Prompt: Hell

She turned to look at Tom. They'd been partners on this Earth for Millennia.

"Are you sure that you want to do this?" She asked.

"This is our world. I won't have them committing an apocalypse simply because they're bored and ready to move to a new sandbox. Plus, you have all your," he paused here to wave a hand dismissively. "Pieces of paper that give you the right to do things. It would be a shame for you to lose those rights."

"They're called licenses. I have licenses to do things." Hermione said exasperatedly.

"Yes, those. Now grab my hand and swap." Tom held out his hand for her.

Hermione did so and wiggled her way into his body as he did the same to hers. It had been some time since she'd been a man. But she stepped to the right and began the descent walking as though she was Tom Riddle.

She knew that to her left Tom did the same as he began his ascent in a facsimile of her body.

She wished him luck as he went to deal with Dumbledore. Shaking out her nerves, she played the role of Tom Riddle on her way to hell.

She knew him like the back of her hand. She walked like him, she sniffed and rubbed a hand under her nose like him, and she kept her sunglasses perched on her - err his - nose.

"Tom! They're angry at you, there's even rumors that they've pulled out the holy water." Dolohov insisted, walking next to Hermione.

"I'm not worried. Do they think that I'll just fall in line with some petty threats? Please." Hermione responded. Her tone was dismissive in a cadence her normal voice would never.

"No, it's serious. Gellert was pulled for this." Dolohov whispered.

"Ah! Tom, you've arrived." Gellert said, turning towards the door as she stepped in.

"Eeep," Dolohov let out and then turned tail and fled.

Tom stepped lightly in an approximation of the way Hermione would. She was always more careful than him. Where he would stride confidently ahead, she always stopped to allow others to pass.

And for now, he would do the same as he walked in her steps up the chain. While Hermione wouldn't have looked around, he surreptitiously took it all in. Clearly, the upstairs hadn't changed much since he'd fallen.

"Hermione! So good to see you. I assume you've rid yourself of that friend and are ready to embrace and help move forward the apocalypse." Albus Dumbledore said.

Straightening his spine the way Hermione always had right before getting all righteous, Tom leaned into Hermione's vocabulary. "Albus, don't you think we're being a little harsh? What have the mortals ever done but survive? We shouldn't punish them for that right?"

He would never have been so timid. Especially to Dumbledore who practically threw him out of heaven at the end of his time there.

"Now see here Hermione, it's not about what they deserve. It's just that it's time for us to move on. This experiment is over with." Dumbledore said.

"I can't accept that," Tom said, shaking his head full of Hermione's curls as if he was disappointed in Dumbledore. And my, how the tables have turned.

"I'm sorry to hear that Tom. I'm afraid there's no choice but the holy water." Gellert said after Hermione's (or as she appeared Tom's) refusal.

Hermione stepped forward comfortably and climbed into the bathtub of holy water.

"You wouldn't happen to have a rubber ducky, would you?" She asked with Tom's signature lack of care.

"Hermione, I'm sorry. You've left us no choice but the hellfire." Albus said.

"Are you sure? Because I believe in what's right? I can't believe that you would do something so backward." Tom fought as though he didn't want to deal with it.

Albus nodded and two angels stepped forward to force him onto the fire grate.

"I'm sorry it's come to this." Albus nodded and the angels stepped back and the hellfire rained down on him.

Tom stood unaffected.

The demons recoiled in horror and Hermione just smirked.

The angels gasped in surprise and Tom smiled at them.

The End