Author's Note

The three of our protagonists will be reuniting here, and it's been a large time-skip for the boys, who have both benefited from their six years of training. Harry has been trained in the art of violence, and Neville has become smarter, and well fit.
It's been maybe a year or less for Luna, so not much evolution there. At the end, there'll be a new type of perspective that I'll use some times, where it's basically all three of them. It'd just be "Hellsetters" as that's Lucifer's title for them.

As usual for us, we write in third-person, so being some character's POV, will be the story just following that character. Not it being the first person perspective of that character. Just wanted to explain some things, well… onward!

Enjoy!

-RTF

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or Religion.

Harry

(July 30th, 1991.)

"Well done kid, you're becoming a better shot then most of my boys were. Hell, maybe even me." Al Capone said in rare compliment, as he observed his protege working away at his craft. Harry Potter just grinned at this, and continued at his training. Loud, bangs were heard throughout Privet Drive, the sound of hundreds of letters being ripped apart as Harry used up several round Drums of shots into the falling letters. After one emptied, Harry unnaturally, and quickly shifted two handfuls of bullets from his coat into the waiting drum, and continued firing.

After almost every letter lay shot to shreds on the front lawn, Harry stood back and admired his newly formed confetti. He smirked at this, and returned his Tommy Gun to it's sling on his back.

"You have to admit, stealing my gun back was worth it." Al said to his charge, feeling proud that the boy had accomplished so much with just a bit of help, and some good guns.

"It was, but getting a belly full of bullets wasn't too enjoyable… " Harry muttered to the ghost, as he walked over to the edge of the property, remembering the aftermath of retrieving Al's gun. He had broken into the home of a rich man that had bought Al's gun a few decades back, but they hadn't expected the man to be packing extreme heat. Harry had managed to kill the old coot, but he gotten a direct ticket back to Hell in the process. Lucifer had to send him right back there, stomach restored, and blood refilled.

"Beats dying insane inside crazy, fucking, haunted Alcatraz… " Al responded sarcastically to Harry's comment.

Harry just ignored him, as he had heard his sob story before, and it didn't affect him anymore. He'd prefer it to the feeling of getting stuffed with bullets, and slowly, and painfully bleeding out. He returned to his walk with purpose.

Once he reached the end far end of the property, he bent down and picked up the single remaining letter. He had left one letter in suitable condition, so he'd have one to use.
The ghostly gangster just floated after him with a sense of quiet amusement.

"Let me guess, you got the once-in-a-lifetime chance to go to an elite Wizarding school in greater Scotland…?" Al sarcastically asked, as he let a lazy grin move onto his face.

"Yep. Guess what, you're a Wizard Harry… " Harry said with a dark laugh, as he crumpled the letter into a ball. "Let's go get a drink Al, oh wait… you can't."

"Fucking chip off the ol' block aren't ya Harry?"

"It's all your fault."

Neville

(July 30th, 1991.)

"Neville dear! Your Hogwarts letter arrived!" Augusta Longbottom yelled from some part of the manor, alerting Neville to the need for action. Neville and Robert Catesby had planned out exactly what they'd do when the letter arrived, and it seemed it was time. Over the six years they had, Neville had restored some of his muscle and tone from the previous timeline, though he was still the height of a child, which irritated him.

He had also 'accidentally' performed an easy act of magic, which saved him from the horrid window test. After getting motivated out of 'nowhere', he also advanced in his schoolings, though he didn't do too well, he still had to maintain his cover.
Neville and the catholic ghost bounded down the tall main staircase of Longbottom Manor's hall, and to the dining room. Augusta awaited him in the middle of the room, and handed him the letter after he greeted her.

"I should be able to take you down to Diagon Alley tomorrow, or I guess you could go with one of the elves… just to be supervised… " Augusta suggested, as she trusted her grandson, and the security of the alley, despite the still present population of Death Eaters. She knew they wouldn't dare pull anything major with their lord dead.

"I'll get Jadkey to flash me over to the alley, I should be fine once I get there, and if anything did happen, I have the emergency portkey." Neville said, reassuring his worried grandmother. After he took control of his life more, and became serious, she displayed a great deal of attention and worry towards him. Robert had informed him two years after his arrival, that she was reminded of Frank when he was serious, and it saddened her, and made her fear losing him as well.

"All right… just be safe." She warned, attempting to intimidate him, only to fail miserably as she was too mopey to pull a scary face.

"Always gran." Neville said with a quick hug, before heading to find the house elf he had said he'd use. Yes, Robert could teleport him, and he still retained his ability to apparate, he just wanted to maintain his cover in case his grandmother asked the elf.
After finding the specific elf, and explaining the situation, Neville found himself heading to the Alley, knowing that he would be alone no longer.
They both knew young Mister Potter would be there, waiting for them most likely.
So, to the Alley they went, in their search for the first Hellsetter.

Harry

"Hello Mister Longbottom, care for a drink? Lucifer's paying." Harry offered to his friend, who had just arrived at the Leaky Cauldron. Harry had intimidated the bar man, Tom, into serving him Firewhiskey, all he had done was shoot the ceiling and the cowardly man obeyed. Harry received his drink after it, which he drank gladly. The entire time, Al watched him in slight anger, as he hated the fact of death even more than he did before.

"Harry, why are you getting drunk?" Neville asked his friend, joining him at his table, and grabbing the offered bottle.

"Why not? I honestly don't care about getting anything in the Alley, besides Hedwig, and perhaps a stop by Gringotts. Lucifer said he could provide better supplies for Hogwarts then the Alley can provide, so I'm holding to that."

"Why are you his favorite?" Neville asked his friend, not even thinking about how messed up being the Devil's favorite was.

"I don't know. Maybe it's my good looks."

"You don't think Lucifer is... ?" Neville asked the raven, looking around as if the entity would show up to confront them.

"No bloody idea, but he is a bit flamboyant."

"That's true. So… Hedwig then? Let's go get your owl." Neville said, standing from the table to walk away, though he brought along the bottle of Firewhiskey.

"Yeah, I can't just leave her here this time, she was my best friend."

"I get it mate, besides, I want to get a pet myself. No toads this time." Neville said with a laugh, wondering what made him hang onto Trevor after his great-uncle Algie had bought him.
He was thinking of getting a cat, or something else like it. He was sure he could find some animal at Magical Menagerie, as he knew they had a wide variety of animals from the last timeline, as that was where his uncle had gotten Trevor from. He didn't really remember what happened to the toad, only that he lost it around the battle at the Department of Mysteries, as that changed all of them. Little things like a pet toad weren't important anymore.

"Good on you, toads are fucking stupid."

"Wow Hedwig, you're fucking creepy now… " Harry said in shock upon setting his eyes on his former pet. Hedwig looked mostly the same, still the same Snowy Owl, but had disturbing, glowing red eyes replacing her old golden ones.
She seemed to recognize him, and slowly cocked her head sideways in confusion.

"Yeah, it's me, Harry. Been six years, but I'm back." Harry muttered, rubbing his owl's feathered head.

"Ah, I see you've taken a liking to 'Snowy' here, would you care to take her home?" The clerk asked him, guiding him over to the register. Harry nodded at this, and proceed to purchase his avian friend, which he was glad about, even though she seemed slightly demonic.

After getting Hedwig settled inside her new cage, Harry headed out of the shop, and made his way to the Menagerie, where Neville had headed before they split up.

Strangely, Al had abandoned him for the moment, claiming he needed to speak with Lucifer over a problem he noticed. Harry shrugged it off, and continued his venture towards his human friend. After arriving at the large, windowed shop, Harry entered and searched throughout the store for the brunette boy.

After a few minutes, Harry found his friend over by the Feline section, and found him holding a VERY familiar poofy, orange kitten.

The small kitten squirmed slightly in Neville's arms, before settling down. The kitten had a small collar around it's neck, that read in red, Dangerous, and under it was a simple name that Harry couldn't read. Even though the name wasn't readable, Harry would recognize the rabid cat anywhere.

"Oh, hey Harry. Meet my little friend here, his name is Crookshanks." Neville said cheerfully, holding the evil cat towards him to see.

"Of course… The Devil would make us find the devil cat… "

Luna

"Luna honey, your letter has arrived, do you need a lift to Diagon Alley?" Pandora Lovegood asked her daughter, who was quietly reading from a small, black leather-bound book, and utterly ignoring the newly arrived letter.

"No thanks, Luci will supply everything I need, I've already seen it." Luna said mystically, and continued silently reading from the tome.

"Alright… carry on reading then. I'm just going to work on my latest assignment… " Pandora said, slowly getting used to the idea of her daughter interacting with the ruler of Hell. Honestly, Pandora had experienced worse. There still was the time she was sacrificed to the Giant Squid… she still remembered it…

"Alright then. Forget the squid mother, it didn't matter." Luna said, knowing her mother still was traumatized at times from the experience.

"I know… "

Hellsetter's

(September 1st.)

"Hello boys, how have the six years been?" Luna asked her friends once she met up with them at king's Cross station. She was very happy seeing her friends once again, as Lucifer had instructed that she was to wait to meet up with them, as it wasn't too long for her.

"Eventful. Stole Al's gun back, got shot to death, became a marksmen, and overall became a badass." Harry said, showing them Al's gun, which he had disillusioned from Muggle eyes. "Stopped being fat, and proved I was smart. Planned out my six years, and bought a cat," Neville explained, finishing it off by showing Crookshanks to Luna. "His name is Crookshanks."

"Oh, I can't believe this… Wonder what bushy bitch is going to get this time." Luna wondered aloud, picturing Hermione with a toad this time. It was a very amusing thought to her.

"No clue, but I don't care." Harry muttered, six years later and the betrayal still stung, though it was greatly muted.

"What?" Neville asked the two, completely obvious to the fact he bought the other brunette's former cat.

"Nothing Neville, forget it."

"Alright then, but I'm wondering who the Hell 'bushy bitch' is, and I have a strong idea." Neville said to them, in a skeptical tone. He only knew one bitch that was even remotely 'bushy.'

"You're most likely right, as-" Harry started to say, though from the sudden rush of students running for the hidden pillar, they knew they didn't have much time left. "I guess it's time."

"It is, I also should tell you guys that we will encounter various members of our 'friends' on the train, who will come for us." Luna said with disgust in her tone, she was the one with the most intense grudge, though she never mentioned why the betrayal hurt her so much. She wasn't close to any of their former friends, besides Ginny.

"Let them come, I want them to try." Harry said with a toothy grin, as he pulled a thick sawn-off Shotgun from his coat. He then cracked it open, slipped a few shells into it, before snapping the gun back together with a satisfying noise coming from it.

Al would be proud.

Well, they've all reunited, and will began their 'reign of torment' on their enemies in the next chapter. Sorry for the wait, been busy, and planning. I want book three of B.B to be fantastic.
Yeah, Crookshanks. I thought he'd be a welcomed addition to the crew, as he was basically a little devil, at least the books suggested as much. Yes, there was a bit of Hermione-bashing, but she will have redemption eventually, as I do like the character. I just didn't want her to have a major part in the story, or join Harry on this unholy adventure, as I've seen plenty of time-travel HHR fanfictions. I want to be different. (Not-Hipster.)

I hope you all enjoyed the chapter, and I will talk to you all later.
Have a good afternoon. :)

-RTF