Harry lay on the floor as still as he possibly could manage, barely breathing, just listening.
"Is he dead?"Voldemort's voice rang out. No one replied and he repeated the question, louder, angry."Is he dead?"
There was some commotion as one of the Death Eaters finally reacted, pushing past his peers and kneeling next to Harry.
Rough, calloused hands grabbed him by the neck, finding his pulse."No, my lord,"the voice was close to him, stunnend, and Harry opened his eyes because really, what use was it? Rabastan Lestrange stared down at him for a few more seconds before turning to look at Voldemort, his grip on Harry's throat still strong."He's alive."
The Dark Lord's magic washed over the clearing as he let out a shout of fury, but he quickly calmed himself, stepping towards Harry as Lestrange dragged him to his feet."You just won't die like everyone else, Potter, will you? I've had it with you."
His usually cold eyes held something akin to amusement as he held out a hand behind him, his gaze never leaving Harry's face."Your knife, Bellatrix."
.
Once the Boy Who Lived became the Boy Who Died A Horrible Death, Voldemort and his army marched onto Hogwarts, Potter's mangled body waving over them like a banner.
Filled with an unparalled anger at having to restore to such Muggle means to kill the boy, the Dark Lord did not feel festive.
He had Nagini safe-guarded in a magic bubble, not foolish enough to bring his last Horcrux with him towards Potter's allies ungarded. Bellatrix was instructed to remain by his side at all times, to protect the snake, he told both her and himself.
The Longbottom boy tried to put up a fight and learned exactly what his parents had faced so many years ago.
After that, the Battle of Hogwarts quickly escalated into a massacre and came to an abrupt halt as Lord Voldemort decided that enough magical blood had been shed.
This time, they could not take his offer of a complete surrender fast enough, what with Greyback tearing out throat after throat and all three Lestranges catching up on fourteen years worth of torturing their lessers.
Now that the British Wizarding world was firmly in his hand, he could move on to the rest of Europe.
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So I've had this idea for a while... It'll be a combination of Voldemort wins AU and Marriage Law fic, so there will be ample amounts of gruesomeness with some fluff lovingly sprinkled on top.
Still not 100% certain what the main focus will be, sorry.
