Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Satan, thus labeling myself poor and too young to get any of MY OWN stories published.
Where I left you off at: Do I really have to say? That's one thing I really don't want to recap, thanks.
The readers BITCH and WHINE, but eventually give IN for Julie is the MASTER of this fic. MUAH. +evil cackle+
Harry awoke the next morning in his bed. ALONE.
He breathed a sigh of relief, glad he didn't have to face Lucifer after what happened last night.
"Maybe I should just stay in bed all day." He thought to himself, but quickly his memory caught up with him.
"Crap! I have to meet Ron and Hermione today." Harry glanced at the clock. It was around 12 noon.
"Wow, I slept a long time." He sat up in bed, then realizing he was naked, he laid back down again.
He didn't want to think about what had happened last night. But, he had to face the facts:
He had been raped by the Devil.
The thought sent chills running down his bare back, and he swallowed hard. Soon, there was a knock on the bedroom door, and Harry jumped.
"Come in." He croaked, his voice scratchy.
Satan walked in with a tray of food, and sat down on the bed beside Harry.
"Breakfast." Satan chimed, placing the tray on Harry's lap. Harry stared at the eggs and toast, to sick to eat anything.
"Eat, little one. You need your energy for today. You have to meet Hermione and Ron in an hour." Satan scooped up a fork full of egg, and shoved it into Harry's mouth. Harry chewed slowly, and as he swallowed, the eggs tasted sour and stuck to his throat.
*
An hour later, Harry had gotten dressed and hurried outside. He decided not to drive, as the coffee diner was only a few blocks away, and he needed to sort some things out in his head.
Harry walked down the long, gray sidewalk that never seemed to end. And everything looked the same as he passed it:
Cold and baron. Graffiti and garbage, prostitutes standing on every corner beckoning Harry to them, but Harry avoided their dark eyes.
He needed to think about this hell thing. He didn't want to go, he knew for sure. Then why not just tell Satan that? If he knew one hundred percent that he didn't want to go, then what was holding him back?
Satan's actions. What would he do to poor Harry if he brought up such a topic in conversation? Harry knew one thing: He hoped it wouldn't be anything worse than what had happened in the bed last night.
Harry rounded the corner, past an old, dying oak tree, and the coffee diner came into view.
It was small and welcoming. A nice little place for a town such as this one to have. Flowers were potted along the diner's sidewalk, and chairs were out on the diner's front. Two old men were rocking in them, merrily chatting about the day, and reading the morning paper.
Harry stepped up to the door, and as he opened it, it made a bell sound. Harry spotted Hermione and Ron near the back, and he took a deep breath.
Okay, these are your best friends. Sure, you haven't seen them in years, but they are still the same, right?
He smiled and walked over, his hands in his pockets. Hermione was the first to look up and see him.
"Harry!" She cried, jumping up from her seat and embracing him. Harry suddenly felt okay in the world, as her soft brown hair brushed his cheek. They hugged for a beautiful moment, then she let go to let Ron have his turn.
Instead of a hug, and the fact that both boys had grown into men, Ron shook Harry's hand firmly, a large smile plastered on his freckled face.
The three friends took their seats, and Hermione was the first to speak up.
"Oh Harry. You HAVE to tell us how you are doing, and what's up with your life." She folded her arms, and still smiling, kept her eyes on his.
Harry quickly took notice of how much she had changed. Her hair was cut in a shaggy haircut, framing her face. It had red streaks in it, and her eyes were heavily penciled with eyeliner. She was wearing a black t-shirt with cuts here and there, and a choker around her neck. She much resembled a rocker, and Harry knew that this must be some sort of rebellious stage.
"Er, well." Harry didn't know exactly how to explain how his life was. How could he possibly state that he had been raped by one of the most feared demons in the entire Bible?
Hermione narrowed her heavily darkened eyes. "Are you drinking?"
Harry made a face. "No!" Hermione shrugged, and flipped through her menu, her chain bracelets sliding on the table.
"So, Harry. Tell us, how are you? Where are you working at? Is there someone special you are seeing?" Ron sat up in his chair, looking much like a professional businessman. And that's what he was. Ron now worked as a lawyer, and worked part time as a manager for a popular department store in London.
Harry sighed. "I don't have a job, I don't have a girlfriend, and I am having a lousy life." Hermione stared at him from over her menu.
"I thought you were living in that huge four story home on Burbidge Park Road." She put the menu down and studied him closely.
"I am, but you don't have to be living in this colossal mansion to be happy. It's boring! That's what it is..boring." Harry made a sound of frustration, and Ron and Hermione exchanged worried looks.
"Harry, I don't get it. You have everything you could possibly ask for. And you don't even have to work for it all. You have all this money, for what? Sitting on your ass in front of the T.V all day?" Harry could tell Ron was trying to hold back his anger. Because, the truth was, Ron was always a step behind harry. Everything HE had, he had to work hard for. But what did Harry have to do? Nothing.
Hermione put a hand on Ron's arm. "There, there. At least you HAVE a job. You are a professional lawyer, and you get lots of money from it." She then turned to harry. "No offense, of course." Harry shrugged.
Ron turned and looked out the window. The wind rustled leaves across the road outside, and he pretended to be interested in it.
"Where's Lacey?" Harry asked, suddenly remembering that she should be here with them. Hermione could tell that Ron had no intention of answering Harry, so she answered for him.
"Lacey is sick, and she couldn't make it. It's just a slight cold." Hermione added quickly, as Harry began to look worried. Harry nodded, smiled, and picked up his menu.
He had already had breakfast this morning, but he always ate when he was nervous. He motioned for a waitress, and sat the menu down, sure of what he wanted to order.
The waitress walked over. She was a cute girl. She had freckles, a cute upturned nose, green eyes, and brown hair that she had pulled back in a messy ponytail. It seemed as if she cared nothing about her appearance. Harry smiled at her.
"My name's Hailee. I'll be your server today. So what will it be?" She was holding a little pen and notebook, and waited patiently, the pen on the paper, but not going anywhere.
"I'll have the pancake special, and some orange juice, please." Ron said, now not focused on the leaves, but the cute waitress that had just arrived.
Hermione gave Ron a pathetic look, then she turned to Hailee. "Yes, I'll have number five, some biscuits, and a glass of orange juice as well, please." Hailee nodded, scribbling away.
"And I'll have a pecan waffle with maple syrup." Harry stated boredly, locked into Hailee's pretty green eyes. Hailee stared at him.
"Are you sure? You don't want anything else?" She raised an eyebrow.
"That's okay, I don't feel like eating a big meal today." Hailee shrugged, picked up their menus, and left.
Ron watched her go. "She was adorable." Hermione jabbed him in the arm with her elbow.
Harry didn't say anything, afraid that Hermione would give him the evil eye.
Once their food arrived, Harry knew it was time to bring up the whole reason he was here. As Ron and Hermione were focused on feeding their faces, he cleared his throat and began.
"Um, time for the reason I asked both of you to meet me here."
Hermione dropped her fork, and looked up at Harry with a mouthful of bacon. She swallowed hard, and wiped at her mouth with her napkin. Ron looked up as well, and now both friends were staring at Harry, and focused on what he was about to say.
Harry cleared his throat once more, and licked his lips.
"Well, you see...Uh." He couldn't bring himself to do it.
Ron scowled. "You brought us here today, made us take time off our busy schedules, just so we could here you say the word 'Uh'?" Harry shook his head nervously.
"No, no. I can tell you." He took a deep breath.
"We're waiting." Ron said impatiently, but Hermione took Harry's hand gently, and smiled at him.
"You can tell us Harry. You can tell us anything. We're your friends." She squeezed his hand once more, then let go and sat back in her seat.
"You won't believe me, okay? That's why I can't tell you."
Hermione and Ron exchanged glances once again, and Harry wished they would stop doing that.
"Of course we will, Harry. We know you won't lie." Hermione made a pouty face, and batted her extremely mascara-ed eyes. Harry took a deep breath.
"The Devil is staying with me at my house. And he is taking us three to the UnderWorld to stay with him."
Ron and Hermione just stared at him. Hermione scowled.
"Now don't lie, Harry." How ironic, as she had just said that he never did.
"I had an important meeting today, and you made me miss it for that load of bull shit?" Ron gathered up his briefcase, and stood up to leave.
"Wait! I am telling the truth! Don't go yet, please!" But Ron ignored Harry, tossed his tip onto the table, and walked out the door.
Now only Harry and Hermione were left, and Hermione didn't look as cheerful and merry as she had when Harry had first arrived.
"You believe me, don't you?" Harry asked pleadingly, his hands folded in front of him, sort of resembling prayer.
Hermione just stared at him.
Harry let out another sound of frustration. "Grr! You know what? Fine. I knew this would happen. I thought of all people, at least you would believe me. But I guess even I can't trust you anymore to always be there for me." Harry began to get up, but Hermione put a hand out on his arm to stop him. She stared at him through big brown eyes, then sighed.
"I believe you, harry."
Harry sat back down.
"You do?" He couldn't believe his ears.
"Yes, I've seen the Devil. I've met him before, just like you have." She was moving in her seat uncomfortably.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "What?"
"Well, it was this morning. He came to talk to me personally about this whole thing. He knew we'd never believe you if you told us. I guess, obviously, he hasn't gotten to Ron yet." Hermione shook her head and laughed. "God, imagine what I felt when I walk into the kitchen, and the Devil is raiding my fridge." She stopped to laugh again. "Maybe I'm crazy."
Harry was astonished. "No, you're not crazy. That was really him."
The two sat in awkward silence.
"So are you coming with me?" Harry finally asked, taking her hand in his. Hermione sighed.
"I guess I have no choice. You aren't going through this alone." Harry never felt anymore appreciation to anyone before this moment.
"Oh my god, thanks Herms!" He leaned over the table and kissed her.
Now it was up to Ron.
[A/N: Wow, this was a looong chapter. But I hope you like it. Still, if you have any ideas for this story, I would be grateful to hear them...Julie]
Where I left you off at: Do I really have to say? That's one thing I really don't want to recap, thanks.
The readers BITCH and WHINE, but eventually give IN for Julie is the MASTER of this fic. MUAH. +evil cackle+
Harry awoke the next morning in his bed. ALONE.
He breathed a sigh of relief, glad he didn't have to face Lucifer after what happened last night.
"Maybe I should just stay in bed all day." He thought to himself, but quickly his memory caught up with him.
"Crap! I have to meet Ron and Hermione today." Harry glanced at the clock. It was around 12 noon.
"Wow, I slept a long time." He sat up in bed, then realizing he was naked, he laid back down again.
He didn't want to think about what had happened last night. But, he had to face the facts:
He had been raped by the Devil.
The thought sent chills running down his bare back, and he swallowed hard. Soon, there was a knock on the bedroom door, and Harry jumped.
"Come in." He croaked, his voice scratchy.
Satan walked in with a tray of food, and sat down on the bed beside Harry.
"Breakfast." Satan chimed, placing the tray on Harry's lap. Harry stared at the eggs and toast, to sick to eat anything.
"Eat, little one. You need your energy for today. You have to meet Hermione and Ron in an hour." Satan scooped up a fork full of egg, and shoved it into Harry's mouth. Harry chewed slowly, and as he swallowed, the eggs tasted sour and stuck to his throat.
*
An hour later, Harry had gotten dressed and hurried outside. He decided not to drive, as the coffee diner was only a few blocks away, and he needed to sort some things out in his head.
Harry walked down the long, gray sidewalk that never seemed to end. And everything looked the same as he passed it:
Cold and baron. Graffiti and garbage, prostitutes standing on every corner beckoning Harry to them, but Harry avoided their dark eyes.
He needed to think about this hell thing. He didn't want to go, he knew for sure. Then why not just tell Satan that? If he knew one hundred percent that he didn't want to go, then what was holding him back?
Satan's actions. What would he do to poor Harry if he brought up such a topic in conversation? Harry knew one thing: He hoped it wouldn't be anything worse than what had happened in the bed last night.
Harry rounded the corner, past an old, dying oak tree, and the coffee diner came into view.
It was small and welcoming. A nice little place for a town such as this one to have. Flowers were potted along the diner's sidewalk, and chairs were out on the diner's front. Two old men were rocking in them, merrily chatting about the day, and reading the morning paper.
Harry stepped up to the door, and as he opened it, it made a bell sound. Harry spotted Hermione and Ron near the back, and he took a deep breath.
Okay, these are your best friends. Sure, you haven't seen them in years, but they are still the same, right?
He smiled and walked over, his hands in his pockets. Hermione was the first to look up and see him.
"Harry!" She cried, jumping up from her seat and embracing him. Harry suddenly felt okay in the world, as her soft brown hair brushed his cheek. They hugged for a beautiful moment, then she let go to let Ron have his turn.
Instead of a hug, and the fact that both boys had grown into men, Ron shook Harry's hand firmly, a large smile plastered on his freckled face.
The three friends took their seats, and Hermione was the first to speak up.
"Oh Harry. You HAVE to tell us how you are doing, and what's up with your life." She folded her arms, and still smiling, kept her eyes on his.
Harry quickly took notice of how much she had changed. Her hair was cut in a shaggy haircut, framing her face. It had red streaks in it, and her eyes were heavily penciled with eyeliner. She was wearing a black t-shirt with cuts here and there, and a choker around her neck. She much resembled a rocker, and Harry knew that this must be some sort of rebellious stage.
"Er, well." Harry didn't know exactly how to explain how his life was. How could he possibly state that he had been raped by one of the most feared demons in the entire Bible?
Hermione narrowed her heavily darkened eyes. "Are you drinking?"
Harry made a face. "No!" Hermione shrugged, and flipped through her menu, her chain bracelets sliding on the table.
"So, Harry. Tell us, how are you? Where are you working at? Is there someone special you are seeing?" Ron sat up in his chair, looking much like a professional businessman. And that's what he was. Ron now worked as a lawyer, and worked part time as a manager for a popular department store in London.
Harry sighed. "I don't have a job, I don't have a girlfriend, and I am having a lousy life." Hermione stared at him from over her menu.
"I thought you were living in that huge four story home on Burbidge Park Road." She put the menu down and studied him closely.
"I am, but you don't have to be living in this colossal mansion to be happy. It's boring! That's what it is..boring." Harry made a sound of frustration, and Ron and Hermione exchanged worried looks.
"Harry, I don't get it. You have everything you could possibly ask for. And you don't even have to work for it all. You have all this money, for what? Sitting on your ass in front of the T.V all day?" Harry could tell Ron was trying to hold back his anger. Because, the truth was, Ron was always a step behind harry. Everything HE had, he had to work hard for. But what did Harry have to do? Nothing.
Hermione put a hand on Ron's arm. "There, there. At least you HAVE a job. You are a professional lawyer, and you get lots of money from it." She then turned to harry. "No offense, of course." Harry shrugged.
Ron turned and looked out the window. The wind rustled leaves across the road outside, and he pretended to be interested in it.
"Where's Lacey?" Harry asked, suddenly remembering that she should be here with them. Hermione could tell that Ron had no intention of answering Harry, so she answered for him.
"Lacey is sick, and she couldn't make it. It's just a slight cold." Hermione added quickly, as Harry began to look worried. Harry nodded, smiled, and picked up his menu.
He had already had breakfast this morning, but he always ate when he was nervous. He motioned for a waitress, and sat the menu down, sure of what he wanted to order.
The waitress walked over. She was a cute girl. She had freckles, a cute upturned nose, green eyes, and brown hair that she had pulled back in a messy ponytail. It seemed as if she cared nothing about her appearance. Harry smiled at her.
"My name's Hailee. I'll be your server today. So what will it be?" She was holding a little pen and notebook, and waited patiently, the pen on the paper, but not going anywhere.
"I'll have the pancake special, and some orange juice, please." Ron said, now not focused on the leaves, but the cute waitress that had just arrived.
Hermione gave Ron a pathetic look, then she turned to Hailee. "Yes, I'll have number five, some biscuits, and a glass of orange juice as well, please." Hailee nodded, scribbling away.
"And I'll have a pecan waffle with maple syrup." Harry stated boredly, locked into Hailee's pretty green eyes. Hailee stared at him.
"Are you sure? You don't want anything else?" She raised an eyebrow.
"That's okay, I don't feel like eating a big meal today." Hailee shrugged, picked up their menus, and left.
Ron watched her go. "She was adorable." Hermione jabbed him in the arm with her elbow.
Harry didn't say anything, afraid that Hermione would give him the evil eye.
Once their food arrived, Harry knew it was time to bring up the whole reason he was here. As Ron and Hermione were focused on feeding their faces, he cleared his throat and began.
"Um, time for the reason I asked both of you to meet me here."
Hermione dropped her fork, and looked up at Harry with a mouthful of bacon. She swallowed hard, and wiped at her mouth with her napkin. Ron looked up as well, and now both friends were staring at Harry, and focused on what he was about to say.
Harry cleared his throat once more, and licked his lips.
"Well, you see...Uh." He couldn't bring himself to do it.
Ron scowled. "You brought us here today, made us take time off our busy schedules, just so we could here you say the word 'Uh'?" Harry shook his head nervously.
"No, no. I can tell you." He took a deep breath.
"We're waiting." Ron said impatiently, but Hermione took Harry's hand gently, and smiled at him.
"You can tell us Harry. You can tell us anything. We're your friends." She squeezed his hand once more, then let go and sat back in her seat.
"You won't believe me, okay? That's why I can't tell you."
Hermione and Ron exchanged glances once again, and Harry wished they would stop doing that.
"Of course we will, Harry. We know you won't lie." Hermione made a pouty face, and batted her extremely mascara-ed eyes. Harry took a deep breath.
"The Devil is staying with me at my house. And he is taking us three to the UnderWorld to stay with him."
Ron and Hermione just stared at him. Hermione scowled.
"Now don't lie, Harry." How ironic, as she had just said that he never did.
"I had an important meeting today, and you made me miss it for that load of bull shit?" Ron gathered up his briefcase, and stood up to leave.
"Wait! I am telling the truth! Don't go yet, please!" But Ron ignored Harry, tossed his tip onto the table, and walked out the door.
Now only Harry and Hermione were left, and Hermione didn't look as cheerful and merry as she had when Harry had first arrived.
"You believe me, don't you?" Harry asked pleadingly, his hands folded in front of him, sort of resembling prayer.
Hermione just stared at him.
Harry let out another sound of frustration. "Grr! You know what? Fine. I knew this would happen. I thought of all people, at least you would believe me. But I guess even I can't trust you anymore to always be there for me." Harry began to get up, but Hermione put a hand out on his arm to stop him. She stared at him through big brown eyes, then sighed.
"I believe you, harry."
Harry sat back down.
"You do?" He couldn't believe his ears.
"Yes, I've seen the Devil. I've met him before, just like you have." She was moving in her seat uncomfortably.
Harry raised his eyebrows. "What?"
"Well, it was this morning. He came to talk to me personally about this whole thing. He knew we'd never believe you if you told us. I guess, obviously, he hasn't gotten to Ron yet." Hermione shook her head and laughed. "God, imagine what I felt when I walk into the kitchen, and the Devil is raiding my fridge." She stopped to laugh again. "Maybe I'm crazy."
Harry was astonished. "No, you're not crazy. That was really him."
The two sat in awkward silence.
"So are you coming with me?" Harry finally asked, taking her hand in his. Hermione sighed.
"I guess I have no choice. You aren't going through this alone." Harry never felt anymore appreciation to anyone before this moment.
"Oh my god, thanks Herms!" He leaned over the table and kissed her.
Now it was up to Ron.
[A/N: Wow, this was a looong chapter. But I hope you like it. Still, if you have any ideas for this story, I would be grateful to hear them...Julie]