Thank you all for reviewing and reading this story. I really wish I could personally thank you, but right know I'm in the beauty salon with my new beta, Dreema Wingblade a.k.a. Ming Ming, a.k.a. Cin Cin, a.k.a. Cindy.

I do remember however that someone asked why Harry was in Hell. Well, Harry killed his aunt, uncle and cousin; he's a murderer. That's why he was in Hell. Now he is in Limbo; a place between Heaven and Hell.

Anyways, here is the next chapter.

Hell Raiser: The Pact

By: Kiona Lucine Bloodfang Sabrefang

On the Last Chapter:

But it didn't matter; Harry had made his mind.

"I'll do it."

Chapter 2: Permafrost, the Wizard Hunter

"Excellent. I knew you would do it", said a grinning Reaper. "But there is one thing."

"What?", asked Harry.

"You cannot go back into your old body."

"Why the Hell not!", yelled a pissed off Harry.

"Simple. Your body is dead. But don't worry. I'll make you another. Voldemort decided that he wanted to return in a body exactly like his old one, but you need a completely different one. The only thing that will remain the same will be the scar caused by the bullet that took your life", explained the Reaper while he circled around Harry, scratching his chin.

"Okay. What in the seven Hells are you doing?", asked Harry, keeping a watchful eye on the bizarre Grim Reaper.

"I'm thinking about your new body of course!", answered Reaper, stopping in front of Harry.

"Do whatever you think will help my mission."

"Harry, this will be the body you'll have to live in for the rest of your life. I can't rush it and if you don't like it…"

"It doesn't matter; As long as it is different from my old one and none of the Death Eaters recognize me", interrupted Harry.

"Oookaay", said Reaper, throwing his arms in the air.

Reaper circled Harry once again before he stopped and then settled his hands on top of Harry's head. "Relax Harry. This will not hurt one bit", whispered the Reaper to Harry. Energy began flowing through the deceased one, but in mere seconds it stopped.

"Hey! Why you stopped Reaper?", asked a confused Harry.

"Because I'm already done. Don't believe it? Look there!", said the Reaper pointing at a full-length mirror just a few feet away from him.

Cautiously, Harry made his way to the mirror, afraid of what he might see. What he saw made him gasp out of surprise. The short, thin, green-eyed, black, messy haired teenager was gone forever. He now stood at 5' 10'', with a much toned body. His hair was a few inches past his shoulders and slightly spiked; Instead of black, know it was white with royal blue tips and roots. His skin was as white as snow and his eyes where icy-blue. He wore black cargo pants with blue streaks on the sides, an icy-blue shirt, a long, black, and leather coat, and black boots. His chest adorned not only by a bullet wound scar, but by a tattoo of a glacier surrounded by a black and blue stripped snake with blood dripping from its tail and a half-moon tattoo on the side of his right eye.

"So, what do you think?", asked the Reaper to a still gaping Harry.

"I…I …love it! It's amazing! I actually like this look better than my original body!"

Reaper was ecstatic; He had been worried he had over-done it. He calmed down quickly though.

"Okay young one, you better begin thinking of a name for the new you. I'll be sending you back to the Living World soon; you'll be brought back next to your old body. Up there it has only been minutes since you died. You'll have to stab your old body with the Hell Raiser to draw in your old magic power, okay? Oh, and before I forget, the Order of the Phoenix is getting closer to your body. I thought you could do something with that information."

"Got it. Hurry up and send me back before the Order finds me. I got an idea.", said Harry with a wicked look on his face.

Reaper assented with his head and after a brief goodbye, he sent Harry back to the Realm of the Living.

Heavy rain met our two-toned haired hero as he waited for the arrival of members of the Order. A few minutes later his patience was rewarded as he heard someone calling his previous name. Taking that as a cue, the boy stabbed his old, stiff body with his hellish sword and trapped his magical energy within the sword's blade as the screams of old tortured souls were heard through the air. As he drawn the blade out of his corpse, members of the Order of the Phoenix surrounded him. After seeing Harry's lifeless body, none of the members were able to make a single sound. After a few minutes, Mad-Eye Moody was able to find his voice.

"Who are you? What have you done?", he asked in a whispered voice.

"I have done what the Dark Lord could not: I've killed Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Refused-To-Die, the Hope of the Wizarding World, the Chosen One. I promise, you have not seen the last of me, so don't forget my name. I am Permafrost, the wizard hunter", answered Harry, now known as Permafrost, in a cold emotionless voice as he apparated before any of the Order Members recovered from their shock enough to cast a spell.

After they had recovered, they decided to take the stiff body down to headquarters, Remus volunteering to carry it. Upon seeing the dead boy in the werewolf's arms, Hermione, Molly and Ginny fainted, while tears promptly fell from the rest, including from Severus Snape.

"Albus, what do we do now? With the boy gone, who will stop Voldemort? It's not fair! He was only a boy", said the Potions master between sobs.

"I don't know what well do, Severus. I really don't know", answered the distraught Headmaster, looking several years older.

Well… that's it for now. Thank you again to those who have read the story. Also, I need to ask for a favor. I need a song fit for a funeral. I cannot post the next chapter without the song. It has to very sad. I will of course give you credit for it. If you can send me the lyrics as well I will be eternally grateful. Ming Ming said that I should use the song "Hello", by Evanescence. What do you guys think? Tell me, will ya! Ohh and REVIEW!