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CHAPTER 12: Hell (Chapter rated PG-13)
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March 8, about 3 months before Harry Potter died...
They were in a dark garden, where all of the flowers that had once stood tall and beautiful were now dead. The ground was littered with blood, and the sky was a very deep brown color. Though it was raining, the rain burned your skin, and the air was extremely hot. You could hear deep booming fires from underground. The evil cackles of all sorts of malicious creatures and humans were present.
The Dark Lord was walking in his spiritual form with none other than the Devil himself.
"Yes, I will kill them all… but at a price." hissed the Devil. His evil face was shaded from sight by a long, dark cape with a hood. All you could see were bright blue eyes glaring at you.
"And... what is the… price?" asked a nervous Voldemort. He stuttered and shook.
"I get your name, the very thing that makes you who you are."
Voldemort gasped a squeaky gasp.
"It's simple. You give me you name and your life, and I'll kill him, and all the others."
Voldemort didn't have any time to think about the deal, he just nodded a very quick nod.
Suddenly, the ground opened up, and sucked him in. He screamed a horrible high-pitch scream that would burst the ear drums of any real mortal.
The new Voldemort laughed evilly, and continued his stroll through the dead gardens that once belonged to elves, almost a century ago. The Devil slaughtered every last one of them. But, their red blood stained these grounds forever. Their heads remained stuck on posts, surrounding the gardens; mouths open with screams of terror.
This was a place no one dared to venture. It was Hell.
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Hermione, Ron, Draco and their new group member, the sprite Maye, set off down the bright hallway after about 5 minutes of sitting and thinking. But eventually, the stench of the rotting corpses started to drift into their noses, so they began to escape again.
The hallway was extremely brightly lit, making Hermione squint. She was following Maye, her wand in front of her and ready if anything attacked them. After Hermione, was Draco and then Ron.
Maye flew very quickly, from wall to wall, kind of humming to herself. Hermione recognized the song as the song of the sprites. It was their national song, and every sprite in the world was supposed to know it by the time they were one month old.
Hermione wondered why Maye would be humming at a time like this, when their lives were on the line.
Maye stopped, and reached into her backpack. Hermione halted as well, watching Maye with suspicion and apprehension. Hermione's sudden halt made Draco bump into her. Hermione fell down, and her wand went flying.
Hermione gasped. Maye went down and grabbed Hermione's wand. She observed its find wood build with care. Then, suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, Maye screeched and the wand shot green clouds out of the end of it. Hermione watched in horror as Maye dropped to the floor, burnt and black, turning to dust and eroding.
Draco helped Hermione up, who went over to the spot where Maye had fallen. The dust started to rise up off the ground, and twirled in circles. Then, the three teens witnessed something not many people witness.
It was Fawkes, their school headmaster's pet Phoenix! Hermione gasped with delight as it bent down and picked up her wand. Then, it flew to Hermione and handed it to her.
Ron laughed. "I guess the sprite was good after all."
Hermione nodded, still smiling.
The Phoenix started to fly down the hallway. The trio rushed after it. They darted around corners, ducked under lights on the ceiling of the hallway, and swerved all over the place, until finally they came to a stop in the hallway.
There, in front of them, was the most horrific sight ever to be seen. A dead elf, its body torn and twisted, the knife it was killed with still in its chest. Blood, still pouring from the wound.
Hermione vomited, and Draco moaned with disgust. Ron looked at it uneasily. Then walked right over to it.
"Ron! Stop, what are you doing? Don't you have any respect for the dead?"
Ron nodded. "I would if it was dead. Look." He poked the elf, and it turned into a large moke, that instantly shrunk and scurried away.
Hermione sighed. It was only a special shape-taking lizard, which could shrink at will.
"See?" said Ron, "Just a cover, to hide what's really behind it."
There was a large wooden door, which looked almost brand-new, like no one and nothing had ever touched it. But then Hermione noticed some bright red burning coals on the handle. Obviously, something had been here before.
The Phoenix landed on Hermione's shoulder, and affectionately pecked her neck, urging her to go on.
Hermione reached for the handle, and in one swift moment opened the door.
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Haha, just a little note. In the beginning, the whole scene with the Devil and Voldemort takes place on March 8th. That's my birthday. Just a funny little thing. What a nice way to remember my birthday, eh? Well, this is a very big cliffhanger. Review please! Hope you enjoy the chapter.
Lestatlover1784 - Haha. I understand you, I've never kissed anyone either. I always read those romance stories and fics though, so I pretty much know how to write about it. Your fic is really good, keep writing it. Adventure is my new thing. Thanks for reviewing!
Flavagurl - Yeah. Poor people :( Thanks! I hope you don't mind too much goriness, this chapter is full of it.
sporty12gd4u - Thank you very much. :D
P.S. I came down with a bad cold, so don't get all upset if I don't update as regularly. I'm trying to keep updating. Staring at the computer screen for too long, though, gives me a wicked headache. Sorry! The next chapter will be up soon.
