Summary: The final battle finished two years ago, and the worst has come for all the survivors. Harry Potter has died, leaving Voldemort to take over the wizarding world. The Ministry of Magic is gone, merely a memory to all those who ever knew of it, and Hogwarts is now a pile of stones, forgotten in the chaos and fear. Anyone bellow a Pureblood rank are enslaved, killed, or left on the streets to fend for themselves. But when Voldemort captures one girl in particular he realizes that she could be the key to one very important mission: producing an heir. The girl is powerful, and lives a life of lies and mystery, and when tragedy befalls her and she becomes pregnant with the monster's child she realizes that those mysteries must come to an end. She escapes Voldemort's clutches, but is now on the run from him. Not only this, but another powerful wizard in on a search for her. Who could this man be? And what does he want from her? All will reveal itself in this angst, adventurous, and dramatic story.

AN: okay, first off the title doesn't really have anything to do with the story. The reason I named it "Mysteries of a Meadow's Wind" is because the main character's name means "wind meadow," so I just kinda translated it to "meadow's wind," and that's where I got the title, mostly just cause I though it sounded cool and the title is a very important part of the story, so it has to sound catchy. Anyway, I hope you like my story, and please R&R!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters, but I do own this plot, and all the characters I created.

Chapter 1

I watched my father as he walked towards the car. I could remember every time he went to his car, and every night I'd lye awake at night, just waiting for him to get home. He was all I had, the only person I could count on, and he was hardly ever home. I missed him dearly. I missed every night we'd stay up late, laughing and having fun together. But that was before the war. Before my mother died, and before Harry Potter, the man who was supposed to kill He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was killed, leaving You-Know-Who to take over the wizarding world. It was before everyone went into poverty. Now my father was always gone, working as hard as he could to take care of me. I could remember every time he told me that things would get better, when I knew that he knew that wasn't true. I knew things wouldn't get better, but really, they would get worse. He would wipe all the non pureblood witches and wizards out, or turn them all into slaves. I would never have the life that my father told me of. I would never have the joys of a birthday party with friends, going to Diagon Alley, or going to Hogwarts. I would always live in a world of isolation and fear.

I slumped down on my bed as I heard the car drive away. We had been forced to do everything the muggle way, hiding out. But that didn't mean that we didn't have wands, or potions, or magic books, or things like that. My father had been teaching me magic in secret for years, for the Ministry had been abolished, and nobody kept track of underage witches and wizards using magic anymore. Thousands of them did, so it made no difference to the Death Eaters, or the Dark Lord. I knew more about magic then many full fledged Aurors would, and I could efficiently defend myself against almost anything hurled at me. My father said I was probably more magical than my mother and him put together, and that he was very proud of me. I taught myself most of the time, but sometimes he would teach me a little here and there. Not much, however. He didn't have much time to spend with me anymore, and as much as I hated it, I knew that he had his reasons. He had to make money to buy food, and jobs paid little and food was expensive. He had to work twice a much to get even a small amount of food for the two of us. The only people who could afford anything these days were purebloods.

I lightly touched my head, which was aching. It always hurt. I hardly ever ate, and because of that I was always aching, whether it was my head, stomach, or muscles. All were tiresome, and I wished desperately I could just have the life my father had. I knew, however, that that could never be.

The day went on and I stayed up late, waiting for my father to arrive home. As I glanced at my clock I saw that it was very late, and that my father should have been home hours before. I looked out the window, searching the streets for his car, but didn't see it, or any other car. A chill went down my spine, and I had a sinking feeling in my gut that something wasn't right. I quickly reached for my bedside table and snatched up my mother's wand, which had become mine the day she died. I clutched it tightly, slipping it into my jacket pocket to be hidden, and slowly got off my bed, making my way through the house on light feet. Everything was dark, and as I looked around I knew something wasn't right. I knew in an instant that my assumption of something not being right was correct when I was hit with a stunning spell, and I fell to the ground. My world was slipping into darkness, and the last thing I saw was the shadowy outlines of Death Eaters.

I woke what seemed like hours later to a kick in the gut and then the sound of a high pitched voice yelling orders and such. I groggily opened my eyes and looked around to see many, many Death Eaters, women, children, and men, all on their knees in front of Him. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was standing in front of us all, glaring down with his blood red eyes. I was kicked in the side again and grunted as the pain went through me. I slowly pulled myself up, and my hair was grabbed. I was forced into a kneeling position and my head was pointed upward, towards the monster before me. I glared up at him as I struggled to get free from the Death Eater's clutches. My hands had been tied behind my back, so I couldn't get to my wand, although it had more likely than not already been confiscated. You-Know-Who was looking over us, his evil cat eyes studying each and every one of us intently. I glanced around the room, looking for something—anything—to try and escape with. I saw a vase, glanced over at the Dark Lord, then looked back at the vase, looking at it intently as I concentrated. It slowly started to levitate, and as I moved my gaze it followed. I looked to just above the Dark Lord's head, and then dropped my concentration. I fell, but before it could hit his head he deflected it with a wave of his wand. He looked around to see it shatter on the ground, then back at us.

"Who used wand-less magic?" he demanded. Everyone stayed quiet. "WHO!?!?" He yelled out, causing many people to flinch, and many children and women to start to cry. I continued to glare at him, watching him intently as he scanned through us all. His eyes finally landed on me for the first time. I did not flinch away from his gaze, nor did I quiver at his mere presence. Instead I continued to glare, and I could see in his eyes that he knew I had been the one who had used wand-less magic.

"You." He said simply, and I did the unthinkable. I answered.

"What about me?" I heard many people gasp, and in a moment I was quivering on the ground holding back any yells but feeling as though someone was killing me from the inside out, pulling out my organs and tearing them to pieces while they were still connected to my body. They were using the Cruciatus Curse on me. It was finally lifted and I breathed heavily.

I glared up at him and snapped in a breathless, pained voice, "Oh yes, that's going to make you seem so powerful in the eyes of everyone. Attacking a defenseless teenage girl."

"You, girl, are hardly defenseless. You tried to assault me. I am merely teaching you your place."

"You deserved it. Your men drug me from my home without reason. Besides, it isn't like I actually hit my target." I snapped back.

"Crucio!" he yelled out.

Without even thinking about it I deflected the harmful magic, sending it flying in an opposite direction and instead of hitting me, hitting a Death Eater. The man fell to the ground, yelling and screaming until the Dark Lord lifted it. He looked at me in almost amazement. I couldn't really blame him, however. I had amazed even myself. I had never known I was capable of such magic. I had just deflected one of the Unforgivables! It was pretty amazing. I gulped, knowing that I was in trouble now. I looked up at the Dark Lord, trying to hide my fear of what was to become of me. Just because I had deflected one Unforgivable didn't mean I could deflect them all, and I wasn't exactly wanting to test if I could or not.

"Who are you?" the monster before me questioned.

I felt a lump in my throat starting to form, but I managed to speak. "My name is Oralee."

"Oralee… an odd name." he said in a slithery way, almost sending shivers down my spine. I held it back though, composing myself to the best of my ability.

"Yours isn't all that run of the mill either." I muttered scornfully, earning me an evil, blood churning laugh.

"Yes, I suppose it isn't, is it? But that's what makes it so great, is it not? It's what makes us so unique." He smiled maliciously, his sharp, pointed teeth gleaming, causing me to recoil with disgust. He looked up at the Death Eater standing behind her and snapped, "Bring her, the rest of you keep whoever you want and send the remaining to slave camps." With that said he turned, his cape flying behind him as he walked from the room. The Death Eater grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet, pushing me along in front of him as I tried to struggle out of his grasp. I looked back at all the crying people as they were snatched away from their families, some going with Death Eaters, while others were pushed into groups of people who would be slaves. I let a single tear roll down my cheek for them before casting a small drying spell onto my face to get rid of the tear stain and tear itself so nobody would know.

Goodbye and good luck to all of you. I thought silently to myself before I was pushed through a door, knowing I would never see these people again, yet suddenly wishing I was one of them, being sent off to become a slave for some pureblood snob.

Please, Father, come back for me soon.