Summary: It has been five years since the death of Harry Potter and the rise of the Dark Lord. The Ministry has fallen, Hogwarts has been taken over; Muggleborns who couldn't escape in time were taken to concentration camps and never heard of again. Elena Colden is one of the few purebloods who can't stand the new system. After the loss of her two best friends, she wishes everything just never happened. Being the only one so against Voldemort, she is sent back in time on a mission to change the fate of the Wizarding World.

DISCLAIMER: If I was JKRowling I wouldn't be studying my ass off for my exams coming up…

Chapter 1- A Day in the Life

Elena yawned, mumbling incoherently as her alarm rang incessantly. It was times like these she wondered why she had even bothered charming it. She fumbled, half asleep trying to shut the damn thing off. But alas, it refused shut up. Pity she had to be woken up, it had been a rather pleasant dream. She was eleven again, laughing with her two best friends, the twins Camilla and Carmen. It was the Christmas holidays, Elena stayed over at their house and they were up all night, watching muggle moving pictures called movies, teasing each other about their crushes, and drinking a most wonderful drink (if she recalled correctly, it was called coke).

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT I'M UP", Elena yelled frustratingly at the obscene sound. Honestly, if there was one sound she hated more than anything in the world, it was her alarm clock. She sadistically envisioned herself setting the bloody nuisance on fire, before dissolving its ashes in acid; ahh, revenge was sweet.

Elena walked up to the bathroom (surprised it wasn't occupied for once) and splashed her face with water. She surveyed the red-and-gold dormitory, it was empty. For that one brief moment she forgot why that was so, still caught up in her dream world. But then it all came crashing down on her, like a ton of extremely hard, heavy bricks. Of course the dormitory was empty, she thought bitterly. She was the only seventh year Gryffindor witch left in Hogwarts.

In fact, she has been the only Gryffindor witch in her year for four years. At first the loneliness was inevitable. She missed the laughter, the chattering, even the snoring she used to oh so detest. But now there was nothing but silence. She was used to it of course, after four years of silence, isolation and misery, she just ignored it. Instead, she took to music. Yes, you heard right, music. It was the only way she could express her grief, she poured out her soul, her sorrows, her memories, turning them into songs. There was nothing she prized more than her guitar and lyric book. But of course, this was something no one at Hogwarts knew, goodness; she had no idea what they would do to her if they found out? Break her guitar? Burn her lyrics? Elena shuddered at the thought.

She reluctantly pulled on her uniform, didn't even bother brushing her hair (it's not like she cared what people thought of her anyway) and stormed out of the common rooms. Her stomach rumbled and for some reason, she craved chocolate (nothing unusual there.) Thinking she'd settle for some chocolate chip waffles (after all the ones the house elves made were absolutely divine). Suddenly, the scowl she wore so often curved up into a smile as she made her way into the Great hall only to find it…empty?

Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, SHIT.

She looked up at the enchanted ceiling to see the morning sun already up and shining. Bollocks, how long had she been asleep? She was late, for her first day of classes. Brilliant Elena, just bloody brilliant.

Clutching her sling back so it wouldn't bounce as she ran (she hated this), Elena ran to her first lesson, potions. Luckily for her, Professor Slughorn liked her (much to the Slytherins' distaste.) It wouldn't be that bad? At the most she'd get some points docked off- not that she cared… And, then Elena tripped, falling face-flat onto the hard cold dungeon floor. Of course, things just had to be going her way, like they always did.

She was about to get up slowly, when the after-silence of her fall was broken by loud chattering; loud chattering by some very familiar and annoying voices. Potions couldn't have been over could it? Did she honestly wake up that late? Elena realised in horror that she was still on the floor as students rushed out of the darkened room. She quickly scrambled to get up which only resulted in her falling back down, with a very audible thud…Which unfortunately happened to catch the attention of the one, the only…drum roll please…

"Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like you've finally learnt your manners Colden and learnt to bow at our feet like the filth you are", Marquisse Flint drawled in her annoyingly girly voice. Ugh, Elena wanted to strangle her skinny little neck. Oh how she longed to do that.

"I was not bowing down to you", she shot back, getting up to my feet, "I tripped." Marquisse's eyes glinted with glee; the maniacal smile on her face was actually really starting to creep Elena out. "Oh course you would trip, especially on a hard, completely level floor with no bumps"

Oh yeah, well it takes skill to fall on a flat surface, Elena wanted to retort, but she merely rolled her eyes. Damn her and her clumsiness. She turned her back, walking away from the very spawn of evil, and her two blonde, idiotic sidekicks.

"Oh look, poor little Elena running away from the big bad Slytherins. Where's your Gryffindor bravery now huh?" Marquisse yelled out.

Ignore her. Ignore her. Ignore her. Ignore her. Elena repeated the chant in her head; don't get angry come on, she's not worth it…

"You know, it wouldn't hurt if you actually held a brush to your hair. It looks like a haystack, although there's nothing unusual there. I bet even a comb couldn't fix that rat's nest. Isn't it pathetic to know, no matter how hard you try to look good and to be one of us you fail? You're a disgrace to our blood you filthy, blood traitor, no wonder your parents disowned you."

What a low blow. "THAT'S IT", Elena screamed, running up to her, "You insufferable little cow don't you DARE tell me what a disgrace is" She pulled out her wand, jabbing it into the Slytherin's neck.

However she was cut short by a stern voice. "Is something the matter, Miss Colden?" Severus Snape, the kindest, most good-natured, reasonable, not-evil (yes, note obvious sarcasm) headmaster Hogwarts had ever seen walked by. Great, just great, as if Elena's day wasn't getting any worse, "Colden, see me in my office tonight at seven." And with that he walked off.

It was hard not to resist the urge to slap the smirk off Flint's face. (Which Elena surprisingly held knowing her ferocious temper.) Successfully ignoring Marquisse, which she should have done from the beginning, Elena walked into the potions classroom hoping to make up for the lost lesson.

"Ahh, Miss Colden, come in come in", Professor Slughorn said with a chuckle, "I'm afraid you were a bit too late this time, and you missed the lesson."

"My apologies Professor, I slept in a little too late, you know, knowing my nightly activities", Elena couldn't help but add in with a smirk…until she realised who it was she was talking to. Argh, curse her tongue, she really should think before she speaks, she couldn't believe she said that to a teacher, let alone an old man probably in his nineties. Who knows what creepy thoughts would be going on in his head?

The old man, continued chuckling, "Such cheek Miss, especially for a young woman your age. I really should dock off points but I'll make an exception. You know, it was always such a pity you weren't in my house…"

The professor went on, and on, and on, like he did every time he saw her. Impatiently, she stopped him in his ramblings, "Professor, is there perhaps any way I could make up for the lost lesson? If it was anything important?"

"You know Miss Colden, you remind me of a girl I knew a long time ago, you even look just like her, if you ignore some minor differences. No, it can't be possible, my memory's pretty weak and I can't recall…"

Elena tried not to show her impatience on her face, but as Camilla had once told her, she was an open book and even someone as unperceptive as Slughorn could tell. "You can come in this evening Miss Colden, we were doing a review of last year and brewing the Draught of Peace, nothing you could not do"

"Sir, I have to see Professor Snape in the evening." Slughorn laughed, "Ahh, in trouble already are you Miss Colden? Never you mind, I won't take marks off for not completing the potion, go off, enjoy the free period with your friends."

Friends? Elena resisted scoffing. She didn't have any friends. At least, not since she was twelve. She was twelve when she saw her best friend dieand itwasn't right, Camilla was so young, and it was the day before her birthday…

Elena had been twelve years old when the Dark Lord defeated Harry Potter and she remembered it clearly, the memory haunting her forever. She even used to get nightmares, The Dark Lord with his sickeningly pale, snake like face and red stilt eyes. He would reach out; trail one thin finger down her cheek before pointing his wand at her and killing her, just like that; just like he had killed Harry. Elena shuddered. Don't think about that now. Elena shut her eyes, tears threatening to leak out. No, no, don't, you'll only embarrass yourself, especially in front of Slughorn.

She walked out of the room, heading straight for the common room. Why is the world so unfair, why do the good people never win? You read it in books; see it in movies, but in reality? It's nothing but a lie; a big, fat, horrible lie. She hated her life. The only thing she lived for was the hope that someday, this world would change, it would no longer matter how pure you blood was, or how rich or powerful your family… Yeah right, who was she kidding; she was only one of the handful of people who wanted the world to change. The rest were either missing, had run away, were locked up in prison, taken to the concentration camps she'd heard the Slytherins talking excitedly about, or were powerless to do anything. You couldn't correct a world where everyone was against you. If only Elena had one person who believed in justice like her, if only…

She turned a corner, almost reaching the Fat Lady's portrait when she heard a whimper. She turned back to see a group of Slytherin fourth years crowding around a second year Hufflepuff. Elena grimaced. She knew what they were going to do and it was absolutely disgusting.

She walked closer to see the Hufflepuff boy with a blackened eye, a swollen lip with blood trickling down his nose.

"We hope you've learnt you lesson because know this, we're not going to let you off easy next time", and with that, the Slytherins stormed off after seeing her approach.

Cowards.

Elena immediately walked up to the boy sitting on the ground, his face contorted with pain. He probably couldn't get up. In a normal situation she would have taken him straight to the hospital wing, but in the corrupted society they were in, the healer probably wouldn't even treat the boy. "Are you ok?" she asked the small boy, concerned. He gave a weak shake of his head. It was unbelievable, how those cruel, wretched, foul, pathetic excuses of human beings could do this to an innocent child.

"Ok, hold still, I'll fix you up", she pulled her wand out of her pocket, tapped it to the boy's nose. "Episky" Slowly the boy's nose began reforming, and it returned to its original shape. With a couple more well placed spells, she fixed his broken ankle and cleaned up his body, "Here you might want some ice for that eye of yours, not sure I can do much about it, I'm afraid". "Thanks," the boy croaked out, "You're not like the others."

Elena smiled. "I know. Now come on, I'll walk you back to your common room."

Elena walked alone to her next lesson, Defence Against the Dark Arts, the lesson she hated most. She found it ludicrous that they still kept the same name. They were literally teaching the students the Dark Arts. Gave them a good excuse to use the cruciatus on the students, she supposed… claiming that the students were 'meant' to defend themselves… It sickened her. For once in her life, she showed up early. Besides, the only thing that made the class bearable was that she had it with the Hufflepuffs. There was one girl in particular, Janelle Rivers, who was quite pleasant to talk to, when she wasn't cowering like a mouse from Carrow. Speak of the devil. The shy seventh year walked in, taking a seat next to Elena. At first she was too scared to sit next to her, worrying that the professor might hate her for sitting next to someone who was so openly against the blood system. But over time they became pretty good…acquaintances…

"Hi Elena, how were your holidays?" She asked timidly. Elena rolled her eyes. "Oh you know typical, since my parents love me so much, we all took a trip to Italy and spent some real family quality time together."

"Oh, that's great." She replied. Great? GREAT? Was she really that thick? Elena's voice was dripping with sarcasm.

Elena didn't reply as the room was soon filled with students, and unfortunately Professor Carrow. He had taken to hating her ever since she managed to fight off the imperius curse in her fourth year.

"Today, we'll be reviewing the unforgivables." Perfect, Carrow just had to start the year with his favourite topic. It wasn't as if we hadn't 'gone over' them a million times. That 'reviewing' was synonym for 'Watching-sadistically-as-the-pathetic-students-writhe-in-agony-as-they-face-my-wrath'

"Colden, you're up first, come on." Elena walked up to the front, awaiting the pain. She had seen him perform it on other students but never on her, there was no reason he wouldn't do it now.

"Show the class how to perform a Cruciatus." Elena stared blankly. Who was she to perform it on? "Me" he answered as if reading her thoughts. Was he serious? Why would he willingly ask for the cruciatus to be performed on him, a teacher? Either this was an elaborate ploy to embarrass me in front of the class or he could somehow deflect the curse so it landed on me… It was hard to imagine him not having evil ulterior motives.

Elena walked up and stood in front of him, wand at his forehead. She would show him. She mustered up all the hate she had in her and yelled out 'Crucio'. She waited, to see her professor screaming in pain but there was nothing happening.

"Silly, Silly, Silly girl, thought you could actually curse me did you? Thought that you were so smart that you could reduce me, a teacher, into that? For the curse to work you need to mean it, Colden, let me show you an example." In that moment, he truly looked murderous and Elena shut her eyes, waiting for the impact.

"Crucio"

The pain was worse than anything she had experienced. A million needles were being pierced through her skin repeatedly; stabbing at her, harder and harder each time. Her flesh burned and her head threatened to explode. She couldn't bear it anymore. She would rather die. All of a sudden the pain stopped. Elena was a helpless heap on the floor and she hadn't realised she was crying. She hastily wiped her cheeks, leaving her bag and just running straight back to her dormitory, her only sanctuary, her safe haven where no one could disturb her.

It's not fair. It's not fair how I have to suffer after all they've done to me, she buried her head in her pillow trying to stifle her sobs but they didn't stop, Fuck you Voldemort, I truly hope you die the most painful death possible and your body rots in hell.