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Author's Note: This is the first long fic, I've attempted and I've worked hard on it. I'd love constructive critcism and reviews! A huge thanks to my beta Molly

EDIT: This chapter has been edited to fit with HBP but has no spoilers.


The War of the condemned-Prologue

It felt as if the world had collapsed. Harry Potter had fallen. He lay there as cold as ice, as still as stone. Seconds stretched into eternity, breath caught in chests, and all hope was destroyed. Then everything happened all at once. Shrieks, screams, and cries filled the air. Curses flew out of wands, hitting unsuspecting, and grieving victims. Evil began to take over. It didn't take long. Anyone who resisted was killed. Muggles became slaves, Muggleborns were unable to get a job, and even Halfbloods could hardly make a living. Purebloods ruled, and purebloods were admired and feared.

After the death of Harry Potter it is said that all of those remaining loyal to him were killed. It is said that good was squished out like a bug, and Voldemort triumphed, but that isn't true. There is another story, an untold story, of those who survived. In back alleys and abandoned apartments, a full year after the death of Dumbeldore, there were still some that were loyal to good. There were still some that were loyal to Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix.

There was Ronald Weasley, strong and brave; his old grinning expression, hardened by the sight of too much death. He resided in a small apartment in London with his sister Ginny. Ginny and Ron clung together for dear life. Neither had anyone else in the world, and nothing to live for, yet they got by together. Ginny's eyes were empty of the previous life and joy that had filled them during their time at Hogwarts, when she was still a child. Ron worried. She'd been hit harder then the rest of them by the loss of Harry, and was forced to act like an adult at such a young age, something she didn't deserve. She tried to be cheerful sometimes, but she had good days and bad days, like a common Muggle. Ron was forced work at the Ministry, but people liked him and believed him. They trusted him, and therefore weren't afraid of the government, of Voldemort. He hated his job. The people should be afraid, there was nothing to like, and yet he had to do it. He had to do it to keep Ginny and himself alive, what else could he do? He'd seen enough to know they'd be killed if he refused, and he couldn't let that happen. Even when Ginny screamed at him to just let her die, even when he wanted to just die, he couldn't let that happen. They were the Weasleys and they'd remain strong, in remembrance of everyone, who'd died, all those people, all those good, good people.

There was Hermione Granger, 'the brightest witch of her age,' people had once said. She'd been captured by the Ministry, and tortured for secrets, for work, for weapons. Once Harry had died, she had made weapons for the dark side. What was the point? She had thought their only hope of winning was gone. She didn't know about the others. Red hair flashed through her mind, but she quickly pushed it to the back of her mind, with all her good memories of the past. He had to be dead, she thought, everyone else was. She didn't have a TV, so never saw him speaking grimly about how Voldemort was right, Purebloods were perfect, and the world was just fine as it was, Harry would have liked it this way. She was forced to make weapons by day, and raped by night. It was a terrible existence, sometimes she wanted to just die. She was kept alive by memories. She became pregnant soon after that, with no idea of whose baby it was. They had no use for her anymore, and threw her out into the streets. She wondered why they didn't simply kill her. They said it wasn't worth it; she'd die on the streets anyway. They were almost right, she nearly died. When she'd nearly lost all hope she stumbled across a hidden door in a small back alley. She figured someone had put an Concealment Charm on it ages ago and forgot about it, because inside was a small apartment, completely abandoned. There was no furniture, but it was a place to get in out of the cold. Hermione Granger survived but just barely. The smartest witch of her age was reduced to doing whatever she could to get by. She was forced to resort to prostitution and what her parents used to call "ungodly pursuits" just to get feed her beautiful little baby. She named the baby Hope. She had someone to live for again.

There was Severus Snape. There was Draco Malfoy. Voldemort had never discovered they were spies for the Order. They were partners now, the top Death Eaters. They lived in a small mansion, memories of good, hidden away. Draco brought home a different girl each night, trying to erase the numbness in his heart. Severus simply sat, day after day, in gloom, staring at the symbol on his arm, remembering. Most of the time, however, they were away from the mansion, they were sent to kill anyone who resisted. Yet, they still were fighting. Severus stirred up Draught of the Living Dead. When they were lucky, Voldemort would throw the body away and they'd find it, hiding the person so they'd never be seen again. When they weren't yet another innocent person would be dead, buried alive, or tortured

There was Remus Lupin, last of the Marauders, he'd lived on way past his time, or so he thought. Siruis was dead. James was dead. Even Peter was dead. He ran off into the woods and lived there, in a hermit existence, mourning the death of his world. He stayed an animal as long as he could, preferring the life of a werewolf to the nonsensical existence of a human, who'd lived too long in the world. When he transformed he couldn't control his actions and didn't know what he was doing. He was an animal without the human powers to think, to feel, or to cry.

There was Susan Bones. A Hufflepuff all the way, she was incredibly loyal to good, more than anyone had imagined. She'd been a Healer for the side of good, seen too many deaths and too much pain. She'd been captured and tortured, raped and freed. Once Harry Potter died, they had no reason to kill her, as long as she stayed out of trouble and was a good upstanding Purebloood citzen. Her aunt worked in the Ministry after all and she was only a Hufflepuff. So she did as they requested. She hadn't given up, but wasn't stupid enough to keep fighting. She married a Ministry official, whom she didn't love. He was evil, but she tolerated him with the patience of a Hufflepuff. She had two children and she loved them more than anything. She stayed at home watching them, pretending to be an upstanding Pureblood, waiting.

There was Zacharias Smith. Also a loyal Hufflepuff, but arrogant and sarcastic. He was a half blood and therefore had been an ambassador when the Order had finally been forced to involve Muggles in their fight. It hadn't worked, nobody had believed him. Why would Muggles believe a few kids who said that wizards existed? They were all slaves now, it was too bad really. He'd had some Muggle friends at one time. But it was over, it was all over. Potter and Dumbledore were long dead. Wealsey was some kind of traitor. After Potter died he'd run away, it was for his own good. He was a dishwasher at the Leaky Cauldron, a driver of the Knight Bus by night. No point, in doing anything, but moving on, he'd made friends, he'd get by. He sometimes wondered about that Bones girl.

There were Fred and George Weasley. They still sold their joke products to a world that needed them more than every before. However the two were no longer carefree, joking, happy teenagers. They were somber adults, hardly ever laughing. They'd seen too much death to still harbor the notion that making people laugh was all that counted. Their family had been killed. Arthur, Molly, Bill, and Charlie all gone. Percy didn't count anymore, he hadn't been a part of their family since seventh year. He was the one that had killed them all. They saw Ron on TV. (The TV was the one thing Voldemort had taken from Muggles before enslaving them.) They didn't know where he was, and anyway he was a traitor too, talking about Voldemort as if he was good. They didn't know where Ginny was, but she had to be dead, she'd loved Harry too much. The twins tried to cover their pain with riches and loveless sex, living an ideal life in utter despair.

There was Luna Lovegood. She was a seer, everyone knew this now. She was kept in the Ministry, and they waited for her to make prophecies day after day. She'd tried to keep herself from making prophecies because she knew each time she did, she revealed information, and someone would be killed. She hated it. Hated seeing all that death and destruction, hated being responsible for deaths. Lately however, she'd been seeing hope. A small ray of hope to be sure, but hope. She smiled at what she saw and was quickly interrogated by an official. She didn't say anything but wondered whether she could help with what she saw and make it come true.

There were others who were still alive, but they weren't in London, weren't involved. Lavender Brown still owned a clothes shop up in Kent, the one that she and Parvarti had started ages ago. She cried over the newspaper article with a picture of her and Parvarti in front of their store. Lee Jordan commentated Quidditch games at Hogwarts. If he was partial to Gryffidors he was Crucioed. Terry Boot and Anthony Goldstein studied magical creatures. They were forced to kill any species that were dangerous or too close to humans. Ernie Macmillan ran a restaurant up in Ireland. He led a Pureblood exsistence, pretending not to care. Countless more had been killed, from Neville Longbottom to Katie Bell to Pomona Sprout to a small Muggle named Lily Smith. Still others had betrayed them, Percy Weasley, Irma Pince, there were countless who had been disloyal to others to keep themselves alive.

But this is not the story of Lavender Brown, Terry Boot, or Irma Pince although they may play a role. This is the story of Ronald, Ginevra, Frederick, and George Weasley, of Hermione Granger, and of Luna Lovegood. This is the story of Zacahrais Smith, Remus Lupin, Susan Bones, Severus Snape, and Draco Malfoy. This is the story of happiness and grief, of admiration and anger, of hope and despair. This is the story of what came to be called "The War of the Condemned."

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