I think it's fairly obvious I don't own Harry Potter, so time to say: Harry Potter is an intellectual property owned by Joanne (JK) Rowling and Licensed by Warner Bros

Author's Note: I've had an idea at the back of my head that I felt spurred to write about about so I decided to write my first fanfic. We hear and see muggleborns being rounded up and imprisoned in Azkaban in the Deathly Hallows but we never find out more than that, so here's what I believed happened because war is brutal and genocide is more so.

For Here Lies Evil

Since they day I stepped into this world I was warned of the horror that lay here but no sane mind could imagine, could conceive of the true terror that this isolated rock holds.

For the terror here is of the most twisted and cruel terror, for here lies evil.

Since they pulled us from the store I have been surrounded by those beasts, surrounded by those monsters. They pull on your soul and seem to eat at it until there is nothing left but a husk of a being, capable of nothing but succumbing to the misery.

And that fate pales to that of those from who they feed.

When we arrived here I had expected pain, confinement, misery, this surpassed what my mind was capable of. Not only were we treated as prisoners, we were treated as the lowest of the low, below human, below even the animal. Everyone from the warden to the cook, from the lowest of petty thieves to the most broken of murderers were given us to do with as the please.

And as those of us left were herded through the half-empty prison we were told that there was little space left and what space they had we were unworthy of.

And so, with that we were packed like sardines into a fenced of area rock with but thin tarps formed into tents for shelter and wooden boxes the size of a coffee table shared between two, sometimes three, as beds.

On the first night the cockroaches crawled and nested around every part of our bodies, on the second night the rats started to nibble at peoples feet but the worst came on the third night when the beasts were allowed to move among us, taking those of which the wished to use to ease their hunger.

That morning we were given our first rations, decaying birds shot down by the guards at target practice, and sent to work in projects to humiliate us, for days at a time we're forced to work on statues and monuments to our captors that would take someone with magic minutes.

And while we are given the most meager of rations if someone so much as pauses, be it from exhaustion or hunger or even just to catch breath, they are pulled from sight and never seen again, likely pulled to the enforcers offices to be a new "training dummy".

But all I can think about is Lily, my sweet darling little girl. The image of her being dragged away for "personal use" by one of that "Lord's" "men", is perpetually frozen in my mind.

So no matter how hard it is not to fall to the cold, I must persist. For when this tyranny ends, if it ever does, someone must be there for her.

*Author's Note: Thanks for reading, all reviews are welcome and follow me if your interested in my future ideas

P.S. I think Lily would become popular girls name after 1981, especially with muggleborns