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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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Warning! There are some mentions of religion in this chapter. It is not meant to be an insult to anyone, simply a necessary part of the story. I respect the beliefs of every single person, please do not think otherwise. Other than that; minimal foul language, mild gore

Welcome to Hell

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Chapter 2

Life in Hell

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Pain. That was all Harry could comprehend. Something was burning him up from the inside out like liquid fire running through his veins. There was no release to look forward to and the hopelessness ate at him with vengeance.

He saw Sirius, a mocking smile so unlike him in life curling his lips. He appeared to be taunting him, laughing at what Harry had become. His mother and father appeared as well and towering above them all was Dumbledore, sneering at him with scorn.

"Forgive me." Harry breathed, his words barely audible. The phantom forms laughed at him cruelly, pointing at him with skeleton fingers peeking out from under their grey robes.

"Murderer!" The word echoed in his skull, the volume amplifying until Harry thought he could take no more. "Sinner!"

"No!" Harry shouted at them, clutching his head, his nails racking bloody gashes along his cheeks and neck. "I had no choice!"

"Then why did you let this happen to us? If you had been quicker, if you had been smarter, if you were not even born we would not have had to suffer! Look what you have done to us! And now you have become like him. You are him!"

"No!" Unseen hands grabbed his wrists, wrenching them away from his blood streaked face. Harry fought them, scratching and tearing at the terrifying force restricting his movements with his teeth. "Let me go! Leave me alone! It was not my fault!"

But they did not disappear, however much Harry begged and pleaded with them. More and more long-lost faces appeared, their features all twisted with contempt. Harry's voice was raw from all the shouting and crying as he prayed for oblivion. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of suffering, a comforting cold breeze swept through his wrenched body. His heated skin cooled down, and the phantom figures flickered before his eyes. Harry never let his gaze leave their scalding stares and even as the vision grew fainter and fainter, the image of it stayed imprinted on his mind. As he gave in to the hovering darkness, he whispered the only thing he could.

"Forgive me."

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Harry blinked into the odd black eyes stupidly. The eyes blinked back. The face was so close, their foreheads nearly touched. A foul-smelling breath assaulted his senses, making Harry wrinkle his nose in disgust. Where was he? Oh yeah, he died. Then He woke up in Hell of all places, had a friendly chat with the man who sent him there in the first place and finally got attacked while he attempted to save said man's miserable hide. Harry groaned and shot up so suddenly, his head collided with the stranger's nose, making him yelp in pain. He slumped back onto the bed swearing and rubbing the soon to be lump he had undoubtedly just gained.

"Sorry." he muttered half heartedly. He peeked out from under his fingers, only to find himself face to face with the beast that had carried him off earlier. His heart sank and he pulled himself up stiffly, panic accelerating his pulse. Harry watched the creature rigidly, waiting for the blow to come. The diabolus merely sat there though, studying Harry as much as he studied him.

"Er, hello?" he greeted uncertainly. It was probably a downright dumb thing to do, but it never hurt to be polite, Harry reasoned. It probably did not even understand him anyway, but he figured appearing meek and unthreatening could not do him any harm.

"Hi." Harry's mouth dropped open at the answer. So it could speak. He wished he had been as diligent in his studies as Hermione had been; it probably would have spared him from fumbling around while he tried to figure out the abilities of a diabolus. It would have certainly contributed to help keep him alive. He watched the demon guardedly as it sat up a little straighter and he would have sworn it looked… guilty?

"You 'k? Did na mean ta hurt ya, just got angry when ya attacked me, is all. I was tryin' to save ya, ya know, imagine how surprised I was when ya came at me! Ya had tha' stick an' next thing I know ya were all upset an' ran an' the stick was in me eye! Tha' hurt!" It was pretty hard to understand what it was saying, given all the sharp teeth making the produced sounds come out like weird hisses, the long tongue mangling the words further and it was spoken in an accent that could have put Hagrid to shame. It took Harry a few moments to process the sentence before he could answer.

"But you were eating my companion! Of course I attacked you!" the demon cocked its head to the side.

"Companion? Where?"

"The one you had your fangs in!"

"Tha'? But I was only tyin' to save ya! It looked like some beasty was eatin' ya!" Harry could not deny the fact that Voldemort's appearance could be easily mistaken for a B-movie horror costume, but would the real thing living in Hell not recognize he was not one of their ranks?

"We have to go get him! He could die!" Even Harry thought it was odd for him to be so worried about the most evil and vile creature born in centuries. He did not feel like overanalyzing his reaction though.

"Calm yerself would ya? Stay here an' Toby will go get 'im fer ya. Hold tight and lie back down."

"Toby?"

"Tha's me! Tobias Gibbs. Ma an' Pa will look after ya till I'm gone, ya just rest. Be back in jiffy." and it launched itself out the window at the far end of the room. Harry stared at the empty space it had occupied absolutely bewildered, wondering if he was still delirious from the injury he got.

The room he occupied was nearly completely bare, save for the bed, a small nightstand and a chair that stood beside him. Even so, it did not appear empty; the space was not much bigger than the cupboard the Dursleys appointed as his living quarters during his childhood. The walls were not painted, neither was there any flooring to talk about; the house was probably a simple mud-hut with straw piled on top as a roof that Harry noticed when he glanced up. There was a doorway leading out to the rest of the house and all the dubious privacy was provided by a tattered white cloth hanging before the passage. If Harry did not know better, he would have bet the building was an abandoned haunt for long dead spirits. Although the statement was sort of fitting, as he thought on it with a shrug.

Harry jumped when his musings were interrupted by a soft cough that was meant to get his attention. He whipped his head back to the door, straining his neck a little with the sudden movement. He rubbed the sore spot, massaging it with gentle fingers while hissing at the pain in both the muscle and his injured shoulders.

"Hey hon, Tobbs told me to look in at you before he took off. That boy! Ungrateful twerp I tell you, ordering his poor mama around like that!" The voice belonged to a face eerily resembling that of Toby's. The female diabolus shuffled into the room and sat down beside Harry, patting his back sympathetically before noticing the hiss escaping his mouth at the pain.

"Oh my! I'm so sorry sweetie! I forgot you were injured! That Tobias, hurting a human like that! He should know better, really, it's not like you can heal as quickly as we do! Don't you worry dear; Bonny mama will give him what he's in for when he gets back! Oh, by the way, do you happen to know where the idiot went? He stormed away so fast, I didn't have the chance to ask." As unlikely as it sounded, the manner with which the demon spoke had an uncanny resemblance to that of Mrs. Weasley's.

"Er… I think he went to get my companion. He was also injured earlier. Toby mistook him for an attacker and… well, I hope he's okay." Harry finished lamely. He did not think it a good idea to tell the woman the gory details of her son chewing on Voldemort's hand. He did not want to upset her; who knew what she would do? She may even decide to turn Harry into an afternoon snack if he insulted her son too much.

"That Tobias! He's really in for it now! You heard that Hud? Our son went off and almost killed a human!" Harry heard an inarticulate grunt from somewhere behind the cloth. The demon, Bonny, clucked her tongue loudly with a frown marring her inhuman features. "But why would he do that? How could he mistake someone for a Hell creature? It's not like him."

Before Harry had the chance to explain exactly how it was possible, Toby soared through the window with a limp form hanging from his arms and saved him the effort. Bonny eyed the figure with interest.

"Oh, I see." She nodded at Harry. "Well, he will get all patched up after a few days here, but I can see where Tobbs thought he was a… what is he anyway?" Harry scratched his head thoughtfully.

"Dunno. He looks something like a giant Gnome, doesn't he?" Bonny hummed agreeably.

"Put him on the bed." Harry's heart leaped.

"Wait a sec!" As he scrambled and fought his way out from under the sheets to get away from the bed as fast as he could, the demon placed a hand on his chest to push him back down. "Let me up! Please miss, I'm okay."

"No you're not. Even here in Hell it takes a few hours to recover from such extensive wounds. You should stay put."

"But-"

"No buts!" She told him sternly. "You lie back down or I'll drug you to sleep. You have no business moving around yet."

This was very-very bad. It was one thing for Harry to reluctantly save the snake's life, but it became another matter entirely when he was expected to lie in the same damn bed with him. Goosebumps appeared all over his body just thinking about it. He nodded tightly to Bonny nonetheless, not wanting to upset her by refusing her goodwill and risking her ire. He scooted as close to the edge of the mattress as it was physically possible and he grimaced as Voldemort was placed down beside him and he saw the mangled shoulder. He did not blame his hosts of course. It would have been rude to request another bed for himself, seeing as the one he was currently in already appeared to be in Toby's use. The small hut did not strike him as the richest of homes.

"I wonder how he became like that. Was he a wizard?" Harry inclined his head.

"Yeah. He used some rituals to prolong his life and split his soul apart."

"Oh. I see. That will probably take quite some time to recover from, even here. I suppose all of the pieces were already sent here? Otherwise he wouldn't be here."She answered her own question. Harry thought it wise not to mention he was probably one of those pieces himself. He did not fully understand what had happened during the battle, but he was not optimistic enough to think everything would be over so easily with the connection he and Voldemort still shared and all. "They will get reabsorbed by him gradually, although I have never seen something like this before. He must have been a right bastard in life."

"Yeah, he was." The understatement of the century. "We're in Hell after all." Bonny snorted.

"That doesn't mean much. Almost everyone is sent to Hell after death. Only one in about a million gets to go to Heaven, and they are all stuck up snobs in my experience. They come down here once in a while to gloat, the nasty sods." Harry's stomach constricted at the words.

"So it's not only the evil ones who come here?" he asked hopefully.

"Of course not. What did you think afterlife was? Don't tell me you believed all that talk about heavenly punishment and all!"

"Ma' really hates tha shiny ones." Toby mock-whispered conspiratorially. "No tha I like 'em any betta' tho."

"So Heaven's like the Beverly Hills of Dead-land? Exactly what is this place then?"

"Belervy Hees? Wha's that?" Harry waved his hand, indicating it did not matter.

"Never mind. Can you tell me how this place works?" Toby shrugged and glanced at his mother. Harry turned to her expectantly.

"Afterlife is like a second chance you get. After you die, you end up in either Hell or, although unlikely, in Heaven. Anything that may have happened in your life slowly heals, giving you a new future to look forward to. For example, if you were raving mad before for some reason, you are given a healthy mind and it is your choice what to become."

"So what about my injuries? Can I die again if I'm not careful?" Bonny nodded.

"That is correct. But if you are killed here, there is no turning back. You will simply cease to exist. But don't let that bother you too much dear; it's not easy to die here. Unless someone intentionally hurts you enough, you will continue to live as long as you please."

"And where are all the people? I haven't seen anyone else besides you since I woke up, just sand. And you're not really human." Bonny frowned again.

"This is the outer ring, the cities are further in. I have no idea why you landed here; the newbies are usually sent straight to the capital."

"Capital? They are cities here?" Harry asked, barely able to mask his rising excitement. Things were not as bad as he originally thought. Voldemort had to have known; that was why he was so determined to get his magic back. Hell was not the end. Harry was a little fearful of the man's plans, but he did his best to push those thoughts aside. He would have to ask Voldemort about his intentions; did he want to get back to real life? Or was he planning to do something here in Hell? He wisely kept quiet about it in front of Toby and Mrs. Bonny. Perhaps after he got to know them better, he could ask about the sealed magic, but he did not want to risk it yet. Who knew how they would react? Was everyone else's magic blocked too? Was it only them? Harry decided to file that way for later contemplation.

"O' course there are! Afte' ya an' yer mate get betta I'll take ya there. Ya will luv it! Everyone goes all "ooh" an "aah" when they first see it!"

"Thanks Toby!" Harry grinned at the diabolus. Events were progressing rather positively. He had thought he would surely be killed by the creature after he stupidly attacked it. Harry supposed he could have spared himself a lot of trouble if he bothered to learn the attributions of a diabolus in Magical races lessons that was a side-curriculum to History of magic, but Binns made it pretty hard for him to get interested in anything he taught.

"You should rest now darling. Toby will sleep on the couch, and if you need anything, tell me at once. I'll bring you some food soon and there is some water on the nightstand."

"Thank you Mrs. Bonny."

"None of that, honey! Call me Bonny. What's your name?"

"I'm Harry. And this is… this is Tom." Harry did not know if Voldemort's name meant anything here, but he was not going to risk it.

"All right, Harry and Tom it is. Try to sleep until I prepare dinner. I already cooled your fever, but it could come back any time, so no moving around!" Harry gulped. He remembered the all-consuming pain and burning even through his hazy recollection of his dreams; he would behave if it meant he could avoid that. Even if it was the freaking Dark Lord sharing his bed. At least he was out cold and did not seem like he would be waking any time soon. A good chunk of his shoulder was missing and the healing process was not that fast. It was noticeable, but not when he kept staring at it constantly; much like a flower bud slowly opening its petals. If Harry looked away and glanced back later, he was able to see some change.

Toby grinned at him, revealing his lethal teeth once more. It took Harry all his precarious control not to flinch at the sight. The diabolus did not seem to notice, as it waved and ducked out under the cloth smiling all the while. Bonny followed her son, humming a tune Harry did not recognize. When he was finally alone, he heaved a huge sigh. He had much to think about.

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TBC

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A/N

Next chapter will have some more action, but this really was necessary. Hope it was still somewhat readable.

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