amongst the sea of demons that surrounded him, like a newborn surrounded by the veteran birds of a flock. Harry thought to himself that the best bet for him to find his way around was to find the best authority figure. However, looking around at all the drug use and the 'questionable' activities that the demons were engaging in, Harry felt slightly deflated as he thought about what to do next.

His eyes lightened up however when he noticed a rather professional looking demon leaning against the entrance to a building illuminated by a red light above the door. The demon was human in nature if one was to neglect the two goat horns poking out from his locks of yellow hair. He was dressed in a well-mannered suit and held a bored expression on his face as he let people into the building. Harry thought to himself that amongst all the demons around him, this was the safest one for him to approach.

The demon's eyebrows raised slightly as he saw Harry approach him. When they stood face to face with one another, Harry felt slightly intimidated as he realized that the demon was at least half a metre taller than he was. For the briefiest moment, they stood there, one unable to start the conversation because he was too afraid and the other because he simply didn't care.

"Well...? Aren't you coming in the whorehouse?" asked the demon after the prolonged wait, "Seriously get in or get away from here, your beginning to piss me off"

"Huh? Oh sorry, sir" apologized Harry to which the demon expressed genuine surprise, "I was just going to ask you some directions. Do you know where I can find the police, sir?"

"Been a long time since anyone called me sir" replied the demon in a raspy voice, now getting off the wall to stare down at Harry even more, "Just what are you playing at?"

"No-Nothing sir!" replied Harry as he broke out in cold sweat, "Just...Aunt Petunia always taught me to be polite to adults - because it means they won't hit me"

He muttered that last part to himself, though the demon continued to look at him with suspicious eyes.

"Really...? Look I understand you have the physique of a kid but you don't need to act one too"

"B-but I'm not lying! I only eight!"

"Wait...What!?" The demon's eyes widened in shock as he took in the information, "You're really eight?"

"Yes!"

"Kid...I don't know how you died or what you did to get here" He sighed and fell back against the wall, "But seeing a kid down here is quite a shock. Not many kids go to hell. How'd you die anyway?"

"Umm...Well...I sort of jumped..." Harry yelped as the demon grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him, albeit rather roughly.

"Wait you committed suicide!? Damn... kid that a grave sin!"

"S-Sin?"

"Hell yeah it's a grave sin"

Harry couldn't take it anymore. First was his horrible life. Then the rejection from heaven, the painful transformation and now the soul-crushing revelation of his mistakes. He simply broke down in tears right in front of the still-shocked demon.

"Woah, Woah!" The demon jumped back in shock as he looked down at the pitiful state of the boy. His mind was in conflicts as he wondered whether to help the kid or not. On one hand, he could sympathize slightly with the boy. On the other hand, he was getting flashbacks of other patrons acting like this before and it filled him with an absolute desire to kick the boy's face in.

Luckily for him he didn't need to do any of that, for the door next to him slammed open and the woman of his nightmares emerged from it.

"Yoo-hoo...! Hey Auburn, do want to have some fun!?"

The demon, now called Auburn, turned his attention to the newest demon that just entered their conversation. Her appearance was definitely...unique to put it in polite terms. She had pale grey skin with slightly darker grey hair that cascaded pass her shoulders in waves. Her teeth were a light yellow sheen with all of them styled in fangs and her fingernails were long and elongated, painted the same shade of yellow as her teeth. What Auburn really believed was her most defining trait was her red eyes, a shade of red so sharp it felt as if she was staring right into your soul. That...and the 'interesting' outfit she wore that exposed most of her body and greatly emphasized her...'assets'

"Ohh...Auburn were you checking me out again?" She got closer to him and pushed herself against his chest, "You know you can do what ever you want with me, right?"

Her playful tone faded away as she noticed Harry who was quietly sobbing to himself next to Auburn.

"Were you bullying my customers again?"

"No I wasn't Mel - besides this one is only eight anyways - he doesn't know you're a whore"

" He's eight?" Mel squealed as she picked up Harry and squeezed him against her chest, "Ohmygosh! He's adorable!"

"Yeah...Mel - I think you're suffocating him"

"Huh...?"

Sure enough, Harry was waving his tiny little arms in an attempt to break free from Mel's grasp, his face enveloped by her breasts which made him unable to breathe. She quickly let go of him which made him land rather painfully on his bottom.

"So sorry...are you okay?"

"Huh!? Umm...yes miss"

"Wow! So polite too!" Mel then turned to Auburn who just looked on with an amused expression, "What this kid do to get down here?"

"Committed suicide from what he told me"

"Oh, my gawd - really?"

"Well...not my fault...I mean...Uncle and Aunt and Dudley would never leave me alone" protested Harry, "Everything I do is not good enough for them. Never good enough for them. I just couldn't take it anymore"

"And now you're in hell...Oh, you poor child give big sis here a hug!" Harry yelped as he tried to prevent Mel from suffocating him again as she leaned in again for a hug.

"Still" continued Auburn, watching from the side with an amused expression, "What do you plan on doing now that you're in hell?"

"I...I don't know...maybe find a policeman or something to help me" replied Harry.

"Yeah...about that. I don't think there are police down here. Down here its total anarchy, everyone for themselves"

"Not quite," said Mel, finally releasing Harry to ponder to herself, "What about Satan? He's technically the ruler of hell. Sure he leaves us demons on our own to do what we want, but he still makes sure that the whole place doesn't collapse in on itself"

"Umm...isn't he bad or something?" asked Harry worriedly, "I mean...the church always said he was evil and stuff"

"Who Satan? Nah he's okay actually. Not the best, sure, but when you're in hell you can't expect everyone to be the best"

"Y-You know where I can find him?"

"Sure, here" Mel reached between her breasts and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. As she unfolded it and showed it to Harry, he was amazed to see he was looking at a map of Hell, shaped in the Sigil of Baphomet.

"Okay we are currently here" Mel pointed to the topmost point of the star, "This is the red light district of hell. Where you want to go is here, the central pentagram. The entire area is owned by Satan so once you enter it you should be okay"

"However, be wary of this place" She pointed to an area that sat between the northern point and its entrance to the central pentagram, "There's a lot of demon gangs down there so you'll be safer going around them via this street. Here take the map. I won't need it anymore anyway"

"Thank you Mr Auburn, Miss Mel! I'll be on my way now"

With that little Harry took off running with the map clutched in his hands, much to the amusement of Auburn and Mel who just watched him scamper away.

"You know we could have come with him right?" asked Auburn. Mel merely shrugged her shoulders.

"Nah...this place is hell...the sooner he realizes how horrible it is. The sooner he'll grow up"

"I was wondering where your cruelty went"

Mel merely chuckled to herself before pushing her body against Auburn's, "Now why don't we go inside and have some fun? I let you use the whip on me this time~!"

"Heh, heh...sure...but let me call a replacement first"

"Don't keep me waiting~~!" said Mel seductively. With that, the dominatrix re-entered the whorehouse, leaving behind a smirking Auburn who pulled his phone out.

"Oi Harris! Stop plowing that prostitute and get up here! It's time for your shift"

Author Notes: Sorry for making Hell this graphic. Sadly I don't know much about Hell from Zoophobia so I took some inspiration from the Hell from Hazbin Hotel and made my own spin from it. And for those who didn't realize, Harry has turned into a deer demon. The reason why will be explained in later chapters.

Also, I'm going on holiday soon, so there might be a really long gap until the next chapter. Other than that, thanks for reading and I see you next time.