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"Welcome home, Bitch. Felt a little homesick?" asked Charon. Harry was just waking up. The last thing he remembered was sinking in a lake, dying. His vision began to clear up and he could see Charon. Harry shook his head and stood up.

"Damn. I just died, didn't I?"

"Yep. I guess you just missed home so much, you just had to come back. And of course you would choose the easy way. Who wouldn't?" Harry started at the old man in the sharp Italian suit.

"I'm gonna burn your suit."

"Well," replied Charon, "That wouldn't be nice. Now would it?"

"Shut up." Replied Harris as he turned away and walked towards the elevator.

"No. You have to pay me first. One drachma. Or one Euro. Or two dollars. Or-"

"Shut up! Stop telling me what I can pay you with! I'm not paying!"

"Well, Guess you're stuck with me then." Harry thought for a moment. Then said, "I hate you," as he grabbed a Euro from a dead Greek guy coming up to pay. "Here's your stupid payment."

"Excellent," replied a smiling Charon snatching the coin from his hand, "Let us go then." The two got into the elevator. Harry got packed right up next to some dead asshole. The Greek guy that Harry took the Euro from shook his fist at him and yelled something in Greek. Harry had never taken the time to learn modern Greek. He knew the ancient language of course. Charon pressed the button labeled basement, and the elevator lurched to life.

"Not a lot of business lately?" asked Harry.

"No, not really. Its pissing me off. I need a new suit, but no. People just have to stop dying for awhile. Psh, lazy ass old people. Just die already! Nobody loves you!" Harry chuckled.

"Don't worry, the baby boomers are getting old. You'll make a lot of money then."

"True, true." The elevator turned into a ferry. All the dead people, including Harry, turned into ghosts sporting nice cloaks. Charon too obtained a cloak. His was black.

"Your Dad is going to be so mad at you." Stated Charon, "I'd like to see you get out of this one. In fact, I think I will. There's no business anyways."

"Oh fuck. My dad." He had completely forgotten about him. The lord of the Underworld. Hades.

They neared the shore and as the mist clear he could see someone wearing all black with a pure white face.

"Well. Back so soon?" said the man through gritted teeth.

"This should be good." Whispered a smiling Charon to Harry.

It was Hades, Lord of Hell, Lord of the underground, Harry's dad. His Ipod switched to 'Help!' by the Beatles.

"Welcome home, Bitch."

Reviews

Peculiarjuliar: Thank you very much!

deathawk: don't think this chapter is better than 12. I'm sorry. I'm not really in a writing mood right now.

Wouldntyouliketoknow: That'll come later. AS you can see this goes through Harry's POV.

Phoenix: Thank you for the review. I like flames as long as they give me something to work on. I tried not to make him into a Gary Stu, but I also wanted t5o make up my own character. So, yeah. I'll try to make him less Gary Stuish. Thank you.

Rainbow: Yes, the Beatles are my fav band.

Da archer: Did you read the last chapters?