Disclaimer: Yo. I don't have a Harry Potter in my possession. If I did, I'd be richer than Belgian Chocolate.
~ the author makes a joke, but no one laughs because they are mad at her ~
The readers: We hate you! How come you made us wait so long for a new chapter?!? I am going to go and toilet paper your dog!
The author: I'm sorry, kids. I have just been really busy lately.
The readers: Bull shit! We don't wanna hear your lame excuses!
The author: Ok, the truth is..I had writer's block. But I'm okay now! I am chock-full of ideas!
The readers: +give in and read the story+
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Where I left you off at: Hermione had admitted to Harry that she had met the devil as well. Now they just had to convince Ron.
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"Did you talk with your little friends?" Lucifer asked Harry whilst knitting a sweater. Harry sat up on the couch to face him.
"Yeah. Hermione even said that she's met you before. When did you see her?"
"Er, I visited her at her apartment. She has cats."
"I don't care! You don't just sneak into my friend's houses like that and take whatever you wish out of the fridge!" Harry stood up and snatched the sweater away from Lucifer angrily. "And why are you knitting this wretched thing? It looks itchy and horrid!"
"That was a gift for you, love. It's pretty cold in hell, and you'll need it." Lucifer took it back tenderly and began to knit some more. Harry sighed and flopped back down on the couch. Soon, the phone rang. He picked it up.
"Hello?" Harry asked irritably.
"Hi. I need to talk to you." Harry recognized that voice.
"Ron...is it about the hell thing? Because I need to talk to you too."
"Yeah, the hell thing. And I just wanted to say I was sorry."
"What for? I can see why you got mad. If my friend said all that crap without really explaining, I'd blow up too. And I realize you have a very busy life and are very stressed out right now"-
"No. Don't say that. I was over reacting. I just wanted to tell you the truth." Ron whispered ever so quietly. Harry had to strain to hear him. "Harry, I believe you about the Devil. I've seen him too. I met him four years ago at a club..and ever since...I just didn't think he'd ever come back."
There was complete silence. Harry's eyes slowly rolled over to glimpse at Lucifer. Lucifer was staring right at him.
"Did he tell you about him and me?" The devil asked, needle and yarn still in his hands.
"Yeah..why didn't you ever tell me that you had met Ron before?" Harry asked him. Lucifer shrugged.
"Hello? Harry, are you still there?" A tiny voice said through the phone. Harry put it back up to his ear.
"Yeah, I'm here. Well, you can tell me more about it later. But does that mean you are coming to hell with me?" There was a long pause.
"I have been there before. I suppose I might as well pay it another visit." Ron said, laughing. Harry made a face.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Lucifer took me those four years ago. Just like he wants to take you now. It's a pretty interesting place, so I guess I'll go back."
Harry scratched his head. "Um, okay Ron. We're leaving first thing tomorrow. I'll talk to you then." And Harry hung up without saying goodbye. He didn't want to say goodbye. This was all just too weird for him! His best friend had been to hell and he never even knew! He turned to Lucifer, who had finished knitting the sweater, and was admiring it.
"So you and Ron used to be good buddies?" Harry asked calmly, raising an eyebrow. Lucifer looked up.
"Yes...we were pretty close. But then things changed, and we went on to see other people..." Harry's mouth dropped. "- I mean, we uh, stopped being friends. And went on to be friends with others. Things just weren't working out." Lucifer added quickly. Harry stared at him.
"What are you saying?" Harry asked, giving him a look. "Are you saying that you and Ron used to be like, lovers?"
"That's not what I'm saying. And if you mention it ever again I'll have your throat. I can do that, you know." Lucifer got up from the couch and headed out of the living room. Harry soon heard footsteps going up the stairs.
He sighed and fell down to the couch, thoughts buzzing about in his head. This was all so odd. He closed his eyes, and after a while, the crackling fireplace put him to sleep.
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~ the author makes a joke, but no one laughs because they are mad at her ~
The readers: We hate you! How come you made us wait so long for a new chapter?!? I am going to go and toilet paper your dog!
The author: I'm sorry, kids. I have just been really busy lately.
The readers: Bull shit! We don't wanna hear your lame excuses!
The author: Ok, the truth is..I had writer's block. But I'm okay now! I am chock-full of ideas!
The readers: +give in and read the story+
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Where I left you off at: Hermione had admitted to Harry that she had met the devil as well. Now they just had to convince Ron.
~~
"Did you talk with your little friends?" Lucifer asked Harry whilst knitting a sweater. Harry sat up on the couch to face him.
"Yeah. Hermione even said that she's met you before. When did you see her?"
"Er, I visited her at her apartment. She has cats."
"I don't care! You don't just sneak into my friend's houses like that and take whatever you wish out of the fridge!" Harry stood up and snatched the sweater away from Lucifer angrily. "And why are you knitting this wretched thing? It looks itchy and horrid!"
"That was a gift for you, love. It's pretty cold in hell, and you'll need it." Lucifer took it back tenderly and began to knit some more. Harry sighed and flopped back down on the couch. Soon, the phone rang. He picked it up.
"Hello?" Harry asked irritably.
"Hi. I need to talk to you." Harry recognized that voice.
"Ron...is it about the hell thing? Because I need to talk to you too."
"Yeah, the hell thing. And I just wanted to say I was sorry."
"What for? I can see why you got mad. If my friend said all that crap without really explaining, I'd blow up too. And I realize you have a very busy life and are very stressed out right now"-
"No. Don't say that. I was over reacting. I just wanted to tell you the truth." Ron whispered ever so quietly. Harry had to strain to hear him. "Harry, I believe you about the Devil. I've seen him too. I met him four years ago at a club..and ever since...I just didn't think he'd ever come back."
There was complete silence. Harry's eyes slowly rolled over to glimpse at Lucifer. Lucifer was staring right at him.
"Did he tell you about him and me?" The devil asked, needle and yarn still in his hands.
"Yeah..why didn't you ever tell me that you had met Ron before?" Harry asked him. Lucifer shrugged.
"Hello? Harry, are you still there?" A tiny voice said through the phone. Harry put it back up to his ear.
"Yeah, I'm here. Well, you can tell me more about it later. But does that mean you are coming to hell with me?" There was a long pause.
"I have been there before. I suppose I might as well pay it another visit." Ron said, laughing. Harry made a face.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Lucifer took me those four years ago. Just like he wants to take you now. It's a pretty interesting place, so I guess I'll go back."
Harry scratched his head. "Um, okay Ron. We're leaving first thing tomorrow. I'll talk to you then." And Harry hung up without saying goodbye. He didn't want to say goodbye. This was all just too weird for him! His best friend had been to hell and he never even knew! He turned to Lucifer, who had finished knitting the sweater, and was admiring it.
"So you and Ron used to be good buddies?" Harry asked calmly, raising an eyebrow. Lucifer looked up.
"Yes...we were pretty close. But then things changed, and we went on to see other people..." Harry's mouth dropped. "- I mean, we uh, stopped being friends. And went on to be friends with others. Things just weren't working out." Lucifer added quickly. Harry stared at him.
"What are you saying?" Harry asked, giving him a look. "Are you saying that you and Ron used to be like, lovers?"
"That's not what I'm saying. And if you mention it ever again I'll have your throat. I can do that, you know." Lucifer got up from the couch and headed out of the living room. Harry soon heard footsteps going up the stairs.
He sighed and fell down to the couch, thoughts buzzing about in his head. This was all so odd. He closed his eyes, and after a while, the crackling fireplace put him to sleep.
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