Hi everyone! This is Saffidl Zabini. I know, I know, you are all probably worried that I'm abandoning Magical Marriage, to start this new story. But that is DEFINITELY not the case! I am the kind of person who likes to multitask, and have many different projects going at the same time. So I'll update both stories as frequently as I can, I promise! If you've read my other story, you'll see that at the first author's note for the first chapter, I had a whole outline of everything that had happened/changed from the end of the true Harry Potter books to when the story started. I don't feel that that will really be necessary here though, because this picks up in the midst of The War. Plus, this story is really supposed to be quick, and surprising. I really won't be supplying much info outside of the actual story...but hopefully it will be very good! Enjoy reading!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling made up the actual Harry Potter plot, and I've just taken her wonderful story and put a couple different twists on it. BTW-Bellatrix didn't die...I just like her way too much! :)
Happy reading!
Hermione ran wildly through the crowds. This was too much. Everyone that she loved, knew, chatted with in the halls and partnered with in class was dying, or being injured. Harry himself might die, leaving the Wizarding World in despair.
"Hermione!" The girl turned, trying to make out who was calling her.
"Hermione!" It was Ron Weasley.
"Ron!" Hermione ran towards her boyfriend, and as she neared him she could tell that he was not doing well. The redhead was limping and bleeding from his chest, lip, and it looked like he had lost a hand somehow. "Ron!" Hermione couldn't wait to hug him. She needed some comfort.
Just as the two were about to meet, Ron started screaming.
"RON? Oh my god! HELP!" Hermione shrieked. Her boyfriend was dying. "Ronald, no! Stay with me!" He was bleeding, badly. Pouring out of his eyes and nose and ears and chest.
"Her-ermio-I love y-"
"RON! NO! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" But no one would help. They had their own troubles, there own dying loved ones. "Ron...I love you." Hermione bent down and kissed the Weasley, gently and nicely. "I love you so much."
"I lov-love you too..." and then Ron died. Hermione lied on him and wept, amongst all of the fighting. Soon, though, being the trooper that she was, she got up and pulled his body into the Great Hall, to his family. Then the bushy-haired girl ran out of Hogwarts, in desperate need of finding Harry. She needed to help him, as best as she could.
Hermione rounded a corner, running. There was no one fighting here. It seemed untouched, like it was sacred ground.
"YES!" Hermione heard a scream from around the side of the castle. She sprinted to where the sound had come from and found the man she hated more than anyone on the planet. Voldemort. The creep was hunched over Harry, laughing hysterically.
"No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no...no...no way..." Hermione whispered to herself. "Harry?"
Voldemort looked up and grinned. "He's dead, ugly mudblood. I rule the Wizards now. Go along now; mudbloods are servants. Slaves. I demand you to tell everyone that I have won. The War is over. Harry Potter is dead, just like his stupid parents. Go. NOW!"
Hermione looked at The Boy Who Lived, now dead, who had been her best friend throughout all of Hogwarts. "No. I am not your slave. Go say your own news, creep." Hermione glared at Tom Riddle, thinking that in as great as a mood that he was in, he probably wouldn't kill her for saying that. He enjoy torturing her to death much more, and she was right. He gave her a dirty look, but climbed up over the rock pile that had formed, anxious to tell the world his news. He had won.
Sure that Voldemort had left, Hermione turned to Harry. "NO!" She screamed, crying. "NO! DON'T TAKE RON AND HARRY AWAY FROM ME! NO!" She screeched and screamed and shrieked and threw stones and punched walls, but even she knew that that would not bring her friends back. She figured she might as well walk back to the front of the castle, where the news was being delivered to the rest of her friends and peers. As much as she didn't want to know, she needed to hear what would happen to her and all of her fellow muggle-borns. Maybe, with her smarts, she could find a way to save herself, but she couldn't if she didn't know Tom's plan.
"So, I am King. Master Wizard. You can bow to me, all of you!" Voldemort screamed at the hundreds of people who had survived. They probably wish they had all been killed, Hermione thought. How ironic.
"Good. Now, straight to work! Wormtail, get the blood status files." Voldemort ordered. "NOW!"
Wormtail scurried along, going to retrieve something from behind a concealed tree.
"Good, good...hurry along now, ugly man. I don't like you, you should know. I only use you as my servant because you're fun to be mean to...okay! I want all of you filthy, lower-class people to sort yourselves into groups. Mudbloods, over there. Halfbloods, get in a group by the entry hall of this terrible school. And Purebloods, ahhh, Purebloods, what a beautiful name. Stand beside me. I will have my servants checking my files to confirm that none of you are lying. Just for your information, if you do lie I will Crucio you to hell. Now, do as I say!"
Hermione groaned, slumping over to the muggle-born section. She still didn't know Tom's plan, so she couldn't figure out an escape!
"Bellatrix, come here." Voldemort called.
"Yes, my Lord?"
"I want you to check the files, and the groups...and you can Crucio the people. They are too filthy for me."
"Yes, Dark Lord." Bellatrix bowed, giggling as she pulled her wand out of her dress.
About 10 minutes and 8 Crucio-ings later (all from the Pureblood line, Bellatrix knew all of the real Purebloods by heart, so she could quickly identify the Muggle-borns or Halfbloods who were faking), Voldemort finally spoke up again. "Here is my plan for all of you disgusting creatures...oh, besides the Purebloods, of course." Hermione grinned. His plan, at last! "The Purebloods and I will live at the Malfoy Mansion for the time bein-"
Lucius Malfoy stepped out from behind Voldemort. "Excuse me, my Lord, but I don't think we have enough room...unless you will take the Master Suite, but that is Narcissa and mine's..."
"Lucius, get back behind me. Yes, I will be taking the Master Suite. I am aware that it can fit up to 63 twin-sized beds, but I feel I deserve a big room, don't you? Yes, so I will take the Master Suite all for myself...and, in time we will have enough furniture moved out that all of the Purebloods can fit in. Does that sound okay to you, little baby Lucius? Well, it's happening! NOW LISTEN!" Voldemort screamed. "I don't want to kill off all of you Mudbloods yet, and I think that I can definitely get used to having some Halfbloods as servants...Squibs will be killed off by tomorrow morning though, for sure. Okay! I have devised a brilliant plan! Mudbloods will live in Azkaban until I come up with something to do with you...or kill all of you dirty-blooded beings. Halfbloods will live closer to me, so I can use them as servants for a while. Yes...the Malfoy dungeon will have to do. And, like I previously stated, Purebloods will alongside me in the Malfoy Mansion. All Purebloods who do not yet have the Death Mark with get them burned on tomorrow! Bellatrix, you can do that...WORMTAIL! Are you writing this all down? Good...I think that is a perfect plan. I am very sorry to keep you waiting, Mudbloods...I'll have figured out by tomorrow if I want to torture you all or not. Lucius! Narcissa! Oh! And Draco...can you all gather some fellow Death Eaters and rally up all of the lower-class beings? Thank you! Bellatrix? I wnat you to come with me...I think I'll need some help figuring out what to do with all of these horrendous wizards and witches. Let's go."
Hermione took one last look at Hogwarts, and Ron's body. She couldn't see Harry from here. It was getting dark fast, and she had to run to keep up with the large, grouped masses that were hurrying along to either Azkaban, the Malfoy dungeons, or the Malfoy Mansion...oh geez...this was not going to be good from here on out.
Hermione was eventually all "settled" in a cell, laying on hard stone floor next to a large, fat, and greasy man. To her left was a darling little girl, probably a first year, who said that she hadn't gotten home when The War began. Both of her parents had been murdered by Bellatrix. Hermione felt so sorry for her. She probably didn't even completely understand everything that was going on.
Let's just say that Hermione really didn't sleep at all that night. She was kept up from the haunting images of Ron and Harry's dead bodies, and all of the blood that was left around that day. As much as the bookworm tried, she couldn't come up with a plan to get her and as many other Mudbloods as she could out of Voldemort's scheme. At the very least, he wasn't sure that he was going to kill them all. But then again, Tom Marvolo Riddle would only want the worst for the people sleeping in Azkaban. So if he didn't kill them, he'd make them all wish they were dead. Hermione groaned and turned over to get away from the smelly man next to her. I really wish I were in Heaven right now. Maybe I'd be able to see Ron and Harry. Hermione thought, before closing her eyes for a sleepless sleep. Goodnight. She thought to herself.