I do not own The Harry Potter Characters, I own everyone else in this
fanfic..... I can't believe I'm writing something this serious!
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Dark World
Chapter 1:The Great Escape
'I remember when I was young, my mom said it wasn't like this. It seems far-fetched, but who knows. She told me that when she was around my age she was actually free. She wasn't even labeled a muggle. No one was. Then out of no where, He came. Everything I know my mom taught me, so I don't know much about Master Voldemort. He came and took over the world. His army, the death eaters, rounded up muggles by the... millions. They where enslaved.
Muggles, as the death eaters like to put it, are like cockroaches; they easily adapt. There is even a society class in the slaves, like in roman times. But not all muggles would co-operate. They were thrown into Azkaban. Their children where taken away. But not all, Master Voldemort wanted to find out the long term effects on people who have spent their lives around dementors. That's what I am, a test subject.
I should feel angry I guess. But im not. The Warden says I'm monotone. Only he visits me now, he says it's because I give the death eaters the creeps. He says 'cause I have been no where else but Azkaban so they had no good memories to take away from me, and since I never felt 'good' then I guess I don't know how to feel 'bad'. He says It's inhumane so people are scared of me. So only he comes to visit.
He taught me to read and write, said muggles should learn their basics so that they might get a good home. I guess he wants what's best for me. He gave me this journal as well, he says little girls write about their day in them, I'm not much of a little girl. I've been here 23 years, 11 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days; in 5 days it will be 24 years. The Warden says I pay too much attention to detail, but then he says that he guesses I have nothing better to do.
It seems that he says a lot but he rarely talks, I just remember what he says. I'm tired now, Whenever you finish your writing your supposed to leave your name.... I guess, I should do that. My mother called me babe, that's not a name. I asked the Warden once if I could have a name, he said Gwendolyn. It's a pretty name I guess, I don't know any other names except for Master Voldemort, and my mom Lyndi. The Warden didn't want to tell me his name, maybe he doesn't like it.... maybe he doesn't want people to know.... maybe he doesn't have one. That's stupid, But then I'm just a muggle, I'm not smart. I don't even know magic. Oh well.'
Gwendolyn.
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~"How is the news today?"
~"It's hard to tell if we are winning or losing. We lost Hollow, and Stones. There's more freed muggles coming, and more young wizards are joining us"
~"Hogwarts is going to run out of room!"
~"We have other places if necessary,"
~"What news of Azkaban?"
~"What do you want to know?"
~"THEY'VE GOT GOOD WITCHES AND WIZARDS LOCKED UP IN THERE!!"
~"They have muggles as well, one of them has been their since she was born."
~"You where there! You know what it was like!"
~"The way it's like is the reason I left..... I agree, we must do something to liberate it."
~"Think of the advantage we would have if we did!"
~"Yes it would give us the upper hand; what about this girl?"
~"The dementors have no effect on her, she has never shown signs of depression, or happiness, the death eaters won't go near her."
~"She could be useful! I mean if they have no effect on her, right?"
~"I suppose"
~"But how do we get to her?"
~"Didn't you say who have a friend in their working for you Dumbledore?"
~"Yes, I will see what he can do; Perhaps he could find a way to get her out."
~"I hope so"
~"Until then we have to keep on our feet, We will win this war."
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The Snow was falling out side the cell window. A hand reached out trying to catch the flakes that where in reach. She'ld try to hold them in her hand, but as soon as they landed, they melted. So she continued to try to catch a snowflake to keep. The cell door opened. She ignored it. She knew who it was, she knew he didn't like her having her arms out in the cold, but she kinda liked getting in a bit of trouble now and then, she didn't know why.
"Get your arm in before it freezes off." His voice was low, and gruffy.
"I don't want to. I like the cold."
"Take your arm out and I'll tell you some good news."
"What is good news? How do you define good? What one thing maybe good to one, could be bad for another right? But, if you say it is good then I will believe you." She pulled her into the cell and turned to face the Warden.
"You have served your time and are off to a new home."
"So I leave a jail to become a slave?"
"I will be dropping you off personally"
"No body else wants to?"
"We will leave after lunch, If you want to go the the graves you can say goodbye to your mother."
"Why? She is already dead. How can you say goodbye to a person who is not there?" The warden smiled for the first time in a long long time; It left the girl confused.
"You will love where you are going Gwendolyn, I promise!"
The warden left. The girl stood their emotionless, then went to the window and tried to catch the snowflakes in reaching distance.
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"So where is the freak going?"
"I heard that she might go to some rich guy in Hungary,"
"No! Some oriental guy bought her as present for his son."
"Didn't you ask Mr. Nameless?"
"The Warden? I NOT GOING NEAR HIM! HE'S AS CREEPY AS THE GIRL!"
"Since you don't want to be near me I suggest you leave! I have papers to fill out." The three death eaters turned around to see the Warden.
"Uh yes sir!'
"Of course sir!"
"I didn't really mean it sir!"
The Warden grunted as he passed the three. They where slowly leaving doing their best not to disturb their supervisor.
"Before you leave Malfoy, you're in charge. Don't do anything, Just get the little jobs done and keep your idiot comrades out of trouble. If anything big happens let the dementors handel it."
"Yes Sir!" Lucius Malfoy said with a sense of pride that he was in charge of Azkaban. Crabb and Goyle seemed a bit fiddled.
"Hey Lucius, who do you suppose your idiot comrads are?" Malfoy rolled his eyes.
"I haven't the slightest idea Goyle."
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The snow was still falling as the warden took the girl outside Azkaban and off the island for good. She wore a simple brown dress and a green cloak, the garments of a slave. Her face and posture, emotionless as it always was.
Nowadays most muggle transportation was rejected. Wealthy people had flying carpets, depending on the size they could be a one-wizard rug or a family size carpet. Of course there was brooms and floo powder, but the floo powder was limited to only those who became a death eater. Death eaters where like the police. The rest of the people had horses. The warden had the opportunity to have one of the more fancy ways of transportation, but he rejected them and used his horse and carriage instead.
The carriage rocked back and forth on the bumpy road as they traveled threw what was once a small town. Traces of tar from old muggle roads could be seen on the sides and what where there was houses, now was nothing but dead land.
The ride was quiet, and very long. 2 hours had passed since they had left, They had arrived at an old building which looked as if it was once a train station. The Warden stopped the horse and turned to the girl.
"Master Voldemort does not know that this place is here, I want you to walk twenty paces east of here and stay there until another man comes. Do not go anywhere, do not speak, just stay still until he comes." With that, he helped the girl out of the carriage and held her shoulders. "If all goes as planed, you'll be free Gwendolyn!" His face lit up, as if he was more happy to see the girl free than she was. He hopped back into his carriage and turned back to Azkaban.
Gwendolyn did as the Warden told her and walked twenty paces east and stood. The area was warmer for some reason, and the snow was not falling on her. She didn't know what to think. For the first time in her life, she wasn't around dementors, or in a cage. She didn't want the Warden to leave her, she knew that..... but she didn't know why. Another man was coming towards her. He acted as if he couldn't see her, until he got a few steps closer.
"You must be the Azkaban girl" His voice was light hearted and he looked a good few years older than Gwendolyn. She looked at him and said nothing. "Come with me, the train will be here soon. I'm Bill by the way, Bill Weasly." He grabbed Gwendolyn's arm and they walked to the old station. "When I was young this train never came here you know?" Bill tried to lighten the mood, "It just went to Hogwarts and Kings cross. I don't think you know where they are do you? Now this train goes all across England, No one knows though except for a few of us"
The train whistle blew in the distance which made Gwendolyn jump. Bill laughed and told her to stand back as the train came into the station. The wheels hissed and the train came to a stop. A plump woman greeted them as they entered the second compartment. "It's noice ter see yah still un one piece Bill" She said in a rather strong accent, "An' it's always noice ter see a new face, What's yer name gurl?" Gwendolyn said nothing. "It's ull roight, we cun tolk later."
Bill and Gwendolyn went into one of the compartments and sat down. Bill sat on the other side of Gwendolyn looking very relieved at his rescue, "You can talk if you want now, It's safe."
Gwendolyn made a small noise under her breath then looked down at her hands she had folded into her lap. Her stomach ached, but she wasn't hungry. Why was she hurting like so? Nothing bad had happened to her, all she could think of was the Warden. Her eyes began to swell up and tear. She touched her cheek and looked at her hand to examinee the tear. "Mr. Bill Weasly sir,"
"Just Bill"
"I, I'm leaking" Gwendolyn looked as if she found out she was dieing.
Bill laughed, "You're not leaking, your upset about something. What's wrong?"
"I don't know"
"That warden guy, from what I heard he raised you. Do you miss him?"
"I guess... Maybe... I'm not sure what I feel... I'm sorry,"
"Sorry for what?"
"For not knowing... anything... I'm stupid... It's in my blood... all muggles are stupid, and useless, and inferior..."
"WHO TOLD YOU THAT!" Bill's voice echoed threw the entire compartment.
"Master Voldemort," Gwendolyn looked at him curiously. Didn't he know about Master Voldemorts teachings?
"That monster is not your master! He is not mine, or my families, or my friends and their families, or Dumbledore's! He is an evil snake who thinks he is immortal but, he can be destroyed. And we are going to stop him" Bill's face was serious. "Ever since I was young, I had my life planned out for me, and that- that bastard took it away! He took a lot of things away from a lot of innocent people."
Gwendolyn didn't know what to do. She was told that Voldemort, the master of masters, was a great man. Who brought order to the world and put everyone where they belong... muggles just happened to be under dogs. Was that all a lie? "I don't have a master?"
Bill sighed with relief. She was easier to convert then some of the other muggles he 'rescued'. "You never had, and never will... I think getting away from those dementors is going you some good."
Gwendolyn looked out the window and watched the snow fall. She traced a path on the window following random snowflakes that passed by. She smiled. She didn't much care for the fact that she was free from voldemort. She, just liked the snow.
To be continued
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please R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Dark World
Chapter 1:The Great Escape
'I remember when I was young, my mom said it wasn't like this. It seems far-fetched, but who knows. She told me that when she was around my age she was actually free. She wasn't even labeled a muggle. No one was. Then out of no where, He came. Everything I know my mom taught me, so I don't know much about Master Voldemort. He came and took over the world. His army, the death eaters, rounded up muggles by the... millions. They where enslaved.
Muggles, as the death eaters like to put it, are like cockroaches; they easily adapt. There is even a society class in the slaves, like in roman times. But not all muggles would co-operate. They were thrown into Azkaban. Their children where taken away. But not all, Master Voldemort wanted to find out the long term effects on people who have spent their lives around dementors. That's what I am, a test subject.
I should feel angry I guess. But im not. The Warden says I'm monotone. Only he visits me now, he says it's because I give the death eaters the creeps. He says 'cause I have been no where else but Azkaban so they had no good memories to take away from me, and since I never felt 'good' then I guess I don't know how to feel 'bad'. He says It's inhumane so people are scared of me. So only he comes to visit.
He taught me to read and write, said muggles should learn their basics so that they might get a good home. I guess he wants what's best for me. He gave me this journal as well, he says little girls write about their day in them, I'm not much of a little girl. I've been here 23 years, 11 months, 3 weeks, and 2 days; in 5 days it will be 24 years. The Warden says I pay too much attention to detail, but then he says that he guesses I have nothing better to do.
It seems that he says a lot but he rarely talks, I just remember what he says. I'm tired now, Whenever you finish your writing your supposed to leave your name.... I guess, I should do that. My mother called me babe, that's not a name. I asked the Warden once if I could have a name, he said Gwendolyn. It's a pretty name I guess, I don't know any other names except for Master Voldemort, and my mom Lyndi. The Warden didn't want to tell me his name, maybe he doesn't like it.... maybe he doesn't want people to know.... maybe he doesn't have one. That's stupid, But then I'm just a muggle, I'm not smart. I don't even know magic. Oh well.'
Gwendolyn.
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~"How is the news today?"
~"It's hard to tell if we are winning or losing. We lost Hollow, and Stones. There's more freed muggles coming, and more young wizards are joining us"
~"Hogwarts is going to run out of room!"
~"We have other places if necessary,"
~"What news of Azkaban?"
~"What do you want to know?"
~"THEY'VE GOT GOOD WITCHES AND WIZARDS LOCKED UP IN THERE!!"
~"They have muggles as well, one of them has been their since she was born."
~"You where there! You know what it was like!"
~"The way it's like is the reason I left..... I agree, we must do something to liberate it."
~"Think of the advantage we would have if we did!"
~"Yes it would give us the upper hand; what about this girl?"
~"The dementors have no effect on her, she has never shown signs of depression, or happiness, the death eaters won't go near her."
~"She could be useful! I mean if they have no effect on her, right?"
~"I suppose"
~"But how do we get to her?"
~"Didn't you say who have a friend in their working for you Dumbledore?"
~"Yes, I will see what he can do; Perhaps he could find a way to get her out."
~"I hope so"
~"Until then we have to keep on our feet, We will win this war."
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The Snow was falling out side the cell window. A hand reached out trying to catch the flakes that where in reach. She'ld try to hold them in her hand, but as soon as they landed, they melted. So she continued to try to catch a snowflake to keep. The cell door opened. She ignored it. She knew who it was, she knew he didn't like her having her arms out in the cold, but she kinda liked getting in a bit of trouble now and then, she didn't know why.
"Get your arm in before it freezes off." His voice was low, and gruffy.
"I don't want to. I like the cold."
"Take your arm out and I'll tell you some good news."
"What is good news? How do you define good? What one thing maybe good to one, could be bad for another right? But, if you say it is good then I will believe you." She pulled her into the cell and turned to face the Warden.
"You have served your time and are off to a new home."
"So I leave a jail to become a slave?"
"I will be dropping you off personally"
"No body else wants to?"
"We will leave after lunch, If you want to go the the graves you can say goodbye to your mother."
"Why? She is already dead. How can you say goodbye to a person who is not there?" The warden smiled for the first time in a long long time; It left the girl confused.
"You will love where you are going Gwendolyn, I promise!"
The warden left. The girl stood their emotionless, then went to the window and tried to catch the snowflakes in reaching distance.
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"So where is the freak going?"
"I heard that she might go to some rich guy in Hungary,"
"No! Some oriental guy bought her as present for his son."
"Didn't you ask Mr. Nameless?"
"The Warden? I NOT GOING NEAR HIM! HE'S AS CREEPY AS THE GIRL!"
"Since you don't want to be near me I suggest you leave! I have papers to fill out." The three death eaters turned around to see the Warden.
"Uh yes sir!'
"Of course sir!"
"I didn't really mean it sir!"
The Warden grunted as he passed the three. They where slowly leaving doing their best not to disturb their supervisor.
"Before you leave Malfoy, you're in charge. Don't do anything, Just get the little jobs done and keep your idiot comrades out of trouble. If anything big happens let the dementors handel it."
"Yes Sir!" Lucius Malfoy said with a sense of pride that he was in charge of Azkaban. Crabb and Goyle seemed a bit fiddled.
"Hey Lucius, who do you suppose your idiot comrads are?" Malfoy rolled his eyes.
"I haven't the slightest idea Goyle."
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The snow was still falling as the warden took the girl outside Azkaban and off the island for good. She wore a simple brown dress and a green cloak, the garments of a slave. Her face and posture, emotionless as it always was.
Nowadays most muggle transportation was rejected. Wealthy people had flying carpets, depending on the size they could be a one-wizard rug or a family size carpet. Of course there was brooms and floo powder, but the floo powder was limited to only those who became a death eater. Death eaters where like the police. The rest of the people had horses. The warden had the opportunity to have one of the more fancy ways of transportation, but he rejected them and used his horse and carriage instead.
The carriage rocked back and forth on the bumpy road as they traveled threw what was once a small town. Traces of tar from old muggle roads could be seen on the sides and what where there was houses, now was nothing but dead land.
The ride was quiet, and very long. 2 hours had passed since they had left, They had arrived at an old building which looked as if it was once a train station. The Warden stopped the horse and turned to the girl.
"Master Voldemort does not know that this place is here, I want you to walk twenty paces east of here and stay there until another man comes. Do not go anywhere, do not speak, just stay still until he comes." With that, he helped the girl out of the carriage and held her shoulders. "If all goes as planed, you'll be free Gwendolyn!" His face lit up, as if he was more happy to see the girl free than she was. He hopped back into his carriage and turned back to Azkaban.
Gwendolyn did as the Warden told her and walked twenty paces east and stood. The area was warmer for some reason, and the snow was not falling on her. She didn't know what to think. For the first time in her life, she wasn't around dementors, or in a cage. She didn't want the Warden to leave her, she knew that..... but she didn't know why. Another man was coming towards her. He acted as if he couldn't see her, until he got a few steps closer.
"You must be the Azkaban girl" His voice was light hearted and he looked a good few years older than Gwendolyn. She looked at him and said nothing. "Come with me, the train will be here soon. I'm Bill by the way, Bill Weasly." He grabbed Gwendolyn's arm and they walked to the old station. "When I was young this train never came here you know?" Bill tried to lighten the mood, "It just went to Hogwarts and Kings cross. I don't think you know where they are do you? Now this train goes all across England, No one knows though except for a few of us"
The train whistle blew in the distance which made Gwendolyn jump. Bill laughed and told her to stand back as the train came into the station. The wheels hissed and the train came to a stop. A plump woman greeted them as they entered the second compartment. "It's noice ter see yah still un one piece Bill" She said in a rather strong accent, "An' it's always noice ter see a new face, What's yer name gurl?" Gwendolyn said nothing. "It's ull roight, we cun tolk later."
Bill and Gwendolyn went into one of the compartments and sat down. Bill sat on the other side of Gwendolyn looking very relieved at his rescue, "You can talk if you want now, It's safe."
Gwendolyn made a small noise under her breath then looked down at her hands she had folded into her lap. Her stomach ached, but she wasn't hungry. Why was she hurting like so? Nothing bad had happened to her, all she could think of was the Warden. Her eyes began to swell up and tear. She touched her cheek and looked at her hand to examinee the tear. "Mr. Bill Weasly sir,"
"Just Bill"
"I, I'm leaking" Gwendolyn looked as if she found out she was dieing.
Bill laughed, "You're not leaking, your upset about something. What's wrong?"
"I don't know"
"That warden guy, from what I heard he raised you. Do you miss him?"
"I guess... Maybe... I'm not sure what I feel... I'm sorry,"
"Sorry for what?"
"For not knowing... anything... I'm stupid... It's in my blood... all muggles are stupid, and useless, and inferior..."
"WHO TOLD YOU THAT!" Bill's voice echoed threw the entire compartment.
"Master Voldemort," Gwendolyn looked at him curiously. Didn't he know about Master Voldemorts teachings?
"That monster is not your master! He is not mine, or my families, or my friends and their families, or Dumbledore's! He is an evil snake who thinks he is immortal but, he can be destroyed. And we are going to stop him" Bill's face was serious. "Ever since I was young, I had my life planned out for me, and that- that bastard took it away! He took a lot of things away from a lot of innocent people."
Gwendolyn didn't know what to do. She was told that Voldemort, the master of masters, was a great man. Who brought order to the world and put everyone where they belong... muggles just happened to be under dogs. Was that all a lie? "I don't have a master?"
Bill sighed with relief. She was easier to convert then some of the other muggles he 'rescued'. "You never had, and never will... I think getting away from those dementors is going you some good."
Gwendolyn looked out the window and watched the snow fall. She traced a path on the window following random snowflakes that passed by. She smiled. She didn't much care for the fact that she was free from voldemort. She, just liked the snow.
To be continued
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please R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!