Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Satan. Because my mom said we can't get any more pets! +pout+ +throws a tantrum+ But, Harry can stay in MY room! O.o
Where I left you off at: Harry had just found out the news, and he had tried calling his friends about it.
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Harry and Satan set alone in the den, listening boredly to the clock ticking. It was about midnight, and they both looked terribly sleepy.
Soon, the clock chimed, and Satan yawned and sat up in his chair. He stared at Harry.
"So, when are you going to call your little friends again?" Harry sighed deeply.
"Not anymore tonight. I guess I need to go about a better way of telling them. Clearly 'You're going to hell.' Isn't working." Harry mumbled, sitting up in his chair as well.
They sat there for a few minutes longer in silence, just staring at each other. Harry, as weird as it was, actually didn't mind the Father of Hell in his den. It sort of felt pretty normal.
Satan, on the other hand, LOVED being in his den. He was tired of watching Harry through fences or bushes, or trying to get a peek through the shower curtain when he was showering. Now he could just stare as he pleased.
In reality, Satan thought Harry was a Sex God.
He stared at Harry's muscles, outlined in shadows of the fire-lit room. The light from the flames danced in his pitch-black hair. And even in the darkness, Harry's blue eyes shone bright as search lights.
"Lucifer? I asked you a question." This shattered Satan's thoughts.
"What? Sorry, I was out of it for a minute there. Ask me again." Satan sat up straight, smiling happily at Harry. Harry cleared his throat.
"Why did you choose ME?"
Satan hadn't thought about how he'd explain that one to him.
"Well, it's quite obvious. You, you're a celebrity, and, you're famous. And everyone in hell wants to meet you." Harry guffawed.
"But then you could've got Nicholas Cage, or, or, Madonna! Why ME? I'm nothing special." Harry was standing up now, pacing the room. Satan gulped.
"Because you are one of the hottest celebrities I've ever seen. No Madonna for me, thanks." He thought to himself.
"Can I just call you Lucy?" Harry suddenly asked, again breaking the silence and Satan's thoughts. Satan raised a heavily penciled eyebrow.
"Er, just keep it at Lucifer. Call me Lou sometimes, but right now, just, just Lucifer." Satan stood up now, facing Harry.
"I can't wait for you to come back to the UnderGround with me." He said excitedly to Harry, who didn't look quite as excited as he was.
"Tell me, what's it like?" Harry asked, glancing at the clock. They had been talking for fifteen minutes. Satan shrugged.
"Sort of like a city. A big, dark, nightly city. There are no stars, just a few moons. In the middle of the city, is a huge fire pit. That's where we burn people that were sent down to us for being bad. You know, instead of going up to that place they call Heaven." He shuddered at that word. Harry poked him in the arm.
"Do keep going. I want to hear more." He whined. Satan cleared his throat and continued.
"Well, er, there are demons.
Everywhere.
You're ganna love them. Feisty little things, they are. And there are ghosts, and spirits, and basically dead people walking about.
And then, on the top of a jagged, rotting hill, lies the most glorious site of all. My manor." Satan shivered, and smiled to himself happily. Harry gulped.
"I would guess that's where I'm staying?" He asked, still watching Satan do the happy dance. Satan stopped.
"But of course! You, as my guest, get the best of the best. You get extra fine treatment." Satan glanced at Harry's crotch, smiled even wider, and said, "Yes. The finest treatment for Harry Potter."
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[AN: Please review and tell me what you think about this story! I really want to write more, but I need reviews! Also, I would gladly accept any ideas you have for when Harry and Satan travel to hell. What should happen down there? And for those who are wondering: Yes, I am a Christian and believe in God. I just like death and stuff for some odd reason. Bye! Til next time..Julie O_o ]
Where I left you off at: Harry had just found out the news, and he had tried calling his friends about it.
*
Harry and Satan set alone in the den, listening boredly to the clock ticking. It was about midnight, and they both looked terribly sleepy.
Soon, the clock chimed, and Satan yawned and sat up in his chair. He stared at Harry.
"So, when are you going to call your little friends again?" Harry sighed deeply.
"Not anymore tonight. I guess I need to go about a better way of telling them. Clearly 'You're going to hell.' Isn't working." Harry mumbled, sitting up in his chair as well.
They sat there for a few minutes longer in silence, just staring at each other. Harry, as weird as it was, actually didn't mind the Father of Hell in his den. It sort of felt pretty normal.
Satan, on the other hand, LOVED being in his den. He was tired of watching Harry through fences or bushes, or trying to get a peek through the shower curtain when he was showering. Now he could just stare as he pleased.
In reality, Satan thought Harry was a Sex God.
He stared at Harry's muscles, outlined in shadows of the fire-lit room. The light from the flames danced in his pitch-black hair. And even in the darkness, Harry's blue eyes shone bright as search lights.
"Lucifer? I asked you a question." This shattered Satan's thoughts.
"What? Sorry, I was out of it for a minute there. Ask me again." Satan sat up straight, smiling happily at Harry. Harry cleared his throat.
"Why did you choose ME?"
Satan hadn't thought about how he'd explain that one to him.
"Well, it's quite obvious. You, you're a celebrity, and, you're famous. And everyone in hell wants to meet you." Harry guffawed.
"But then you could've got Nicholas Cage, or, or, Madonna! Why ME? I'm nothing special." Harry was standing up now, pacing the room. Satan gulped.
"Because you are one of the hottest celebrities I've ever seen. No Madonna for me, thanks." He thought to himself.
"Can I just call you Lucy?" Harry suddenly asked, again breaking the silence and Satan's thoughts. Satan raised a heavily penciled eyebrow.
"Er, just keep it at Lucifer. Call me Lou sometimes, but right now, just, just Lucifer." Satan stood up now, facing Harry.
"I can't wait for you to come back to the UnderGround with me." He said excitedly to Harry, who didn't look quite as excited as he was.
"Tell me, what's it like?" Harry asked, glancing at the clock. They had been talking for fifteen minutes. Satan shrugged.
"Sort of like a city. A big, dark, nightly city. There are no stars, just a few moons. In the middle of the city, is a huge fire pit. That's where we burn people that were sent down to us for being bad. You know, instead of going up to that place they call Heaven." He shuddered at that word. Harry poked him in the arm.
"Do keep going. I want to hear more." He whined. Satan cleared his throat and continued.
"Well, er, there are demons.
Everywhere.
You're ganna love them. Feisty little things, they are. And there are ghosts, and spirits, and basically dead people walking about.
And then, on the top of a jagged, rotting hill, lies the most glorious site of all. My manor." Satan shivered, and smiled to himself happily. Harry gulped.
"I would guess that's where I'm staying?" He asked, still watching Satan do the happy dance. Satan stopped.
"But of course! You, as my guest, get the best of the best. You get extra fine treatment." Satan glanced at Harry's crotch, smiled even wider, and said, "Yes. The finest treatment for Harry Potter."
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[AN: Please review and tell me what you think about this story! I really want to write more, but I need reviews! Also, I would gladly accept any ideas you have for when Harry and Satan travel to hell. What should happen down there? And for those who are wondering: Yes, I am a Christian and believe in God. I just like death and stuff for some odd reason. Bye! Til next time..Julie O_o ]