Unjust Peace

A/N This chapter is not beta-ed.

This chapter has lots and lots of new characters (just for fun), so there won't be much of Voldemort or Hermione. However Death and Fate have major roles in this chapter.

Also, THOTRS stands for The House of The Rising Sun. And I am almost completely mad now after adding all the italics and bold...Arggg

Chapter 11
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Three hours before Voldemort's and Hermione's arrival.

Harry Potter was having a shitty day. Well, all his days could be called shitty, in his opinion, as the world they lived in sucked. Sucked, sucked, sucked, Harry repeated in his mind.

"Fiendfyre," Harry screamed while pointing his wand towards a tiny broom closet. As soon as the flames of the spell engulfed the old brooms, Harry felt better. He could see the flames of fire crawling on to the heavy curtains and wooden floor and it felt gooood.
Nothing felt better than unstoppable curse fire spreading its wings like a Phoenix and flying all around the place.

"Yay!" the Pyromaniac screamed in joy and started to scratch his forehead with all his might. He liked scratching his forehead, sometimes his arms or legs, while everything burned around him.

"Fuuuuun," Harry laughed. Then pouted as the spell ended abruptly and all the flames vanishes leaving only smoke behind. Crying softly Harry cast a small Incendio on the curtains, but after two minutes, the curtains were in complete order and his flames were nowhere to be seen.

The Potter heir cried- his magic was so unstable that he couldn't even continue with the spell that was supposed to be unstoppable and then even moronic small fire also vanished. It just sucked.

"Suuuuucked," he roared into an empty room. "Su-su-su-suckkeeedddd," he repeated just to be sure he heard it right. Yes, he could hear himself and with that happy thought Harry James Potter laughed.

Shaking his head back and forth ten times, Harry went to the basement of his manor to see if his previous doings were successful, or if he had fucked up again.

Upon entering his laboratory where lots of different things were floating in the air, Harry James Potter laughed. Finally! His most precious experiment paid off. Grabbing something remotely resembling a bubble gum- but he wasn't sure and, to tell the truth, didn't care-, Harry shoved it into his mouth and jumped up the stairs to inform his companions that he had succeeded at last. His best friend would be so happy!

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Death stood on an edge of a mountain overlooking the manor and the surroundings.

"What the fuck?" she voiced her thoughts when she understood that something was definitely off.

This was not where her toys were supposed to end up after escaping the first realm. They were supposed to go the Palladian Galaxy, not here. What was this place anyway? Death felt shiver run down her spine as she could feel with her immortal being that she held no power what so ever in this world. Impossible.

'Must have been that old hag again,' Death thought now angrily frustrated and little, just a tiny bit scared.

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Fate looked around and frowned. Death must really be annoyed with her if she decided to send them all to this place; a place where Fate has never been before. And, with horror, she felt that all her powers were non-existent. Impossible.

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Ten minutes later, after climbing down the mountain and scratching her hands and legs plus tearing her wonderful designer dress (not even speaking about her favorite pumps), Death saw the person she felt was responsible for her shitty look.

"You!" Death screamed when she saw an old lady in a walking distance.

When the old lady turned and with angry glare started to march towards somewhat astonished young woman, Death felt that something was wrong. Again.

"You stupid designer-loving cow! You are completely insane, you moronic bitch! I tolerate your rambling, whining, bitching and all other stuff that flies from that ancient mount of yours, but this!, " at that point Fate moved her hands as if showing the surroundings, "this is beyond boundaries. What the hell have you done, you shithead?" Fate continued her frustrated screaming, angelic old wrinkled face turning into an angry mask.

Now Death was really scared. It seemed that Fate had nothing to do with their current predicament.

If Fate didn't know where they were and what the hell was going on, then they were fucked.

Fate came to the same realization upon seeing the genuine horror on Death's face.

"If we have no power over this place, then who does?" Fate whispered to Death who was now holding Fate's hand in a death grip.

"I do," a squeaky voice said from behind.

Fate and Death, still embraced in horror, turned around to witness a small child, not older than ten years old, seating on an elephant and chewing on a tree branch. After biting a huge part of the tree, the girl swallowed it and using her small hand pushed some leaves after the tree part, deeper into her throat.

"What the fuck are you?" both Fate and Death asked in unison. They have seen so many weird things and knew many different gods in their looong lives, but that? Never. However, as both Death and Fate took a closer look…

The child- a girl with curly blond hair and pitch black eyes- stared at them for a moment before she started to laugh hysterically, crying at the same time.

Fate and Death watched in horror as the small girl fell from her elephant, hitting the road with her head, all the while laughing.

"Please tell me it's not it," Death begged Fate quietly, "and I promise I'll behave for a millennium".

"Please tell me that it's not what I think it is and I will behave for the next millennium," Fate whispered back.

No way in hell were they going anywhere that thing, Fate thought all the way taking small steps back. They had to run and definitely no touching that kid! That was a big NO-NO!

"Will you hug meeee?" the child whined while crawling towards the two females that increased their pace in stepping back.

"You are supposed be locked up! We all know that you are in a cell deep down in Limbo!" Fate screamed at the child that now sat on the road with its hand deep down its throat.

"Grhrhf," the girl mumbled.

"What? Speak normally, we don't understand you!" Death was always the bravest of them all.

Fate though, just for a second, that Death would have been sorted into Gryffindor, had she attended Hogwarts.

"Me said, me met a friend and gagagaga. Boom, droom, vroom!" the child giggled while poking its own eye with a stick.

"What?" Fate whispered horrified. No, no, no, no! It was impossible. This shit was locked up for good. No way!

"I said," the child sat straight now and in a perfect male voice continued, "that while yes,- I was locked up by you all SHITHEADS-, Harry wanted a friend. He was so lonely and considering his magical power, he managed to drag me from my lovely room in FUCK KNOWS WHERE," the child roared the last words all the while glaring with its horrible black eyes with no white in them at all.

The girl coughed a bit and went on, speaking in childish voice again. "Harry Potter wanted a friend and he got me. I have been with him since he was five", the girl whispered and then suddenly laughed.

"Don't touch it!" Fate hissed at Death.

"I am not stupid!" Death hissed back irritated. Like she would even think of touching the kiddo. Neva eva!

"Pleeease, be my friends and hug me," the girl continued and started crawling towards the two females; all the while twisting her legs so that they came in from of her hands in a very creepy way.

"On the count of three," Death very quietly whispered to Fate who nodded her head in agreement.

"Three!" Death screamed and ran, tugging the still counting Fate.

The girl stopped her crawling and stood up.

Bitches, the girl thought. Harry was supposed to give her two new toys from the House of the Rising Sun, however, she got four instead.

Ohhh, the possibilities, the girl thought happily before breaking her own hand and laughing.

If Death and Fate were to become his friends, then…..

A booming laugh erupted from an old man that was a child only seconds ago.

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After running for what seemed an eternity, the two ladies stopped to catch their breath. Immortal or not, but running long distances was definitely not their forte.

"I thought it was impossible to escape that prison," Death said to Fate who was sitting near some bushes.

"It is impossible," Fate answered all the while fanning her face with palm leaves. She didn't even want to question what palms were doing in Great Britain after seeing who ruled that place.

"Then what is it doing out?" Death was scared beyond belief. She had no power over the residents of this realm, even thought the said realm was within the boundaries of The House of The Rising Sun. Additionally, she was way too afraid to come face to face with it again.

Sure, there were many other creatures -or gods and goddesses-, as they preferred to call themselves, besides Death and Fate. Many of those were close friends of theirs, but that thing- it was a god that no one wanted to be around. The last one that tried was Innocence.

And the last time Death saw her, she was dancing naked in some trashy strip club all the while drinking vodka mixed with tequila and swearing so perfectly that Death even took some notes.

"Well, according to our coordinates, we are still in the House of the Rising Sun. And I honestly had no clue what so ever that it would be here. Otherwise I would be having fun in Disney Land, and not being stuck here," in a tired voice Fate explained.

Suddenly, Fate was staring into the round eyes of Death, their noses almost touching. "Say what? Did I hear you say 'stuck'?"

"Yes, my darling, we are stuck in here as long as Tom and Hermione are. They were thrown in here, even though they were not supposed to, and we followed. So, we are stuck as long as they are".

Fate felt sorry for Death who seemed ready to cry.

"We could, however, call for some backup," Fate offered the still sobbing Death.

As soon as Death heard that, she beamed. Even though Fate was a pain in her ass for as long as she could remember, she still had some good ideas in that old head of hers.

In unison, both females grabbed their phones and started picking the candidates.

Their "god/goddess" locator showed them that there were only three of them in this place- Death, Fate and It. So, that meant that others should be available.

Death was the first to call.

After a few beeps a happy voice answered.

"Heya, my love! I missed you so! So, so good you finally called! It's time for me to shake those old bones of mine!"

Death smiled. Vengeance, was always happy to accompany Death.

"I so glad to hear you too, darling!" Death replied in sweet voice. "Would you like to come over and help a bit?"

"Of course! How can you even ask that! Ready as always, my sweet lady! What are the coordinates?" Vengeance asked in eager tone.

"It's THOTRS, realm 27, underworld 6," Death answered, already prepared to see Vengeance in front of her in just a few seconds.

Judging by the silence on the other end, he must have already Apparated, Death thought amused. However, her happy demeanor changed in a second when she heard that Vengeance was still on the phone. And it vanished completely when she heard a reply.

"Emm, you know what? I just got a call from an angry woman whose husband cheated on her. Seems to be a major case so I better hurry. See ya next time!" Vengeance said in a rush and hung up.

"What the fuck?" Death said out loud. Vengeance preferring someone (some woman- one woman- who wanted revenge) over Death? As in The Death? Impossible.

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Fate dialed her favorite number.

"Oi! Hello, honey! What are we up to? I am so not staying behind this time! Tell me right now where you are!" A happy voice full of mirth answered after the first ring.

Fate smiled happily- Mirth was always ready for some fun.

" THOTRS, realm 27, underworld 6," Fate answered, happily awaiting her friend.

"Oh! You know, I forgot! I have laundry day today. I am so silly, completely forgot about it. Must be my age! Hahaha! Anyway, call me some other time, hon! Bye!" With that, Mirth hung up.

Fate repeated Death's previous question out loud.

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After nine calls, Death was beyond pissed. It all was a bad, very bad dream, she kept repeating to herself.

All in all, Death called nine of her closest friends. And the outcome?

Vengeance was busy helping some moronic female.

While tossing me aside, Death thought angrily.

Carnality had a headache and she couldn't even move.

Oh, please, Death thought annoyed. Lust and headache? Never seen those two together.

Hatred said he was busy with his school work.

That fucker didn't even go to school!

Gluttony said she was on diet.

If that were true then Death was the Head Healer in the whole Galaxy. And beyond.

Contempt was supposedly drunk all of a sudden and depressed.

Uhhu. Like, really? She'd like to see that with her own eyes if only she hadn't been stuck here.

Deception was on a very important business trip.

For a goddess that represented mendacity, she was a shitty liar, Death decided.

Desperation was invited to a birthday party and he just had to go.

Death has never seen Desperation outside his shitty home, with bottles and pills lying around all over the place.

Humiliation had chicken-pox.

Death snorted before becoming angry again. That shit forgot the little fact that gods and goddesses just did not get ill. Never ever; unless, of course, Illness was giving the goods away for free.

Which was not the case this time since that bitch Malady had a free ride herself-that was according to her own words- Illness claimed she had a fucking diarrhea.

Well, fuck me, Death thought.

All her so called friends had emergencies as soon as they found out where she was now. Death guessed that they all could see very clearly that not only Death and Fate were there- they could see the third wheel as well. And that was the very reason why all of them became either sick, had parties to attend, or just mumbled some pitiful excuses.

Fuckers.

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Death hoped that Fate had managed to get them at least some help, so she glanced at her companion who was sitting in the bushes just opposite of her own.

Fate and Death stared at each other as they had only an empty road between their bushes.

Death decided to let her companion know what she had managed to find out. Pressing number one on speed dial, Death heard the annoying tune Fate had picked for her from the other side of the road.

Fate picked the phone and quickly asked.

"Why must you call me if you can just say out loud?"

"Because I want to. And I am tired. And…because!" Death answered in irritation.

"So, any news?" Fate asked.

Death looked at Fate and nodded.

"How many did you call and what did they say?" Fate inquired.

Death somehow managed to hold the phone between her ear and shoulder so that her hands were free.

She showed nine fingers to Fate who sat just opposite her.

"So, nine. Who did you call?"

Death made an angry face and then managed to look calm before showing anger again.

"Vengeance?"

Death nodded.

"Who else?"

Death put her two fingers in a V shape and brought them close to her mouth before sticking her tongue between them.

"Lust?"

Death nodded again.

Fate managed to get all of them right except for Deception, as Deception reminded her of Death herself.

"And what did they say?"

Death showed one middle finger.

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Fate sighed. She had the same results.

Courage was sick with flu.

Courage my ass, Fate thought angrily.

Kindness was lost in the woods.

What was she doing in the woods anyway? And how the fuck could a goddess get lost in the woods, Fate mused annoyed.

Grace was sleeping and graciously asked not to be disturbed.

Like, what?

Sobriety was doing her school work as well.

Maybe she went to school with Hatred? Neee..Just two bad liars.

Glee was depressed.

Duh?

Serenity was under drugs that kicked in only after Fate told her where to Apparate.

Uhhu, right.

Mirth had laundry day.

Fate had no words to express her anger. Laundry? Must be the first time since she was born, Fate decided.

Equity had bad connection and couldn't hear a thing after the coordinates were given.

Sounded way too familiar.

And Clarity was also under some drugs.

Yeah, right.

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"And what did your camp say?" Death asked in an already mortified voice.

Fate also showed her only one finger-the middle one.

Both Fate and Death sighed as there were only two candidates left.

Equilibration and Sanity were neutral and usually didn't get along with Death or Fate.

Death crawled over to the opposite side of the road and sat near Fate.

"You call Balance," Death shoved the phone into Fate's hands.

With a deep sigh Fate pressed the 'call' button and put the call on the loudspeaker.

"Please no. Not you. What have you done and why should I bother with it?" Balance asked in a bored voice, as if he was talking to a little child that always pissed him off with no reason what so ever.

"It's Fate, not Death," Fate answered gleefully. Seemed like Death annoyed Balance quite often. Then again, who did she NOT annoy?

"Oh, no. Both of you there, in the same place, calling me. I cannot believe my luck!" a mocked reply came from the phone.

Balance- or Equilibration, - as he preferred to be named, was always a major bitch, and therefore no one really wanted to deal with him. It was only in dire circumstances that any of the gods would call him, otherwise everybody- including Fate and Death- preferred to deal on their own.

"We are in some major shit here, and it would be really nice of you to let us know how THE FUCK THAT SHIT ESCAPED HIS CAGE!" towards the end of the sentence Death started to scream.

"Oh. Him. Well, it's only in that realm. He's caged otherwise. So, no worries," a laugh was all they got in reply.

"No worries? You shithead, imagine what would happen if Death and Fate were to receive a permanent membership in his club!" Now it was Fate's turn to bitch. Really, after eighteen moronic gods this one just had to understand the predicament they found themselves in. Morons, all of them.

"Hmm. Well…Emmm…Good point," Balance finally managed to mumble. "My advice- stay away from him and call his sister, she might know what to do".

Fate and Death looked at each other and with another heavy sigh they dialed the last number.

His sister answered immediately.

"I know, I know. Everyone has been calling me for the last hour. How the hell did you manage to get stuck in there with my darling brother on your backs?"

"So they have been calling you? Those fuckers said they were either sick, had parties to attend, or were shitting non-stop," Death replied, annoyed at all their mutual friends. It seemed that even that wretched Malady managed to drag her ass from the toilet seat and stop shitting in order to call Sanity.

"Well, what did you expect? After what happened to Innocence, no one wants to take risks. You are the only unlucky ones," Sanity's answer was explaining it all. "I cannot help you. I can only tell you this- he is alive there only because of the source. It must be the same source that dragged him out of his cell into this realm. Destroy the source and he'll be back in his cage. Good luck!"

Sanity hung up.

Death was beyond pissed- find the source. Easy to say when your butt is not on fire. Plus, they had to help Voldemort and Hermione as well.

Both Fate and Death understood perfectly well that if one of their toys went insane, then they all would be stuck here. Forever.

"Come on," Fate nudged Death, "they will arrive in a couple of minutes. We need to get into the manor before that".

Cursing every god and goddess, Death followed Fate who was now jogging towards the Potter Mansion.

Death thought for a second that maybe not everything was lost- sure, she and Fate had no power here, as well as Hermione. However, since it was Insanity that ruled the place, then their only hope would be Voldemort. He was insane anyway.

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Voldemort stared at Potter's eyes scanning the surface of the boy's brain.

After only a second of Legilimency Voldemort could clearly see that Potter was not only crazy- the boy was totally and completely insane.

Hermione was about to run to Harry when a strong arm curled around her waist, holding her tight.

"It's not the Potter. This one is off the rocker completely. Do not touch him, Hermione," Voldemort whispered to Hermione who was still too shocked to think straight.

Harry Potter then smiled widely at them, before his face turned into a mask of anger.

"Where is my light? We are the Light, so where is it?" he roared at the group of men that had surrounded Voldemort and Hermione upon their arrival.

"I thought he was the Dark Lord, not Light," Hermione whispered into Voldemort's ear. She couldn't understand a thing- Harry was alive, but was a Dark Lord who claimed to be the Light at the same time. How was it possible?

It seemed that Voldemort was reading Hermione's mind as he quietly whispered in reply.

"He's a nutter. He is beyond crazy. I doubt he is even human".

Hermione stared at Harry- well, not her Harry but whatever this was-, in astonishment. If this was a parallel world, then…

"And where are you? Or me?" Hermione managed to ask before a roar was heard and then "Fiendfyre!" accompanied by laughter.

Hermione Granger watched in horror as her best friend- or a clone of his, or whatever he was- put the whole ground on fire using one of the darkest curses.

However, in a second the fire was gone. It just vanished. Harry was drooling on the ground.

What the hell was going on? Hermione kept repeating in her mind while they were led to the manor, leaving a drooling Harry behind. Where the hell had Death sent them to this time?

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Upon entering the manor Voldemort's red eyes shone brightly and his beautiful face was instantly lit up with joy.

"Our Harry seems to be insane, as in in-saaaa-ne. Complete insane. Aaaand," Voldemort started approaching one of the dark corners of the manor, "this domain in not yours, my love".

Who the hell was he talking to, Hermione wondered as she moved closer to him.

Upon seeing the reason for Voldemort's delight, Hermione frowned at first but then beamed at Death who was awkwardly standing in the dark corner.

Seeing Voldemort's maniacal grin that matched Hermione's, Death cursed all her friends, acquaintances and that damn Insanity. Voldemort had the upper hand in this realm and as she heard Fate counting "3, 2 ,1", she knew she was in for a ride.

'That one is going to hurt a lot,' Death thought before extremely powerful Cruciatus coming from Voldemort's wand hit her in the head with full-force.

'Ouchi!'

Death really didn't like this realm even thought she already guessed that both Hermione and, especially, Voldemort seemed to just love it.

Well, they haven't met Insanity yet, Death mused while writhing on the floor under the curse.

The next second all thoughts flew out of her head as Voldemort seemed to have pushed all of his power into the curse.

Fuckers, Death managed to cuss for a second before she screamed.

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Aaand to be continued. In the next chapter we will see Harry, Hermione (actually, two of them), and others. Grins