Been playing with this idea for a while, thought I'd try it out! Reviews/PMs welcome.
I don't own anything! Here we go…
In a world where Voldemort succeeded, Harry Potter is in hiding and new discoveries have been made. To create a supergroup of people like him, Voldemort has started a raffle to marry off the pureblood eligible bachelors and bachelorettes. It would obviously be a waste to have them breed with regular muggles though; the chance of a magic child wouldn't be as high as that of two magical parents. The closest thing is a pureblood and a mudblood. It also keeps the mudbloods in line to stop them rebelling against the new laws.
"I can't believe we fought a war for this Narcissa. I really can't." Lucius grumbled, affixing his tie. "Draco isn't happy about it. I am not happy about it!"
"There is nothing that can be done. Draco just needs to do his duty and deliver at least one child to the Dark Lord and then he can move on with his life." Narcissa muttered as she smoothed down her dress.
"I think it's a stupid idea." Draco moaned from the corner of the room and his mother shot him a look.
"Do not let the Dark Lord hear you talking like that! I would rather you lay with a mudblood for the rest of your life than have you killed before me!" Narcissa said in a raised tone. Draco just shook his head, it was fine for them, they didn't have to partake in these stupid arranged marriages and they never would have too. Lucius checked his pocket watch, before sighing.
"It's time to go; the Dark Lord is expecting us." Narcissa nodded, before apparating, but Lucius knew to grab Draco before apparating, half expecting him to run off. They arrived outside the large doors at Hogwarts, which were now engraved with large entwined snakes. Everyone seemed to be turning up at the same time in their best dress robes and dresses. It was a farce.
Entering the great hall, there were house elves running everywhere on menial tasks and every footstep rang out against the hall. Voldemort was stood at the top of the hall, the triwizard cup next to him, which he was using to raffle off mudbloods to purebloods. Draco had seen other people raffled off like this and knew the protocol. All the purebloods that were present were to line up; their parents would wait along the side of the hallway. The twiwizard cup would spit out the name of a present pureblood, that pureblood would step forward. The triwizard cup would then spit out the mudblood they would be matched with, and the mudblood would be summoned. When the ceremony was over, the pureblood would take the mudblood home with them, clean them up and teach them to be obedient. The final part of the ceremony would be to attend a ball shortly afterwards and it is then the unbreakable oaths would be made.
"Welcome." Voldemort smiled, his hands outstretched as the purebloods were lined up in front of him. "Should we begin our little party?" He waved his hand over the cup and Draco's heart fell into his stomach, he was nervous and scared.
"To start us off…Mr Marcus Flint." Voldemort smiled, ushering Flint to step forward. Draco could tell by looking at him that Flint wasn't too bothered about having to marry a mudblood, as long as he was getting a girl he'd be fine. "Penelope Clearwater!" Voldemort announced, and a pair of house elves rushed off. "What a pretty name for such a foul being." Voldemort smiled, disintegrating the paper with his fingertips. The elves apparated next to Voldemort, a thin girl held up between them. She looked like she'd been starved, she was wearing similar to the house-elves and her blonde hair was dirty. She was thrust at Flint, who happily led her over to one side where his parents stood. "Nice to see someone so accepting of their duty!"
"Next! We have…Mr Gregory Goyle." Goyle stepped forward, his face was as white as a sheet, and he clearly was uncomfortable. "Rebecca Lovington!" Another girl was dragged forth by the house-elves, she looked in her late 20s – it seemed Voldemort was taking mudbloods from everywhere in the wizarding world not just from the war to create his "master race". Goyle and the girl walked over to the side with equally pale faces.
"Daphne Greengrass." She nervously walked towards Voldemort; the room was so quiet that you could hear her dress skating across the floor. "Justin Finch-Fletchley!" The elves brought out the boy, and he didn't even look recognisable to Draco anymore. His face was gaunt and he looked completely broken. Daphne had to practically carry him over to her parents. Voldemort looked like he was well and truly enjoying himself.
"Ernie Macmillan!" He was the only non-Slytherin pureblood here, who knows what had happened to the Weasleys and Longbottom. He stumbled forth, looking completely terrified in the Dark Lord's presence. Voldemort practically laughed in his face. "Nina Miller!" A look of relief washed over Ernie's face as he recognised the name of his fellow Ravenclaw. She was brought forth and the tears were pouring down her face. Ernie played it off, dragging her towards his parents. Clever guy – he probably knew Voldemort would have taken Nina away from him if he had any idea that they were in a relationship whilst at school.
"Millicent Bulstrode." She strode forward aggressively, in her bulky dress. Voldemort looked highly amused. "Derek Creevey!" Voldemort burst out laughing when the tiny boy was given to the gigantic girl, it just looked so wrong. He kept up the laughter that echoed around the hall until she'd reached her parents before composing himself.
"Theodore Nott." Voldemort called and the boy walked forward, determined. "Rosa Turner." Draco recognised the name but not the face when she was brought forth, he probably would have if she hadn't been starved to the point her cheeks were hollow. Theodore complied with the rules, taking her towards his parents. She nearly collapsed on the way, but he held her firm.
"Pansy Parkinson." Draco felt his eyes roll as Pansy stormed forth, her eyes full of hell. She was probably just about as disgusted as Draco was with this process, but stupid enough to make it obvious. She stood pouting in front of Voldemort, but it didn't look like Voldemort cared. "Donaghan Tremlett!" Pansy looked like she was going to faint. She probably didn't know that one of the Weird Sisters had been held for being a mudblood but she looked well and truly ecstatic to have a 'rockstar' for a husband – regardless his blood purity. He was brought forth and the skinny look seemed to suit him. Pansy almost pounced on him and Draco saw that all too familiar look of 'kill me' written all over his face.
"Draco Malfoy. The last of our purebloods today." Voldemort smiled directly at Lucius smugly, as Draco stepped forward. He took a deep breath and hoped for the best. "Hermione Granger." Draco's heart stopped. He was kidding right? Draco was sure his Aunt Bellatrix had killed her. A pack of six elves brought her forward. She was screaming her head off, and struggling against them, her curly hair swinging wildly around her head. Draco couldn't believe it. Granger had gone mad. Voldemort quickly dealt with the situation, stunning her, before throwing her at Draco. Thankfully he caught her.
"I'm bored now. Go home. Domesticate. Report back for the Oath Ceremony. That's all." Voldemort muttered, waving his hand in dismissal. No one needed to be told twice. The air was filled with loud pops as everyone apparated.
Songs I listened to for this piece:
Lux Aeterna – Clint Mansell
Torture – Les Friction
Over My Head – The Fray
Night of the Hunter – Thirty Seconds to Mars.