**********Please Note: This is not the sequel to Harry Potter and the Sword
of Darkness. This is a story about what would have happened if Harry had
died that night in Godric's Hollow and Voldemort had conquered the
wizarding world and enslaved all the muggles and mud-bloods. I will not
write: I do not own Harry Potter or anyone else in the Harry Potter series.
I only own the plot and characters that aren't in the books: ever again
after this. Ha :p ************************
The Iron Wand
Chapter One: The Pens and the Past
by: DragonFae
A young girl was shoved into a cramped pen with a pitiful window that let in almost no light. The stench of the place engulfed her senses making her eyes water, it reeked of sweat and bile. This girl had been named Kallima, but now she was just called muggle by the slaver. She once had a nickname, which was Kali, so she used that. The pen itself only had a small pile of straw in the corner. This Kali assumed was supposed to be her bed or something close to one anyway. Once she got used to the stench of her quarters, it was as bad as they had said. Kali did have a bed, hopefully some food, and a window. If she could only solve how to reach it, then she could get away for the smell and see the outside world for a change.
She thought, 'Why am I a slave? Why can't I be free?' Kali always got the same response, 'You are a slave because you are a muggle. You have filthy blood, which makes you a slave. You are a slave because Lord Voldemort has allowed you to live.'
Slaves as it was known were those of impure blood. These with impure blood were muggles and mud-bloods. The pure bloods had conquered the impures in one great battle, where many brave wizards perished. It is said that one a man named Albus Dumbledore had been the worst of the impures. He had led a small but powerful army against Lord Voldemort and won a battle here and there. He might have even won the whole war, but the only person who could have stopped Dumbledore, killed him in the final battle. This person was named Peter Pettigrew, the spy. In the end, Voldemort triumphed and enslaved all of the rebels and those unworthy to practice magic.
Kali believed that this was partly true but some details must have been left out. 'Maybe, these rebels were good. They might not have been the rebels. Lord Voldemort might have been the rebel instead.' This made more sense to Kali because there were so many slaves and barely any pure bloods to own all of them.
"Oh well. I can't change anything," Kali said to herself in response to her illogical reasoning. 'Anyway, they would have told us if they had rebelled just to prove they were strong.'
A voice sounded from somewhere above Kali. "Prepare for sale. A buyer is coming in ten minutes. Look nice!"
'How could she get prepared? There's nothing to get ready with.' Just as she thought that, a brush floated down to rest in Kali's hand. 'Never mind'
Kali began to brush her snarled hair. There were at least twenty knots in Kali's medium-length golden blonde hair. Her hair hadn't been brushed for at least two weeks. After seven or eight minutes, Kali's hair was as shiny and knot-free as it could get within reason. The only thing left was her robe. It was black, but the robe looked nearly brown because of the grime and filth on it. All she could do was brush of the dirt with her hands. Then she tied a black cloak that she had found in the streets, around her neck. The main reason why she didn't sell it was because of a small picture on the left side of it. This picture was of a golden lion on a red triangle- like-shape. Kali loved cats, and the lion was the king of cats, so she had kept it. This cloak proved itself useful, when it became cold. No matter how cold it got, the cloak stayed warm. Kali came to the conclusion that the cloak was enchanted.
The voice spoke again, " Ten seconds left. Place the brush on the floor by the door." Kali obeyed, and placed the brush on the floor. To her surprise, the brush vanished. The door opened, and a hand grabbed her and pulled her out into the light. Her eyes swiftly adjusted to the light, only to see nothing but other slaves squinting in the light. Some slaves were old, while other were as young as the age of ten. Many were in rags, but a lucky few had had robes on. A man in a red cape had begun to walk down the hallway. He stopped by some slaves and passed others. Then the man stopped at Kali. He looked her over as she looked him over. He was taller than Kali, but only by an inch or so. His hair was deep black around shoulder length. The man firmly grabbed Kali's chin forcing her to look into his eyes. They were almost black, but when they caught the light, they became a dark shade of green. After a few seconds, she noticed that he was looking into her eyes too. Kali knew she was supposed look down, but she found she couldn't tear her eyes away. It was if she know him from somewhere, but she couldn't place it.
********I would like a ton of reviews, and a lot of readers. If you haven't noticed this is an AU ok. DragonFae *************
The Iron Wand
Chapter One: The Pens and the Past
by: DragonFae
A young girl was shoved into a cramped pen with a pitiful window that let in almost no light. The stench of the place engulfed her senses making her eyes water, it reeked of sweat and bile. This girl had been named Kallima, but now she was just called muggle by the slaver. She once had a nickname, which was Kali, so she used that. The pen itself only had a small pile of straw in the corner. This Kali assumed was supposed to be her bed or something close to one anyway. Once she got used to the stench of her quarters, it was as bad as they had said. Kali did have a bed, hopefully some food, and a window. If she could only solve how to reach it, then she could get away for the smell and see the outside world for a change.
She thought, 'Why am I a slave? Why can't I be free?' Kali always got the same response, 'You are a slave because you are a muggle. You have filthy blood, which makes you a slave. You are a slave because Lord Voldemort has allowed you to live.'
Slaves as it was known were those of impure blood. These with impure blood were muggles and mud-bloods. The pure bloods had conquered the impures in one great battle, where many brave wizards perished. It is said that one a man named Albus Dumbledore had been the worst of the impures. He had led a small but powerful army against Lord Voldemort and won a battle here and there. He might have even won the whole war, but the only person who could have stopped Dumbledore, killed him in the final battle. This person was named Peter Pettigrew, the spy. In the end, Voldemort triumphed and enslaved all of the rebels and those unworthy to practice magic.
Kali believed that this was partly true but some details must have been left out. 'Maybe, these rebels were good. They might not have been the rebels. Lord Voldemort might have been the rebel instead.' This made more sense to Kali because there were so many slaves and barely any pure bloods to own all of them.
"Oh well. I can't change anything," Kali said to herself in response to her illogical reasoning. 'Anyway, they would have told us if they had rebelled just to prove they were strong.'
A voice sounded from somewhere above Kali. "Prepare for sale. A buyer is coming in ten minutes. Look nice!"
'How could she get prepared? There's nothing to get ready with.' Just as she thought that, a brush floated down to rest in Kali's hand. 'Never mind'
Kali began to brush her snarled hair. There were at least twenty knots in Kali's medium-length golden blonde hair. Her hair hadn't been brushed for at least two weeks. After seven or eight minutes, Kali's hair was as shiny and knot-free as it could get within reason. The only thing left was her robe. It was black, but the robe looked nearly brown because of the grime and filth on it. All she could do was brush of the dirt with her hands. Then she tied a black cloak that she had found in the streets, around her neck. The main reason why she didn't sell it was because of a small picture on the left side of it. This picture was of a golden lion on a red triangle- like-shape. Kali loved cats, and the lion was the king of cats, so she had kept it. This cloak proved itself useful, when it became cold. No matter how cold it got, the cloak stayed warm. Kali came to the conclusion that the cloak was enchanted.
The voice spoke again, " Ten seconds left. Place the brush on the floor by the door." Kali obeyed, and placed the brush on the floor. To her surprise, the brush vanished. The door opened, and a hand grabbed her and pulled her out into the light. Her eyes swiftly adjusted to the light, only to see nothing but other slaves squinting in the light. Some slaves were old, while other were as young as the age of ten. Many were in rags, but a lucky few had had robes on. A man in a red cape had begun to walk down the hallway. He stopped by some slaves and passed others. Then the man stopped at Kali. He looked her over as she looked him over. He was taller than Kali, but only by an inch or so. His hair was deep black around shoulder length. The man firmly grabbed Kali's chin forcing her to look into his eyes. They were almost black, but when they caught the light, they became a dark shade of green. After a few seconds, she noticed that he was looking into her eyes too. Kali knew she was supposed look down, but she found she couldn't tear her eyes away. It was if she know him from somewhere, but she couldn't place it.
********I would like a ton of reviews, and a lot of readers. If you haven't noticed this is an AU ok. DragonFae *************
