NOTE: Hey guys! So this is my first fanfic... try not to be too rough on me. I love canon pairings but my guilty pleasure is Drinny and alternate war endings. This is rated M for later chapters (lots of violence and maybe some lemons, we shall see). All suggestions are welcomed and I really hope you like where I'm going with this! This is the first chapter of what should be a pretty long fanfic. Enjoy!
Aftermath
I look around in shock. This is wrong-so wrong. My mother was supposed to be holding me right now, not lying dead on the cobblestones. My father was supposed to be fiddling with some muggle artifact and marveling at its utter plainness, not severed in two. Fred and George were supposed to be joking around, making light of everything and pranking the family, not cut into pieces on the ground. Charlie and Bill shouldn't have been crushed by a giant into nearly dust. Percy shouldn't have died at the hand of a disgusting death eater, driven to madness by the crucio curse which ended with him jumping off the bridge. Ron wasn't supposed to have completely vanished into the stomach of a giant spider. And Harry- I choke back a sob. I don't want to think about Harry. My continued mantra of "this isn't happening to me" is fading away and cold reality sets in. I am tied to one of the posts outside of Hogwarts next to the beaten up and gagged Hermione Granger where we await our surely dim fate. I can't imagine that it would get worse than this though. They can't take anything from me now. I have nothing worth living for.
"Well well well, if it isn't the Weaslette." My head snaps up to the taunting jeer being directed at me, and immediately my gaze hardens when I take note of platinum blonde hair and steely grey eyes, followed by a pack of burly death eaters.
"You." I spit out, utter hatred coursing through my veins.
"As lovely as it is to see you all tied up, I have to take you with me." Draco Malfoy sighs out with mock disappointment.
"I always knew you were an evil little ferret Malfoy." I snarl at him through clenched teeth as he roughly unties me and artfully maneuvers my wand from its spot inside my boot. He pulls my chin upwards and I glare at him defiantly from my constrained position.
"You'd better watch what you say to me because your precious little order is demolished. A new regime is in power and I happen to be very high up in the ranks. Learn your place soon or you're going to learn a completely different lesson. One I assure you is not like a charms class."
"And what would that be?" I spit back at him.
"Let's just say a long day of battle does really tire out the average death eater. In fact, I'm sure they could use a night of relaxation. If you'd like it to be arranged, I'm sure, oh I don't know, 10 of them would love to have you entertain them for the night."
"I would kill any death eater who tried to touch me like that." I say menacingly.
"Oh my little blood traitor, you have no say in the manner. But keep your feisty mouth shut and perhaps I'll keep you under my protection." He says with a smirk. I glare at him. As meaningless as life is right now I have no interest in being gangbanged by the most vile wizards in existence so I keep my mouth shut. I would rather provoke and die quickly than be tainted and demolished by the likes of them.
"Untie the mudblood as well. Keep the gag on though, I don't want to hear her know it all bullshit anymore than I have to. Apparete her to the base. Make sure she isn't comfortable." He casually says to one brute of a death eater. He grabs my arm painfully and brings his wand up to apparate.
"Where are we doing?" I say as a bout of pain rushes through my arm.
"To the manor. We have some things to take care of." And I let myself be pulled into the vortex of apparation, tears stinging my eyes as I look at what's left of the order, of my family, of everything I ever knew.