Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters that are recognizable.

Author Notes: This is my second story. And my first Dramione. Hope you enjoy the read. And the main characters that are dead are: Dumbledore, Harry, Ron, Molly, Mad-eye, Tonks, Snape, Kingsley, the Lovegoods, Lavender, Dung. I may kill off more characters if I see fit. Anyway, on with the story.

It had been a year since the war was over and the light had lost. Harry Potter was dead, Voldemort reigned. The night of the battle was something no one would forget. The final war was gruesome, many innocent wizards and witches were mercilessly killed. Harry Potter, the light of the order and the wizarding world, at least the good part of the wizarding world, died. All because of the traitor on their side.

Oliver Wood! Who would have thought that the handsome Gryffindor quidditch captain was the traitor?! Harry had trusted him. Maybe not as much as he trusted Ron and Hermione, but he had trusted him.

Whichever way you like to see, the prophesy had come true, "neither can live while the other survives". Both sides had lost heavily. The warriors of the light were mourned by those few who fortunately, or unfortunately, survived.

Hardly a handful of the order members survived and a lot of them were in hiding. Some of them were Arthur Weasley and the twins, Lupin & son Teddy, Fleur & Bill Weasley and their daughter Molly, Alicia Keys, Dedalus Diggle.

And a few unfortunate ones who did not get a chance to go into hiding and those who protested against Voldemort were sent to slave camps.

There was chaos all around the wizarding world. The darkness lurked even on the brightest days of summer. Freedom was a word that people had forgotten existed. No one trusted the person walking beside them. Everyone lived in fear. None had the courage to stand up to the Dark Lord for fear of losing the few loved ones left.

Hogwarts was no longer the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It was more of a school of Dark Arts. Parents were afraid to send their children to Hogwarts. Well, those parents that weren't death eaters.

The muggle world was in a much worse condition. Muggles were raped, tortured and murdered for fun. The poor muggles didn't understand what was happening. They were confused, didn't know what to believe in, whom to trust and more importantly why they were put through this hell. Fathers were afraid to send their daughters out alone even in broad daylight. Mothers were afraid to let their kids out. It was a time of great confusion. They couldn't make head or tail of it.

The life in hiding was as horrible. Those in hiding did not have a job; they were being searched for by the ministry which was now a puppet whose strings were operated by Voldemort. People were giving up hope everywhere. There was none to lead them, to bring them to light, to finally get rid of the Dark Lord. People lived in fear, mayhem and dread, being forced to do things that they knew were wrong, but these horrible deeds needed to be done, if not for themselves then at least for fear of life of their loved ones.

------ The Dark Lord Rules (TDLR) Slave Camp-----

If life in hiding was horrible, then life in the slave camps was agony. The slaves comprised of muggleborns, blood traitors and those who opposed Voldemort. They were forced to wear rags. They were starved and worked hard. Most of the slaves were young witches and wizards. Some of them were just 11 years old. All muggleborn witches and wizards who were 11years old were brought to the slave camp instead of being sent to Hogwarts.

They were forced to do the dirty laundry of the pure-blood wizards, to collect wood from the near by forest areas, to clean various things like furniture, copper pans and million other things that did not need cleaning, to prune bushes. Since the camp was near Hogwarts, they were made to clean the floors, stairs, classrooms, common rooms and portraits of the castle. They also had to keep the grounds clean.

The death eaters used the slaves for various purposes- torture, murder, rape. They were used as guinea pigs for research of spells and potions. Many slaves died of the unbearable physical, mental and emotional pain. They were treated worse than elves.

The slave camp had both boys and girls of age – 11 to 21. They stood by each other. The elder ones gave up whatever little food that they had managed to scrap, to the younger ones. Sometimes during the night, they would teach the younger ones of spells, charms, hexes and curses that can be used if they ever came to hold a wand in their hands.

These slave camps were run by the low ranked death eaters. New recruits and students from Hogwarts practiced on the slaves in the camp. The slytherins from Hogwarts were readily willing to get ahead in their knowledge of dark arts by using the slaves to practice upon, but the students from the other houses were very reluctant to do so. All the same, if the protested they were punished severely.

A few former students of Hogwarts who survived the war for a fate worse than death were – Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Parvati Patil, Dean Thomas, Neville Longbottom, Michael Corner, Justin Finch-Fletcheley. They tried to be there for each other whenever and however possible.

One rainy September evening Hermione was helping move logs of wood from the forest to the camp, which was then to be chopped and dried for future use by the purebloods.

All of a sudden she heard a scream vent through the silent air. She dropped the log she was helping carry.

"You guys go ahead. I'll be along."

"Be safe ", whispered one of the other slaves. Hermione silently nodded and spun toward the general direction of the sound and started scurrying. She saw young Dennis Creevy being tortured by Alden Suille, a low ranked death eater, near a clearing.

Tears of pain were poring down Dennis's face but his eyes shone with the infamous Gryffindor courage. As Hermione sped by, her bare foot hardly came in contact with the forest bed. She reached the clearing and hid behind one of the broadest holy trees in the vicinity. She quickly looked around searching for something. She noticed a small garden snake slithering near by. She gingerly picked it up by its neck and flung it at Alden Suille and crouched into a near by bush.

"ARGH!" screamed the death eater as the snake hit him smack in his face. He was completely unaware of the fact that garden snakes are not poisonous. The snake may not have been poisonous but it quickly wrapped itself around the death eater's neck. He struggled to pull it of. Hermione was smirking in the bushes. Dennis was also having a little fun at the expense of the death eater. Alden finally succeeded. He quickly pointed his wand at the snake and shouted, "EVANASCO." The snake vanished into thin air. "Who's there? Come on out if you know what's good for you."

Hermione was smirking, completely hid by the bush. Frustrated the death eater muttered "Homenum revelio."

Author motes: This is my first dramione fic. Constructive criticism is welcomed. And please don't forget to review.