I want to apologize. Real life got in the way of writing. Before I knew it, a full month had passed since I updated this story. So I wrote a small chapter to fill in Harry and Charlie's arrival in London before the main story took place. Just a little fluff piece.

It took Harry and Charlie nearly two hours by bus to reach London. And by the time they reached the station, Harry was either ready to return to Hell or massacre everyone on the bus.

The seats were damaged so badly that stuffing was poking through holes and springs were either uneven or prodding him in the butt. His mom was pressed so close to him that she was almost sitting on him. There was barely any room to move his legs due to the seats in front of him. Harry could almost feel the people behind him breathing on his neck.

But that didn't compare to the people. Babies crying, children screaming, teens arguing and adults constantly trying to talk over the first three. The bus was practically a sardine can of unwashed bodies, cigarettes, an unflushed toilet in the back of bus, and someone needed a diaper change.

Harry didn't know if was a baby or an adult whom needed the change.

"I can't take much more of this," Harry grumbled.

"We're almost there," Charlie assured him. Indeed, the country scenery had changed to city buildings and a nice view of the Thames. "Just hang in there."

"You can't be enjoying this, mom," said Harry.

Charlie just smiled. "It's a new experience. What's not to enjoy?"

Harry just sighed. His mom just had to see the bright side of everything.

The view changed as the got closer. Now Harry got to see London Bridge and Big Ben. Octavia had helped Harry identify major landmarks in London to familiarize himself with his surroundings. He also promised to visit some landmarks to tell Octavia about them later.

"Hey. We're here," Charlie said as she pointed to the bus terminal.

"Finally," Harry said in relief. He stood up and pulled his travel bag from the rack above.

It took them nearly ten minutes to park, unload the luggage from underneath the bus, and hand their tickets in. When Harry finally exited the building, he felt he could finally breath freely after being trapped for a couple of hours. However, instead of the fresh air he smelt in the country, the air was polluted with smoke, sewage, trash, and more smoke.

"Mom, you have to admit, this place isn't much different than Hell," said Harry.

"Not quite. Hell doesn't have the beautiful river or the blue sky with clouds," said Charlie as she put a hand on his shoulder. "I've waited for years to see the surface world. And I am not disappointed at all."

"Fine," Harry sighed. "I'll try to look at this experience with the sunny disposition you do."

"That's the spirit," said Charlie. She reached down and grabbed her luggage. "Now, let's go find a place to stay for the night."

The two got a taxi and asked to be taken to a motel. Harry tried not to complain about how the taxi was no different the bus with its' damaged seats and unpleasant smell coming from the floor and the taxi driver.

To distract himself, Harry watched the people through the window. It was weird to see Sinners in their human form. No extra eyes, limbs, or other accessories that made them unique. Skin colors ranged from white, brown or black. Hair color only seemed to be blonde or brown with the occasional redhead. Eye color seemed to be either blue or brown. Harry hadn't seen any green eyes like him or his mother.

The only thing that made humans distinguishable was their clothing. In all honesty, it wasn't much different than what people wore in Hell. Although, there were less people wearing leather.

"Here we are," grumbled the taxi driver. "One of the cheapest places in town. Hope you know what you're doing staying here with your boy. This place isn't the safest." He then grinned perversely at Charlie. "Especially for one as pretty as you."

Harry was about give this jerk a beating before his mom grabbed his hand to stop him. "I think we'll be okay." She handed him some pounds to pay for the fare and got out.

Harry snarled at the driver before getting out as well. He went to the trunk and grabbed their luggage.
"Sweetie, you can't beat up everyone who makes you angry," said Charlie.

"Oh, I wasn't going to beat him up. I was just going to remove his leering eyeballs," Harry growled.

"That is the kind of attitude that can send an individual to Hell," said Charlie. "Remember, I'm here to save Sinners like that man from eternal damnation."

"Men like that aren't worth it," Harry thought. He swung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed his mom's bags. "Let's get a room."

They got a room key an old lady who looked like she was on death's door. As they made their way to their room, Harry realized that the cab driver was right. This motel didn't not look safe. Trash littered the parking lot that was in a desperate need to be repaved. The outdoor walls needed to be repainted and a few windows needed to be replaced. There were also some shady individuals hanging in the parking lot who were leering at his mom. A woman who was wearing halter top and a miniskirt was smoking a cigarette and waiting by a curb. A couple of homeless individuals were also loitering.

"Mom, this place isn't safe," Harry tried to reason.

"No. But I think it's the best place to start with understanding why humans make bad choices."

"'Ello there, love," said a homeless man they passed. He grinned, showing missing, yellow teeth. "I'll pay you a pound if you show me your tits."

"I'm killing him," Harry said simply.

"Harry, no." Charlie gripped the back of his shirt and dragged him along to their room.

They stopped at room 13 and opened the door. A nauseous wave of cigarettes and stale water wafted under his nose, making him rub it with irritation. The room was small, but that was mostly due to the two full-size beds taking up the room. Next the door was a large window with smoke-yellow curtains. Underneath it was the heater/AC. A long, scratched up dresser had a box television with knobs to change channels. A large, slightly cracked mirror hung over the dresser. There was a small refrigerator set next to the dresser, droning with a slight noise. A door with the light still on led to a small bathroom. Harry looked inside and tried not to gag. The sink, toilet and shower wall looked like they hadn't been replaced in decades. Worn discoloration surrounded the drains and toilet bowl.

Harry groaned and turned off the light.

"What is it?" said Charlie. Her bag was on the bed closest to the door and she was already unpacking.

"Screw this. I'm going back to Hell."

"Harry," sighed an exasperated Charlie.

"Look in that bathroom and tell me you will sit on that diseased toilet seat to take a piddle. I hope Grandpa infused that body of yours to fight those infections."

"Harry," Charlie snapped as she walked to him and gripped his cheeks with her hands. "Everything is going to be okay. It's a big adjustment, I know. But remember why we're here. I wanted to understand humans and you wanted to take charge of your own destiny."

"Shrew drestanie" Harry said through squished cheeks.

"You don't mean that," said Charlie. Then she pouted and her bottom lip quivered. "You mean to leave your poor mother all alone in the big, bad city?"

Harry looked in her new, green eyes and sighed. "Off course not."

"Wonderful," Charlie cheered as the pouty look disappeared. She patted both his shoulders. "Now, unpack your bag and well go get some lunch. After that, I can begin to look for a job to support ourselves."

"Fine," Harry sighed.

"And if you'll pardon me, I need to take my first piddle." Charlie walked past him to the bathroom and shut the door. When he saw the light click on underneath the door, he heard his mother through the door.

"Oh, dear," he heard her mumble.

"Told her," he said as he turned to his bed. There, Salem hopped out of the shadows from underneath the dresser and landed on his bed. A moment later, she transformed.

"Like I said, momma's boy," she grinned.

"Quiet you," Harry ordered.

Salem laid on the bed, but then lifter her hand off the covers and grimaced. "Oh, Satan's ballsack, what the hell is on this bed?"

"I don't see anything," said Harry.

"I can smell it," groaned Salem. "I think a dog peed on the bedspread."

Harry growled and closed his eyes. "You're doing this for mom, you're doing this for mom," he chanted to himself.

"Nope. Human pee," said Salem.

Charlie and Harry found a cheap restaurant nearby to eat lunch. The food made Harry once again wish to return to Hell and to Letzi's fabulous cooking. The sandwiches they had were on stale bread and the soup was so thin he could see the bottom of the bowl. Charlie was thrilled, however, because she now had to eat for sustenance instead of pleasure. She kept telling Harry how wonderful the lunch was. Too bad she didn't notice the weird looks she was getting from the other patrons. Even the cook.

After lunch the went for a walk down the street to familiarize themselves with the city. Charlie picked up a folded, city map at a petrol station to help her learn the names of the London streets. She also picked up some newspapers for her to look up wanted ads. She planned to visit the job recruitment center tomorrow find one, but it would help to explore all options.

To be honest, she wasn't hopeful in finding a job that would lead to a career. She only had a basic education earned from private tutors and the four years at the University of Hell (Go Minions!), which to be honest, she didn't learn much. Their school motto was 'It's Hell. What more could you learn?'. Her only real talents were singing and dancing.

They returned to their hotel room later that afternoon. There were able to find a grocer, where they bought enough items to fit into their small refrigerator, and also bought more basic necessities they didn't pack, like more toilet paper and toothpaste.

And three cans of disinfectant to spray on the bedsheets.

"What do you know? There's nothing on tv in the human world either," said Harry. He was in front of the antique box, slowly turning the knobs to find a channel on the snowy screen. "And anything that isn't a pixelated mess is only the news."

"Then turn it off," suggested Charlie. She was hanging up her business suit to straighten out the wrinkles. It was just like the one she wore in Hell, but had a skirt instead of pants. On the floor was a pair of heels to fit her now human feet.

Speaking of human feet, her new ones were sore after all that walking earlier. She sat on her bed, pulled off her shoes, and started to massage them. She grinned when she rubbed her individual toes, marveling at the change from hooves.

Harry turned off the tv and sat at the foot of her bed. He patted his lap. "Here."

Charlie smiled as she placed her feet on Harry's lap and he began to rub them. "Aww. I have such a noble son."

"Don't you forget it," Harry smirked. "You're not going to make paint your new nails like I did your hooves, are you?"

"Not tonight," she grinned. A moment later, Salem hopped on her bed and curled into her lap. Charlie stroked the devil cat's fur, causing the demon to purr loudly.

There was a slight whooshing sound, like wind blowing, and a voice came from the mirror on the bedside table.

"Harry? Are you there?" said a female voice.

Charlie reached over and picked up the mirror. It was not her reflection looking back, but Princess Octavia.

"Hello, Octavia," said a cheerful Charlie.

"Oh, hello Princess Charlotte," Octavia answered. "Is Harry there?"

"Right now, he's my own personal masseur," Charlie said as she flipped the mirror to show Harry rubbing his mom's feet.

"That's so sweet," Octavia cooed.

"I know, right?" Charlie cooed back.

"Would you both quit it?" Harry growled back.

"Harry, when you get back can you brush my hair?" Octavia asked sweetly.

"No."

"Don't mind him," Charlie said as she flipped the mirror back to her. "Harry's just been in a grumpy mood all day."

"You would be too if perverts were leering at your mother all day," Harry argued. "I counted 24 idiots that were about-"

"Anyway," Charlie interrupted, turning the mirror back to her. "How's everybody back in Hell?"

"Well, mom doesn't care that her daughter's best friend is going to be gone for nearly a year." Charlie noticed Harry flinch at that comment. "And dad's been trying to cheer up both me and himself. His favorite student is going away to a magic school and he's trying not to be jealous about it."

Harry sighed. "Why does he want to attend a human magic school? Besides grandpa, the Kings of Sin, and his own father, Stolas is one of most powerful demons in Hell."

"I think it's the novelty of it," said Octavia. "Attending a school to learn different types of magic with students his own age."

Harry winced. "Right. Your dad didn't have any friends growing up."

"He had one, but he doesn't talk about him much," said Octavia.

Charlie frowned at the thought. She had several friends growing up, even being royalty. But growing up with only one friend was making her stomach churn.

"And what about my dad?" asked Charlie.

"Well, we stayed behind for a few hours after dad took you and Harry to the human world. He was sad, but he wasn't about to run to his office and start making rubber ducks again."

"Good," said Charlie. She didn't want to see her dad descend back into bad habits he once had. Returning home and adopting Harry brought him back to the light, putting a smile back on his face. Her stomach churned again at the thought.

And then it churned again.

"Mom, are you okay?" asked Harry.

"I think so. I'm just feeling-" she stopped when her stomach let out a loud gurgle.

"What was that?" asked Harry.

"I heard it, too," said Octavia from the mirror.

"It's nothing. Just my body adjusting to eating."

Another grumble. Then more. And then…

FRAAP!

Charlie froze in horror at the sound that just echoed from her body. She felt the heat rose to her cheeks in embarrassment. She saw Harry's eyebrows raise.

"Umm, Mom? Did you just fart?"

"That was a fart?" Octavia asked from the mirror.

"It wasn't!" Charlie pulled her leg back from Harry's lap and stood from the bed. She dropped the mirror on the bed. "That was just my stomach grumbling. We haven't had dinner yet and I'm just hungry."

GUURRRRUUURR!

"Mom, that's not an 'I'm hungry' grumble. That's more of a-"

GUURRRRUUURR! This time, Charlie felt in a spot lower than her stomach.

"Oh, dear." She hurried to the bathroom and shut the door. A moment later, Harry heard the sink faucet and bathtub nozzle turn on.

"What was that?" Octavia said from the bed.

Harry picked up the mirror and stared at his friend. "I think mom just now realized how unwonderful lunch really was."

Short chapter, I know. But Harry's letter will arrive in the next chapter. I promise.