Disclaimer: I own both Harry Potter AND Satan. They are my slaves, and I make them watch workout videos and scrub my feet with their tongues. O_o
Where I left you off at: Someone else was in this house.
The thought sent chills down his spine, and he ran upstairs to his room and locked the door. He leapt to his flowery print bed, buried himself deep in the covers, and began to weep.
It was quiet for a few minutes. Harry wasn't sure if he should come out or not, until he knew that he wasn't alone in the bed.
"Hullo, angel." Said a shrill voice.
*
Harry jumped and flung the covers away, now totally out in the open on his bed. He screamed as his eyes feel upon a figure sitting the the foot of his bed, wearing nothing but a big, creepy smile on their face.
"Who the freak are you?" Harry asked shakily, scooting away.
The figure wasn't any human he had ever seen. They had a black goatee, horns, hooves on the bottom of their feet which they had crossed, and jagged teeth. There was also a tail with a hook on the end. Where had he seen all this before? He knew somehow, that he knew this person.
"I'm the Lord of Darkness, the King of Death. You can call me"- The stranger was cut off.
"You're the grim reaper! That's where I've seen you before!" Harry slapped his self on the fore head and laughed. "I'm such a retard."
Satan just satred at him.
"Okay? So you're Ozzy Osbourne?"
"Actually, I'm the Devil. But I just want you to call me Lucifer." Harry stared at him, his mouth frozen wide.
"You're, you..." Harry couldn't finish. He turned and leapt off the bed, flinging himself down the staircase, but as he reached the bottom, the Devil was standing there waiting for him.
"Hullo, Harry. You can't hide from me. I'm everywhere." He started running his hands down his goatee, smiling evilly. Harry stood there, a look of fear and confusion stamped on his face.
"Everywhere? You mean, you see me ALL the time?" Harry asked, remembering how he had not felt alone in the shower. Satan nodded.
"My dearest Harry, I have been watching you. The reason I am here, well, I've been trying to find the lucky candidate to take back with me to my UnderWorld. Congratulations! You've won a 2 week vacation to the lovely town of Hell!" Satan chimed, dancing happily upon his hooves. Harry blinked.
"What? I, I never wanted to go to hell! I didn't even think it existed!" Just as Harry said this, Satan gasped. It must not have been the right thing to say. He stepped over to Harry, his fists balled up at his sides.
"Harry. Potter. I give you the opportunity of a life time, and you turn it down. I need you back there with me! Do you know how lonely it gets, sitting in my darkened castle, day after day with no one to talk to? Believe me. You MUST come back with me." Satan gave Harry an evil look, and bared his teeth. Harry gulped.
"Under one condition?" He asked, nervously twitchy. Satan shrugged.
"Okay, what's your condition?"
"Only if you let me bring my friends along." Satan thought for a moment, then stuck his hand out for a shake. Harry shook it.
"Deal, kiddo."
Satan laughed to himself. This was great.
Four souls for the price of one!
*
Harry called up Ron later that day to tell him the news.
"You're going to hell."
"Fuck you!" And Ron hung up.
Harry gave up on Ron for the time being, and decided to call Hermione. He cleared his throat as she answered.
"Yes? This is the Granger residence."
"Herms? You're going to hell with me."
There was a long silence.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Fuck you."
And she hung up.
*
Where I left you off at: Someone else was in this house.
The thought sent chills down his spine, and he ran upstairs to his room and locked the door. He leapt to his flowery print bed, buried himself deep in the covers, and began to weep.
It was quiet for a few minutes. Harry wasn't sure if he should come out or not, until he knew that he wasn't alone in the bed.
"Hullo, angel." Said a shrill voice.
*
Harry jumped and flung the covers away, now totally out in the open on his bed. He screamed as his eyes feel upon a figure sitting the the foot of his bed, wearing nothing but a big, creepy smile on their face.
"Who the freak are you?" Harry asked shakily, scooting away.
The figure wasn't any human he had ever seen. They had a black goatee, horns, hooves on the bottom of their feet which they had crossed, and jagged teeth. There was also a tail with a hook on the end. Where had he seen all this before? He knew somehow, that he knew this person.
"I'm the Lord of Darkness, the King of Death. You can call me"- The stranger was cut off.
"You're the grim reaper! That's where I've seen you before!" Harry slapped his self on the fore head and laughed. "I'm such a retard."
Satan just satred at him.
"Okay? So you're Ozzy Osbourne?"
"Actually, I'm the Devil. But I just want you to call me Lucifer." Harry stared at him, his mouth frozen wide.
"You're, you..." Harry couldn't finish. He turned and leapt off the bed, flinging himself down the staircase, but as he reached the bottom, the Devil was standing there waiting for him.
"Hullo, Harry. You can't hide from me. I'm everywhere." He started running his hands down his goatee, smiling evilly. Harry stood there, a look of fear and confusion stamped on his face.
"Everywhere? You mean, you see me ALL the time?" Harry asked, remembering how he had not felt alone in the shower. Satan nodded.
"My dearest Harry, I have been watching you. The reason I am here, well, I've been trying to find the lucky candidate to take back with me to my UnderWorld. Congratulations! You've won a 2 week vacation to the lovely town of Hell!" Satan chimed, dancing happily upon his hooves. Harry blinked.
"What? I, I never wanted to go to hell! I didn't even think it existed!" Just as Harry said this, Satan gasped. It must not have been the right thing to say. He stepped over to Harry, his fists balled up at his sides.
"Harry. Potter. I give you the opportunity of a life time, and you turn it down. I need you back there with me! Do you know how lonely it gets, sitting in my darkened castle, day after day with no one to talk to? Believe me. You MUST come back with me." Satan gave Harry an evil look, and bared his teeth. Harry gulped.
"Under one condition?" He asked, nervously twitchy. Satan shrugged.
"Okay, what's your condition?"
"Only if you let me bring my friends along." Satan thought for a moment, then stuck his hand out for a shake. Harry shook it.
"Deal, kiddo."
Satan laughed to himself. This was great.
Four souls for the price of one!
*
Harry called up Ron later that day to tell him the news.
"You're going to hell."
"Fuck you!" And Ron hung up.
Harry gave up on Ron for the time being, and decided to call Hermione. He cleared his throat as she answered.
"Yes? This is the Granger residence."
"Herms? You're going to hell with me."
There was a long silence.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Fuck you."
And she hung up.
*