Hey guys! Sorry I took so long to write this little but….but school started and…yeah, AP biology is not that easy…but anyways! Read, and enjoy! Oh, thanx again Toni!

"Er…hi…hehe." What was Harry doing here?

"Don't 'hi' us, it's not gonna help you because guess what? You WILL go to heaven or hell! Got it? Heaven or hell! Haha! Heaven or hell!" Then he suddenly broke into a diabolical song, but it was undeniably catchy. "Heaven or hell! HAHA! Heaven or hell! HAHA! Heaven—"

"Um, I think they get our point, Mitchell," said another man.

"Ahem. Okay, Mr. Potter and Mr. Riddle…would you like to say anything before the counseling starts?"

"Uh…it was all his fault!" said Voldy pointing to Harry.

"Coward," Muttered Harry under his breath.

"Okay…Mr. Potter?"

Harry gave them a blank stare. "Well, I just want to know…can I come back to life?"

"Hmm…no."

"There is no way?" asked Harry, this time making his voice even more serious.

"Well…there is a possible way…but, explain to me. Why would we give it to you?"

"Well, so many people died to keep me alive. My parents, my godfather—"

"Would you like to meet them?"

"I—What?"

"Would, you, like, to, meet, your, parents, and godfather?" The man talked to him as if he was a 4-year-old.

"Uh, sure." Harry's heart was starting to beat faster by each second. Now, he definitely needed to call 9-1-1.

"Okay, then. You will have ten minutes to talk to them—"

"What? ten minutes? I will be meeting them after all these years, and all I get is ten minutes?! That's so economy! This is one of the biggest moments of my life...er...death...and all I get is ten minutes?!?" yelled Harry.

The man looked at him coldly. "Would you rather have five?"

Harry gulped. "Uh, no. Ten sounds fine. Ten is great! Have I ever told you ten is my favorite number…well, my favorite number is five...and 12, because twelve is the square root if 144, and 144 adds up to 9 and nine is an interesting number, mainly because it's the square root of...eh...a number…but ten is wonderful!"

The man looked at him with his eyebrows raised.

"That's...er...nice to know..."

"Yup, I love ten—ow!"

"That would mean shut up," whispered Voldy.

"Okay, now that we agreed on the time. Off you go!"

"Wha—?" What did he mean by 'off you go'? Go where?

But Harry didn't need an answer for that. He soon felt a weird sensation, like he was being sucked into a vacuum. He closed his eyes…please don't let me die, please don't let me die…oh, wait I'm already dead…please don't let me die again, please don't let me die again...Wait, how can I die again if I'm already dead?...I'm confused...Hey a bunny! Such a cute bunny...wait a second…Crap! Focus!...Christ…talk about an adventure!

When Harry opened his eyes, he found himself in a small gray room. He was sitting in a cold and hard chair. He desperately looked around to see where he was. He found a sign on a door that said "Encentro Sabitalle". What on Earth did that mean?...Wait, he wasn't on Earth anymore. What on Heaven did that mean? The room gave him an uneasy feeling…it felt like a jail.

"Wha? What is going on? Lily are you alright? Sirius? What the bloody—" The voice that was behind Harry stopped.

"Wait, that guy sitting on the chair has my hair!"

"Honey, calm down."

"Yeah, James. It's not like you're the only one with a bird nest on your head. Except the bird's nest is a bit gray now. And a little funny-shaped...no wait, that's just your head."

"Shut up. You know very well that my side of the family tends to get gray hair sooner than most people. And my head is a perfectly normal shape!"

"Psssh, yeah right!"

"Can both of you stop bickering!?"

"Well, it's not my fault this miserable git can't recognize his own son!" said Sirius.

"My own son?" James voice was quiet now. Then, with a whisper he said, "Harry?"

Harry couldn't believe it. After all these years he was finally going to meet the family he had been thriving for almost 17 years. Their first impression had been an interesting one.

Ron on the other hand was getting terribly troubled by Hermione the Terrible.

"But why do we have to go to the library?" he whined.

"Ron, I want to know everything thing there is about life after death!"

"But the only way you'll know is if you die!...And you better not die!"

"Oh, come on. What are the chances that there isn't an ounce to truth in all those books?"

"Would you really want me to answer that?"

"Shut up."

Voldy did not like this. He didn't like this one bit. He hated this.

"So, Mr. Riddle—"

"I didn't do it!!!!! You can't prove a thing!!" Voldy gave Mr. Mitchell a nervous look.

"Sorry, guilty consience. Carry on."

"I would like to talk to you about what you have done," said Mr. Mitchell, he started at him like he was a madman.

"Okay that was one. I stole the cookies from the cookie jar once!"

"Oh no, I—you DID WHAT?!"

"Oh, and I accidentally set your cloak on fire."

The next few minutes were pandemonium. Mr. Mitchell screamed and jumped, landing on the guy with a green and brown eye. He yelled and threw Mr. Mitchell, who started running around in circles screaming "Help! Help!" Then, a guy who had green skin took his shoe and started hitting it on Mr. Mitchells' butt, since that's where the fire was. But instead, the guy's shoe became on fire, and he threw the shoe to the guy who had red dots all over him. The red guy threw the shoe to another guy who threw it to another on and so forth. Pretty soon there was a circle that was throwing a burning shoe around with a mad man in the middle trying to blow the fire out by chasing his back.

"Uh…should I be doing something?" asked Voldy to himself. He thought…and thought…and he looked around the room…Oh yeah! Now I remember!

Voldy put his hand under his cloak and took out a lollipop. He slowly opened the wrapper and then…he put the lolly into his mouth.

He smiled and said, "Hmmmmm…cherry."

Hehe…well, wutcha think?