Warning: This story has torture, pain, gore, and a lot of messed up situations. Don't read it if you have a weak mind or stomach, or if you find things like abuse and mind games offensive. This story will be a very dark one and I won't be holding back.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter - last I checked Rowling was not my last name. I do thank the lovely writer for allowing us to play in her sandbox, though.


Chapter 1 - The Birth of the New World.

Wizards and witches all over Britain kept their doors locked tight this New Year's Eve and nobody had a Yule log burning in their hearth. Dinner was meager; just enough to sustain their bodies while they avoided looking into their family's eyes, not wanting to see their own hollow expressions reflecting back at them. There was no longer any hope, and many had stopped subscribing to the news since they didn't want to read who had been killed the prior night.

It was 1980 and the wizarding world was on the brink of being taken over. Their last beacon of hope, Albus Dumbledore, who had taken down the dark lord Grindelwald, had fallen to Lord Voldemort's wand just a week prior on Christmas day itself while defending Hogwarts. His body had been ripped apart by his rabid followers, and the halls of the school had been decorated with the fallen hero's entrails; the act made possible using duplication spells.

Dumbledore's head was used to crown the tree, the once bright blue twinkling eyes were now blank and filmy as they looked over the Great Hall from their tall perch. The Dark Lord had called the children in to feast with his loyal followers at the four tables and they were forced to attend while being told by Bellatrix Lestrange and Abraxas Malfoy that they were being bestowed with a great honor. The silent threat was understood that if they cried or tried to stand up to the cruel wizard that was sitting in the throne where the headmaster's chair had once been, they would also become part of the decorations.

Minerva Mcgonagall fought until her bitter end much as Hagrid had. The head of the Gryffindor house was finally stopped with several stunners when she was surrounded by a group of death eaters, but the half giant took several dark curses to bring him to his knees so that Macnair could finish him off with an axe to stop him from directing the hippogriffs and the thestrals who had been tearing into the Dark Army's own creatures. Though other teachers had fought to keep the children safe, those two firmly stood by the light's side so they were shown no mercy. Their heads ended up adorning the walls on both sides of the great hall's door with mistletoe hung above the heads in a mockery of the holiday.

The rest of the teachers were warned that they may keep their jobs provided that they start a new curriculum, and were informed that to teach otherwise would lead to a 're-education' class on their first offense which would be the only warning they would get before being sent to prison. Some, like Professor Quirrell with muggle studies accepted the terms happily being dark sympathizers, but a few gentle souls like Professor Sprout opted to retire instead. Those that chose to leave their position at the school were given permission to do so, but they were required to have tracking charms places upon them so that there would be no insurrection.

Children wrote home that night to inform their families and friends what the Dark Lord had done. Further, they passed on the required message that with the ministry now under Lord Voldemort's command and Hogwarts fully conquered, any more rebels that refused the new order would be sent to Azkaban. Any information on Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix would be rewarded with galleons and positions within the new government, and all muggle borns were now required to register themselves at the Ministry.

The tear stained letters broke the last of the people's hopes. The members in Dumbledore's Order were slowly slaughtered off or sent to Azkaban. Trelawney's prediction went unheard in the year 1980, and by the time the Potter rebels were found, it was May. James Potter perished trying to defend his pregnant wife during an Order meeting with those in the original group that had remained after Dumbledore's death to keep fighting, and Lily Potter was taken prisoner to be tried at the new tribunal. A few, like Alastor Moody, managed to escape being caught or killed by not being present, but most were sent straight to Azkaban except for a few who were kept in the ministry cells for interrogation to make sure there were no other hidden plots.

The Ministry of Magic had been reformed by that point. It was renamed to Colubra and there were many department changes. The DMLE's misuse of muggle artifacts was removed completely and a new sub-department of muggle infiltration was created instead. The Department of Magical Accidents and Catastrophes that handled the Statute of Secrecy on level three was demolished, and each department further up was brought down a level for Lord Voldemort to take over the entire seventh floor. The levels above for the Atrium, DoM, and the courtrooms were kept the same though the department of mysteries was promised a larger budget if they could create useful artifacts that could detect muggle borns at birth or things that only target muggles to kill them off.

All muggle borns were removed from Colubra and only the most talented and well connected half bloods were allowed to keep their positions though they had to have wizarding parents at the very least. The firing process was not easy on those witches and wizards, they were notified not through messages, but from Death Eaters apprehending them halfway through their shifts for a spot of fun torture. Those that tried to fight back were killed off, and their bodies were stuffed like prized hunting trophies to adorn the atrium with as an example for a short period. The muggle borns who had to enter the building to register their blood status were required to read the plaques placed at the base of each victim that explained in detail how they died to keep them cowed.

When the time for Lily Potter's trial came, a month had gone by under heaving questioning with veritaserum and she could barely walk with how heavily pregnant she was as she was pushed into the court chambers. Her arms and legs were almost twigs and her cheeks were hollowed out from being fed so little, but a fierce fire still burned in her emerald eyes as she kept her thin arms wrapped protectively around her belly. Though she wore rags and her hair was matted from weeks of neglect, she still held her head up proudly even as she was shoved into the middle of the stone floor where people from the seats set along the walls up higher could look down at those on trial.

Her glare faltered, however, when her green eyes met red slitted ones. The Dark Lord was sitting behind the Chief Warlock's podium - the seat that Albus Dumbledore had once sat in.

Voldemort had attended the session to see the last of his foes fall, and he smirked inwardly when she broke her defiant stare. She still had spirit in her and that was good; it would bring him greater pleasure to break her today.

He stayed silent while keeping his eyes on her throughout the proceeding, his face giving away nothing of his thoughts. However the intensity of the sadistic gleam in the ruby depths unnerved even his followers, and it made them wonder how Lily Potter could bear her trial without breaking under that look.

Nobody could call the farce an actual trial, but then again, nobody could deny the criminal's guilt. Prior to the takeover, her actions could have been called heroic, but now it was a mudblood trying to promote mayhem during the birth of a new rule. She proudly declared herself not guilty by the old laws; those judging her declared her guilty by the new laws. However, when sentencing was about to be declared, everyone froze at the sound of the Dark Lord clearing his throat.

"This calls for a special punishment due to her physical circumstance," he said in a low silky voice that was heard by all. It was followed with a cold smile that made several shiver with fear, while Lily held her swollen belly tighter as she glared up at him though her false bravado, then wavered with her own shudder. "Would any deny me my rights to declare her sentence?"

The politely worded question was met with silence; nobody wanted to intervene. A couple of people sent pitying looks at the dirty mudblood that stood alone, but they consoled themselves with reminders that she was at fault for having fought for the losing side. Others looked away, but a good portion watched hungrily, eager to see the drama carry on.

"Very well then," he said, sounding pleased as he folded his long white fingers together on the podium in front of him."Lily Janice Potter née Evans, you have been declared guilty of being a terrorist and a rebel by the new laws. You have also been found guilty of being an unregistered muggle born, for obstruction of justice, for resisting arrest, and for continuing to socialize with muggles even after the recent laws passed. You have been defiant of the new regime despite the government-"

"You MONSTER!" she screamed, causing a few chuckles to ring out among the higher tiers. "You call this a government?! You're nothing but a bastard, Tom Riddle! A -"

A red light from a guard shot out to effectively immobilize her and nobody dared to look in their Lord's direction; afraid of attracting his attention. Yet, his quietly hissed laughter drew their eyes towards him, but by the time they saw him, his eyes had focused on the guard that had stunned the witch and his wand was pointed at the young man.

"Crucio," he hissed out coldly, and the chamber echoed out with the wizard's screams of pain for several long minutes before he stopped the curse. "Did you think I could not take care of her myself? Wake her."

The guard scrambled to a crawling position while nodding vehemently at the command, and he shakily muttered Rennervate to wake her up. Lily shakily got to her feet and stumbled back a few steps, stunned at how easily Voldemort tortured even his own loyal people.

"Please," she began before her eyes dropped to the belly she was still holding. She was willing to beg for her unborn baby. "Please… my baby is innocent. He only has one month left m-My Lord." She had to sob out the title, but for Harry, she would do anything. He was all that she had left since the rest of the Order was pretty much gone. "I will do anything you want, if you will let him live."

"Ah, Lily," Voldemort purred seductively just to see her eyes jerk up to meet his once again in fear, feeling slight disappointment that it only took speaking her name to get that reaction. "As if I'd want to use a dirty and malnourished mudblood like that."

She flinched at the reminder of how grimy and disgusting she was while mocking laughter reigned down from above, but it cut off as soon as he raised a hand for silence.

"Your punishment will proceed," he stated coldly as he pointed his wand at her to cast a parseltongue spell.

A sickly green smokey ring shot out at her before she could dodge then dissipated without any discernable effects. When she looked back up at him in confusion, because she had been expecting pain, the smug look in his eyes made her pale. "W-what did you do?" she stuttered out as she looked back down at her belly and started to rub it to make sure that her baby was okay.

"I've granted your request for your baby to live," he declared before leaning forward to smile down at her. "You, however, will not be allowed to give birth. He will continue to grow in your womb like the parasitic leech that he is, and when he gets large enough, he will rip his way out. I will then have him raised as a killer, and he will grow up knowing that he killed his own mother in the worst way possible."

Lily collapsed down to her knees and screamed out her anguish - that was not a life for any living creature to live, let alone her own son. She would have preferred for them both to die, and now she hated herself for causing this to happen to her child. He would hate himself and fall prey to Voldemort and she would not be alive to protect him.

She began screaming out vile profanities to the heartless monster as the guards came down to grab her arms, his declaration of sending her to Azkaban having been missed, and her voice was silenced with a sharp blow to the head that knocked her unconscious. The last thing she heard was the despotic wizard's cruel laughter that was joined by the rest of the dark wizards that he commanded.


A/N: Due to my health and eye problems, I cannot promise consistency in updates. I do love writing this story, though, it has been floating around in my head for a while and I have kind of a story board written for it which is the first time I've attempted at making one! Normally I go with what comes to me. I do have plans to get back to the Philosopher's stone eventually, but I've lost interest in writing that for now since I lost the last chapter because my fiance reset the internet as I hit the 'submit' button. Now I write all my chapters in docs rather than on FFnet so that won't happen again!

If you would like to leave reviews with critiques, those are always welcome! I like critique on my writing style and story ideas! Regular flaming is not welcome, and if you don't like the story, don't read it. There are warnings posted in it, so there's no excuse to come along and troll someone's hard work just because it makes you feel uncomfortable. Some people enjoy dark stories like these, so go white knight a real cause by joining groups that stop animal cruelty or other things like that rather than insulting fictional writing that hurts nobody on the internet. If you flame me, I'll laugh and keep writing anyway.

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Chapter 1 finally edited on 6/27/17. Thank you, Faelwyn!