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When Freak opened his eyes he noticed he could see. Freak couldn't normally see good even with the glasses Aunt Petunia got for him from a car boot that cost him two days of food.
Freak was confused, he couldn't read. So all the signs didn't make sense. But he knows he died, he wasn't hurting anymore. Everyone told him freaks like him go to hell. So he better go. He couldn't disturb the good people at the desks. They were busy and freaks shouldn't talk to good hard-working people.
He followed the mean-looking people. He saw one from the news he died last month, he burnt down the flat of a young mum and two small children. His uncle Vernon said the foreign filth deserved it. And he meant the family, not the man.
The line was long but Freak was patient. He once waited two days for food because the Dersleys went on a weekend trip to Skegness.
When it was his turn the person? In front of him was red. He was big and wore a tight-fitting black jumper with a rolled-up neck.
"Hello, can you tell Freak where Freak is meant to go?"
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It was a normal day, well as normal as it gets when the B team talks over the Hellp desk for the amazing women and shark that normally ran it. Bel, Greg, Beatrice, Frank, and Ernest. Who knew that the Catholics and Protestants were named Frank and Ernest?
So far they had dealt with the normal kind of Souls that came to the Hellp desk. Karens whatever the male version was. Sickos the Greg was looking forward to torturing later on. A delivery of books for the girls. A couple of lost Souls, one looking for Hel and another for The Void.
Greg was just going to get lunch for the group when his next Soul came up.
"Hello, can you tell Freak where Freak is meant to go?"
It was a child, a tiny child. A tiny child with big green eyes and messy black hair.
By instinct, he read the child's file that appeared on his desk.
Name: Harry James Potter
Age: 4 5 month
Destination: Paradise
Course of death: deliberately beaten to death by maternal Aunt's husband.
Beaten to death.
Sins: none
Sins committed against:
Attempt murder: Tom Movlo Riddle: age 1 year 3 months.
Molestation: Vernon Dursley: age from age 1 year 3 months to 4 years 5 months
Child neglect: Petunia Dursley, Vernon Dursley, Arabella Fig, Marjorie Dursley. age from age 1 year 3 months to 4 years 5 months
Starvation: Petunia Dursley, Vernon Dursley age from age 1 year 3 months to 4 years 5 months
Physical abuse(excluding sexual): Petunia Dursley, Vernon Dursley: age 2 to 4 years 5 months.
Verbal abuse: Petunia Dursley, Vernon Dursley: age 2 to 4 years 5 months.
And this was just an overview if he wanted he could see exactly what happened every single time these were just the most significant categories. He knew from how the files were formed confinement was also a significant thing that happened to the child but that was under neglect in how things were organised.
"It seems you're in the wrong place. You're meant to go to Paradise."
"No, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia and everyone else say I'm going to hell."
How could they do this to a child? He was going to change this child's abusers. (He was not giving them the title of relative.) To their own pocket dimension on his floor. He hated child abusers.
He could vaguely hear the soul in Bel's line if he went to level 2 for therapy could he beat up the child's abusers?
Bel quickly agreed before finding a piece of paper and writing that anyone going to levels 1 and 2 if they completed treatment could beat up animal/child abusers/murderers. And closing the help desk.
Beatrice the lovely woman managed to get the child… Harry to follow the group into the break room.
After getting Harry settled on a chair in the break Room Beatrice started asking him questions.
"Now sweetheart what makes you think you need to be here"
"Aunt Petunia said I'm a bad freak that killed my parents. I can't do anything right."
"Well, I have your file right here. It says the exact opposite. You are a very good boy."
"But Aunt Petunia said"
"Your aunt Petunia fed rat poison-laced cakes to a family of immigrants. She got off because the policeman in charge of the case was a friend of your uncle. I wouldn't trust what she says"
"Eerm Greg, I don't think a child should know that."
"Is that why Ifa and his family went away? Freak liked Ifa, he was pretty. He was nice to Freak."
"Would it be wrong to tell Dante and his friends that they're free to mess with his … Family."
"Unfortunately"
"They also have a young child"
"It wouldn't really be fair on him"
"But by the looks of it, he's on his way to Greg's level already"
"If he dies now he's a solid 2. The only thing keeping him there is his age"
"Frank, Ernest could you stop switching who's talking every sentence."
"Sorry Beatrice, still in work mode it annoys the souls doing that."
"I just looked up Harry's parents, they're both in Valhalla. Wait, MAGIC REAL?"
"Yh. Oh, we forgot to tell you. Yes, magic is real. Magic folk normally switch to more magic tolerance religions if they come from non-magic families. So we rarely have to deal with them. If we do it's because they belong on level 9 with a personal torturer. We have a list of them were waiting for to die"
"Magics not real Uncle Vernon said so."
"Your Uncle is stupid. After all, he's mean to you. Only bad people are mean to children If they're adults."
"But Freaks not a child, Freaks an abomination."
There was a group of gasps coming from the break room door. The girls were back. And Greg wasn't sure if they were going to cry or find a way to get Harry's family to hell early.