Hello Sinners, well we did it, somewhat. This story has over 1000 followers! The amount of favorites is still a little under 1000 but by a chapter or two, it will reach that goal. So here we are, the beginning of the Prisoner of Azkaban arc! Now some stuff may stay the same, but this is where the story changes from cannon majorly. Anyway, let's answer some reviews.
Lainehalsey & Alexbaker42: I'm glad you liked that reference. That Vampire makes me laugh.
Ardyn 1997: Shush. Don't ruin the surprise for Harry.
Bromega2477: that would be epic to see. Hellhound and Animagus vs Werewolf.
Blade Claw X: The exterminators obey God and the Archangels of Heaven. So them being guards in the Triwizard Tournament would raise a lot of questions in the Wizarding World. Not to mention they only go down to Hell once a year. (P.S. If you want to talk about if I updated the story, PM me please. Don't put it in as a review as its made for reviews.)
Seros109: Fair point. Thank you for that knowledge of snakes and their abilities. As for who Harry takes to the Yule Ball, I will put that poll out later as the story goes.
ShinigamiPhantom: Well he would still need to send something to the church since he has no love for his half-brother.
Spantidem7: Nobody likes Umbridge. I agree 98 percent with what you said. The 2 percent I disagree with is Val forcing himself on her as he would be like "I am not putting my dick in some ugly toad. I may be a heartless pimp, but even I have standards." As for Alastor eating her, I would feel like he would say "Sorry, I don't eat garbage. She'll just give me some kind of indigestion."
Anyway, let's wait for no further and dive right into Hell!
Chapter 25: The Knight Bus
After he wrote his letters to both Ron and Hermione, the Prince of Hell wanted to spend a little more time with his friends in Hell before going back to school. It was a week before his thirteenth birthday and before that day came, he wanted to go to LuLu World with them. It took some convincing from his parents, but seeing as he would be with a group, they allowed him to have some fun.
"So where should we go on first," Harry asked the girls as they just got to the entrance of the giant theme park.
"I want to ride the Pride Rider!"
"I think Lava Mountain would be a good start."
"How about the Bismarck?"
As Verosika, Loona, and Octavia suggested each of the following rides in the park, the three of them gave each other the stink eye as they said different choices. "You know this is getting fucking stupid real fast," the succubus said to the two goths of the group. "I mean we're not agreeing on what ride to go on and already we're going at each other's necks. How about we make an agreement and stick with it?"
"Can't argue with that," Loona remarked before she started digging around her pockets for something to help decide.
"Flipping a coin would be fucking useless since there are the three of us," Octavia pointed out to the Hellhound.
"I'm not stupid. I was gonna use this instead," Loona pulled out a knife and dangled it from the hilt. "We'll throw this at a map and wherever the blade lands, we go on that first. Got it?"
The other two females agree as Loona tossed the blade in front of them and watched it hit a spot on a nearby map, nearly impaling an apathetic employee as he passed by. The four of them looked at where the knife landed and said two simple words. "Fuck no!"
The knife ended up hitting the one ride no one would go on. It's a Small Hell.
"Can we do a redo," Harry asked the Hellhound as no one wanted to go on that ride. "Dad made me and Charlie ride it as punishment. Not to mention it's a 30-minute ride."
"I want to agree with you on that, but we made a deal that we ride the first thing the knife lands on," Loona took the knife out of the map and she made a low growl.
"Let's get this over with at least. Might be better than my mom's screaming fits," Octavia said as she slouched while walking and pulled her beanie over her eyes. "This is going to be more painful than seeing that fucking animatronic clown at Loo Loo Land."
"Get your earplugs ready," Verosika said as she already took a set of earplugs from her bag and placed them into her ears handing everyone a pair before the earworm they were going to experience crawling through their brains for the next couple of hours.
"It's a small Hell after all! it's a small Hell after all! It's a small Hell after all! It's a small, small Hell!" the little animatronic imps sang as they were stabbing, shooting, spanking, and even fucking the human animatronics.
"I can still fucking hear it," Loona shouted as her dog-like hearing was not blocked by the ear plugs, forcing her to cover her ears.
"You better not be singing along next," Verosika shouted as her eye twitching as they only spent 5 minutes on the ride.
"Please tell me it's over," Octavia said aloud looking down at her feet instead of the animatronics as they were passing by what looked to be the Wrath ring section.
'I wish Dad never made this ride when he designed the amusement park," Harry thought to himself. 'I think people would be tortured by this,' he told himself as faint screaming was muffled behind the walls as they journeyed along the ride. After another 25 minutes of endless torture, the quartet reached the final stretch of the ride, which was a polka version of the song led by an animatic version of Lucifer with an accordion in his hands dancing around. "I'd rather have the Radio Demon eat me than go through with this," Harry whispered with a thousand-yard stare.
"Finally! We're out of that literal hellhole," Loona said as she jumped out of the ride first and took out her earplugs.
"Let's all agree to never ride that thing ever again," Octavia said to the others as she looked so deadpanned that her face looked like she needed a gallon of black coffee.
"I vote to tear it down completely," Verosika told them as she stretched from the small ride.
"You'd have to pay for it," Harry retorted.
"Don't you have a big say in that? You could have it replaced with something more entertaining," the owl demon asked the prince.
Harry only shrugged in response before they all decided to enjoy the rest of their day at LuLu World. After their first ride, the girls joined Harry as they went on the fastest roller coaster in Hell, Pride Rider. Lava Mountain was another great ride, especially when Harry put a fireproof spell on himself to not get burnt or let his clothing get on fire. To cool off after Lava Mountain, Harry and the girls all went on the Bismarck next and the water ride ended up soaking them from head to toe. "That was something we all needed after the last ride," Harry said.
"Speak for yourself," Loona remarked as she shook herself dry, soaking Octavia more by mistake. "Sorry." Octavia only gave a blank stare as her feathers were soaked so much that she looked skinnier than she usually did.
"What about you, Verosi-" Harry didn't get to finish his sentence as he was dumbstruck at how Verosika's white top was so drenched that it was transparent. Many other parkgoers stopped by to check out the succubus because her bra was now visible thanks to her wet shirt. Seeing the crowd, Verosika simply smirked before striking seductive poses and letting everyone take her picture. "Of course…"
"Hey, I got it, so I might as well flaunt it," Verosika declared as she blew a misty kiss to a group of teenage demons, who then started to fight over the flirtatious gesture like a bunch of stooges.
"Idiots," Harry mumbled as he turned away from the ongoing crowd.
"Don't tell me you're jealous," Verosika teased the dark-haired wizard as she poked his cheek with her pointer finger.
"I'm not. It's just that they're being stupid over a kiss," Harry retorted.
"They can be. Then again, they would tear each other apart if I tossed something I was wearing out into the crowd. I've been getting that popular lately," Verosika answered back.
"Well, don't do it here. This is Harry's week before his birthday anyway. Can't make it all about you," Loona said as she wrung out more water from her fur.
"I know that. I'm not going to throw one of my shirts when I don't have another to wear," the succubus told both the Hellhound and the Goetia demon, which disappointed the crowd a bit. "Oh, bite me! If you want to look for that kind of thing, go to Ozzie's in the Ring of Lust."
"Let's just get going, Verosika," Harry said wanting to avoid more of the crowd and figure out where he was. Suddenly, his phone was ringing and he saw that it was a number he didn't recognize. Curious, he answered it to see who was calling him. "Hello?"
"HELLO!? HELLO!? HARRY!? IT'S RON FROM SCHOOL," the red-haired wizard from school shouted from the other end of the phone call. "CAN YOU HEAR ME!?" Despite all the rides, people, and music in the park, Ron's phone call was the loudest out of everything.
"Ron, I can hear you fine, but stop shouting before you make me deaf before we even get to school," Harry said as he held the phone away from his face. "I'm not even sure how Hogwarts handles students with disabilities anyways."
"Better," Ron asked as he started talking at a regular volume.
"Better," Harry replied as the ringing in his ears stopped. "So what's up?"
"Bloody Hell, I can hear every word you're saying," Ron said ecstatically as he heard the background noise behind the Prince of Hell. "What's that noise?"
"You called me while I'm at an amusement park. Ever heard of them?"
"No. What is that?"
Thinking of the best way to explain it to him. "It's like a place where many people go to ride on stuff and eat some sweets. I guess the closest thing to it is a fair. Know about those things?"
"Oh! Yeah, I've been to something like that. Also, I wanted to say Happy Birthday."
"Thanks, I'll talk to you before school," Harry said as he hung up and looked at his friends from Hell. "So, what ride should we go on next?"
"Happy birthday, son," Lucifer said to him as he raised a glass in Harry's honor and gave him a one-arm hug. "Today is the day you are no longer a boy, but a man!"
"We're not Jewish. This isn't a Bar Mitzvah," Harry stated.
"Well, we're not Chaotic either. I'm just saying that today, you've become a teenager and with that, I'm thinking of letting you have some more freedom around home," Lucifer clarified.
"Really?! In that case, can I go to Earth by myself when it's time to go to Hogwarts," Harry asked.
"Well…" Lucifer said as he looked at his wife, who hesitantly nodded her head in agreement. "Of course! I think that with what magic you know, you can at least find some method of getting to London."
"Thanks, Dad! I swear I'll be good and cause no trouble on the surface," Harry said as went to enjoy the small festivities that was his birthday.
As the Prince of Hell was enjoying the party, the Queen of Hell walked over to her husband and they both watched their child enjoy himself. "You know I'm nervous about him going on his own," Lilith told her husband.
"He's not that same baby you found all those years ago, Lily," the King of Hell told his wife.
"He'll always be my baby," she said in response. "Same with Charlie."
"I know. But if it eases your mind, he's not going to be fully alone," Lucifer told her. "On the bright side, that means we get the house all to ourselves," he whispered in her ear as he snaked his arm around her waist.
"Oh~ Luci," Lilith giggled like a schoolgirl.
"Cheers to us, as a family," he said as they both clinked their glasses before sipping on champagne.
After the party at home, Harry went over what presents he got from his friends and family just as some owls flew in with packages from Ron and Hermione. Verosika gave him a book filled with sheet music for songs by The Beatles, Octavia and Stolas gave him his very own grimoire so that he can go to Earth and Hell whenever he wanted, Loona gave him a six-barreled pepperbox revolver the size of a regular flintlock. 'This will be good for when I prank Malfoy later with some potion bullets,' Harry smirked to himself as he opened the gift Ron sent him. Opening the gift, he saw what looked like a glass spinning top with a note explaining what it was.
"Dear, Harry.
This is a Sneakoscope. It spins and lights up when someone untrustworthy is around. It keeps going off when we were at breakfast, but I guess it was when Fred and George put beetles in Bill's porridge.
Sincerely, Ron.
P.S. Percy is now Head Boy."
"Well, good for Percy. He earned it. Hope it doesn't go to his head," Harry said looking at the top and seeing it not spin. "Guess I can trust things at home. I wonder what Hermione got me? Knowing her, it's probably a book." Unwrapping Hermione's gift to him, Harry was glad he was wrong. The bushy-haired girl had given him a Broom Servicing Kit, which was good for his Nimbus 2000 or any other broomstick currently available. "I'm glad she is thinking outside the box," he said taking a looked at the Fleetwood High-Finish Handle Polish and the silver Tail-Twig Clippers.
As he finished going over some stuff, a knock was heard at his door. "Harry, I've got some official Hogwarts stuff for you," Charlie announced as she entered her brother's room. "Your new school supply list and something else for you," she told him as she gave the letters.
Opening the first one, Harry saw it was the required list of books and new supplies for his third year at Hogwarts. "At least there's nothing by Lockhart this time. What happened to him after we got out of the Chamber of Secrets anyway?"
"Last I heard, he wrote a new book before he was taken to this magic hospital for his memory being erased," Charlie stated. "The title is called 'Who Am I?'. Kinda fitting."
"Bastard deserves it after taking all that credit he stole from other witches and wizards. But that also means we get a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher," the Prince of Hell remarked as he wished this new one would be an improvement. His focus was now on the second letter he opened and it turned out to be a permission slip to go into Hogsmeade village, where the Hogwarts Express stopped by. "Well, this shouldn't be too much of a problem. Mom or Dad can easily sign this without any trouble. I think I'll hand this to them right now," he voiced, getting up to his feet and quickly pacing down the hall to his father's office.
Knocking on the door, Harry heard his father's voice. "Enter," Lucifer said. Opening the doors, Harry stepped inside and saw the King of Hell just reading a book. "Harry, were the presents to your liking?"
" They were. But the reason I came is I need this signed," Harry replied as he gave his father the permission slip. "It's for letting me go to the village close to Hogwarts on weekends," he explained.
"Very well," Lucifer said as he decided to sign the paper with an ornate fountain pen. "Enjoy yourself. And remember…"
"Don't take shit from anyone. I know that's been etched in my head ever since the first day of school. Thanks, Dad," he said as he looked at the clock. "Is that set to England's time zone?"
"No, the pocket watch I gave you should be," Lucifer responded.
Checking his watch, Harry nodded as he ran off to gather his things. "Gotta get everything," he said as he rushed out of the office, passing by his mother as he did. "Bye, Mom! I love you."
"Take care, dear," Lilith shouted as she saw the boy run up the stairs to his room.
"Okay, let's see. Wand, sword, gifts, broom, luggage, Sam, Hedwig, list. That should be everything," Harry said as he packed in a hurry, not noticing some loose papers get scattered in his excited rush. As he packed everything he thought he had, Harry grabbed the grimoire from Stolas and Octavia. "Time to test this thing out," the teenager chuckled.
The grimoire's cover was very different than the one used by Stolas. Instead of a blue-colored leather, it had red to match Gryffindor House, complete with a roaring lion's head in place of the crescent moon. The other details that made it different from the Goetia Prince's own spellbook included his father's demonic seal instead of the one for Stolas, owl icons on the corners, and a blazing sapphire in the spine instead of a ruby. "Take me to the outskirts of London, England," he said loudly.
With the book's magic, the pages glowed and a portal was summoned within Harry's room. The rift opening caused a breeze to blow around the room and send the loose papers flying around. Taking a deep breath to calm himself down, Harry stepped through the portal and exited Hell itself on his own. As he entered the portal, it closed behind him and the papers started to fall around the room, which included a piece of paper that had the signature of 'Lucifer Magne'.
The Prince of Hell arrived at a small town and little worried he messed up the location he chose, but he looked around and saw that he was at a place called Privet Drive. "Let's see… Privet Drive," Harry muttered as he pulled out his phone and checked his location on a map app. Seeing that he was in England, he smiled to himself before he went to find a bus stop. As he walked down the streets at night, he could have sworn he heard some muffled screaming of a woman. Harry looked around but didn't see anything. "Must be some housewife screaming at her husband," he told himself as he walked, not noticing a bloated figure start floating in the air as he decided to put in some earbuds and listen to music.
"Well, that has got to be the most creative death we came up with," Blitzo laughed as he turned off the helium tank.
"Where did we even get a helium tank," Moxxie asked aloud.
"Who cares, Mox? Our client will be happy to hear that we killed that snobbish British bitch with who knows how many bulldogs she fucks to look like one," Blitzo said as he looked out the window to see their target still floating in the air with ducktape securing her mouth shut. "Speaking of dogs, you keeping those mutts under control, Looney?"
"Define under control," Loona said as she was surrounded by twelve different bulldogs that were getting 'affectionate' with her legs. "I'd rather have other Hellhounds be doing this," she muttered under her breath. "I hope Harry doesn't hear about this," Loona sighed.
"Speaking of the prince, shouldn't we check for any clues about what he asked you about, sir," Moxxie asked.
"About that Modlywart guy? I mean, how are we supposed to find something on that prick if we don't know much about him," Blitzo replied.
"Maybe he's got a secret army," Millie suggested. "We could find one of them and pull out their fingernails until they fess up."
"Why stop there? How about we cut off their hands and shove them right up their asses," Blitzo said.
"Well, we'd have to find somebody in the wizarding world to do any of that," Moxxie said before pulling out a few weapons. "We should end her as quietly as possible. What do you think, Millie? Crossbow or throwing knife?"
"I say we go with a slingshot," Millie said.
"Ah, reminds me of when I first got an interest in weapons," Moxxie said before he pulled out a good old-fashioned slingshot and a sharp rock. "Okay, now… Steady…steady… aaaannd, release," Moxxie muttered as he aimed and fired the rock, causing the inflated woman to blow up like a watermelon as blood and guts rained down on a few houses. "Huh, I didn't expect that to happen. Oh well," the imp voiced before he started packing up all of the equipment they had.
"Finally, let's get back to Hell," Loona muttered before loudly growling at the bulldogs to scare them off her legs. "I'm taking a shower the first thing we get back."
"Yeah, well we might as well try doing the prince's homework for him," Blitzo muttered before the assassins all went off to find any information on Voldemort for Harry.
It was getting dark as Harry walked through the streets to get to the bus stop. As he did, he soon stopped by an empty playground to rest his feet. "This is going longer than I thought. Maybe it's because I never really went outside of London, so the book just sent me somewhere close enough? I should ask Stolas how to use it better," Harry said to himself.
Suddenly, a creaking sound was heard and Harry turned to see what the cause of it was. He saw that the swings were creaking in the wind along with the merry-go-round and a seesaw. The flickering of the street lamp above him was also adding to the creepy atmosphere of the playground, but Harry didn't mind it. Soon, a rustling noise caught the teenage wizard's attention and he looked across the street to see what it was. Stepping out from the bushes seemed to be a rather large black dog with shaggy fur, bearing its teeth. "Easy there, Baskerville. You don't want to pick a fight with me," Harry said as he started pulling out his wand and waving it, prompting the dog to start barking, startling Harry, and making him trip onto the ground.
Suddenly, a light shined from the side and Harry turned to see a purple-colored triple-decker bus pulling up toward him. As the bus slowed down, somebody stepped out onto the back end looking to be a conductor of sorts. As the vehicle stopped, the conductor began to read from a note card. "Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. My name is Stanley Shunpike and I will be your conductor for this evening," he read. Stanley looked to be in his early twenties with some zits on his face and looked like a dropout. "What are you doing down there?"
"Sitting, of course," Harry said before he circled the back of the bus, noticing that the black dog vanished. "Guess that dog ran off when the bus came around."
"Whatcha looking for," Stanley asked curiously.
"There was a dog that was on the other side of the street. Must have run off," Harry said.
"Well, don' be out here. Get on the bus. It's cold out here at night," Stan told him.
"What about my stuff," Harry said as he gestured to his belongings and pets.
"Don't worry. I'll get them. You get in," Stanley told him as he picked up the trunk first.
Stepping inside the bus, Harry was surprised at the interior. There were no seats, but half a dozen brass bedsteads instead, right next to curtained windows. Candles were burning in brackets beside each bed and illuminated the wood-paneled walls. A tiny wizard in a nightcap at the rear of the bus muttered, "Not now, thanks, I'm pickling some slugs" and rolled over in his sleep.
"Huh… magic never ceases to amaze me," Harry muttered as he sat on one of the occupied beds as Stan approached and gave him his ticket. "How much?"
"Eleven Sickles," Stan said. "An extra two can get ya some hot chocolate. And fifteen total gives you a hot water bottle and a toothbrush too. You choose the color."
"I think I'm good with just the ride to London. I need to get to the Leaky Cauldron," Harry said, paying the conductor a Galleon and getting his change while looking up at a chandelier set up in the bus.
"Alright, then," Stanley said as he tapped on the glass to the driver. "Take 'er away, Ern."
"Yeah, take it away, Ernie! It's gonna be a bumpy ride," a shrunken head on the rear-view mirror said in a Jamaican accent. The driver then woke up and quickly bit down on a sandwich before releasing the brake on the bus. The large transport rocketed off, sending the beds rolling around and shaking Harry like he was on one of the rollercoasters from LuLu World.
Stanley wasn't bothered by the shaking of all the turns the bus made, but looked at Harry. "What did you say your name was again," he asked the boy.
"I didn't give my name yet," the teen said. "I'm Harry. Harry Magne."
"You hear that, Ernie? We have a celebrity heading for the Leaky Cauldron in London," Stan told the driver.
"Ha, the Leaky Cauldron. If you have the pea soup, make sure to eat it before it eats you. Hahaha," the shrunken head joked as Ernie steered the bus sharply around corners and weaved through traffic.
"By the way, he's driving and no one is honking at us, the bus must be invisible to non-magical people," Sam hissed as he coiled around Harry's shoulders.
"Ernie! A little old lady at 12 o'clock," the shrunken head exclaimed, making the bus driver come to a complete stop when he pulled the brake lever, making Harry fly into the glass window protecting the driver's cabin.
"I've heard of stopping on a dime, but this is ridiculous," Harry muttered while his face was pressed against the glass. The Prince of Hell soon pried himself off the glass as the shrunken head began to count down how much longer the old woman needed to make it across the street with her walker.
"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, three and a half, two, one and three-quarters…YES!"
The bus rocketed itself through the streets once more as soon as the bus wasn't going to hit the woman. As Harry fell back onto the rolling beds, he saw the newspaper Stan was reading and focused on the front page, which showed the animated mugshot of a disheveled wizard as the title read 'Escaped from Azkaban'. "Who is that," Harry asked as he pointed to the picture on the paper. "That man."
"Who is that? Who is- that's Sirius Black that is. You never heard of Sirius Black?" Stan said as he let Harry get a better view of the front page. "He's a murderer. Got 'imself locked up in Azkaban for it."
"How did he escape then," Harry asked as he figured the prison was meant to be impossible to break out of.
"That's the question He's the first one that done it," Stanley told the Prince of Hell as he leaned in closer in a whisper. "I heard he was even a big supporter of You-Know-Who."
"Him, I've heard of," Harry dryly remarked as the Knight bus was now in London.
As the Knight Bus was speeding down the bridge, the shrunken head turned to the driver. "Ernie, we got two double-deckers on 12-o'clock," he advised. "They're getting closer, Ernie. They're right on top of us," the head shouted, but the bus driver slammed some pedals and pulled back on a lever to make it seem like the world slowed down around the vehicle. Pulling down a handle above him, Ernie made the Knight Bus start to pull in on itself. "Mind your head. Hey, guys. Why the long faces," the talking ornament laughed as the bus began to squeeze itself thinner to slip through the gap between the other buses. As it did, nobody inside the Knight Bus suffered any ill effects before it zoomed down the road and made its way toward the Leaky Cauldron. "Nearly there. Nearly there." The shrunken head said as Ernie made a sudden stop once more, making Harry fly off his seat and smack into the glass once more.
"Here we are," Stan said. "The Leaky Cauldron."
"Next stop, Knockturn Alley," the shrunken head announced.
Stepping onto the bus, Harry saw the familiar face of the innkeeper of the Leaky Cauldron, Tom. "Ah. Mr. Magne, we were expecting you."
"You were," Harry asked as he got off the bus with Tom helping with his luggage.
"Take it away, Ern," Stan said as the shrunken head repeated the gesture and the Knight Bus vanished out of view.
As Harry was led inside, Tom gestured for the boy to follow him to a room as he tasked an employee to bring Harry's belongings to Room 11. The Prince of Hell was led to another room where Harry was now in the presence of the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. "Harry, it is so good to finally meet you face to face."
"Minister," Harry greeted the politician. "I hope I didn't break a law without knowing it."
"Oh, nothing like that, dear boy. We wanted to make sure you were safe. After all, there is a killer on the loose," Fudge told the Prince of Hell with not a single worry whatsoever.
"You mean Sirius Black," Harry asked the man.
"How much do you know about Sirius Black," Fudge asked the teenage Morningstar.
"Just that he might be one of Voldemort's cronies. You think he'll come after me," Harry asked the older man. "What does he have to do with me?"
"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all. The important thing is that you are safe," Fudge told the Prince of Hell.
Harry didn't believe him as the minister wasn't telling him the truth but didn't want to push the subject for too long. "How many people did Black kill?"
"Thirteen Muggles with one curse," Fudge answered the boy. "Well, maybe fourteen now. I'm sorry about your Aunt Marge."
"I had an Aunt Marge," Harry asked as he didn't know of any relatives from his birth parents.
"Well yes, she was your mother's sister's husband's sister. Blew her up like a balloon and she popped like one," Fudge explained as Harry held in a laugh as Tom wailed like a donkey until the Minister of Magic gave the innkeeper a serious look to make him stop laughing. "The strange thing is that apparently no magic we know of was used. Anyway, I think that will be all Harry. Tom will show you to your room until you're ready for school and you may go to Diagon Alley anytime before nightfall. Don't want you wandering off."
With that small meeting finished, Harry got himself off the chair as Tom lead him to his room. The room was koozie as it had a king-size bed with a fine oak frame, a dresser, a chair, a desk, and a fireplace. "Here you are, Mister Magne. Call me or any of the workers if you need anything," Tom told the Prince of Hell and left to tend to the inn.
The Prince of Hell didn't bother taking off his glasses and jumped on the bed, staring at the ceiling. "Not what I expected, but I accomplished a lot," he told his snowy owl and his horned serpent. "Get some rest, you two. Tomorrow, we're going shopping with Ron and Hermione," he said as sleep was taking hold of him until he could only see darkness.
And this is where we are going to leave it. Harry went with his dates to the family theme park and got his wish to have more freedom, even if he now is being kept an eye on the staff of the Leaky Cauldron for protection. I want to thank WaterDragonMaverick once more for beta reading, corrections, and editing. Next time, Harry meets up with Ron and Hermione, gets some shopping done, and comes face to face with the Dementors. Until then please Review, no flames. Until then I will see you all in Hell!