Hello lovelies!

While I am still busy writing for In Willing Sacrifice, I was sent a writing prompt and couldn't help but write this one-shot about it...
Here is the original Prompt: why would I fuck a demon? Simple, the status. Imagine rolling up into hell already having had your back blown out by one of their own. Imagine you and a gang of other losers standing at the gates of hell, they're all crying, scared to death about having a pitchfork up their ass for eternity and you just walk into the arms of your sugar demon? legendary.

I of course could not resist writing this, and I hope that you lot will also like reading it.
Please note that I am not in any means trying to bash anyone's religion, and I personally do not believe in hell or demons. This story is purely meant as entertainment.
For the most part, I have leaned this adaptation of Hell and its inner workings on a combination of Dante's Inferno and the movie Erementari.

For timeline reference, this story starts around 1946.
For visual references, Voldemort's horns are based on Argali sheep.

Enjoy!

It all started with a single comment after another gruelling battle against Grindelwald's forces. One sentence, muttered just within earshot of a tired and dirty Harry Potter, who at that moment was glad just to be alive still.

''Man, I thought the gods had bestowed the Chosen One with more power.''

It was nothing that Harry hadn't heard before, of course. Many on the light side seemed disappointed when they witnessed Harry in action and found out that he had the same repertoire of spells as any other person who'd just graduated from Hogwarts. Their fear was understandable. Even Albus Dumbledore, thought to be one of the mightiest sorcerers of their time, had tried and failed last year to stop the rise of the Dark Lord. After Harry's mentor died, he was picked as the next leader. All because of some prophecy that was made before his birth about how he'd supposedly vanquish the Dark Lord.

Somehow though, the way it was said this time made Harry think.

Power… that was the crux in defeating Grindelwald. There were no tricks to defeating the Dark Lord. No weak spots as far as he knew, no clever traps to use that they hadn't tried yet. The man was just… good. Intelligent, magically proficient and extremely charming. Harry on the other hand, had no idea why he had been prophesised to defeat this man. In his current state, he would never be able to gain the upper hand. As far as he knew, there were no gods handing out power. There were people who thought that Magic was a god or goddess bestowing them with gifts, but he'd never come across evidence to support that theory. For all he knew, the abilities the Wizarding community had were some freak mutations.

The comment did however make him think. There were other ways to gain power. Most of them dark and vile, but did it really matter at this point anymore? Grindelwald was killing hundreds, and thousands more would follow if he rose any further. The man wasn't relying on anything but his own magic and brain to seize the world. That didn't mean that Harry shouldn't do so either. If he did not have enough power on his own, he'd have to borrow it from somewhere else. Or buy it.

A few months later of delving deep into libraries, Harry found the answers he was looking for and devised a plan. The few friends he told about it all warily warned him against going through with it. Even Rubeus, who by all means was the very definition of a danger-loving Gryffindor, thought it was an irresponsible move to call upon demons.

Amidst the ruins of war, Harry disagreed that anything he could do that would ensure a victory would be 'irresponsible'. The teen didn't see many downsides to it. From the books and scrolls he'd read, only minor demons could be summoned by wizards and witches, which demanded the soul of the summoner as payment. Selling one soul to bring back stability in the world and save countless of lives didn't sound so bad. If demons really did come from hell, he would have landed there already for planning to murder a person, even if said person was a megalomaniac who was killing left and right. It didn't matter much to him then, whether he sold his soul to a specific demon or not.

So now here he stood, naked in a circle of fire and blood, the still-warm heart of a goat in his hands as lure for the entity he wished to offer himself to. It sounded so much like a typical horror chick flick that Harry seriously started to doubt the credibility of this ritual. Well, the only way to find out was to go through with it. If it didn't work, he would at least have enough meat to eat goat steak for a month.

Breathing deeply, he raised the heart up and shouted. ''Demons who dwell in slivers of night, uncloak your shadows to witch's sight. I call upon one from the darkest pits beneath the earth, to grant me the strength to prove my worth. Name your price, I shall submit.''

He almost dropped the heart as an invisible something started ripping it apart in his hands. Was this how other people felt with Thestrals? Harry stood as still as a statue, even when something wet started licking the last drops of blood from his hands. There was a shimmer in the air… and then, there it stood. Right in front of his eyes, a huge shape materialised that towered over Harry. It didn't look much like the demons Harry had seen on medieval drawings. It didn't have red skin for one, nor a forked tail. However, it couldn't have looked any less human.

The demon was unnaturally pale, with arms and legs so long that he definitely did not resemble the proportions of any living being Harry had ever seen. Added to that were blood-red, slitted eyes and a sleek, scaled tail that was already starting to wrap itself around Harry's torso to ensure he couldn't run. The two massive, curled horns that protruded from the sides of the demon's head and almost rested on its shoulders, were a dead giveaway that this wasn't just any magical being.

''IT ISN'T EVERYDAY THAT A HUMAN MANAGES TO SUMMON ME, LORD VOLDEMORT, KING OF tHE SEVENTH CIRCLE OF HELL,'' it spoke in a voice that sounded as if stones were being grinded up to dust.

''Errrrr….'' Harry said, trying to process that information. Hadn't the scroll said 'lesser demons'? What the hell? The demon wasn't really dressed how he'd expect a king to look, clad in simple, silky robes. Lord Voldemort, King of the seventh circle of Hell, looked like it expected some sort of answer though, so Harry summoned all of his courage and straightened his spine. ''My name is Harry Fleamont Potter, and I have called you to aid me in my fight against Dark Lord Grindelwald. I have been prophesised to defeat him, yet admit to lacking the experience and magic necessary to fulfil my goal as is.''

The demon seemed to give him a critical one-over. ''YOU ARE YOUNG.''

''My age does not matter,'' Harry defiantly said. ''People I care about depend on me. I cannot fail. I… I offer up my soul.''

Lord Voldemort scrunched his serpentine nose in disgust. ''ONE SOUL? FOR GRANTING MY POWERS To YOU? MAYBE MY UNDERLINGS WOULD BE SATISFIED WITH SUCH A SCRAP. I THINK I JUST MENTIONED THAT I AM A KING!''

Harry's heart sank. This wasn't what he'd anticipated or hoped for. Was this demon really going to refuse his offering? ''What… what else can I give?'' he asked, trying to keep his voice steady even though inside, he was panicking. ''I only have one soul!'' he certainly wasn't going to bargain the souls of anyone else, he didn't have such authority, neither over friends nor enemies. His whole point was trying to save people, not doom them for eternity.

The demon's tail curled more tightly around him, and a spidery hand with long nails was placed upon his chest. Even through the fabric of his robes, Harry felt a freezing cold creep into his skin. Lord Voldemort bent down and started sniffing him, before unexpectedly dragging its tongue across the nape of his neck. ''YOUR SOUL... AND YOUR SERVITUDE WILL DO,'' the demon spoke, withdrawing to show Harry a lecherous smirk. ''I HAVEN'T PARTAKEN IN THE PLEASURES OF THIS REALM FOR A THOUSAND YEARS.''

As the exact meaning of Lord Voldemort's words sank in and Harry's cheeks grew hot, he considered the offer. Passing up the power of a King of Hell and try to summon a lesser demon instead just because Harry was a prude wasn't going to cut it. And if he was honest, knowing his soul would land in hell one way or the other, it would definitely be better to be well-acquainted with those on top.

What he didn't all do for the good of the world.

In a matter of months, Harry Potter became the stuff of legends. His arrival on any battlefield meant the absolute decimation of the enemy forces. Grindelwald's army dwindled under raging storms of black fire and the curious green fog that seeped from the ground wherever Harry walked, killing anything hostile that touched it. Only his trusted few knew vague details about how he had come into the possession of such might. The rest of the world could only speculate. The Dark Lord himself had not come out to face him yet, likely still trying to figure out Harry's secret.

Coming home after one exhausting battle, Harry crashed on his bed. He let out a discontented sound when, with a dramatic flash and the smell of sulphur, Lord Voldemort appeared instantly to claim his prize. ''You are giving me so much work to do with everyone you kill,'' the demon whispered, already in the process of undressing Harry. The teen was glad that Voldemort had started adapting his voice so it didn't boom everywhere. At the start, the sheer volume had constantly torn the silencing wards apart.

''How should I have known that all witches and wizards go to your domain after they die? Which I still think is unfair, by the way. We didn't do anything apart from being born with magic.''

''Take it up with the divine beings,'' Voldemort yawned. ''I'm just doing my job being the patron demon of the violent, supernatural and blasphemous.'' Harry's reply turned into a pained grunt as his hips were pulled upwards and the demon entered him with a satisfied groan.

''I still don't understand why you accepted my offer of giving you my soul in the first place if it would have been yours one way or the other,'' Harry continued.

''You're killing the mood,'' Voldemort growled, biting down on Harry's shoulder.

''What mood? The lube is still on the nightstand,'' he remarked pettily. ''I thought I'd only feel the fires of hell after my death.''

The demon pulled out and gave him an exasperated look. ''So demanding. Fine, we'll do it your way. To answer your question: in case you would not take up my return offer, I wished to keep up an image. No mortal should walk away with more knowledge of the inner workings of hell than necessary.''

Harry relaxed as an icy, slick finger started cooling down the previous burning. It only took a few minutes before he was pushing back and thoroughly enjoying himself too. Harry looked over his shoulder at Voldemort's concentrated expression. For a supposedly evil being, he could be surprisingly understanding. At the demon's next attempt, Harry didn't resist anymore, encouraging the other with enticing sounds as he was being filled up. The feel of the ever-increasing pace of Voldemort's cock sliding in and out had him pressing down on the bed to get some friction against his own growing erection. He expertly avoided bumping into the horns that were pressed into the pillow on either side of his head by keeping his upper body as still as possible even as he eagerly pushed his ass back to spur the demon on. Hard arms wrapped tightly around his torso and the frantic breathing in Harry's ear turned into a stream of guttural noises that sounded like a starting avalanche. He clenched his cheeks together, and felt the hot stream of Voldemort's seed mere moments after.

Harry didn't expect to reach his own climax -the king of the seventh circle of hell was usually a rather selfish bastard- but was pleasantly surprised when Voldemort withdrew only to turn him over and give him the rare pleasure of wrapping a long, forked tongue around Harry's cock. Nimble fingers joined, massaging the skin around the weeping tip. The sight alone of having such a controlling entity on its knees was enough to send him over the edge as well after only a couple of licks and strokes.

He didn't protest when Voldemort switched them around so he was sprawled across the demon's chest. With a fascination that never ceased, Harry started caressing the coiled horns, smirking when Voldemort twitched nervously as he got closer to the base. ''Sensitive?'' he asked, receiving a glare in return.

''Just you wait, when I finally have you in my realm, you won't be grinning at me anymore,'' Voldemort growled, though there wasn't any venom behind the words.

Having heard many different snippets about Voldemort's kingdom, he asked: ''Am I allowed to know where exactly I'll end up? I mean, it'll be pretty much for eternity, so I'd like to have some knowledge about my fate.''

The King sighed deeply. ''You're ruining the after-sex glow.''

''I'm good at that.''

''So you are. Fine then. Hell consists of nine circles, some of which have different rings housing souls that committed different types of sins. I rule all those who were violent in one way or the other. Those who committed suicide for violence against themselves, mages for being a violation of nature, blasphemers for being violent against different gods…''

''Different ones?'' Harry asked.

''Well yes. One soul that keeps giving me trouble is Capaneus, who blasphemed against Zeus. With thousands upon thousands of gods, you can imagine that this ring is quite crowded, even when considering that hell does not exist in a regular space as you know it. I generally leave the blasphemers alone though. No demon likes the gods, so why should I punish those souls severely? Listening to their antics can be amusing however.''

''And I would go to the rest of mages?''

''Not anymore. You killed many people using my powers. Going to the outer ring with all other murderers seems more fitting. Especially as you used my powers for it. Although…''

''Although what?'' Harry said, sitting up and looking at 'his' demon.

A pale hand came up and stroked his cheek. ''You may be irritating at times, you are also growing on me with surprising speed. Who knows what I'll do with you when you finally land in hell. Either way, you'll fall under my jurisdiction. The other Kings and Queens won't interfere no matter what I do with the souls who belong to me, as long as I'm not trying to send them back to the realm of the living.''

''Why is the whole 'soul-exchange' actually such a popular way of payment if, by your own words, you'd have received my soul anyways?''

''It is for lesser demons. By making bargains with humans, they can claim specific souls that would otherwise belong to the ruler of whichever realm that soul will go to. Some use it to move to more prestigious circles when they predict a human to go to a specific circle. Others just wish to have the privilege of tormenting 'their' souls, as they are granted more rights over those. In the fifth circle, there even was one occasion where two lesser demons who had a feud against each other made contracts with so many humans that they gathered their own armies of souls and pitted them against each other. The Queen of the fifth circle of Hell watched their antics for a few hundred years before disintegrating both. We haven't had such a spectacle since.''

''Underwordly politics, sounds exciting,'' Harry muttered. ''And I thought it was bad enough here.''

The bell rang unexpectantly, and Harry jumped up. As soon as he turned around, the bed was empty again. He sighed, dressed in a hurry and opened the door to let his friends in.

Even with his newfound powers, hunting down Grindelwald was extremely difficult. The Dark Lord had gained so many followers in the past years that it was hard to stop everything that was going on. There were too many fronts. Harry did what he could in the two years that followed, utilising Voldemort's contract to the fullest. The demon was selective in which powers he bestowed on Harry, but rarely turned down a request to help by himself. All Kings and Queens of Hell had a variety of abilities, such as turning invisible and speaking to the dead. And of course, no witch or wizard was a match for their overlord. Having an invisibility cloak himself, Harry and Voldemort sometimes infiltrated enemy bases together to gather information and destroy them from inside.

Irritatingly, Grindelwald still did not show himself. Public speeches were a thing of the past and the Dark Lord became shrouded in mystery. Some thought that he was dead already - which Voldemort denied – and others claimed that the man had delved deeper into the darkest arts than ever before, disappearing in research. Thus, Harry and the Order of the Phoenix, which had been created in Dumbledore's memory, had to settle for battling the Dark Lord's forces instead. It was tough, and the enemy seemed never-ending. Especially right after Dumbledore's fall, many had given up and surrendered to the Dark Lord's ideologies. The more time passed, the more frustrated Harry became.

''Surely, he can't have disappeared off the face of the earth!'' Harry spoke angrily, slamming his fist on the table. A few younger members of the Order jumped, the others all gave him tired looks, used to his anger breakouts.

Miranda patted him on the shoulder. Miranda Goshawk was a few years older than Harry and had quickly become one of his closest friends. She helped the Order by revising their spellwork while writing the books she wished to publish once the war would be over. ''He knows more magic than all of us, he's sure to have webs of shields around whichever place he hides at. We looked at everything that could link to him already. Even Nurmengard only housed his soldiers.''

Harry did not hear her last sentence though, as something else had caught his attention… the smell of sulphur. Before he could do anything, Lord Voldemort appeared in all of his glory, in the living room of the Potter household. As could be expected, all members of the Order instantly drew their wands at this clear threat. Even the only people he'd told about using demonic powers through a contract did so: Miranda, Rubeus and Mysticus. Well, Harry hadn't exactly told Mysticus, the man had somehow figured it out himself, speaking of odd creatures that whispered in the night. He chalked it up to the typical Lovegood oddness that Mysticus had clearly inherited.

Although he could understand the urge to protect oneself when a 7 feet tall, clearly nonhuman creature appeared within the walls of a house under the Fidelius charm, he shot off his chair and stood firmly in front of Voldemort to shield the demon. A metaphorical gesture, mainly to ensure the King wouldn't get irritated and claim all of their souls on the spot.

''I HAVE FOUND GRINDELWALD,'' the demon boomed, making everyone freeze.

''What, for real?'' Harry asked disbelievingly.

Slitted eyes narrowed. ''YOU DOUBT MY WORDS?''

''No, no,'' he hastened to say. ''Where is he? Is he alone?''

Lord Voldemort looked down on Harry and snaked an arm around his shoulders. ''I WILL BRING YOU THERE. AFTER YOU FILFULL YOUR PART OF THE CONTRACT.''

This was so not the right time to have sex in Harry's opinion, but he could hardly protest in this situation. He was entirely dependent on Voldemort's willingness to bring him there. He considered it briefly, then spoke: ''I will, after you inform us all where he is so my friends can already secure the area.''

For some reason, Voldemort chuckled darkly at that. ''THEY CAN TRY.'' The answer was unsettling, but the demon raised a hand, a fiery map being burned into the table. ''DERWEZE, TURKMENISTAN,'' Voldemort still spoke before dragging Harry out of the door with him. They didn't even make it fully to Harry's bedroom before the demon started undressing him roughly.

Harry's mind was already buzzing with nerves about finally facing Grindelwald and could not fully concentrate on Voldemort. This clearly irked the demon, for he suddenly raked sharp nails across Harry's back. ''Ow, what the fuck?'' he exclaimed, fuming as Voldemort lazily licked the blood from his claws.

''You should pay attention to me, my dear.''

The endearment threw him off so much that Harry could hardly stay angry, certainly not when Voldemort touched the wounds once more to heal them instantaneously, leaving his back only mildly sore. A bit reluctant, Harry tried to cast away all thoughts about the upcoming battle and focused on his demon instead. He didn't apologise verbally, instead getting to his knees to pay thorough attention to the presented erection with his mouth. Voldemort threw his head back, the horns cracking the plaster on the wall as they bumped against it. Harry looked up, finally getting into it as he observed the way Voldemort's mouth moved with each sucking motion, the forked tips of his tongue hanging out.

Not wanting to wait much longer, Harry climbed on the bed Voldemort was sitting on, lay down on his back and drew his knees to his chest. A few minutes later, he was a sweaty mess. Their lips were locked together and Harry's hands were busy gripping a shoulder and a horn while the was pressed into the mattress with each push. The wet noises of their bodies joining nearly made him climax, but Voldemort was faster and pulled out right after spilling his orgasm into Harry. Cold air hit him as the demon stood, staring with unabashed fascination at Harry's arse, from which he could feel liquid leaking out. He let Voldemort have a good look at it before spelling himself clean.

''We have places to be,'' Harry reminded the demon with a small smile, reaching up once more to press a kiss against Voldemort's lips. ''Where did you leave my robes?'' he asked after putting on the scarce items of clothing he found again on the bedroom floor.

''Somewhere outside,'' the other replied with a half-shrug. Harry grunted and opened the door to fetch his robe, hoping that it wasn't beyond repair. He came face-to-face with his very shocked friends. Far too late, Harry realised that he had not put up any silencing barriers.

''Harry-'' Rubeus started, looking at if he'd seen a ghost.

''Don't,'' he groaned. ''Please just… don't.''

Mysticus raised his hand and made a sign that Harry's didn't recognise, the index and little finger sticking out of a fist. ''The divine beings always get their payment,'' he ominously spoke in his regular dreamy voice. ''You are so lucky, Harry.''

''Right,'' he muttered, snatching his robes from the floor and trying to cover up anything that his underwear didn't hide yet. ''Have the others gone to Turkmenistan?''

Miranda cleared her throat, the flush on her face not lessening yet. ''N... no. We didn't… we couldn't…'' she took a deep breath. ''We didn't think we could trust… it. H-him.'' She stuttered, taking a step back as Voldemort appeared in the doorway and gave her the evil eye, as Harry liked to call his death-glare.

''Fair,'' he simply said, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. To be honest, it was comforting to know that his friends hadn't rushed into danger without him, even if it would make it harder now.

''We did create Portkeys,'' Miranda squeaked. ''Just in case. So, we are theoretically ready to go if… if you think it is a good idea.''

''If he says that he found Grindelwald, then he has,'' Harry spoke with confidence. Turning around, he asked: ''Voldemort, can you even use Portkeys or…?''

''I shall meet you there,'' the demon replied, before vanishing on the spot, leaving only a patch of burnt carpet behind.

''Harry-'' Rubeus tried again, at which Harry shot a look.

''Still no. Give me a Portkey.''

At first, Harry did not see anything special about the place they landed at. He found a desolate, grey landscape out of nothing but barren rock. Only when he squinted his eyes, did Harry realise that something was off. In the distance was light. Light that seemed to come out of the earth itself. Having expected to find an army of enemies guarding Grindelwald, everyone who was available at such short notice had come, twenty-eight Order members in total. Not seeing any immediate threat yet, he signalled for them to approach the light.

It turned out to be both further away and much larger than Harry had anticipated, and they split up, encircling the source of the light.

A lone figure cast a shadow in front of a gigantic crater filled with fire, a figure Harry walked at directly.

''Ah, finally caught up to me, did you?'' Grindelwald spoke, turning around to face Harry with a cocky grin. ''Too late. I found out your secret.'' He spread his hands. ''Wondrous isn't it? The gates of hell, opened up towards our realm. The perfect place for a summoning. Oh yes,'' he exclaimed dramatically. ''I know all about the origins of your powers now. A pact with a demon, not a move I had expected Albus' prodigy to use. But this is where it ends, boy. Other than you, I have more than a single soul to offer!'' he gestured to what Harry had first thought to be black rocks. On a closer inspection, he saw they were charred corpses. ''My followers grant me power even in death,'' Grindelwald spoke with mock-grief, bowing his head and placing a fist against his heart. His head snapped up a second later so he could flash Harry a smirk. ''Nothing to say?''

''If what you offered were souls, then I have won already,'' Harry simply spoke, drawing his wand.

Grindelwald was clearly confused by the answer, and less than pleased. His face became a mask of anger as he raised his wand and loudly spoke: ''I command you to honour our contract, Vermes!"

The flames behind Grindelwald shot up. Harry gripped his wand tightly, heart beating in his throat. He might be right in his theory that Voldemort was stronger than whatever the Dark Lord had summoned, but he couldn't be sure. Besides, the King of the seventh Circle of Hell was fashionably late…

From the crater, a shape formed, which did not look any more human than Voldemort. It instantly became clear to Harry though, that this demon was not on par with his. The being was hunched over and covered in red scabs, two tiny horns protruding from its forehead. From Voldemort's descriptions, outward appearances did matter in the afterlife. Such a scrawny thing would not be able to grant Grindelwald much power, no matter how many souls the man had sacrificed. From the information he could gather, Harry concluded that Grindelwald had not found the same ritual that he had, travelling to this gate of hell to drag out the first demon he came across. Unfortunately for the Dark Lord, the first Circle of Hell was Limbo… not exactly an impressive place.

Of course, any demon was still more powerful than a human. So if Voldemort didn't haul his ass over here, Harry was still very much doomed to die.

''So, Harry, it looks like your own demon is running?'' Grindelwald smirked as Vermes joined him. Shrewd yellow eyes took Harry in and it opened its mouth to show a double row of sharp teeth. ''Vermes, devour him!''

The demon shot forwards, breaking easily through Harry's hastily thrown up shield. He tried to use the black fire and green fog that Voldemort had granted him usage off, but it appeared to have no effect on his new enemy. Grindelwald stood back, lifting his wand to cast a dome-like shield over them to avoid the other members of the Order from rushing to Harry's aid.

''THAT'S QUITE ENOUGH.'' The voice seemed to fill the vast expanse of space, rolling through the air like a thunderstorm. With his usual flair for drama, Voldemort manifested in front of Harry, standing up to his full height. In fact, Harry noticed, the demon looked even taller than usual. As a cloud left the moon and a ray of light struck Voldemort, he noticed that the reason for this was a tall crown of thin silver blades that adorned the King's head, of which the tips pointed towards the sky.

Vermes skidded to a halt, yellow eyes widening as it crouched down and looked up to Voldemort. Panicked, it glanced over its shoulder to Grindelwald. ''YoU tOld mE thIs wOuld bE EasY!'' it screeched in a garbled way that made it hard to understand it at all.

Grindelwald did not seem to grasp the situation yet, shouting: ''I paid you with thirteen souls, including my own! Finish the enemy!''

Voldemort started laughing and lifted Vermes into the air easily without even touching the Limbo demon. ''YOU DARE NOT CHALLENGE A KING OF HELL!'' he boomed. Vermes frantically tried to shake its head and clawed at its throat.

Apparently finally realising that he was losing, the Dark Lord withdrew an object and whispered at it. A few seconds later, several of Grindelwald's followers appeared in flashes of Grindelwald's trademark blue fire. No matter how much the Dark Lord shouted instantly at them to attack the demon though, all of them appeared stunned at the sight of Voldemort lifting a writhing demon into the air. ''My Lord,'' one of them shouted. ''Does your new servant not have everything under control already?''

It was then that Harry realised that Grindelwald's followers of course thought that Voldemort belonged to their Lord. And if the man did not want to lose face, he couldn't outright deny it either. That wish to save his image would cost him his life instead.

''FULFILL YOUR CONTRACT,'' Voldemort gleefully spoke to the demon that appeared relieved it hadn't been disintegrated yet. When it was dropped, it bowed and turned around.

''I AttAckEd yOur enEmY,'' Vermes spoke slowly. ''As wAs oUr AgreEmEnt.''

The Dark Lord stared incomprehensibly at the demon he had summoned. ''What?''

''I think,'' Harry interjected, smiling. ''That you'll have to pay the full price now.''

Chaos broke loose. Grindelwald tried to run, Vermes sprinted towards him and ripped out his heart. The shield was dropped and the waiting Order members started tackling Grindelwald's forces. Harry started fighting too, trying to keep his position so that he could see what was going on between the demons. Vermes once more bowed down to Voldemort, offering up Grindelwald's heart in what appeared to be a peace offering. Was he relinquishing his claim on the soul? Because of all the shouting and sizzling spells around, Harry could not hear what they were saying despite the demons' loud voices.

Vermes threw one more hateful look at Harry before crawling back into the fiery pit on all fours. For a moment, Voldemort stood still to study the heart, then snatched the rest of the corpse and disappeared, leaving Harry to his own devices without another glance. Harry did not want to admit it, but it hurt. Sure, the King might have other things to do, so what? Could he not at least have given a goodbye? Anything?

He stood there, rooted to the spot, stewing in the anger that so often rose up within him nowadays. His focus was entirely on the burnt circle in the dirt that his demon had vanished at, instead of the on the spell that was shouted by someone behind him or the green light that rushed at his back. The warning cries from his fellow Order members came too late.

Harry regained his consciousness slowly, feeling dizzy. All around him, he still heard shouting, but the ground beneath felt much warmer than the rocky desert he was supposed to be in. Bodies rushed past, and he cried out in pain as someone trampled on his hand. With great difficulty, Harry pushed himself up, first to his knees, then his feet. All breath left his lungs when seeing the sight he was met with: two gigantic red doors. When trying to breathe again, he noticed that there wasn't any air to replenish. Multiple bodies bumped into him now, and he looked around to find a bunch of people he didn't know, all shouting and crying for mercy. It took a moment still before his ears stopped ringing enough to understand their words.

Harry felt surprisingly calm. He'd gotten a good idea of hell from Voldemort's tales, he'd long ago accepted this would happen. Knowing roughly how things worked here, Harry held his head up high and walked right through. Demons appeared without speaking to them, whipping those who were a bit too reluctant to cross the threshold. There was no-one to judge where he'd have to go to: the path opened up in front of him, a long road of broken shards of metal that cut into the feet of anyone who walked on it. Not feeling like submitting himself to this torture device, Harry turned around and walked up to the first demon he saw, a red-skinned creature with a bird beak and hollow eyes. It hissed and tried to keep him away with a sharp spike, which Harry expertly avoided.

''Sorry to bother,'' he politely said. ''I'm looking for Lord Voldemort, King of the seventh Circle of Hell?'' The demon gave him a blank stare for a moment before bursting out in hissing laughter. Never one to back down, Harry glared. ''He and I have a contract, which I demand to be honoured. He wished to claim my soul personally.'' Some more demons joined, looking down on him with amused expressions. Harry clenched his fist. What was the point of fucking one's way to the top if these damned underlings didn't know about it?

''Our Kings and Queens do not take up contracts with mortals,'' one finally replied in a surprisingly sophisticated voice, sneering at him.

''This one did,'' he stubbornly insisted. ''My name is Harry Fleamont Potter, in case you need to ask someone who knows better to check the contracts.''

Demons generally did not like work, nor being bothered. They liked it even less to have a human soul not being afraid of them. The Demon in front of him half-heartedly tried to shove him away a few times, then grumbled: ''The representative of the seventh circle is over there,'' and pointed at the other side of the stream of people at a fearsome looking demon that was wrapped up in chains and wearing bloodied robes. Sighing, Harry started pushing through the crowd of wailing souls again on his quest to get to the right demon. Damned bureaucracy. Very done at this point, he just stated his name when at long last reaching the one he'd been pointed towards.

It didn't say a word, only extended a hand to him in silence, which he didn't hesitate to take. It looked like his efforts were being rewarded, as in front of them a black carriage appeared for him to step into. As soon as the silent demon stepped in as well, it started moving, being steered straight through the other people. Harry wondered if death had made him lose emotions or if it was just because he'd had a bad day, but he did not care much whenever they clearly hit someone. It was a bumpy ride, especially when they travelled across the long, bladed road that would have torn his skin if he'd tried to make it on foot. Harry tried to relax and looked through the narrow window in the side of the carriage instead of concentrating on the demon in front of him. It was not a pretty sight, souls being tortured openly everywhere. He'd worry about that when it would come to it.

The carriage passed another long line of people, then stopped with a shock. The doors flew open and an invisible force made Harry stumble out and fall to the ground. He brushed off his robes as he stood and took in where he was, eyes instantly drawn to a very familiar figure. Not ten yards away stood Voldemort, currently busy with punishing a soul. Harry grimaced as the demon pried the bones from the chest of an old woman, his hands covered in blood and a fearsome smile on his face. When he was done, her ribcage extended outwards.

''YOU SHALL WILE AWAY IN THE OUTER RING OF THE SEVENTH CIRCLE, THESE BONES PICKED CLEAN EVERY SINGLE DAY, A PUNISHMENT FOR THE MURDERS YOU COMMITTED IN LIFE.''

Two lesser demons hurried forwards to drag the woman away, each grabbing one of the ribs, her screams intensifying. Harry's stomach churned as Voldemort stalked back to his throne and sat down. ''WHO IS NEXT?''

Not wanting to witness more of these sights if he could help it and having been dropped at the very start of the line, Harry stepped forward. Voldemort seemed to freeze up as their eyes met.

''Hey,'' he spoke. ''I thought visiting you at work might be neat.''

''Harry,'' the demon spoke disbelievingly, instantly lowering his voice. ''You… I had not expected to… to see you here. Not so soon. How?''

''You didn't say goodbye,'' he pettily mentioned, still angry at that. ''You were so busy with Grindelwald that you didn't even look at me anymore. I lost focus and was shot.'' The accusation was hopefully clear enough in his voice. ''Where is Grindelwald anyways? Can I at least watch him be tortured?''

Voldemort growled lowly. ''It looked like Grindelwald's crimes were greater than anticipated. He was claimed by Lady Dolores, Queen of the ninth Circle of Hell, for treachery. He betrayed and killed his own lover. There are few crimes greater than that. I hadn't expected Dolores to actually interfere, but she is rather strict on the rules. He belonged to a deeper circle, so that is where he landed.''

''He killed his lover? I didn't even know that Grindelwald had a lover,'' Harry said, disturbed.

''Yes, one Albus Dumbledore, who resides here in the middle ring.''

At this point, Harry hadn't thought that anything could shock him anymore. He'd been wrong. Grindelwald and Dumbledore? Merlin, this day was getting weirder and weirder. He had not come here for stories though. ''So what now?'' he asked. ''I'm here in hell, it is up to you to decide on my punishment, isn't it, my Lord?''

Voldemort inclined his head, crown and horns glinting in the light of the fires around. His ruby eyes thoughtfully rested on Harry. ''You should suffer eternal torment in the outer ring since you made a contract specifically to kill someone and slaughtered one hundred and thirty enemies over the past years.'' He rose and walked over to Harry, robes billowing out in the wind. Always the Gryffindor, he didn't back down even now that Voldemort literally held his fate. A cold hand was placed on each side of Harry face. ''Thankfully for you, I am not so strict on the rules. I own your soul, it is mine to do with as I please, and I am not through with you. Keep up your part of our… agreement, and you shall stay at my side instead.''

Harry blinked in disbelief. ''You'll let me off the hook if I keep sleeping with you?'' he asked, baffled.

''Is this disagreeable to you?'' the demon neutrally asked.

''No! I would… I would love to,'' he muttered, face feeling as if it was heating up. ''But didn't you say that sex was a ''pleasure of the mortal realm' or something like that?''

''It was certainly more exotic,'' Voldemort replied. ''But I do not think the differentiation matters anymore, not with you.'' With a surprisingly fast move, Harry was picked up by the waist and hauled into the air. He steadied himself by putting his arms on Voldemort's pale shoulders. Even without the hand that cupped the back of his head, he was already eagerly leaning forwards to finally press his lips against the other's again. ''The other souls can wait for a while longer,'' the king decided, carrying Harry away.

Awww, aren't they cute.

Also, yes I know that the Gate of Hell in Turkmenistan was man-made in 1971, I am conveniently ignoring this fact altogether for plot purposes
And for those of you who might have wondered, Vermes is Wormtail in demon form :P

I am still considering whether or not I will leave it like this or write a second chapter/epilogue kind of thing, so I will mark it complete for now as I don't want to make any promises I maybe can't keep. Do you guys want to see more of Harry's life in hell or other scenes? Or is it better to leave it like this?

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xx GeMerope