Hell
Everything moved as if in slow motion: the book fell, delicately spiraling right past the first floor, through the basement, and disappearing into the ominous, open gap. As he watched the book descend Harry felt the only chance at beating Voldemort fall along with it.
He couldn't allow that to happen. Not when he was finally doing something with his life.
Releasing a breath he hadn't realized he held, he began sprinting towards the rift, and, like a true Gryffindor, didn't give a second thought about jumping right in after the book.
The ground closed up immediately after, leaving a house in ruins, Dudley gasping at his run and gaping at the damage, and another individual who seemingly appeared out of no where, swearing like there was no tomorrow.
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"Son of a fucking bitch! Motherfucking, shit-timing, God-damned ball-sacked—" Inuyasha swore as he arrived just in time to see his protégé dive in after the book. He was pissed beyond all belief: somewhat at Harry, somewhat at himself, but mostly at the PTB. His "boss" so to speak. He knew they planned this, he just knew it.
Inuyasha took a deep, calming breath and looked over to his left, where he felt an annoying stare. It was Harry's fat cousin, Dudley...gawking at him and looking at him like he was crazy. Though whether it was for the swearing or his ears, Inuyasha didn't know.
The half-breed groaned at this realization. He was in such a hurry to get back he forgot to change into a human! Quickly doing so, he turned and addressed Dudley.
"Hey kid, was this the only hole that showed up in this area?"
Dudley didn't answer. He was still in shock from seeing someone change his appearance so fast. Inuyasha rolled his eyes and let out a small growl, sending Dudley out of his stupor.
"Oh, er, yeah I think," he said warily. He knew this had to be one of Potter's friends. Only he hung out with freaks.
"Alright...good," Inuyasha said to himself, appearing deep in thought.
He seemed civil enough, so Dudley decided to try and get some answers out of him.
"What happened to Potter? Where did he go?"
"Well, he essentially just committed suicide."
Dudley almost lost his balance at that.
"Huh? What do you mean? Why would he do that?"
"Because he's a fucking idiot," Inuyasha muttered darkly. "Do you know what that hole just was, kid?"
Dudley shook his head.
"An opening to Hell...a strained opening to Hell. Meaning someone, whether in Hell or in this realm just forced an opening in the rifts between them. And your cousin just hopped in there like it was a fucking spa."
"So...Harry's in Hell? Right now?"
"Yep."
"Does that mean he's dead?" Dudley asked. He wasn't sure if that news made him happy or not. He certainly knew his parents would be.
"Not yet. But humans cannot survive in Hell—there's a reason they're dead when they're sent there," Inuyasha looked up suddenly. "Well they took their damn time, didn't they?"
"Who?" Dudley asked, turning around. Cracks sounded off all around him, causing him to release another embarrassingly girlish scream. To his horror, wizards had unexpected appeared everywhere with their dangerous sticks out, covering the grounds to his property in seconds. Dudley looked back to find the strange man gone.
One of the wizards quickly approached him, causing him to take several steps back. He was very old, with a long white beard and strange, multicolored clothes.
"Mr. Dursley, I need you to tell me where Harry is. It is supremely important."
Dudley swallowed several times before he found his voice.
"H-he's in H-hell," he answered shakily. There was something about wizards that just frightened him to the core. The wizards around them started muttering to themselves, giving him hard looks from the response he gave.
"Hell?" the old one asked blankly. "Mr. Dursley, we do not have time for this. You must tell us what happened here. What happened to your house and where is your cousin?"
"That's what the weird guy said. There was a big hole in the ground that split the house. It got really cold and Harry jumped in it and then it closed," he said quickly, shrinking back from the man. He was staring into Dudley's eyes intently.
"He's telling the truth," the man said to the rest of the company. He turned back to Dudley with the same probing gaze. "Now, who is this 'weird guy' you spoke of?"
"I don't know. He had cat ears or something strange on his head and then he changed so he was normal. He was just here."
The old man was concerned and was about to ask another question when a frightened yell rang out.
"Dumbledore!" a young man with long red hair tied into a ponytail yelled from one of the bushes in front of the former house. "I found Diggle!"
"Oh, where is he?" a woman with spiked, pink hair yelled angrily, storming over to the bush. "When I get my hands on him for leaving Harry..."
"I don't think you'll be able to do much," the redhead said dryly and levitated the body out of the bush. Several black flakes of skin shed from the body, which was apparently burnt to a crisp.
Shocked gasps filled the area as everyone came rushing forward. Dudley felt decidedly sick and turned away from the body.
"How did this happen?" a black haired witch asked shakily.
"I do not know," replied Dumbledore quietly, waving his wand over the body. "But it appears to have happened several hours ago."
Before anything else was said a car pulled up to the driveway and out stepped the owners of number four Private Drive; the woman tight lipped and pasty white, the man purple faced and shaking with suppressed rage.
"W-what the—? What the effing, bloody hell have you done to my house?!"
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Harry groaned as he came to, his faced pressed against what smelled and tasted like dirt and sulfur. He expelled the foul substance from his respiratory tract with a few raspy coughs and pushed himself to his knees.
The first thing he noticed was that the ominous chill seemed as strong as ever, sweeping over his body like a cold blanket. Looking around, the only adjective that came to mind was bleak. He only saw miles and miles of flat, cracked ground with a few boulders dappled around. The sky was a blood red, churning, making patters in the atmosphere, and covering the land in a red hue. Harry shivered and wrapped his arms around himself. Why had he done this again?
His eyes widened as he remembered.
'The book!'
He looked around frantically, searching for his most valuable possession, finally spotting it several yards away. Harry ran over to it and picked it up, running his hand over the rough, leather-bound cover, grinning. He riffled through the pages to make sure nothing was damaged.
After a couple minutes Harry's grin faded to be replaced by one of horror.
He just jumped into Hell. HELL. The demon infested territory where humans are a delicacy. He would be hunted by everything that so much as caught a whiff of him. He was good for a beginner, but he wasn't that good. Hunters who trained their whole lives would be dead after one day. It was just like Inuyasha told him all the time: Humans can't survive in hell. It just can't be done. Even for the 'boy-who-lived'.
Harry moaned and plopped down on a flat rock. Why? Why, for just once in his life, couldn't he think before he leaped? Literally!
Well, on the bright side Inuyasha would probably be out looking for him—seeing as he was a guardian to a gate of Hell—so he had the ability to pass through either realm at will. Right? That and there were no demons around.
A deafening roar from behind him quickly silenced that thought.
"Oh, I am on a roll today," Harry said sarcastically as he jumped up and spun to face first demon of what was sure to be many.
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OMG! 200 reviews! You guys rock! I decided to bump up the rating due to Inu Yasha's mouth, Lol.
Just if your wondering: PTBPowers that be.
As for Diggle, it was the invisible fire-breathing demon that killed him last chapter.
Thanks again for reviewing:D
