Hazbin Hotel/Harry Potter : Ava goes to Hogwarts!!

Tell the truth!

Once the two made it back to the great hall Ron and Hermione had immediately pulled them away from the others and began interrogating them. Ava and Orion barely had enough time to grab a slice of cake before they were picked up by Ron like a sack of potatoes.

Ava squirmed in Ron's grip, but it was more out of annoyance than struggle. "Put me down, Weasley!" she snapped, her tiny feet kicking as she held her cake. Orion let out a pitiful yip, clearly sharing her discomfort.

Ron grinned sheepishly but didn't release her until they reached an empty hallway. "Sorry, but we need answers. What happened in Dumbledore's office? That woman. Your aunt was right, scary. Harry looked as if he was marching to his death."

Harry, who had been walking alongside Hermione, crossed his arms defensively. "I'm fine," he muttered, though the uneasy look on his face told a different story.

Ava sighed as she smoothed her dress and gave Ron a glare before addressing them all. "What happened was simple. We talked about our deal. And he lied!"

"Wait, what do you mean he lied? What did he lie about?" Hermione asked. She had been silent until now, but her curiosity finally won.

"He lied about what he gave up." Ava pouted, Harry gave her a warning look but the young demon was undeterred. She wasn't going to lie. He made her look like a bad person to teachers.

"What do you mean?" Ron questioned.

Harry shifted uncomfortably, glancing between Ron, Hermione, and Ava. "It's not important," he said, voice low, clearly hoping to brush off the topic. He didn't know how his friends would react to the news of him having a piece of Voldemort's soul in his head. But Ava wasn't having it.

"Not important?" she shot back, her voice rising slightly. "You told the teacher's that I was taking your soul! Now they're all going to look at me and try to make sure I don't kill you! Which I wouldn't! It's not even part of our deal. You lied, Harry! To everyone. Even the headmaster. He didn't like it."

Hermione's eyes narrowed, her sharp mind already piecing things together. "Harry, what did you give up?"

Ron and Harry both winced at her tone, which was the perfect mix of disappointment and worry.

"Nothing." Harry huffed, looking away from his friend. He didn't want to meet their eyes.

"It's okay mate, you can tell us. We won't judge you. I can promise you that." Ron replied, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"But it's-"

"Nothing? Harry, you've already admitted that you didn't mean to summon her, and she didn't want to take your soul. What could possibly be more valuable than that? It's not like you have much, Harry. No offense, but your situation is rather dire." Hermione added, her lips drawn in a thin line.

"I-I..." Harry stammered before letting out a sigh. "Fine. Remember when I told you that during the summer my scar hurt. Well, when it hurt, I would hear a voice."

"What are you saying?" Hermione asked.

"Voldemort's soul. It was left inside me when I survived his attack. And well, I offered it to Ava. For protection."

"What?!" Hermione shrieked, drawing the attention of some students. She flushed and cleared her throat before continuing. "Harry. That's absolutely something you should tell Professor Dumbledor!"

"There's no way he would let you keep a piece of you-know-who's soul in you! Especially since we don't know how dangerous it could be. Ava is absolutely doing you a favor by removing it." Ron agreed, looking around to make sure no one heard the name.