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Welcome to Hell	By : temptedtorock Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2498 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Welcome to hell

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Chapter 1

Waking in Hell

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Harry awoke to the nagging feeling that he managed to seriously fuck up this time. He could recall the fight and Voldemort's demise, but before the feeling of triumph could take over, he remembered one other tiny problem; he was also quite dead.

He groaned as the events replayed in his mind. And if the disappointment he was experiencing was not enough, his head hurt so badly, he could hardly concentrate on anything else but the searing pain in his forehead. Why was it hurting anyway? Was death not supposed to be the end of it? 'This is so unfair' he grumbled to himself.

He slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position, taking a look around his surroundings. It appeared he was in some kind of a desert; there was nothing but sand as long as his eyes could see in every direction.

"Freaking great." he muttered in a barely audible tone. Was this what afterlife was supposed to look like? This barren place? He had been content in the knowledge he could join his parents and Sirius after departing from the living world, but it seemed that was not quite the case. How was he supposed to find them here? He stifled the waves of crushing sorrow that threatened to overwhelm him at the thought of never seeing them again. He could not afford to break down before he found out where he was exactly and why he was there.

"Potter?" came an all too familiar voice from his left. He had not noticed the figure half-buried by the sand before, mistaking him for an odd-shaped dune. As the man lifted himself from the ground, their eyes met.

"No!" Harry shouted. He pulled out his wand, as the other mirrored his movements, and they yelled at same time.

"Stupefy!"

"Avada Kedavra!"

Then they waited. And waited some more. Nothing happened.

"Wha…?" Harry tried again. "Expelliarmus!" still nothing.

The two stared at each other, perfectly dumbstruck. The expression on the face of Voldemort, of all people, sent Harry doubling over in a hysteric fit of giggles. He simply could not help it; he could not have stopped if his life depended on it – which thought set him off even more. Tears streamed down his face from the intensity of the episode, and he did not even know why he was laughing; because of sadness or the sheer irony of the situation.

Voldemort kept on staring at him and he was so still, Harry thought the shock must have petrified him. See, no magic was even needed to do the trick. Harry grinned to himself. This was the power-hungry Dark Lord after all, the very one that prided himself most in the fact that his magic was superior to anyone and everyone. He did his best not to think about his own powers however; that would have been too much to handle. Harry felt the aching emptiness inside him, where the most basic part of him used to reside. But it was gone now; there was not an ounce of magic left inside him either.

"What do you suppose this place is?" Harry asked Voldemort with faked casualness. The Dark Lord – ex, actually, Harry thought wryly – looked at him a little strangely, but answered eventually.

"Hell."

"Ha. Ha. Very funny." Harry scoffed.

"This is the outer ring of Hell." he said, more empathetically. Harry blinked at him.

"You're serious." an edge of panic laced through his voice. "How would you know?" He tried and failed to mask his rising unease by feigning indignant disbelief. This was so bad.

"I had an army of Necromancers at my back-and-call. How do you suppose I'd know?" So the Dark Lord had a sarcastic streak. Harry rolled his eyes. Perhaps it was strange, but he could not find it in himself to be scared of the man after the initial fright. It was true he had no powers, with which he would have no doubt gutted Harry by now, had it been at his disposal, but this was still the monster that murdered thousands of people, including, he reminded himself, his parents as well. But he undeniably felt a strange connection to him, now that they were literally going through Hell together, that he could not help.

Besides, what was the point anymore? He was already dead; it could not get too much worse than this. Harry had a sense of unreality, disconnection, as if he were not able to muster up enough willpower to care about anything. He realized it must have been at least partially caused by shock, but the resigned indifference that lurked beneath his subconscious, numbing his mind would have been there nontheless.

"I understand why you would go to Hell, but what about me? I'm not the evil, snake-faced, egoistic, eccentric and sadistic mass murderer; that's entirely your cup of tea." Voldemort glowered at him while he got to his feet.

"Who do you think killed me?" the ex-Lord asked while taking slow menacing steps toward him.

"That's beside the point!"

"Hypocrite! Do you think that just because of your misguided sense of justice, your act would become any less than a murder? You are no better than me!"

"Liar! I did it for the whole wizarding world! I saved them!" Voldemort snorted derisively while Harry seethed.

"Have you really convinced yourself with such an absurdity? Are you trying to make me believe your main motivating force was not revenge and self-preservation? "

As Voldemort got closer and closer, Harry's scar began to burn with such intensity, he fell to his knees while clutching his forehead as a desperate attempt to dull the pain. The man stopped in his tracks when he noticed the reason for the display and suddenly donned an expression of deep contemplation.

"Does it still burn when I experience displeasure?" He asked. Harry decided it had to be a rhetorical question, seeing as the answer was quite obvious in his opinion, but he answered anyway.

"Yeah." The ex-Lord's eyes were glinting with some emotion Harry was not sure he wanted to put a name to. He gulped as a satisfied smirk replaced the dark look he had been on the receiving end of; it was an unnerving sight to witness the grotesque face with something so close to a human expression. Voldemort continued moving toward him, and Harry's brain finally started shooting off danger signals into his numbed system. He jumped up from the ground and took a few steps back.

"Hey! Stop it, okay? I'm sure we can talk this out, hm? It's not as if the Prophecy is in effect anymore!" he protested when his words met deaf ears. "We did kill each other off, if you recall. I'd wager that is considered as a fulfillment with high scores, don't you think? Besides, it's not as if it would do us any good to jump the other's throat; we are kind of dead already." the last was more of a consolation and reassurance to himself, than a bargaining chip with Voldemort. The man smirked at him.

"Oh, my dear child, why would I ever harm you? You're my precious companion, how could I bear to hurt you?" Events were progressing in such a bizarre direction; Harry even forgot to scoot further away as the distance between them decreased. His first coherent thought was to question whether he has gone irrecoverably insane. Perhaps he was under a Cruciatus for too long, he just could not remember it? That tone… cold sweat appeared on his forehead. He never again wanted to hear Voldemort talking sweetly; it was too gross for words.

"Stay away! Hey! I said st-" As the man got close enough to reach Harry, he turned to run, but it was too late. He was grabbed from behind; one of his arms were jerked backwards and bent into a painful angle, and long fingers fisted in his hair, pulling it back and exposing his neck. Harry snarled and trashed to get away, but it was no use. Voldemort certainly possessed superior physical strength compared to his skinny, malnourished seventeen year old self. He struggled as best as he could, but he was only causing himself unnecessary pain, so he stopped abruptly after realizing it. He felt Voldemort's breath behind his ear as he bent closer to hiss at him.

"You are coming with me. It looks like our magic is not as dead as it appears." Harry gave a confused grunt. Voldemort apparently decided to indulge him. "If your scar continued to react to me, it means we still share a connection. And how would a telepathic bond be possible without magic?" Harry shook his head - as much as he was able, anyway. "Very good. It's not possible at all. It means we still have it, it's just locked away from our access." he concluded with a satisfied sigh. His explanation made sense to Harry, but it did not tell him why he was now pinned to the man's chest in a death grip.

"So?" Harry gritted out between clenched teeth.

"That, my dear Harry, means you are going to help me. I'm getting my powers back, and you will assist me. I need your… advice, as to when the magic is present at its strongest. Sadly, I cannot seem to feel you the same way as you can feel me, so I will have to keep you close." Harry growled at him. How dare the bastard do this to him after all the trouble he has already caused? They were already dead for Christ's sakes! Did he never have enough? What would he even accomplish by becoming powerful again? It was not like it would do them any good in death… right?

As Harry contemplated this, he heard a rustling sound coming from behind them. It reminded him of the noise a heavy object made while it was dragged on the ground. Curiosity made him tilt his head a little sideways; Voldemort was deep in thought and was staring ahead with a glassy look and as Harry glanced over his shoulder he spotted the source of the disturbance. The blood drained from his adrenalin-flushed cheeks, leaving him as white as a sheet.

"Voldemort?" No answer. "Voldemort!" he tried more insistently this time. His urgent tone must have caught his attention, because he focused his gaze on Harry.

"What?" He asked irritably.

"Behind you! I said behind you! Watch ou-"

A large fist connected with the man's head, and his grip on Harry loosened at once. Voldemort crumpled like a discarded puppet, hitting the ground with a dull thud. Harry moved as far away as he could as fast as he was able, whirling around to face his opponent as soon as he was out of its direct reach.

He had a vague recollection from one of his old textbooks about what this creature might be. It had to be a demon, a diabolus if he were to stick to the traditional term. It was hideous, but more than that, it was happily chomping on Voldemort's shoulder as Harry watched with mounting horror. The diabolus had sharp teeth like a shark's, and though it distantly resembled a human, it had a tail trailing behind it and ears like a house elf. It was nearly naked except for the small piece of cloth covering its genitals and leathery skin stretched all across its body. Two, as comical as that may sound, fragile-looking wings adorned its back and were folded close to its body neatly. If the bulge behind the cloth it wore was any indicator, it was probably a male, although one could never know with magical creatures. Harry learned that lesson well enough when he accidentally mistook a female dwarf for a male and almost got castrated for it.

Harry stood stock still for a few moments before he finally made up his mind. As much as he hated his old nemesis, he could not watch him end up as food supply for that oversized bat.

He looked around frantically, searching for anything he could use as a weapon. There was nothing there however; they were in the middle of a desert after all. Harry patted his pockets to check if he had something useful stashed in them, but he only came up with his wand. His now completely useless wand, he recalled with a start. He grabbed it as if it were a dagger, and against his better judgment, charged ahead toward the dining diabolus.

The creature did not even bother looking up, and Harry aimed the wand to sink it right into the left eye. It howled in pain as the wood pierced it with such a high-pitched voice, Harry had to cover his ears. The demon threw itself backward, all the while clutching the injured eye. It quickly pulled the offending object out with a stomach churning squish. As soon as the wand was out, it threw it away with enough force for it to snap in the air from the mere speed it flew with. Harry vinced, but was already resigned to the fact that it would not have been of much use here in Hell anyway.

Harry stepped back as the diabolus turned its beady black gaze on him. 'Now look where your damn heroics have gotten you!' he berated himself angrily. 'But it's not as if I could have just left him here!' he shot back at the nagging voice. That would have been a sound argument if it had been anyone else but Voldemort that was attacked. Harry shrugged; the man now owed him a life debt and he would be sure to call it in later on. That is to say, if the ex-Lord managed to stay alive that long at all, not to mention Harry himself was in quite a fix. And now that he thought about it; why the heck were they even getting injured and were on the verge of dying when they were already supposed to be dead?

Before he could get any further with his musings, the creature launched itself after him, and he barely managed to dance away in time; sharp claws slashed the air where his head had been not a moment ago. As much as Harry hated to admit it, there was not much more he could have done at that point but run. So run he did.

The chase did not last nearly as long as he imagined; the demon was a lot quicker than it looked, and caught up with Harry in less than a minute. As the sharp claws sank into his shoulders, he screamed. It was pure agony. As soon as it had a good hold of him, they took off flying into the air. Harry screamed again; all his weight now hung on the pierced flesh and it felt like he would tear apart at any moment. As blackness slowly overtook his sight, Harry welcomed the blissful state of unconsciousness with open arms. Sinking further into the void, he had a moment to question any deities that might actually listen; why did he deserve this? No one answered.

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TBC

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A/N

Yes-yes, I started another story, but I just couldn't stand not to write it! The idea gripped me and kept nagging like the devil on my shoulder until I finally relented and began spilling it out. *nods nods*

I suppose updates will be a little further apart from now on, but I promise to work hard! XD

As always, reviews will be very much appreciated!
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