Harry Potter and the Church of Satan

by bookworm24nerd

Hogwarts is full of many dark and forbidding secrets, but how does one of the most well kept secrets effect the daily lives of the few people involved... and the many unsuspecting staff and students? Can Harry continue to keep the secret from his friends or will it all fall astray in a tale so secret even the professors are not allowed to know exists.

1. Chapter 1

Authors Note: This story is in no way meant to be taken seriously and is just some trash two random people made to fill time.

It was already midnight, and Harry Potter was hurriedly putting on his invisibility cloak. He snuck past a sleeping Ron Weasley who was, despite fast asleep, was grumbling and mumbling about spiders. The door leading to the Gryffindor common room let out a soft creak and Harry let out a great sigh as he stepped through. It had been many weeks before the Hogwarts Church of Satan had last met up.

Harry crept through the dark halls, silently gliding past snoring portraits and slumbering ghosts. When he came to a large staircase engraved with pulsing bullfrogs, he stopped. He pulled out his wand and whispered, "Snordwagon."

From seemingly out of nowhere, a large doorway appeared from under the staircase. Harry quickly darted in, holding his breath as a wave if heat and incense rushed over him.

He was then standing face to face with a portrait portraying a bright green mutilated cherubim. The cherubim's arms and legs were simply rolls of fat crashing into each other with no starting or end point. His chubby face glared down at Harry highlighting its furry unibrow, and melted green features.

" Password," the cherubim growled.

" Draco's gettin' busy, " Harry whispered before walking into the newly opened and warm passage way ahead.