It was febuary third when Ron Weesely finaly made it in to hell. Of corse he didn't now what day it was, but he new he had ben wating for a wile. For a relly long time he was stuck in the grey, a dark place were peple wate to get in to heven or hell. Ron's paperwork was siting at the botom of the bin, so it tuk months for it to finealy get thru. That day wen he woke up, he wasnt in the grey anymor. He cud tell cuz evrything was red. The walls of the room he was in were red, the floor was red and wen he luked down at hiself he saw that his cloths were red to. The thot that a stranger undresed him made him feel weerd in a nice way.

"Hey are u Ron Weesely?" sudenly asked a persen siting in the corner of the room. There were a bunch of peples in the same room as Ron, but there were no chairs or beds.

"Ya why?" sed Ron.

"Your up next i herd them sey so" sed the guy.

"Ron Weesely" sed a new guy, opening the red door from the outside. "Your up next." Ron stud up slowly and shakely. He herd the guy in the corner wisper "I told u so" as he was escorded awey.

Ron passed lots of dors as he was taken awey. He cood here screeming coming thru some of them as he passed. After a wile they finealy came to werever the cop was taking him.

"This is the jugement room" he esplaned. "Go in and sit down in the chare in the midle of the room. Ok bi." The cop walked awey and Ron loked at his but. It was a nice but. After he was done looking at the but he pushed open the door and enterd the jugement room.

The jugement room was a empty red room with only a dark red chare in the center off it. But there were also a one big mirors on eech of the walls that didnt have a door on them. Ron went and sat down in the chare relly shakely cuz he was nervus. Ever since he was a kid he was scared of mirors and now he was kinda surounded by them a bit. It made him taste doritos.

The doritos taste was becus of his grama's tajic deth. Wen he was a kid he was staying at his nintey yearold grama's house and she had alot of mirors. She was a narsisist, but a loveble narsisist so. And Ron was eating a bag of doritos in her speshel miror room were she wood just stand in her pretyest dress and bask in her relly old, rinkly glory. But. Ron was in there and she was in the kichen making doritos salad (Ron relly liked doritos ok) wen all off a suden he herd her rinkly screems. She was so old she had a rinkly voice, even Morgen Freemen sed so and he's the voice expert you now so you can't argiu with that. But!

Ron ran to the kichen and saw his ded grama with insermountible shards of class stiking out of her and all over the flor. The miror on the kichen seeling that was there for gests to see her cook from like above, it somehow fell and stabed her in the brane and all over her. blud wus splatered evrywere in the kichen and a big splocher of it was under her on the flor. She was cut up evrywere and big gashes were all over her body. Ron cood even see kinda part of her brane. That esperiense scared him not literely but in his mind. So he was super scered of mirors from then-on. And if he ever did see doritos or mirors he wood get a panic atack on him from his trateros brane and need jucy meet to stop it.

So, back in the jugement room Ron was having a panic atack. He was trying despretly to open the door and escape the mirors but it was locked as soon as he shut the door erlier.

"AAAAUGH" he sed loudley and screemly. He started to wale histaricly and pound on the red door with all his mite. But badly for Ron he didn't have very much mite. "NO NO NO!" he yelled and bye the last rore he wasn't himself and a deep rogh voice was shouting. Ron's panic had releesed his inner demon (the resen he was sent too hell anyways other than maybe his stupidety) wich took imediete controll. It tuced away his wizerd side and took over. Ron's dorito taste had unloced imnense power and unstopible strenth that day.

Ron was panting now, rage flowing thru his vanes. He wipped around and did a super jump to the window at the opesite end of the room. He crashed thru it and landed on a sientist in a red lab cote. He grabed a hold of her geneus-super-big-brane hed and tore it rite of, blud esploding onto the already red walls like a new cote of fresh paint. Ron let out a snarl before tareing off her arms and eeting them like a starveing homeles man who wood eat a persen like that's how hungry. The other sientit in the room was to scared of Ron to even move. When he had swallowed the arms he let out another growl like a demon lion, then tackled the other sientist. Ron clawed at his face, riping out an eyeball and taring his face skins. He was about to rip out his throte wen the hidden room's door opend and a red man with two large horns walked in waring a darker red sute.

"Ron Weesely," he sed, seemingly not careing about Ron being in the proses of killing somone. "You've ben acepted." Ron's rage dide down and he looked at Saten with confushen.

"What do you meen so did I pass the jugement?" he sed qwestonly.

"Yes," sed Saten back. "We were giveing this test to all of the male jinjers, looking for hell's chosen one. Well, we fownd him. Its you. Now get of that man and come with me."

"So your adopting me?" sed Ron to Satan as they walked down a hallway.

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Maybe you won't want to heer this, but I am your true parent." esplaned Saten. "You're mind was born from mine actelly and only your body is from your mortel parents. Now that you reterned to your tru home it wood be apropreite to reunite."

"Do you have parents" Ron asked? Saten looked away and ignored the qweston.

"Here's the Pit." he sed pointing to the geiant hole in the flor. "Only ones with the royal blud can survive the fall so any inttuders that jump down just esplode on the ground."

"How do we survive but not evryone else thogh? And how do we get up?" asked Ron stupidly.

"We'll use our mounts, but just jump" he sed, pushing Ron in to the pit!

"See it was ok!" Saten sed smartly to Ron at the botom of the Pit. "Now let's get you your room." He led Ron down a hallway and then went left. Down that hall at the end was Ron's room. Saten opened the door slowly then gestured for Ron to enter. Ron was amased. There were sords and dagers evrywere. The chandeleer was made out of small blades and on the walls large axes were mounted. The bedframe was made out of swords, and the bed itself looked estremly comfy.

"Evrything in here is yours, son." Saten sed afectonitely. Ron had never felt so happy and cared for in his hole life. His mortel parents uselly ignorde him. "I think you shud go to bed soon becus it's prety late. I sent for you at eite P.M. and I need to make plans with your help in the morning."

"Thanks, father, I will. I…" Ron hesitaded cuz he only just met his reel father but alredy felt close to him. But then Saten put a hand on his sholder.

"I love you to Ron."


"Atenshon all students and teechers"boomed Moley's voice over the Hockwards innercom. "There is an emergency meeting hapening today, rite now, febuary forth, imedietly in the Grate hall about Herminey Ranger's messige yesterday. If you don't come you will be espelled or fired from Hockwards." Moley sihed as she leened back in her comfy Hedmatress chare. She culd feel her dad's butprint in the seat, worn in from yeers and yeers of sitting there. Moley felt a teer dribling from her round eyeball and onto her cheek. It stayed there for a milesecont then rolled down and off her chin and in to the air. The lite reflecded off the driblet as it tumblred thru the airs. It splatted on Moley's jeens and was abzorbed by the fabric.

Moley was relly sad. Her dad was gone and now Saten's Armey was thretening to torcher her and Hairy if they didn't both die. It had been two years since Abus Dubledore pased away but Moley was stil gilty about how she killed him to get the Elder Wand. But. Moley shoodn't have ben gilty, cuz it relly wasn't her falt it was all Ron's! He was the target of Duble and Snap's bet and then his boyfrend Dreco got angry about it and tryed to kill Dubledore! But! Snap saved him and killed Dreco, but then killed himself and Abus becuse he thot it was Abuses falt Dreco dyed. And he cudn't live with himself after he killed Abus. But! Abus wasn't relly ded, then Moley finished him off, and she's perfect and butiful so its compleetly ok. Sadly Moley wus having douts about her perfecness.

She clozed her eyes and cryed a little bit, but then remembred the botles of majic alcahol in the dror. Moley reeched over and pulled open the dror, botles clinkering and liqwid inside off them swurling. She grabed the first botle she saw and held it up. Moley just stared at it not drinking or moving just looking at it. Her mowth conterted in to a scowl as anger willed up in her.

"GAH" she yelled sudenly, like a sneeze noone especs, standing up throwing the bottle at the wall. It esploded and glass bits went evrywere. The orenge majic alcahol inside splacherd all over relly qwickly like the snot from the sneeze noone especs. And Moley just stood there bye her desk cleching her fists relly tite. She was done with her alcaholicnes ok? She sihed and let her hands not be all clenched up and walked towards the majic starecase that took her out of the ofise. It was time for the meeting.

As Moley walked in to the Grate hall, she herd with her good eers the students wispering rumers about what was gonna hapen dering the meeting. Moley, nowing the facs, new none of them new wat was acshully hapening. It was going to be a new scool with new rools. Moley thoght it cud even be a rap song or something but one of the sader songs not like the Slem Shady ones or watever.

"Atenshon evryone!" she sed boomingly at the opium at the back off the room. All the students turnt to look at her, the most powerful wizerd in the world. "As u now yesterdey there wus an apeerence of a deseesed student Herminey Ranger. She made threts of war and torter to me and the hole erth. So we need to stop her and who she's werking for: the devel Saten!" A big gasp like HUUH went thru the crowd. "As u now, Saten is in hell rite now but he's planing to take over all off erth, Herminey sed so. We need to make a armey of powerfel wizerds to stop him." Sudenly a wich ran forwerd.

"I volenteer as tribute!" she sed loudly. The hall was qwiet for a bit, but then the hole scool laffed at her and she qwietly went back to her seet.

"There are no volenteers" Moley esplaned. "cuz most of u are relly dum and we can't have a big groop of idiets trying to kill Saten ok? Your relly stupid no ofense but I mean. I'll colect up all the peple who will be in the armey after this meeting and they wont be taking anymore clases until after the batle." When Moley menchened that they woodn't be taking anymore clases the wole hall bersted in to loudness like a boob bersting out of a costume at the Superbole. It made Moley angry cuz she hated nipslips.

"QWIEEEEEEEET" she sed yellingly! "This is series like no joke ok. If Saten wins, the hole erth will be ruled by him and I'm the only one who shud ever rule the hole erth so we need to stop him" evryone noded. "Even the peple not in the army well still have jobs and prolly not have class ether. Are there eny qwestons?" Moley alredy new there wood be qwestons, cuz all the peple there (even the teechers) weren't as smart as her and cudn't see the ovius. But. She was nise and let the peple think she didn't no.

"I have one" sed a blond girl.

Lola Lovegod thoght Moley. Off corse. She's relly dum. "Go ahed." she sed outloud.

"Why is Herminey standing behind you?"