HOGWARTIAN HELL

Warning: This fanfic contains angst, violence, strong language, dark storyline, suggestive theme, adult content, and is not suggested to those sensitive to stories of rape, angst, or darkness. Also is not for younger audiences and is only understandable if you have read the final book of Harry Potter.

CHAPTER ONE

THE NEW ADMINISTRATION

The train sped past wide open fields of green as it always did while traveling to Hogwarts. However, this time it was different. There was not an excited feeling around the many Hogwartian students that sat in either compartments or at the tables near the back of the Hogwarts express. They all wore expressions of apprehension, nervousness…even fear.

A few of the younger students yelped in surprise while the older ones moved their hands toward their wands as the train suddenly began to slow down. Chad Kragoff, who was at the age of 12 now, clutched his wand inside his right pocket and the small golden object in his other pocket that he had only recently acquired from his older brother.

Chad glanced around at the other students. There were many others sitting at the table area. A few of Chad's older brother's friends sat near him at the table on the other side. Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Michel Corner, Eric Spellbound, Terry Boot, Seamus Finnegan, the Patil twin sisters, Lavender Brown, and Neville Longbottom. All were grasping their wands under their pockets as well.

The train finally came to a full stop and some students began muttering amongst themselves. After about fifteen minutes, the door at the end of the car slid open and a large group of tall men in black robes walked in. They were led by a shorter man with thin brown hair and a goatee. His fingers were long and crooked and his fingernails were a dark shade of grey. Chad knew who these men were. They were the Death Eaters.

They looked around at the groups of students, some looking terrified, some irritated.

As the leader and a few others came to Chad's end of the car, the seventh year Slytherin, Theodore Nott, stood. He had long brown hair, pale skin, and a mean expression. He sneered at the passing death eaters and retorted rudely to them as if he found himself superior.

"My father will hear about this!" he growled to the leader.

"Sit your bloody ass down, Nott!" the man shouted back at him in a deep, grinding voice. "I've got orders from the Dark Lord to search this train before it gets to Hogwarts. You're daddy's got no power over me, even if he is another Death Eater. He's in charge of taking over other Wizarding countries, not Hogwarts. That's Snape's job. And mine is discipline. So, shut it!"

He continued down towards where Chad was. The new second year began to get nervous.

Please don't notice I'm Muggleborn, he thought desperately. He had heard about the new camps that muggle borns were being sent to. It made him want to vomit.

But before the head could come anywhere near him, Neville also stood up and said, rather bravely even if the words sounded childish at first

"Hey, losers!"

The Death Eaters looked at him with some jeering amusement.

"He isn't here," Neville finished.

The head Death Eater smiled.

"You'd be Longbottom, would you? Well, I'll be seeing you at Hogwarts. Better try not to speak to me like that again, 'cause I've got no more intention of letting you off the hook again than I do caring for a fucking Muggle!"

The train went dead silent and Chad glared at the Death Eater. Why were they so prejudice?

The Death Eaters eventually moved to the next Train car and Chad could relax his hold on his wand, not that he could have done much with it. He was only fresh out of first year and he was very afraid of Death Eaters. Everyone was.

"You could have gotten your ass hauled off to Azkaban or one of those Muggleborn concentration camps if you'd slipped more, mate!" Eric said after the train started moving again.

"Yeah. What the bloody hell were you thinking, talking to Amycus Carrow like that?" Seamus put in.

"I feel braver these days and I'm safe from those camps, seeing as I'm pure blood," Neville replied.

"Well, be more careful," said Ginny. "You can't play games with these people."

"This isn't a game for me, Ginny," Neville retorted, sternly. "For me, it's a tribute to Harry, wherever he is."

The silence swallowed the train car again and all Chad could do was think to himself. He knew that Harry was on the run searching for something, he just didn't know what. He was accompanied by his best friends, Ron, Hermione, and Jacob. Jacob Kragoff was Chad's older brother. He was very tall, had wavy brown hair, light skin, and had been a ladies man ever since his fifth year. Chad looked up to his brother as a role model but understood that Jacob would die for Harry, Ron, or Hermione in a heartbeat if he was forced to. He had become friends with them in first year when he had helped them with a mountain troll who had been sneaked into the school as a distraction.

Chad was devastated when he heard that his older brother would not be attending Hogwarts that year. Jacob had always protected him and now, when Chad needed protection the most, it wasn't there. Hogwarts was controlled by Lord Voldemort who had taken over the Ministry of Magic and every part of the Wizarding World of The United Kingdom and, as Amycus had hinted, he planned to take over more. Nowhere was safe now. And the worst of it, of course, was that Chad was Muggleborn.

…

The sky darkened, the sun sinking low over the mountains, Hogsmeade station came into view as the train slowed to a final stop.

All the students were dressed in their black robes now, some looking petrified for a moment before they began moving as they walked past three types of trolls, all on leashes and being controlled by hooded Death Eaters who had their long, curved wands out. A Mountain troll grumbled, growled, and snarled at the passing students, its grey skin letting off a horrible odor. A Sewer troll stood, so obese that it obscured the view of shops behind it. It had a faded pink color to its skin and its eyes were unfocused. The Ground troll looked more like a small dinosaur. It crouched on all four legs, had a face like that of an alligator, a snake like tongue, and a yellow lizard body covered in sours and dirt. It still didn't smell nearly as horrid as the Sewer Troll.

Chad and his best friend, Martin, both covered their noses and quickly walked away from the creatures, trying to get to the carriages as fast as they could. Once they had finally reached them, they clambered into one that held Neville, Luna, Ginny, and Seamus. Seamus looked miserable.

"What's wrong, Seamus?" Martin questioned.

Martin was a handsome boy with long, dirty blonde hair, light freckles, and baby blue eyes. If not for the fact that he spoke with an English accent, he could have passed for a German.

"It's our final year," Seamus grumbled solemnly in reply. "Our last year at Hogwarts and it's being taken over by bleedin' Death Eaters. And it's because of them that me best friend, Dean, is in hidin'. Some of the Muggleborns are lucky, like you Chad and the Creevy brothers and the others. But Dean was too scared. He was afraid how Muggleborns would be treated at Hogwarts and what would happen AFTER they left school. I'm as afraid as anyone about what'll happen after out last year is done. What will life be like as adults even if we aren't of Muggle parentage?"

Luna stared at him.

"You sound like you don't think this war is going to end," she said, as if curious. "Why is that?"

"No, I think this war is gonna end," Seamus responded. "I just don't think we're gonna win."

…

There were two more Death Eaters waiting for them. They stood on either side of the large double doors that led into the entrance hall. Chad shivered as he walked by them and moved closer to Martin who put an arm around his friend.

They seated themselves at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, peering around to see who had even come back this year. Mostly, it was the same old faces. All of the old teachers had stayed behind, probably to try and protect the other students. Chad noticed that only one was missing. Professor Burbidge, who had taught Muggle Studies the previous years. She had not been a teacher of Chad's as a student would have to be a third year or higher to take her class, but he had spoken to her before and had grown to respect her. Where was she?

Right next to Professor McGonagall, who wore of hardened look as if she was using all the will power left in her body to keep herself from cursing the person next to her, who happened to be the last person Chad ever wanted to see in his life. It was Severus Snape…and he was sitting in Dumbledore's chair.

Chad shook with rage along with many other students and teachers. That was the chair of someone who Snape had murdered! Why the hell should he be allowed the privilege to sit in it as headmaster? McGonagall was much more worthy. Anyone was more worthy than Snape!

"You bastard," Neville muttered in abhorrence. "You bloody fucking murderer."

There weren't too many first years this year. The majority were sorted into Hufflepuff while Ravenclaw had the second most and Slytherin the third. Gryffindor hardly had any. A count of four at the most.

After the Hall had gone extremely quiet, Snape stood, his long black robes falling around him, his black greasy hair sticking up around his head, both giving him the look of a gigantic bat.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," he addressed the school.

The school glared murderously back at him. He did not seem to notice.

"As you know, Hogwarts is under new management. I have been appointed Headmaster.

"Unfairly," Lavender breathed quietly but furiously.

"May I introduce your two new teachers?" Snape said. "Professor Amycus Car-,"

"Amycus Carrow," said the man Chad had seen on the train.

He stood and walked in front of the teachers' table to speak to the students.
"I'm the new Dark Arts teacher. You'll be learning dark magic of the greatest power that will crush all of the Defensive magic you've learned. Something that'll make your puny little heads spin! In short, something actually useful. My sister, Alecto-"(he gestured to an ugly small woman sitting on McGonagall's right) "will be teaching you Muggle Studies where you will learn about the filthy animals known as Muggles and what their rightful place is!"

He giggled a little and some of the students cringed at the sight of his rotted, pointed, bent teeth.

"We're also the Head Supervisors of Discipline this year. Any students who try and make a fool outta us 'll get a little bit of cuts and slashes and those who are asking for REAL misery will get a taste of the Cruciatus Curse!"

He laughed at the sight of the horrified children and then was about to continue when he was interrupted by Snape.

"Yes, thank you for that, Professor. Now if you please would sit down, I would like to continue my speech."

Amycus glowered at him and then went back to his seat; his cruelly amused face had vanished.

"Now," Snape continued irritably. "Many of you will hardly believe this is Hogwarts anymore. But I can assure you, it is the same school. It has just been given a sense of castigation. A new order of administration is in control here now. There will be no more ridicules, childish pranks here. Now there will only be students behaving and learning what they have to know. Thank you."

He took Dumbledore's seat and not a second later, the food appeared. This time, however, there were no sounds of astonishment or impression from younger students or the excited cheers of hungry older ones. Now, there was merely silence and nobody said a word.

….

The Common room of Gryffindor was dark and almost empty, Chad seated next to Martin. They were the only two in the room and both were sitting on the couch, talking about the abysmal changes at Hogwarts that had been made.

"It just isn't the same anymore!" Martin observed, desolately. "I don't even feel like I'm back at home."

"I miss last year," Chad said. "I know it ended with tragedy but the majority of the year, I actually really enjoyed. I stayed with Jacob and the others a lot. You and I learned better ways of wrestling."

Martin smiled. The boys, being just boys, had always enjoyed wrestling and ruff housing. It was their favorite activity next to dueling, though they hardly even knew how to duel with wands. After a long silence Martin asked Chad if there were any girls that he liked.

"No, not really," Chad answered, a little confused at the sudden change in conversation. "Why?"

"Well," Martin mumbled embarrassedly. "Have you ever felt like... like we don't really NEED girls?"
Chad raised an eyebrow.

"Well," he began after a couple moments. "I never really thought about it. You see, I'm not really that interested in girls yet."
"Yeah neither am I but…have you…er….ever felt like…um…..you might be interested in…in boys?"

There was another silence, this time much more awkward. After a little while, Chad said

"Maybe. You know, I do like girls' bodies and everything but…I don't mind the idea of being with another boy. Do you feel like that too?"

Martin nodded.
"I mean, with everything that's been going on, it's kind of hard to think about this stuff. I'm not exactly sure though. Do you think we should…I don't know…test ourselves?"

Chad stared at him and then said

"As long as we both promise never EVER to tell anyone, okay?"
"Deal," Martin agreed.

The boys leaned in closer to each other and then, Martin moved gradually on top of his best friend. He inclined his head towards Chad's…and kissed him.

The boys stayed like this for a minute or so. Eventually, their lips parted and the looked at each other.

"How did that feel?" Martin asked quietly.

"Brilliant," Chad whispered.

Martin kissed him again.

"Do you feel entirely…you know…gay? Or do you feel like maybe you could still be straight, because I feel like both," Martin said.

Chad put his arms around Martin and whispered

"I feel like both too but….maybe, until either of us get girlfriends, we should just do things like this every once in a while?"

Martin smiled.

"Sounds good to me, mate," he told him. "I mean, we've been best friends for a good long year now. I think we know each other well enough."
Chad agreed and then kissed Martin again.

"We should probably get to bed."

"Yeah," said Martin. "I reckon we should."

Grasping each other's hands, they walked up the dark stairs, the silence engulfing them once again. They both slept well that night. But in that year, neither of them would sleep well during anymore nights at all.