A Most Unusual Encounter
written by Shaun Garin
JK Rowling owns Harry Potter. Rare owns Greg.
Bartimus Crouch had NO idea where he was. The place looked like a torture chamber with the dark spires of stone that went into the darkness above him and the crackling flames about the area.
A shuffling caught his attention and he whirled, grasping for a wand that was no longer there. "Oh give it a rest," an accented voice snapped out. It sounded more Australian than British.
Out shuffled a three foot skeleton dressed in a black robe and hood. He also carried a book and a scythe. "Well well, another mortal. All right then."
"Who are you? What do you want?" demanded Crouch, feeling impetuous.
"Do you mind? I'm trying to check your name. First name?"
"Bartimus," replied Crouch indignantly.
"Surname?"
"Crouch."
"Senior or Junior?"
"Senior."
The skeleton snapped his book shut. "Right. There's no chances for you buddy boy. You've got a one-way ticket to palookaville."
"Excuse me?" asked Crouch.
"Lemme translate for you, bucko. You're going to hell for all of the hideous deeds you've done."
Before Crouch could reply, the skeleton pulled a lever. The ground below him snapped open and he fell through screaming. The trap door shut and he smirked. "God I love my work."
He then conjured up a beer and waited for Junior to appear soon enough.