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Author's Notes – Yes, yes, I'm back! Finally, after much anticipation and waiting, I'm back under a new name and ready to take on the world! After much revising and re-reading, I finally got a basic storyline down that looks OK, it's still in the planning process so go easy on it please. I've been away from writing fanfics for almost 2 years now, I'm hoping that this will lay the foundations to a great story. Reviews are much appreciated.

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Ships are Harry/Tonks and Neville/Hermione, this AU takes place 10 years after the end of DH, but excludes the Epilogue. In this universe, a whole lot more people died in the Battle of Hogwarts, so please keep that in mind. And now, I present to you...

The Fallen

By: DJ Quicksilver

Chapter 1: Nightmares

It was a stormy evening in Number 12, Grimmauld Place. It was a warm September day, about 3 and a half months after the 10th Year Anniversary of the Dark Lord's death, and at 2am most everyone was asleep. That is, until...

"REMUS!"

... that is, until our resident metamorphmagus shot awake from her latest nightmare. She sat up and moved over to the edge of the bed, panting, and wiped the sweat off her forehead before leaning forward, trying to shake off the after-effects of her nightmarish visions. Knowing that sleep would evade her for the rest of the night, she slipped into a nightie and went downstairs to the living room, where she conjured up a fire, sat down on the couch in front, and leaned towards it in search of warmth and comfort. Staring into the orange-read glow of the flames as they burned, she sat back, and reflected.

Nymphadora Tonks was the last of the Tonks' and the Lupins', her husband, son, mother, and father having been killed during the Battle of Hogwarts 10 years ago. It was a brutal battle, and it had taken its toll. Many died that night, and she was not the only one that suffered, of that she was sure. Neville Longbottom had lost his girlfriend, Hannah Abbot due to a stray killing curse. Hermione Granger had lost her best friend/boyfriend, Ron Weasley to a bone shattering curse to the head. Draco Malfoy had lost his mother, Narcissa the previous night to an enraged Voldemort taking out his frustrations. In her opinion, however, none suffered more than the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter. Not only had he lost his best friend through the death of Ron, but he had lost his heart with the death of Ron's sister, Ginny Weasley. Having sacrificed herself to keep Bellatrix Lestrange's Killing Curse from hitting Harry during his stand-off with Voldemort, she alone ensured that Harry would have the time he needed to disarm the Dark Lord, repelling his Avada Kedavra curse back at him, ending his reign permanently, but allowing Bella to escape.

Harry Potter. The name alone brought with it more pain than happy memories at the time. She had first met the boy the summer before his fifth year. Her first impression of him was 'scrawny'. That changed quickly to 'abused orphan', to "Mission Objective", and finally, a little over 2 years later, to 'Just Plain Harry'. During what she dubbed her "Year of Bliss" she had come to know Harry as more than just a job for the old Order of the Phoenix, but rather a charismatic yet slightly depressed/brooding 17 year old with the weight of the world on his shoulders. She could still remember the look on his face when Remus had asked him to be Teddy's godfather, the happiness that shone in his eyes when he accepted. Rumor had it that year that he and his 2 best friends, Ron and Hermione, were out on a top-secret mission for the majority of that year, a mission which culminated into what many historians are calling the bloodiest wizarding conflict of the 20th Century. The Second War had passed, but with it, it carried a heavy toll, and the end of the war wasn't even the beginning.

With Bella being the 2nd in command of the Dark Lord's forces, she quickly filled up the power vacuum that the death of Voldemort created, taking over what was left of his armies and supporters. Unfortunately for Harry, a good number of those supporters were still in key positions in the Ministry, and knowing that they would most probably be out of a job and most probably in prison by the next day, they acted with swiftness and precision to ensure that revenge was served. And so it was that the very next day, in the middle of all the confusion, commotion, and celebration, the corrupted individuals arrested a weak and mourning Harry, sentenced him to life in Azkaban, Britian's wizarding prison, and shipped him off that very night without so much as a whisper. No one found out until the following day.

It took most of that day to fire the majority of the corrupt, and it was only through the filing of this paperwork did Nymphadora Tonks find the written orders for the arrest of Harry James Potter. Quickly as they could, she gathered as many Aurors that she could, explained the situation, and made all due haste to Azkaban to free her friend. However, when they arrived, they received the greatest shock of their lives.

The island was empty.

No guards, no prisoners, and most definitely no Harry Potter. Either Harry was moved to an undisclosed location, or Harry never made it to Azkaban to begin with. The follow-up investigation and manhunt for Harry Potter commenced immediately afterwards. For 5 years they searched, non-stop. Both in Britain, and on the continent. He was never found. Finally, after those 5 years, the Ministry finally declared him dead.

She was so caught up in her memories that she didn't notice her tears until she felt the 'pat-pat' of them dripping on her thigh, soaking right through the negligee and causing her to feel the cool moisture on her skin. Getting up, she headed into the kitchen for a bottle of Odgen's Finest. She felt she was going to need a stiff one tonight. Not that it would matter, she didn't do much now-a-days. Much to her surprise, Harry had left a third of the Black fortune and 12 Grimmauld Place to her late son Teddy. Since neither Ted, nor her husband survived, it all went to her, essentially ensuring that she never had to work a day in her life again.

She stopped that train of thought as she fought back a sob, opened the bottle of Odgen's and took a swing, not even bothering to grab a shot glass. Tonight, she intended to forget, and forget she would.

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It was a quiet evening in cell-block T20 in the magical section of Alcatraz Prison. The majority of the inmates were asleep, while others went about their nightly business of exercise, reading, or trying to grasp at the grapevines for the latest news outside the slammer. There was one though, a young woman, who was absolutely still. Neither sleeping, nor reading, nor exercising, nor gossiping, she was doing something completely out of the norm – meditating.

Gladiators.

That was the one word that she could describe herself and her teammates as. In ancient Rome, Gladiators were slaves-turned-warriors, who fought in tournaments for the hundreds and thousands of spectators that would come to watch, all for the chance to earn their freedom. Well, she was a gladiator, her team was composed of gladiators, and they were about to fight in the grandest of all the modern tournaments.

The Unreal Tournament. Considered the most popular Underground Blood Sport of the 20th century, it is the only known tournament that brought muggles and wizards together in one, epic collision. In the mid-90's the American government started a co-project with it's wizarding counterparts to attempt to merge wizarding magic and muggle technology. After 2 years of intensive research, the results were dramatic. Not only were they able to make muggle devices run off of magic, but they were also able to enhance a device to do and perform things at a level never before heard of. This not only started a movement in the American military, but also in the everyday lives of American witches and wizards.

Of course, it didn't take long before the weapons aspect of this discovery was leaked out as well.

No one knows exactly who it was that started the Tournament, but what most DID know was that, over 10 years later, the tournament was the talk of the streets. Many of the 'organized' crooks in the US had a stake in the Tournament, be it small time bookies, to big time Kingpins. It was a Tournament that attracted 4 kinds of people, be they wizard or muggle:

The poor, looking for an opportunity for fame, glory, and money.

The rich, looking to spend money and catch an adrenaline fix.

The soldiers, looking for a piece of action in times when their country have no need of their service.

The criminals, from those who are locked up for more than 25 years all the way to the ones on Death Row.

She was a criminal. Called the Bombshell for her drop-dead beauty and fascination with explosives, she was the demolition expert of her team. That's another thing about this particular prison – no one knows your real name unless you want to give it. The only times that the identities of others were made public by the Tournament was either when someone somehow died in the Tournament, or somehow won the Tournament. There aren't many on that list, as of yet the Tournament is only a decade old, and yet the fatality list will always be 100 times longer than the winner's list. She knew that if it weren't for her teammates that she would be dead.

A 25 year old muggle lady of Hispanic origin, standing at 5'5, short and curvy brown hair and brown eyes, she was arrested for the cold blooded murder of her father, two uncles, and her grandfather using homemade explosives which she rigged in their rooms while they slept. Of course, the witnesses all 'conveniently forgot' to tell the police that said relatives were trying to take advantage of her in a "not-so-pleasant" manner. Having just turned 18 the previous month and getting sick and tired of being her families sexual toy, she acted in the best way she knew how – big booms. The state provided her with a lawyer, but even with proper representation, the courts still ruled in favor of the prosecutor and she wound up with 50 years of hell in a maximum security cell at Alcatraz Prison. Having heard of the tournament through the grapevine in the slam, she figured that since her life was more or less over and she had nothing left to lose, that she might as well try and fight her way to freedom.

That's when she met them. 3 people who, with her, banded together to form one of the most powerful teams in Tournament History.

Chikujin was a sniper of Japanese origin, 28 years old, 5'8 with long, dark red hair and blood-colored eyes who used to make his living as an assassin-for-hire, both in the wizarding AND muggle world. Having been caught trying to assassinate the powerhouse known as Lucius Malfoy and sentenced to the Dementor's Kiss, he immediately opted out of it in favor of risking his life in the tournament. He is currently the teams 2nd in command.

Max Roswell was a yank. At 38 years old, 6'4, bald, beady black eyes, and at a massive 375 pounds of pure muscle, he was the "tank" of the group. He was a tactical specialist, a former Navy Seal who got a little to 'liberal' with his weapon and took out some friendly targets in Guam, he had entered the tournament for both a chance at freedom from military prison, as well as a chance to get in some action. He had been the teams 'mentor figure', and had imparted to them a lot of wisdom that came with age to those who were given second chances. Unfortunately, as is prone in these blood sports, he died last year when his respawner malfunctioned, leaving Chikujin with the position of Team Tactical Specialist and his firearms to the team leader. That was another thing she never understood: Max's obsession with firearms, an obsession that, it seems, passed on to the last member of the team, and the current subject of her musings.

The last member, and perhaps the most enigmatic of all the others. About 27 years old, black unruly hair, jade green eyes, and the cutest British accent she'd ever heard, he was a walking legend in the tournament. All she knew of him was that he came in with absolutely no name from a wizarding prison in Britain, and that he made his name and set his reputation in the Singles competition known as Deathmatch. For over two years he competed, and for those two years, he remained undefeated. He currently hold the longest killing spree ever recored in singles competition, and is coming close to matching that of Malcolm, the legendary leader of Team Thundercrash. Not only is he undefeated in singles though, he was never fragged, not once in the two years that he'd been competing, earning him the title Unfraggable. What made his legend so unbelievable, however, wasn't the fact that he was never fragged in singles, it was his weapon of choice during his singles competitions – Double Enforcers.

The Enforcer is a standard issue semi-automatic pistol. It had 2 modes, the first one allowing a continuous spray of fire, and the second allowed a small spurt of fire in a short amount of time. Each tournament participant starts off ALL their matches with one, standard issue. This man though, deemed it necessary to hunt down and kill his opponents before they had a chance to find alternative weapons to fight with, earning him their own Enforcer as well. With Double Enforcers, he established his reputation as invincible in Singles, and earned him the nickname The Enforcer. She'd never seen anyone with such a fan-base since Malcolm left the tournament to join the military.

She was interrupted from her musings when she heard the clank of her cell door being unlocked. She looked to the entrance as her favorite guard stood there, eying her before saying "It's time Bombshell, your next match is in an hour. Lets suit you up."

She smirked. "Mmmmm... show time..."

And so that's that for now. Please keep in mind that this is only the intro. I'll be working on this a bit to polish it off as well as working on a few more chapters to see where this goes, I hope to have chapter 2 out either next week or the week after. Cheers guys and gals, till next time.