R.I.P. Harry Potter

Oop

[Schist I completely forgot abt this SORRY: but if somehow you're still reading this let's do this]

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TRIGGER WARNING: Nothing really. Just a tiny gross sentence involving organs and being strangled to death.

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Harry screamed in pain as he tripped over a sword. Again. This was his eternal punishment, he thought miserably.  

Everyone else's punishments were much better. There was always something new for him. Sometimes, he'd fall in the styx without the benefits. Other times, his own organs would spill out and strangle him , as if they were alive, as if he'd done anything wrong to them. 

This time he tripped on a sword, which cut off a few of his toes, and scratched him along the leg. He sat down, and pressed his hands around the wound, trying to make himself feel better.

He had only criticised a few 'demigods'. And yet his punishment was so severe.. It wasn't fair, he thought bitterly. 

He could hear the grunts of pain from everyone else, but that didn't matter to him. They'd been punished fairly; he wasn't.

"Just because that di Angelo idiot was a son of Hades," He muttered. He remembered the day when he was visited by him. He said he had forgiven him, but he obviously hadn't. 

Otherwise he would have been free. He wouldn't have still been in this twisted version of hell.

But... Nothing was going to happen now. There wasn't even a chance that one of those demigods would help him. Not even his own friends.

Because this was a 100 years after he died.

[oKay, that was sucky. But- if anyone bothers to see this- pls comment if you would like to make an appearance in the next chapter. And maybe- just maybe, I could make idiots like Octavian, Gabe, etc. suffer more.]

*Yeeting Out*