A/N: hehehe thanks for the MILLIONS of reviews I have recieved. I hope i don't drown in them! Oo --- See that? Ya? I bet you do! Ya! He's confused. Why might you ask? Well I don't know and he won't tell me because he doesn't know either. Do you believe me? I bet you don't. You know why? No. No you don't. Well I guess i'll have to tell you why you don't believe me. Won't I? Ya I will. You don't believe me because I don't live in Cleveland and Cleveland rocks. All the little kids with their crimson lips go Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks Cleveland rocks. Ok stupid'ed on with ye old tale...

Meanwhile...IN HELL!!

"Harry where are we?" Hermione asked a little shaken.

"Can't you read Hermione?" Harry asked pointing to the top of the page.

"Yes but I was too occupied with our red hot surroundings to notice a paper telling us where we were. Don't make me feel stupid or I will have to glue rocking chairs all over your body and you won't be able to move."

"Oh lookie!!" Harry squeeled mercelissely.

"WHAT!" Hermione roared.

"Theres the devil up ahead. Im going to get his autograph! Come with me?"

"No way in hell!"

"Great! Come on!" They both ran to the velvetly red throne towering above them. Yes velvet...in hell.

As they approached the the throne a devilish looking...man like thing rolled his eyes. He was quite short about half the size of...you and thats DAMN short! His body was completely purple. No horns if you can believe it, and I know you can! And he didn't carry a pitchfork but an oversized severed chicken leg. Yes I know not your average fairytale devil but...ITS MY DAMN STORY GET OVER IT!

"What the HELL (oooh how...origianl) do you runts want?" For lack of a better word, the Devil said. He had a very high voice. But that cant be hard to believe seeing how he's purple.

"First of all your magesty or highness whatever the hell you want to be called." Harry seemed very proud at his use of the word hell. "I am taller than you so dont go calling me a runt. And second of all...can I please have your autograph??"

"Lets see here Mister...Harry Potter" Devil said looking at a very large and incharge list one of his slaves was holding up. "Before you enter the gates to...HELL I will give you an autograph and I must tell you the three main rules of...HELL!" He bellowed scribbling something on a shit of paper and handing it to Harry. (Did you see that? lol hehe im gonna leave it like that and see who notices)

"Ok kid first rule of...HELL is that whenever you are going to say...HELL you must have a short pause then shout the word. Like this, welcome to...HELL!" Said he. (Huh? is that gramatically correct?) "The second rule is that you must NOT make fun of...me. For I am the ruler of all...HELL! The third and final rule is the most important and should for no reason at all, be broken. As long as you are here in...HELL you MUST have a cat."

"Why a cat?" Hermione asked.

"Do not question the laws you little hobo. You just must have a cat. No further questions!" The Devil replied rather annoyed.

"Well can we share a cat?" Hermione questioned.

"NO!! No, you may NOT share cats...EVER! Share? What a stupid idea! Sharing in...HELL?! You must have bumped your head on the way down here! Never in my entire life have I been asked a stupider question. Sharing....PAHA!" The Devil was now laughing his head off. (Sharing PAHA!)

Harry and Hermione walked past his throne. Just a few steps ahead A very tall butchy ugly...thing handed each of them a map and...a cat.

Wow that was a chapter. Hey why not review? It took me atleast 3 days to write this. Probably because I have no imagination. Or maybe I just suck at writing...whatever you want to call it. Im learning to live.