Truly Scarred Pt 2
"W-who are you," asked Harry quietly. He had abad feeling about this woman.
"That's Death and he's hell,"said Ron as Hermione let out another scream and he saw a man walk through her door.
"Holy Shit," was all that came out of Harry's mouth.
"That would be appropriate in some ways," said the man, "but Ronald is right. I am Helector VanCos, and she is Deana Morise, better known as Hell and Death," said Hell.
"No that's not possible. Hell is a place and death, death is the aftermath," said Harry.
"Young wizards, they understand nothing. Dear child we created this hell and death you speak of. We make the rules because we are the rulers. And if you don't state your business here, the girl will die," said the woman.
"Deana, h-he doesn't know," croaked Ron.
"I'm very aware of that," said Deana easily.
"Please leave us,"
"No. You I ought to kill. I save you and you disobay a command I give you! No, you have no right. I have right mind to take you with me," said Deana.
Deana was wearing (if ghost can wear clothing) a red suit and a grey shrit that said, Death is my name, Hell is my partner and matching red heels. Hell was wearing a butler's suit. Looking at them they seemed harmless but their eyes gave it away. Harry knew that her bad side would cost him badly.
"So boy!" said Hell scarring Harry,"Are you going to state your business? Or am I going to have you to add to my chambers,"
Remebering a lesson on how to greet others of power from a History of Magic book, Harry responded, "I, Harry Potter, of the Noble House of Gryffindor, have the ownership of this house for a secret nonlocatable place and demand you break this house from its suffering,"
"This house hasn't been used for such nonsense isn't Lilian and James Potter..."
"And you must be their son," said Deana cutting over Hell. Harry nodded.
"This must be the usual, hiding from Voldermort?"
"Yeah, for a while at least,"
Death nodded and went silent as though desiding what she was going ot do. Finally she turned to Ron and said, "You will do as you are commanded. I will break this house back to its normal state. The house will be hidden and I trust you have a new more responable secret keeper, like Albus," she snapped now trunning to Harry.
"He's dead," Ron said quietly.
"What a shame," siad Hell from his silence.
"You knew Dumbledore?" said Harry amazed.
"Boy, just because we live in fire and heat doesn't mean we were once students of your age. Everyone knows Dumbledore," snapped Hell.
"Release Hermione, Helector," growled Ron.
Hell grinned eveily. "The girl will be fine. You probably cause more trouble to her than I did. Well get a goodnight sleep, gentlemen," said Hell walking towards the door.
"And if we come back, you'll wish you had that time turner, if you understand what I mean," snapped Death practilly growling.
Both boys nodded the ghost disappeared. As they did, the house seem to change colors, it seemed more brighter and lively as though they had woken from hibernation with a fresh start.
"We should head to bed. Hopefully there will be no more problems," said Ron heading to bed,"I'm crashing with Mione".
The next morning Hermione woke to the smell of pancakes downstairs. Walking slowly, so she wouldn't wake the portaits she entered the kitchen to see Ron at the stove and Harry at the table half asleep. "So what happened last night?" asked Hermione. Ron sighed, "Just a friendly visit from our favorite nightmares," said Ron.
