Harry Potter au where Voldemort won and Harry was not a horcrux ergo allowing him to stay dead. So the world as was told in the books is dead and now the gang minus harry will have to find a way for once to not win but survive. This will be a Dramione fic but in the first two days (chapters are written as days each chapter will be one day). In this I shall focus on the anticipation of what is to come and building up the characters already existing relationships and getting over the death of harry. Rated m for swearing.
Day 1 The waiting
Hermione pov
The battle was over but my friend was dead, killed by Voldemort, but what was worse is that the battle was over. However, for the first time we had not been the victors. For the first time Voldemort had won.
He had told us that we had two days two mourn and bury our dead before he came and collected his winnings which were, well, us. None of us knew what was going to happen but we knew it was going to be bad. I looked around the room there where the Weasley's in the corner mourning the death of Fred. Their tears splattering the floor and there sobs rising into guttural shrieks of grief. Then next was the Malfoys they were huddled together their faces pale, not from sadness, but from fear. They knew as traitors the Dark lord would have some awful punishment set for them.
As my eyes continued scanning the room my vision became clouded by tears. He was gone. He was actually gone. I could not believe it, I kept expecting to see him behind me a smile on his face and his glasses broken. What I would not give to be able to fix them again. But he was dead and he would not want me to be upset he would want me to be unafraid in the face of danger but I was not and could not lie to him I am not a pure blood not even a half blood so knew was not going to survive long but if the dark lord thought he could make me back down and sob then he was in for a surprise I may be terrified but I am not going to let Harry's sacrifice be in vein this shit just got personal.
Draco POV
We are going to die I know this at least I hope that we will for if not then Voldemort has something much worse planned. We had two days and for all I knew they were going to be my last so what the hell I might as well enjoy them. lots of my friends were dead and I did not feel anything I was numb and that scared me, not the fact that we were probably going to die but more that I was becoming like my father and I could not let that happen. I walked around and arrived at the slytherin table which was being mainly avoided by the rest of the school and the parents but I went to sit next to Goyle now one of my only friends, earlier I had went in search of Pansy Parkinson my girlfriend but had found that she had died in the battle. I felt a pang and lowered my head I knew it was my fault she died she was supposed to be in the dungeons safe but she came out looking for me and was hit by a stray killing spell. In that moment and now feel a great amount of guilt but no sadness I had not shed a tear no matter how much I wanted too. I talked with Goyle for a while quickly discovering that we had nothing in common anymore, after 10 minutes of awkward conversation I made an excuse to leave and found a quiet corner and closed my eyes.
Sorry for the lack of Dramione but I need to build up a storyline and Draco's girlfriend just got killed I mean god give the guy some time to get over it. Now go check out my sister epic story veins of green and silver written under the name. A regrettable decision. Hope you enjoy bye.