Author's Note

Hey, it's chapter 4 now. Dark and I are attempting a double kind of thing, where we'll try to put out a new chapter of both our stories around the same time, perhaps to cover the shortness.

Harry's putting together a council of sorts to help him on his way, aside from the support of Lucifer and his friends. Neville is taking Hell, well (No pun intended.) and is eager to learn more about the environment. (He was obsessed with Herbology, and he just found who knows how much more resources.)

Luna is completely unaffected, but that's just Luna, she's completely fine with all of this.
In case no one's noticed, I put a lot of references in the hotel.

The elevator plays "Scary, Spooky, Skeletons.", the floor Harry stays on is an entire reference to The Shining, along with other little things I might throw in.
Hope it's good.
-RTF

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Religion, The Shining, the Spooky Skeleton Song (Who owns that?) or real people.
Warnings: None really, the chapter is pretty tame. Can't be horrific all the time, there will be calm moments.

Harry Potter was surrounded by genius.

While he wouldn't have chosen the men exactly, they were who he needed. He had been attempting to work, until the men, and a typewriter were ushered into the room.
Most of the men Harry had heard of, mainly from history books. They talked between themselves, and mentioned their respective time periods, as they were all from separate ones. They all took interest in Harry's story, as his was the latest.

"So… 1998. What's the world like without me?" The first man asked, a lazy grin on his face.

"Well… peaceful, but I believe Lucifer referred to it as boring."

"That's… nice I suppose. What about New York? My boys still there?"

"I don't know, but they're probably gone. Sorry Al." Harry told the man, before focusing on the man to their left.

"You… said you're going to travel backwards in time… How? I've done research, I thought only forward was possible…?" The second Al asked, looking closer at Harry.

"Albert… we're in Hell. The Devil himself is going to take me back. Your research is almost useless now, I'm sorry, but science doesn't matter here." Harry apologized to the man, even though he had nothing to do with it. Out of the three of them, Albert seemed to be the one that had the hardest with adjusting to the afterlife. Alphonse had been fully willing to accept Hell when he moved on, but Albert had difficulties.

Every once in a while, Harry's eyes drifted towards the fourth man at their table… Robert Catesby.
They had tried to talk with the man before, but he seemed content with being an observer. As Harry had studied history during his horrible days at Muggle school, he knew somewhat of the man behind the Gunpowder Plot. He'd hoped the man would have some knowledge to share regarding his mission, but so far he'd been silent.
After it was brought in, Harry had looked over the typewriter, but it just kept typing out the same sentence over and over, loudly.
After the fifteen page fell out, Al knocked it off the table.

"Yeah, yeah Jack, you're a dull boy, shut the fuck up." The ex-mobster growled, before collecting himself, straightening his hat in the process. "So Harry, what do you have planned on the schedule so far…?"

Harry thought about it before answering. "Well, I'm going to do almost the exact opposite of what I did last time. Make changes when I think they're needed, and prevent some things from happening."

"That seems like a fine idea Mister Potter, but what will you do if something goes wrong?" Albert asked, knowing that a plan never survives the 'battlefield'.

"I will stun and obliviate anyone that's near by, and see if Lucifer will help." Harry said, unsure as he hadn't put much thought in what to do in that situation.

"You and your funny words again… What happens if Luci can't help ya?" Al asked, making Harry think more on what to do in such a case.

"Then… I train and learn. I'm betting you guys would help with that?" Harry asked the two contributing spirits, hoping they'd be willing.

"Sure, don't have much better to do." Al told him, Albert just nodding in agreement. This was the most excitement they'd had in decades.

As they finished up any last ideas about Harry's plan, he made to leave, only to be stopped. Robert had taken a hold of his arm, and looked him in the eyes, and said the only words Harry had and would ever heard from him.
"Whatever you do… never get caught."

"Welcome… to Hell!" Lucifer yelled in a dramatic fashion. He'd actually been excited for this, as he didn't get much in the sense of 'Visitors'. The young ghosts merely followed in his stead. Neville Longbottom was amazed and horrified. Not by the events that had occurred to him, resulting in his death, but by everything he'd learned since then. Harry was alive, or as alive as they were. Everything he'd been taught about the origin of mankind was wrong, and there was such a thing as a Devil. He'd encountered ghosts plenty of times during his years at Hogwarts, but he'd never known where they came from.
The environment of Hell was amazing to him as well.
Whenever people had spoke of the horrifying land of Hell, they described it as similar to a volcano, dark and fiery. What he'd witnessed so far, put that thought far from his mind.

He loved the little things in the new world, the differences from Earth, and just the place itself. The different sky, different grass, just the foreign feeling he got from the place. He might as well have been on an alien planet, that was how out of place he felt, but it didn't put him down. He wanted to learn.
Once he remembered his companions, he looked towards them. Lucifer was watching him in enjoyment, most likely understanding his cause for stopping. Luna… she didn't seem phased by their new surroundings one bit.

Neville let out a mere cough, and caught up to the two, and let Lucifer continue his tour. He pointed out many important places in his realm, monuments, storefronts, and his palace.
When they took a turn, and approached a hotel of sorts, Neville got curious.

"Lord… Devil, is there a way for us to not be… ghost-like? I'd enjoy walking again." Neville asked, trying to be as courteous as he could. He hoped his nobility lessons his gram had forced on him would pay off.

"Just call me Lucifer, everyone's calling me that again. Yes, I can make you human-like, you'll breath, and be close to human. The exception is you're only be like that here… well until I send you back. Then you'll be human again." Lucifer said, before waving his hand over the two of them. "This will hurt a bit… sorry."

Immediately after he put his hand down, Neville convulsed in pain. He could feel his flesh appear, and start weaving together to form organs, muscle, tissue, and skin. He felt blood appear out of nowhere and fill veins that had appeared as well. After he became solid, he painfully felt bones form, and twist his body back into their regular shape. After forty seconds, he could see, as his eyes were recreated.

He felt his heart form out of nothing and connect to his veins, and his brain form afterwards. He screamed as receptors were connected from his new brain, to essential parts of his body.
After that the lesser parts of his body reformed, leaving him complete and new. Once his recreation was finished, he felt the hard concrete of the ground, before he suddenly felt fabric cover him. Infused with a strange source of energy, Neville sprang to his feet, and noticed he was clothed in new clothing. Gone was his tattered sweater and jeans, now replaced by a golden-colored windbreaker, dark brown cargo pants, and combat boots. What he hadn't realized, once again he was dressed for war.
After taking in his appearance, he noticed the change in Luna. She looked the exact same as before, except with blue highlights in her hair, occupied by an azure sundress. He'd later find her outfit ironic, as there was no sun in Hell.

"So… are you ready to see Harry yet? I'm sure he's got bored with the rogue gallery by now." Lucifer said, gesturing them towards the hotel, before holding the door, which seemed determined to squish them to a pulp.

He directed them towards the main elevator, nodding to the Skeletal Receptionist before following them into the elevator.
Neville just squeezed in with the two, and watched in silence as Lucifer pressed a button that wasn't listed. They all waited in awkward silence, as the elevator made it's climb up the building, which took much longer than he expected.
After a minute, he was already sick of the elevator music, and was prepared to destroy the speaker when the elevator opened.

They stepped out into an impossibly long hallway, which reminded Neville of something, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Lucifer led them past lines of white doors, before stopping at a solid black oak door. There was the usual numbering on the door, announcing it as Room 13.

"That's so cliche… " Luna said, knowing the symbolism behind the number, and the superstition behind it. "Let me guess, you bought Harry a black cat as well?"

"That's a good idea, it might make him compliant. It would also give him training in how to disturb people…" Lucifer said thoughtfully, making a mental list of places in Hell where he could come across a cat. Putting that aside, he opened the door for the two.

"Harry, you have company."

I know, short, but I'm just setting things up. What did you guys think of Harry's 'council'? Al Capone, Albert Einstein, Robert Catesby, and Jack. I thought they each could contribute to Harry a different trait or skill. Einstein was a physicist, and a man of science, so he could provide guidance for Harry during the more techinacal part of his plan. Capone was a professional criminal, who knew how the world worked, and how to work it to his whim. Though Catesby was quiet, he was the mastermind of the Gunpowder Plot, though he did fail. That's why he gave Harry that bit of advice. Jack's just a dull boy, and a one time joke.

Well, back to work for this tired soul. Review if you have anything to say, and thank to you everyone that's followed and favorited, I honestly didn't expect it.

Good Day.

-RTF