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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 3

Magic in Hell

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Harry shot up from under the covers panting and sweating heavily. The nightmares he experienced before assaulted him with a vengeance, the familiar and dear faces all turning accusing and hateful eyes on him. It took him a few moments to orient himself and remember where he was; Hell. More precisely in Hell lying in the same bed as the bloody ex-Dark Lord. How weird was that?

He glanced sideways quickly and was relieved to see the man had not yet woken up. The shoulder that had been so badly injured looked as good as new – better, actually. The chunk that had ended up in Toby's stomach now seemed positively pink, instead of the sickly white skin that had been there before. It did appear rather odd; much like a huge injection scar in reverse. Harry was pretty sure this was not what the regular healing process that Bonny talked about was supposed to look like – should it not have been more even? Obviously the piece of flesh that grew back was almost human compared to the rest, so why wasn't his whole body healing? Maybe injuries sped up the process? He would have to ask.

As Harry was absorbed in his study of this peculiar occurrence, he almost failed to notice the nearly undetectable hitch of breath and the slight tensing of the muscles currently under his studious scrutiny. As it was though, he did, and he slowly lifted his gaze to Voldemort's face.

"Hi." He said blankly, lifting his hand in a rigid wave. Crimson eyes blinked at him in confusion and Harry could feel grudging pity welling up inside himself. The poor man would have probably been better off in his own undoubtedly horrifying nightmares than waking up beside Harry Potter. It was instantly squashed however, when Voldemort's expression morphed into pure fury.

"Hey, don't look at me like that!" Harry told him in an effort to calm the man down enough so he would not strangle him, as all signs were pointing to. "We were brought here by Toby after we were injured! You could have died you know!" It did not seem smart to mention that Toby was the original cause of the situation right then. It would have pretty much defeated the purpose.

Voldemort's hand shot out toward Harry and he grabbed the boy's wrist in a grip that should not have been humanly possible. Not that that really applied to the man, but still; his shoulder was missing only a few hours prior! Harry gave an uncharacteristic squeak at the sudden contact and jumped off the bed, landing in a graceless heap on the floor. It did not help much though; his wrist was still clutched just as tightly as before.

"We are leaving."

"Wait a minute! Where? Why?" Harry sputtered as Voldemort slowly sank his feet to the ground and stood up beside Harry. The man glanced at his captive with disdain, not bothering to grace his questions with an answer.

"Stop! I said STOP!" Harry wrenched his hand free at last after some struggle, glaring up at the older man. "I just saved your sorry ass from becoming a chew toy for Hell boy, so what the heck is your problem? Besides, you're still supposed to be recovering! Not that I'm overly concerned over your continued wellbeing, mind you, but I don't think it's the best idea to move around so fast after receiving a nasty injury!" Voldemort watched him with a frown for a heartbeat before his expression cleared.

"I do recall getting hit and…" he glanced at his shoulder with mild interest, inspecting the new pink patch there. He looked at Harry inquiringly.

"Yeah, I saved you. This demon – Toby - came all of a sudden and started attacking and I just… reacted, I guess." He finished with a mixture of exasperation and resignation. He had to mention Toby's part in the story sooner or later, might as well get over with it. "But he's not a bad guy!" Harry hurried to add as he practically saw the wheels turning in that serpentine brain. "He thought you were the one attacking me, – which is sort of true, now that I think about it – mistook you for some kind of a beast I suppose. He was trying to help, but I panicked and stabbed him, so he got angry and injured me too in the end. Then he brought me here and then went for you when I told him you were with me."

"'With you'? Yes, that is correct." Voldemort mused with a smirk. "You are going to assist me with regaining my magic after all."

Harry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What do you plan to do after getting your magic back? Why do you think it's even possible?"

Voldemort did not say anything; he simply stared at Harry as if waiting for him to get up that moment so they could go.

Harry ignored him and continued to think. What if the man wanted to become a Dark Lord again? What would his purpose be? He was not entirely sure if it was only their magic that got blocked, or if it happened to every wizard who came here, but it was not likely they were the only ones whose magic got sealed. That meant there were no muggles to hunt, no muggleborns to discriminate against; no one to wage a war against. So what on earth did Voldemort want? Why was he so determined to gain power again? While it was true that if a power-hungry megalomaniac once gained such influence as he had while alive, they would probably not take kindly to it being ripped away, but Voldemort was far too focused, too… sure and calm for that to be the case. It was almost like he did not really want the power for the sake of it, but for some valid purpose. He did not seem to be the desperate and panicked murderer suddenly without his tools, like what one would expect from the psychopath he had always been, more like he was determined to reach a goal.

So what should Harry do? Voldemort was now nothing but a simple man. Granted; a scary, scaly, bald and noseless one, but a man nonetheless. If Harry wanted to, he could probably easily get away from him. But was it wise, Voldemort being Voldemort, to leave him to his machinations without any kind of supervision whatsoever? What if he planned to slaughter people again? What if he got his magic back and went on a killing spree?

And why should Harry take it on himself to prevent it anyway? He already lived that out once; he did not want to be forced into that position again. However while he despised the idea of Voldemort being his responsibility again, he knew he could not just let the man do whatever he pleased. Harry mentally rolled his eyes at himself 'Damn Griffindors!'

Reaching his hard decision, Harry slumped forward a little dejectedly, still sitting on the floor and exhaled loudly.

"Fine. I'll help you." Voldemort sneered at him.

"Of course. I was not exactly giving you a choice, stupid brat."

Harry raised an eyebrow at him. Did he think he could not leave him behind? It would be all too easy; he would only have to call in Toby and the problem would be solved. The demon did not trust Voldemort one bit, if the calculating glances he shot at him while he was still asleep could be believed. Harry shrugged his healed shoulder dismissively. The man could delude himself into thinking he was Bugs Bunny for all he cared, as long as Harry knew differently. And right now, simply put, he was entirely powerless to stop Harry from doing much of anything.

"But you will have to wait. We can't just leave without a word. Bonny and Toby helped us; they saved our lives and offered their home. We at least owe them a thanks." Voldemort rolled his eyes.

"It was this Toby of yours that did this in the first place. We owe them nothing." Voldemort drawled. Harry glared at him.

"Yes we do. You would still be in the middle of nowhere coughing up, even sweating sand if it weren't for them. Or what? Is Mr. Godlike In His Powers ex-Dark Lord incapable of expressing gratitude? Fine! But you still owe them."

The man snorted. He was about to open his mouth for a rebuke when they heard rustling from the other room and the next second a very tired-looking Toby stuck his head in beside the cloth separating the spaces.

"Hiya Harry! Thought I heard ya talkin'. An' Tom too! Ma says ya should na get up yet. Ya get tired easily afta getting' hurt like that."

"Hey Toby! Thanks for lending us your bed."

"No biggy, 's ok." the diabolus grinned at Harry. His smile quickly faded though, morphing into a grimace. "Ma almost killed me ya know, fer hurting ya. She says ya should stay fer a few days before ya leave fer the cities. Just to make sure ya both be 'k."

"That's fine, Toby, you don't need to do all that. We are fine already, see?" Harry stabbed his thumb in Voldemort's direction to indicate his state. When the demon looked back at him skeptically, Harry glanced at the man. Voldemort looked… out of it. His eyes were glazed and half lidded and he kept swaying back and forth on his feet. It was as if he was dreaming with his eyes open. Harry furrowed his brows. He was fine a minute ago.

"Told ya he will be exhausted. He should lie back down." he said while scratching his chin with long talons. "Dinner will be ready soon."

Harry glanced back at Voldemort one more time before nodding reluctantly. He thanked Toby and led a very unresponsive Lord to the bed, directing him until he was safely under the blanket. He was already asleep halfway through. It was a weird situation for Harry; treating the Dark Lord like some toddler had never occurred to him in his wildest dreams. Life brings funny things – well, death in this case.

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Harry decided to venture out of the small room and discover the house for himself. Voldemort would not go anywhere without him anyway, so he did not see much harm in leaving him alone for a while. He was also feeling a lot better.

As he stepped through the doorway pulling the tattered cloth to the side, he found himself in a small but cozy living room of sorts. There was a couch in the far corner, which he assumed Toby had inhabited as an alternate bed going by the tangle of sheets on it, and there were three armchairs and a coffee table arranged in a way that would suggest regular use for conversations. The design was much the same as the other room; just about nonexistent. The only questionable decorations were an array of weapons, ranging from swords to bows and an impressive collection of daggers, arranged on the far wall with no discernable pattern. Harry eyed them curiously for a while before Toby's voice startled him out of his state of enchantment.

"Ya like 'em? Can ya use any of 'em?" Harry shook his head jerkily. "Wanna learn? Toby can teach ya!"

Harry gaped at the diabolus. "Really?" he asked incredulously. The demon nodded enthusiastically. "They are so amazing! I have always been fascinated by swords and stuff ever since my relatives dragged me to an exhibition when I was around eight. I never did have a chance to learn though…"

The Dursleys have refused to pay for any such nonsense as martial arts lessons for Harry. Not that surprising, considering they did not even buy him clothes or even food, for that matter. It would have been nice if he had been able to protect himself from Dudley's constant attention but he suspected that to be the biggest reason for them to refuse his pleas; it would not do for him to hit back of course. Then came Hogwarts and a whole new world he had to adapt to, spiked by an evil Dark Lord chasing after him like a crazed bull, and he had not given the matter any thought since. He usually had no time for something as nonsensical as having fun or simply relaxing. That was a rare boon indeed.

"No worries! Toby will show ya! Ya can-"

"What are you two doing there? The food is ready." Bonny stepped into the small room from a narrow corridor leading to the other end of the house. She had her hands on her waist and could not seem to decide whether to glare at her son or keep smiling at Harry. She settled for scowling to herself and stomping back the way she came.

"Ma's still cross with me." Toby sighed. His flappy elf-ears hung at the side of his face weakly. The dejected air about him was nearly tangible. Harry patted his back stiffly and carefully in an effort to comfort him. It was an extremely awkward moment, but Toby smiled at him happily, showing off his pointy and very lethal teeth. "Come eat. We can try these later." he gestured at the weapons. Harry nodded and followed him to the kitchen, wondering when Voldemort would get to eat.

The meal was surprisingly delicious. Harry could not recognize most of the dishes, so at first he settled for the ones that looked to be the most harmless of the bunch; some round meatballs, a side dish that seemed to be a mixture of pasta and rice and plain water. They all tasted so good, he could hardly stop himself from stuffing it down in the most graceless manner. After that he braved the more foreign-looking ones and he was not disappointed; Bonny was a cooking genius. He was offered some liquid about halfway through in a metal pitcher and he eyed the brownish drink in his glass warily.

"It is Perlan Juice. Perlan is a fruit that grows here in the desert. They can be found below the ground." Bonny explained, seeing his attention on his glass. "Hud has a small plantation not far from here."

Hud, or Hudson, was Bonny's husband. He was huge compared to her and Toby, and looked very gruff. He did not speak much except for grunting inarticulately if his input on a subject was expected.

After they finished dinner, Bonny took a tray of food into the room he and Voldemort slept in so he could eat if he wanted to when he woke up. The whole family then retired to the same small living room Harry had been in before, with all the weapons on the wall. Everyone had their own respective place; Toby lay sprawled on the couch while his parents sat in two armchairs facing each other with the coffee table between them. Harry made his way to the only other free piece of furniture, hesitantly sinking down. Bonny smiled at him and began peeling some of the odd fruit she called Perlan from a bucket placed beside her.

Harry cleared his throat. He needed to ask some questions and this time was as good as any.

"Er, Bonny?"

"Yes dear?"

"I was wondering if you knew… Well, you see, me and Vo-Tom were wizards before we died and perhaps you could tell me, if everybody's magic gets sealed when they get here? Or is it only us?"

"Oh." She shook her head and then nodded sadly. "Everyone who comes to Hell looses their magic. Clearly, that does not affect normal humans too much, but it is really hard on those who were wizards. You see, life is also a type of magic in its self, so when you die it will disappear as well. Plain people don't notice it's even gone, but a lot of wizards lose their will to live without it. It's a sad fate."

"But I thought you said this was a place to heal, a second chance!"

"That's true, in most cases. However it only heals things that happened during life, not things that go wrong here. To an extent it does, like your injuries you got not long ago, but that does not mean you cannot die or go mad from loss here."

"So there is no magic at all?"

Bonny hesitated.

"That… There are those who have it; the ones that go to Heaven. They either gain powers or get to keep them if they were wizards previously. And although it is rare, there are some very powerful demons and hell-creatures that have their own magic as well. I don't know why that is though, and the 'magic' is a little different from how it was in life."

"So the people who get to go to Heaven have magic? Why? And really, how exactly is it decided who goes there and who comes to Hell?" Bonny bit her lip at the enthusiasm he was showing. There were so many questions swirling around in Harry's brain, he could hardly refrain from bouncing in his seat.

"Harry… I'm not sure I'm the best person for you to get information from. I… I also don't know." she said helplessly. Harry stared at the distressed diabolus for a minute and sighed.

"So where can I find out more?"

"I'm not sure. The only ones who really understand are the ones from Heaven. Maybe you could investigate more in the city? But be careful; I don't think you should get in this too deeply. You'd be better off if you laid it to rest and acquiesced to the situation. It's dangerous to stick your nose where it does not belong. These are heavily guarded secrets dear; I doubt you'll find anyone willing to reveal anything, even if they knew something."

Harry nodded his head stiffly. He saw Bonny's sincerity; she was worried. Scared even. He would have to be cautios.

"Thanks Bonny."

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TBC

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A/N:

Next chapter really will have some of the promised action. *nudge nudge* Swords and Harry? *grins*

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