I know it's been ages and ages since I last put Colossus up. I'd tell you what's been taking up all of my time but I doutb you'd actually want to know. Anyway, here is the first few chapters of Requiem. :)

Klatovy

Protectorate of Bohemia and Moravia

September 9th

1941 A.D.

Nazi SS troops rolled down the street outside in truck whilst others simply stood on street corners, some lighting cigarettes and laughing about something. Probably the Allies poor attempts to fight them off. The laughter could be heard inside the empty inn, where only the sound of a grandfather clock stopped it from being total silence.

The Nazi occupation was of no concern for two of the patrons though. They had business to discuss.

The man had slightly messy shoulder length blond hair and a large heavy trench coat on, whilst the woman, who had received several wolf whistles from Nazi troops, seemed to glow even in the dreariness of the Inn.

"You don't strike me as a very charitable woman," he remarked. He sounded slightly German or maybe Russian.

"I'm not. I have my interests to protect, just as you have yours," she stated.

"And what are your interests?"

"My continued survival of course. It's a very dangerous world."

"Yes it is," he smiled. He had a very handsome look when he was acting friendly, "but you still haven't said what you want in exchange for this information."

"I want assurances," she said simply.

"Assurances?"

"When you come to power, I will remain under your continued protection."

"You also do not strike me as the type of woman that needs protection," he grinned again, "I've heard about your kind."

This time Sophia returned a smile. "If I was all powerful, I wouldn't be here talking to you."

"Maybe this is some kind of trick. A setup. I've heard that your kind can get inside peoples minds without using a wand. I've heard that the Führer himself is very interested in your kind."

"You believe everything you hear?"

"I pay attention to the gossip," he smirked.

"As you should. And what makes you think that I don't have a deal worked out with the Führer already?" she asked.

"It wouldn't surprise me if you did. I know your type. You play all sides for your own benefits," he remarked.

"My benefits? That's where you're wrong. I do nothing for myself."

"Really? I find that hard to believe. Allying yourself with Hitler is proof that -"

"Hitlers regime will fail," she cut him off, "the cracks are already starting to show themselves in his foundations. The Allies will unites and destroy him. But...for the moment, his cooperation is necessary. As is yours."

"So, I'm just a pawn in your grand chess game."

"Actually, I plan to make you a King. When Germany falls and the Allies are exhausted from fighting, you will be in a prime position to take control. All you need is an ace in the hole, so to speak," she said.

"And what ace in the hole can you offer me?"

"What do you know about the Elder Wand?" she smiled.

Grindelwald leaned towards her with his eyes full of excitement. "I think the question is...what do you know about the Elder Wand?"

"Ever heard of the wandmaker, Gregorovitch?" she grinned.

Occupied London

England

June 17th

2023 A.D.

It was hot, which wasn't all that strange considering that this was hell.

The constant cloud cover kept the heat in but it was only during the random cloud breaks that they could step foot on the surface. It was strange to think that those moments when the darkness above would part for an hour or so were the only reason that they were still alive. Without the light from the sun they would have literally had to fight their way through the Horde just on the off chance that they could salvage supplies. Voldemorts power managed to block out the sun ninety-nine percent of the time but every once in a while he'd loose control of the heavens and the sun would creep through. That's why they had to be ready to move at a moments notice.

It was nevertheless eerie being up there. Teddy had made this run almost a hundred times now but it never got any easier. The sounds of scuttling inside the shadows followed by hissing or snarling reminded them that even though they were temporarily protected by the light, they were always being watched.

Then there was the problem of actually finding supplies. In the open they were reasonably safe but venturing into buildings and houses meant risking the darkness. If a very horde had taken shelter inside one of the buildings that they went into, they would have to fight. Gunshots meant noise. Noise meant attention. Attention meant Brimstone.

She was their biggest problem. Unlike the Horde, she had no problem with the light.

With that thought, Teddy glanced up at the skies. She wasn't very subtle. If she made a move, they would know about it, but that didn't make her any less dangerous. Even the Horde were afraid of her.

He looked back at the depot. That was today's target. A drop off point for Sansbury's where massive eighteen wheelers would bring huge loads of food so that it could be distributed through the other supermarkets around London. They hadn't cleared it out just yet.

Unfortunately, a building that big meant a lot of darkness inside. There would almost certainly be a few infected inside.

"What do you think?" Sharon asked.

"I don't know yet," Teddy said simply, "Hugo?"

Hugo didn't bother looking around. He was taking a piss a few feet away from the others. "If we're gonna go we should go now, the lights not gonna last," he said zipping up his fly.

Teddy took another look at the shifting clouds above then back to the depot. It was always so quiet on the surface. No birds, no people, not even much wind. There were no car engines or lights or activity of any kind. Everything electrical was dead. Voldemort had made sure of that. Now the streets were filled with rubbish and debris that had barely moved since the initial invasion. Some of the plants and creepers had managed to continue growing from the small injections of sun light while others had withered and died.

"I don't like it. Mark it on the map, we'll come back when we have more people."

Sharon pulled out a map of London that had several dozen circles and crosses on it. She added another circle over their current possition.

"Pussy," Hugo grunted. He swung his rifle around and started to walk off.

He had been like that for a while now. Always angry and looking for a fight. It's why he volunteered to go on so many salvage runs. He would take just about any opportunity to kill some Horde. They may have lived through the end of the world but that didn't mean that a man couldn't still get his heart broken.

Teddy, Sharon and Mitchell grabbed their gear and followed him, hoping that the other teams had maybe had more luck.

Teddy gripped his rifle tight as he heard some scuffling in the shadows. Since the city was devoid of anything even resembling life, every foreign sound or movement seemed somehow amplified making it a lot easier to spot.

He saw a few humanoid shapes moving around in the darkness of a destroyed shop. The infected would shadow them all the way back to the underground entrance. The poor bastards had lost all of their humanity and most of their intelligence now, reduced to nothing more than zombies with a single minded goal; to infect others. Somehow Voldemorts virus also allowed them to stave off starvation otherwise the entire population would be dead by now.

They were thin and weak but in large numbers were still a very credible threat. But they also hated the light just as much as the Horde did now so as long as the sun was still shining through the clouds, they were safe.

Not far away a few more of them moved around, tracking the group as far as the shadows would allow. Teddy spotted a couple of Hell Cats in there, growling and snarling, waiting for their opportunity to pounce.

Hugo glared at them as he walked. He would love to shoot them dead right there and then, but it would be a waste of ammo.

Suddenly the Hell Cats stopped growling and scuttled away into the darkness. Then the infected did the same.

"They're running," Mitchell breathed.

Horde and infected running away could only mean one thing and none of them had to say it.

"RUN!" Teddy yelled and the group took off.

She had spotted them. She usually sat on a high vantage point and waited for something to give away it's position and they just had. None of them turned around as they bolted down the street.

Then the hideous roar sounded all around them. She was close.

They cut left just as she swooped in for the kill. A wave of napalm erupted around the street, coming so close that Teddy could feel the hairs on his arm being burnt. Even then, none them looked around.

The ground rumbled as she touched down, her wing fingers digging into the street. She let out another thunderous roar and took a deep breath as the group sprinted towards a railway bridge that arched over the street.

"MITCHELL!" Hugo yelled but it was too late.

She had sent out a second wave of fire and he had moved too late. Mitchell was engulfed in flames that wrapped themselves around his body, burning away his cloths and hair. He writhed around screaming for a second before she moved over and closed her jaws around his torso.

Teddy, Sharon and Hugo didn't stop. They shot down towards the side of the railway bridge, heading for a small metal door.

Hugo got their first and wrenched it open as quickly as he could. Teddy and Sharon were right behind him and bolted through. Hugo quickly move through and slammed the door behind him but not before glancing at the armored beast in front of him. She was enormous, even for an Ironbelly. She must have weighed over eight tonnes.

He didn't savor the image. He slammed and locked the door, and joined the others in rushing down the dark, narrow, pipe filled corridor just in case she decided to try and smash through.

No one knew how she had gotten infected and they really didn't care. Whether it was an accident or Voldemort actually choosing her to be his pet made no difference. When she turned up, you ran for your life or you die. It was that simple.

They stopped next to a ladder at the end of the corridor and panted, trying to catch their breath. When fear grips your body, you often forget just how much energy to expend. The adrenaline takes over and you only realize how exhausted you are once you stop.

Hugo booted one of the pipes in anger.

They didn't speak as climbed down the ladder, leading them into a second, similar corridor with yet another ladder at the end of it. It took almost twenty minutes to reach the tunnels that led them to their safe haven, if it could be called that.

They were all angry about loosing Mitchell, but they wouldn't grieve. They had made a silent pact to shed their tears for the dead once this was all over. If it ever would be over that is.

All the members of the resistance had adapted to the new, much darker world. Now they would simply focus on the rage instead of thinking about the pain. Anger was much more useful than despair or sadness. Ever person they lost simply made them fight harder.

They moved through the cold tunnels that ran beneath the London underground. They had been built during and used as air raid shelters during World War II then closed up in favor of newer, safer ones. It was a veritable labyrinth down there, but they had made this journey so many times that they could find their way back with their eyes closed.

They froze on the spot as the sound of a rifle being cocked echoed around them.

"Who played Private Flanagan in the Longest Day?" a voice from the shadows asked.

"Sean Connery," Sharon answered.

Two men, Baz and Marco, with rifles stepped out and lowered their weapons. It was always a question about movies or music or football teams or some other little tidbit of Muggle information that a Death Eater would have no idea about.

"Where's Mitchell?" Baz asked.

"Which piece?" Hugo huffed and pushed past them.

"Brimstone?"

"How did you guess?" Teddy sighed.

The five of them continued down the dark tunnels until they came to a large cast iron door. It whined as they opened it and stepped through. This led to yet another dark corridor but this one didn't have any pipes in it. Just a dead end.

Marco pulled a wand from his pocket and waved it towards the wall. The dead end then shifted and changed into a massive, solid metal door that looked like some kind of bank vault. The sound of several heavy locked clicking open was heard before the door slowly opened.

There were more men with guns waiting on the other side. The sound of hundreds of people, moving around and talking swept out from behind the door. Teddy and the others stepped through the entrance.

"Close it up. The others are already back," Baz said, stepping through.

On the other side of the door was a small tunnel that lead to a sort of balcony with a ladder attached to it. Twenty feet under the ladder was the actually floor of the main hall. It was bright inside. The entire place was lit up by powerful flood lights that were being bounced off the roof. It was packed with over four thousand people from every walk of life.

There were Anomalies, Muggles, Wizards, House Elves, Goblin's, men, women and children of every age. The entire hall had been converted into a make-shift refugee camp with small areas designated for people. Using salvaged parts and scrap, many of the had made roofs and walls to divide their section for others. They had beds or hammocks, shelves and some even had coat stands.

In the center of the hall was the almighty stone statue of Illyria, the supposed goddess of magic. It was still hard to believe that the place that was once the headquarters for the organization responsible for almost exterminated Anomalies was now place of safety for thousands of people.

Teddy and the others climbed down the ladder and was met by Scott, their resident receptionist who was holding a clipboard. He had some kind of compulsive disorder about keeping records and files of everything. He marked down the times that people left the Temple and arrived back, how much stuff they brought in, areas that they had covered and just about everything else that could be filed away as if they would one day have to show it to management or something. It seemed to be his way of dealing with the pain.

"Only three of you?" he asked.

Teddy nodded.

Scott sighed as he jotted down the information. He did actually have a tally of the Temples population and would corrected every time someone was killed or survivors were found. Of course, they didn't find survivors much these days.

Teddy, Sharon and Hugo slouched their way past him and over to a table that was the designated area for unloading supplies. Sharon unloaded one of her bags and piled the stuff together.

"Two cans of peaches. One tin of vegetable soup. Three boxes of Tampons, the ladies will be happy," Scott said absently as he marked down what they had.

Teddy pulled a few rolls of kitchen towels from his bag and two tins of beans and placed them on the table.

"Is that a bear?" Hugo asked looking perplexed.

Across the hall, the Bobs and three other resistances members were dragging a large lump of brown fur across the floor that did indeed resemble a bear.

"Oh, yes, they found him over in Islington," Scott said.

"Can you eat bear?"

"I don't see why not. Skin it and throw it into a nice stew or something. I doubt anyone will complain," he said writing a few notes down, "this isn't much. We're going to have to cut rations again."

Scott finished writing then walked off to what he would probably describe as his office. He was right. They had hoped to find more than a few tins of food and tampons. It was a good thing that The Bobs had managed to snag the bear, otherwise they'd have a lot of hungry people of their hands. Animals were always a bonus. Anything that could fly had left the island long ago but the land animals were just as stuck as the resistance.

For some reason, both the Horde and the infected ignored animals. They had no idea why. Only Brimstone would attack them, but then, she would attack just about anything.

Teddy grabbed his bag and made his was through refugee area which they had named Slumville. He received a few waves and smiles as he went. A lot of people looked at him as the leader of the resistance when in actual fact, he would have done just about anything to avoid the responsibility of it.

He turned off and walked down a corridor that led to what used to be the Holding Cells. Now they were rooms for a few of the earliest members of the resistance.

Her door was open but he knocked anyway. She didn't turn around or say anything so he entered.

She was sitting at small desk that had a lamp on it. In front of her was a open book with blank pages.

"Snagged ya a tin of extra hot chilly. Don't tell Scott," Teddy said, pull the tin that he had hidden from his bag, "can't see how you like this stuff."

"Thanks," she said quietly, "lose anyone?"

Somehow she always knew.

"Yeah...Mitchell."

"That's too bad."

It was worrying just how detached she was becoming. She had always been so strong at the beginning, but now, she seemed to be loosing the will to keep flighting.

"What are you writing?"

"Nothing yet."

Teddy looked around awkwardly. He was trying to find a way to make conversation or give her reassurance but nothing was coming to him.

"The Bobs killed a bear."

"I heard."

"I -"

"I'm fine Teddy. Go and see your wife," she interrupted. She really wasn't in a talking mood.

Teddy shuffled out of her room quickly.

She stared at the blank page in front of her, wondering where to begin. About six minutes later she picked up the pen and started writing.

My name is Lily Luna Potter and I'm writing this journal because I honestly don't think that I'm going to survive this war. Knowledge is our greatest alley now so when I'm dead, it'll be up to who ever reads this to continue you where I leave off. I suppose I should start at the beginning...