A/N: Well, this came to me as the idea of an alternate universe where everything is yours to play with. So here's my version of an AU fic. It will be written as a series of one-shots I should think...

Central Characters: Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Romilda Vane, Padma Patil, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Ariana Dumbledore, Lord Voldemort

Disclaimer: All characters, places and all other things to do with Harry Potter belong to JK Rowling. But I bet you already knew that...

NOTE: This story is set in a world where Ariana Dumbledore never died and her brother, Albus, got pulled into the dark arts. This is set in a world where Hogwarts is under the control of Voldemort's second-in-command. So, as you can imagine, our heros grew up in quite an unusual setting...

Also Note: Coming up with this story was easy: I got a list of all the HP characters and put them into a random generator. I then picked a role- example, 'Death Eater'- and generated a name. If the answer was a student, I would then generate their house. Simple, really.

Detention Night

September '96

In the Detention Room there was a fire, and this fire was good for sitting around whilst you waited. On a particulary cold Monday morning, a week after the school year commenced on September first, the room was jam-packed. About fifty students from first through seventh year were stood, sat and lounging around, most trying to get as close to the fire as possible. The teachers cared none at all for the well-being of their students, and so the room was bitterly cold.

Closest to the fire were three students the population of Hogwarts knew quite well: Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood. The three sixth-year Gryffindors were famous throughout the school, known to many as 'The Golden Trio'.

Harry Potter was the son of a Death Eater and a muggle-born witch. Harry's father had tried to kill the boy on the Dark Lord's orders, but had been stopped by his wife, whom he had slain. He had tried to kill the boy, too, but the moment the curse had hit him it had rebounded, and James Potter had almost been hit. Many a Death Eater had tried to kill the boy, but found themselves unable. No-one knew exactly why.

Neville Longbottom was the grandson of their transfiguration professor, Augusta Longbottom. His parents had gone missing shortly after The Dark Lord had taken over Britain, and so he had been raised within the walls of Hogwarts by his Gran.

Luna Lovegood was also the daughter of a professor- of their Defence professor, in fact, one Xenophillius Lovegood. Her mother was a crippled woman who worked on the grounds. The family was nice enough, and many found themselves going to Rose- Luna's mother- for advice.

Luna and Neville had been friends for as long as they could remember, being almost the same age and both being the only kids who lived permanantly at Hogwarts. Harry had joined as their friend later, in first year, when- rumour had it- Dumbledore had murdured a student with a Secrecy Sensor.

The great thing about the Golden Triop was, to most of the school, the amazing stories they could tell. The three openly opposed the Dark Lord, though no-one dared touch them, not even Dumbledore. Which was odd, after all, with him being the headmaster.

Not far from where the Golden Trio sat was a sobbing girl with long, fiery locks. Her name was Ginny Weasley, and she was a year younger than the Golden Trio. The tie around her neck proclaimed her a Slytherin, despite her emotional state, because, as everyone knows, a Slytherin never lets anyone see them cry.

In the corner of the room, as far from the Golden Trio as you could get, stood three girls, all shivering and sending dirty looks at the three their names were Romilda Vane, Padma Patil, and Hermione Granger, and they were often described as the Trio's worst enemies. The three Slytherins were obviously not very pleased to be in the room.

"Granger, Hermione," called a voice; the students turned to see Professor Rookwood stood at the wide archway into the room. The Slytherin girl scowled, shook herself, and walked out of the room with a cold air about her, sending one last look at the golden trio over her shoulder.

After the two had left the room the general chatter continued. Nobody looked at the doorway if they could help it. On detention nights, it wasn't a pleasent sight.

Soon Professor Rookwood returned. "Longbottom, Neville," he called, and by the fire, Neville stood.

"See you back in the common room," he told his friends grimly, and they wished him look. Stiffly, Neville walked over to the door and out into the corridor. The students chatted once more, though the air was increasingly uncomfortable now. Nobody wanted the Professor to return, but he came soon enough.

"Lovegood, Luna."

Luna stood, her lip quivering. She took a deep breath and steadied herself, picking her way through the crowd to the door. Upon reaching the archway she raised her hand to Harry, who mirrored the gesture, before leaving the room.

Harry Potter sat alone by the fire, staring into the depths of it. No matter how hot the flames got, he still felt cold, and oddly numb. Soon enough Professor Rookwood returned, and he, unlike the others, refused to turn around.

"Patil, Padma," he heard the name called, and tried dreadfully hard not to gulp. Next time, it was his turn.

"Potter, Harry," he heard his name called, and stood, trying not to let his fear obvious. However, it must have been evident in his eyes. The staff had been told to be harder on him than anyone else, because of his 'blatant show of rebellion.' That was the punishment for not supporting Death Eaters, and it wasn't a good one.

He reached the metal door and Professor Rookwood held it open for him. He nodded his thanks to the man and stepped inside. The door swung shut behind him.

The Gryffindor common room was quiet. In their usual shadowy echoed sat Neville and Luna, each shaking, each sore, and each worried. They exchanged a glance, the smae thing on their mind: where was Harry?

Suddenly the portrait swung open and in limped Harry. He looked awful- but then, after detention, he almost always did. His eyes were hollow, his face dull, his movements slow and painful. He slumped down in teh seat next to them, his eyes closed.

"Harry mate, you alright?" Neville asked worriedly.

"Mmm-hmm," Harry replied. Luna sighed, jumping to her feet.

"I'm going to bed," she proclaimed. "Goodnight Neville. Goodnight Harry."

"Goodnight," her best friends chorused. Then the blonde turned and stalked from the room, tears leaking from her eyes.

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