It was over. In the end it wasn't enough to just fight on hope. The world lay in a dark cover all around. They had lost, and that was the end. No more fighting, for there was no one else left. Harry had been captured along with Ron and Hermione after leading the order in to Hogwarts. They stood no chance, it was an amsbush. Now it was Voldemort's world, not theirs. He had won, and with his triumph came what people for their rest of their lives will call day of the damned.
He was on a cold floor, wearing nothing but a rag. This is what happened to the Boy Who Lived. No longer the beacon of hope, now a slave for the cruelest man alive. Dumbledore had deceived him, the prophecy had been a fake. Merely a tool to bring death to those who stood in his way, like his parents, Sirius, and his friends. Harry Potter looked up the strain and hurt reflected in his eyes, and fear for his life, as he saw his supposed master approaching. Every person he loved was dead because of him. There was nothing to live for anymore, that's if that bastart let him live.
"Harry Potter..how do you like your accommodations? My offer still stands Mr. Potter, join me in destroying the mudbloods just like I did to yours, and you shall have your freedom. There is nothing you have left, what do you say?" Smiling Voldemort said, looking down on him with the same look Dumbledore used to have.
"never" Harry Spat out. He rather die then join.
Voldemort looked angrier than ever before. Harry just smirked, knowing that his life will end soon. He had nothing to live for after all. They had killed Ron, bastard was going to die anyways, he had betrayed him. Led him believe he was a friend when in the end he was working for them.
And Hermione.. His love his only hope died in front of him, Voldemort raped her in front of his eyes and he could still hear her screams of help. He wished nothing more than to die. He hoped for it.
Who knew his wish was about to come true finally.