Ttile: Storm Detatchment
Author: Arrisha
Betas: MirnandNack, SimplyIsabelleS
Genre: Tragedy, Drama, Angst, Slash
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Snape
Summary: During World War III, Harry Potter, the orphaned boy who once survived the Killing Curse, was thought to be Lord Voldemort's right hand.
Warnings: Violence.This fiction contains various brutal themes, explicit sexual abuse you might find disturbing or might upset you, and some other stuff. Read and find out.
Author's notes: A lot of reading had to be done so this fiction would be completed. I collocate here the bibliography I used.
The Complete Hitler - Speeches and Proclamations - Max Donorus
Speeches of Adolf Hitler: Early Speeches, 1922-1924, and Other Selected Passages - by Adolf Hitler and Norman H. Baynes
Mein Kampf - Adolf Hitler
Downfall - script
Der Letzte Zeuge - Rochus Misch
Five Days That Shocked The World - Nicholas Best
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Warner Brothers and JK Rowling own all rights to the Harry Potter world. This work is intended for adults only and if you are under aged in your location or forbidded from reading, please do not read.
"During World War III, Harry Potter, the orphaned boy who once survived the Killing Curse, was thought to be Lord Voldemort's right hand. He stood beside him, dedicated, loyal and silent, as a man and a soldier. Young Potter would never talk much. He would whisper his thoughts to the Dark Lord's ear and he would point at the world map with his fingers, trailing lines, suggesting war plans for the army, plotting political murders and never talking directly to any of us. It was said that when Great Britain surrendered, Potter himself created the plan for Europe, working as a secret operator for our leader. They were always traveling together, commanding the British Army and talking to the soldiers about our aim. Harry Potter used to be the one who organized the Dark Lord's speeches and interviews for the press. At that time, he was the most trusted man of the dictatorship. On the second of May 1998, no one knew why Potter chose to follow us, instead of dying. But we all suspected."
"Memories Of The Blood Purge War", Lucius Malfoy - 2030 (page 30)
In 1998, Voldemort sent the first warnings to Europe about his expansionist ambitions, moving on an undisguised slaughter, violating the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy for the first time since 1692. Then, in 1999, he ensured the preservation and expansion of our race by setting up a new project under the name of Blood Control, which put into action the exile of the Muggle-borned and the blood traitors to the concentration camps we had built in Channel Islands, sparing their lives, and sending the Muggles and Squibs to other prison-like, stricter camps in Orkney Islands – to be executed on the grounds of their provenance.
Soon after my decision to follow him, the Dark Lord began the War. He sent twenty Death Eaters in charge of completing a list of every person in England that should be immediately arrested. We moved on to the reconstruction of the British Ministry of Magic, creating new domains and redefining the old ones, naming the main sector Department of Magical Law and Blood Control Enforcement. I asked him several times to let me run this unit, secretly seeking a way to track the place my friends were at in the camps, but the Dark Lord wouldn't hear of it. He would never entrust me with the lists of the wanted and the exiled ones. Furthermore, I would receive the Cruciatus curse every time I'd start asking questions about Ron or Hermione, so soon enough I stopped talking about them and just did my job. Still, he kept denying giving me the very position – and he nominated Lucius Malfoy Head of the Department.
It took Lucius almost seven months to publicly call out for every muggle and muggleborn in Britain. Soldiers of our army broke into their homes and forced them to present themselves for their exile. The Ministry fiercely seized wands, searched through personal items, confiscated their money. Innocent people saw their houses being destroyed and burned. We were calling them in gradually, once a week, alphabetically. Children were left behind alone for weeks and lovers were separated. I witnessed everything, and signed what I had to when I had to.
After England was finally cleaned, we conquered France. The French Minister of Magic, understanding he didn't have any chance to win the battle, made an agreement before our military reached their borders. We recruited their soldiers through to our army and trained them. The Dark Lord was in love with our plan. He would talk about the New World, amazed and incredibly sure of himself.
The defeat of Italy, Austria, Ukraine, and Spain ensued quite swiftly. We are currently besieging Germany, which even until today resists us. As time passed, and new victories came through, we became stronger and even more people desired to rank to the Death Eaters and the Wizard Military. The Dark Lord set me as a Commander. I am his trusted one. I am feared the same way he is. All of his followers respect me.
In his first famous public speech in 1999, he called on the English people and his words soon traveled the whole Europe.
"The great time has just begun. Wizards have awoken. We have won power in England. Now we have to win over the others. I know it must have been difficult, when you desired a change that never came, and you remained hidden from the world for over three centuries," he had begun, "while we were forced to hide our citizens, our powers, our children, because for the short time we lived among these muggles we were tortured, killed, and burned for our magic. We, wizards, were being always mistreated and abused by those inferior viruses! You were told you mustn't react, that you must obey, must give in, you must submit to their laws and pretend you are of their kind so you could survive in your own neighborhood." By that time I knew it. They didn't follow out of fear. They adored him, indeed. "… What we dreamed of for centuries has become reality. The most precious possession you have in this world is your magic. Some of you might call me a murderer. Some of you might think of me as a dangerous man who might harm you, while these miasmas were the only ones who did any damage to you. It was them. I was not the one who made you lock your little ones inside so they would not be a subject of mockery. I did not tell you to lie nor to keep your God given gift to yourselves. They did. Because of the muggles, we cannot exist. We cannot act. My dream is on your side. We are wizards. We are not the demons they treated us like. They are the only dangerous ones. Those weak, useless people, incapable of doing the simplest things, infecting the Earth with their oils and chemical poisons so they can travel or communicate in the ways we always could. They are abominable. They are dangerous to us, to our planet, to our future. They harmed our people and ridiculously shrank our national borders. Are you not furious? Are you not tired?"
Millions of people beneath us screamed and praised him, shouting his name, clapping, raising flags with the Dark Mark and casting sparklers with their wands.
Afterwards, the Dark Lord had cast a silent Sonorus on my neck and had let me speak.
"We know our needs," I had claimed. "We have been underprivileged and misled. And as long as Europe is ruled by non-magical people, we will never be free. However. there's no need to worry; we will protect you. We –" I had looked at the Dark Lord for encouragement "We will give you a nation in which you will never have to hide again. Europe must be cleaned of the muggles. Europe must become ours."
Later on that day, I had received another Cruciatus Curse, for not memorizing my part perfectly. The following week, a picture of me and the Dark Lord talking to a sea of people appeared in every magazine in the world.
As I remember these days, almost three years ago, examining our process through the war and our wins and failures since then, I realize that I have given my best to remain quiet and obedient. How much of myself I have killed and locked away to accomplish that, it doesn't matter. The greater good was always more important than Harry Potter.