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The Boy who Lived, lived no more. Wizarding and Muggle Britain were thrown together in a tangle of murder, fear, tears and cruelty.

Having died at the hands of Lord Voldemort, the boy who lived, a symbol for all those who resisted the dark lord and his followers, any resistance failed and many order members and DA members went into hiding underground while Voldemort went on a rampage.

Killing muggles were not enough anymore; forcing them under wizard rule was more satisfying when The Dark Lord heard parents screaming for their children as they were separated into different camps specially set up for muggles; hearing their tortured screams from behind the walls of the camp as he walked the now completely deserted streets of London.

Of course Europe and America had tried to help, muggle and Wizard alike. However as Voldemort had removed the secrecy of state the wizarding world had gone global and now each country themselves were having to deal with the mistrust and violence that the new revelation had brought.

Some places had treaties but these were fair and few between. The muggles didn't understand magic and after glancing what was going on in Britain from the tabloids you could hardly blame them. Most wizards abroad wanted peace though the violence that was slowly erupting began to pick away at any desire as the muggles misunderstanding and refusal to learn about wizarding kind just added to Wizard's view that muggles shouldn't be trusted.

So it was Britain for the most part was left alone under the tyrannical reign of Lord Voldemort.

Lucius Malfoy became minister of magic, sitting in the office all day doing the work that Voldemort thought beneath him. New laws were put into practice: mudbloods were sold into slavery to the pure-blooded families; pure bloods themselves had special privileges such as top ministry officials; Hogwarts teachers and power in abundance.

Hogwarts itself was now a school for training death eaters with a few of the old subjects remaining such as Transfiguration, Flying, Ancient Runes, Astronomy and Care for Magical Creatures. Though these subjects, which used to be compulsory with the exception of Transfiguration, were all compulsory as the Dark Lord saw that the earlier students were taught the more powerful they would be in future.

The ministry itself made some huge changes in the Hogwarts curriculum system as well:

History of Magic was now officially History about famous pure bloods; Blood Studies was a compulsory subject up to OWLS where memorizing family trees and pure blood propaganda was taught.

Muggle Studies and Dark Arts, compulsory up to NEWT Level, taught of the scum that was muggles as well as Dark curses the Dark Lord specifically requested.

As well as this only half bloods or purebloods were allowed to attend thus making Slytherin the more dominant house as well as classes a lot smaller so all houses were able to take classes together.

The punishment system was changed drastically as well, changing a night's detention doing work that would benefit the school to Victorian Corporal Punishment. As well as Dark curses the cane was used regularly, usually on the hands and the 'Professors' took a sick twisted delight in torturing the pupils (with the exception of Slytherin house of course). Being denied food for certain periods was another favourite among the more sick members of the staff.

Voldemort allowed the houses to stay in place as he didn't want the Slytherins to share their common room with 'common filth', such as half bloods.

Rodolphus Lestrange was placed as head master and it was he, along with Lucius Malfoy that brought in these 'changes'.

All in all Britain had become a very dark place where no one would dare to speak out for fear of saying the wrong thing to the wrong person and making their families targets.

Voldemort himself kept to the shadows for the most part, only being seen by his death eaters. This in itself created an air of uncertainty that over the years since our late hero died began to grow and fester.

Our story starts in Hogwarts itself on a rainy Monday morning fifteen years to the day that Harry Potter and his friends died at the Hand of Voldemort.

It starts with a young fourteen year old girl named Josie Burns, a half blood and a Gryffindor.

t was this particular Monday Morning that Josie Burns was woken up rather rudely by her best friend and room mate Adonia Osborne who was sporting a large nasty cut on her cheek which hadn't been there yesterday.

Detention last night had evidently been bad.

"Josie, wake up. We're going to be late for Transfiguration."

Josie dragged herself out of bed and yawned,

"Calm down, there's always breakfast first," Josie yawned while dragging her crumpled robes over her head,

"No there isn't. You slept through it. We have fifteen minutes to get to Transfiguration."

Josie felt alarm course through her body and quickly finished dressing and dragged a brush through her hair before picking up her book bag and wand and running down the stairs, across the deserted common room and through the portrait hole and down towards the Transfiguration classroom where they slipped into their seats minutes before the bell rang.

The door to Professor Lestrange's office was thrown open and silence impressively descended into the classroom within a second.

Tall, dark and imposing Bellatrix Black Lestrange marched into the classroom and sat at her desk and began to call out the register.

After that was done she turned to a small blue eyed Hufflepuff boy,

"Bones, take in the homework," she barked at him.

The boy, Trevor Bones, stood up and hurriedly went around the classroom taking in homework.

When he got to Josie he found that she was searching frantically through her bag,

"Where is it? I know I had it?" she was whispering frantically.

Adonia was helping her look while Trevor stood by looking worried.

A large shadow fell over the girls and both froze,

"Miss Burns? Do you have the homework I set you last week?" Bellatrix asked in a false sickly voice.

"It's here somewhere, ma'am. I…I…did do it…"

"Then where is it?" Bellatrix asked in the same fake voice.

Suddenly Josie had a flashback: her finishing it in the common room and forgetting to put it in her bag, intending to pick it up the next day. Only she was in such a rush this morning she forgot.

"It…It's in the….common room."

"Being in the common room in no use to me, is it Burns?" Bellatrix had now crouched down and spoke in a completely calm, almost puzzled voice which Josie recognized as the calm before the storm.

The class had now gone completely silent, the Ravenclaws, Hufflepuffs and Griffindors waiting for Bellatrix to blow while the Slytherins were eagerly awaiting what punishment would befall the O So Stupid One who had forgotten her homework

"N…no Ma'am." Standing up abruptly Bellatrix turned on her heel and walked back to the front of the room,

"Detention tonight Burns. Seven o'clock, my office."

"Y…Yes ma'am," Josie stuttered.

The rest of the lesson passed uneventfully, thankfully, and when the bell rang Josie hurried out with Adonia next to her,

"Muggle Studies next. Please tell me you have your homework for that?" Adonia asked.

Josie checked her bag and after a heart stopping moment found that she had.

The muggle studies classroom was situated on the fifth floor and it took most of their fifteen minute break to push and shove through the throng of students to get up there.

Sitting down Alecto Carrow came out of her office and waved her wand at the board.

Immediately words appeared,

"Now repeat these words after me: Muggles are filth."

"Muggles are filth," the class replied in a monotone.

"Again," Carrow snarled, "and mean it this time."

"Muggles are filth," the class intoned, some people making a visual effort to try and change their tone.

Alecto walked up and down the class, collecting homework and forcing them to repeat it by themselves and dishing out threats of punishment if they didn't meet her standards.

Coming up to Josie and Adonia she collected their homework in and forced each girl to repeat the words on the board in turn.

Josie, unfortunately, froze up. There was always something about Alecto Carrow that frightened her more than the other teachers and having her here, glaring down at her made the words freeze in her throat,

"M…mugs…" Alecto made a face of disgust before slapping Josie hard across the face, making a resounding crack that echoed in throughout the classroom,

"Again girl,"

"Muggles are filth," she forced out.

Alecto glared at her and Josie instinctively knew what was coming. Being a half blood getting three detentions in one day was not uncommon, though somehow she had managed to avoid the worst of the Teachers wrath by keeping her head down and her marks up.

This was going to be a long and painful week,

"Detention Burns, tonight."

"Can't ma'am," Josie could, and would, never call any of the teachers 'Professor'.

They were not worthy of the title.

Alecto turned round, her face a picture of thunder.

"Excuse me?" Josie took a deep breath, reminded herself she was in Gryffindor and looked Alecto straight in the face,

"I have a detention with Lestrange tonight, ma'am." It was only when she had said it that she realised that she hadn't addressed Bellatrix with 'respect'

"Detention for the next two nights, then: one for your lack of enthusiasm and the other for your cheek towards Professor Lestrange."

Turning round with a satisfied smirk on her face she made her way towards the blackboard where she turned to the class and began to rant about muggles with the class hurriedly scribbling down notes.

It was only twenty minutes later when Alecto was grilling a Ravenclaw boy while insulting his intelligence that Josie felt it safe to let her mind drift as she looked around.

The muggles studies classroom was quite small and claustrophobic with cages hanging down from the ceiling, some with actual muggles in them used for demonstration.

After four years Josie had got used to the sobbing and barely paid it any mind as she knew she couldn't do anything, at least not with Alecto in the room.

Josie thought on her day.

Three detentions and it wasn't even lunchtime yet! Fab! Of course it could be worse, she supposed, it could be Wednesday and she could have a detention with Nott and the other Lestrange, Rabastan to be more specific.

As bad as Bellatrix was; Nott was worse, preferring to 'surprise' the student, which you never got used to while somehow Josie had got used to the Cruciatus; Bellatrix's favourite method.

Though the way her luck was going she wouldn't be surprised if she got detention in her last two classes as well as each class she had for the rest of the week. That would book her up for the next four weeks, making her rely heavily on her study periods on Saturdays to keep her homework up.

The bell rang and after been given homework the students swarmed out of the classroom like bees swarming towards a hive.

"Just Care of Magical Creatures and Ancient Runes left to go; please, please don't get another detention."

Josie was suddenly really annoyed with her best friend and turned on her,

"You think I wantthree detentions? That it is my fault they hate me purely because I'm only half blood? You're a pureblood Adonia, you wouldn't understand."

Josie began to turn away with tears in her eyes but Adonia grabbed her,

"I'm sorry Jose, I….I didn't mean it like that. Your right, I'm sorry," Adonia finished, letting go of Josie and looking at her feet.

Josie took a deep breath and nodded and together they walked into the great hall for lunch.

Sitting down and pressing their thumbs, aka their magical signature, onto the plates which magically filled with the amount of food they were allowed: a small dollop of shepherds pie and a few scatters of vegetables and half a glass of water.

Adonia next to her got considerably more but then it was common knowledge that the Slytherins got more than anyone, then the pure bloods, then the half-bloods and finally those who were considered blood traitors.

Finishing her measly lunch just as the bell rang both girls trekked outside down to the forbidden forest where 'Professor' McNair had a tied up centaur lying motionless in a pen, a trickle of blood running down his face.

With a sinking heart Josie realised it was going to be a very long afternoon.