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Voldemort has won…Harry was dead.
At least that's what everyone had thought…..
*flashback*
Voldemorts booming voice rang through the grounds of Hogwarts…"Harry Potter is Dead! Surrender or prepare to Die...!" At these words my heart clenched and my vision became blurry. Harry was dead? Surely not… We had been fighting too hard for it to be that easy, too long for him not to be victorious.
But as the death eaters gained control over Hogwarts, it seemed that my fears were coming true…
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"Hermione wake up! You're disturbing the others!" Ginny shakes me as I slowly open my tear-encrusted eyes… "Wasts the madder?" I groggily ask. "You were crying again… louder this time…" Ginny sniffs. "Try to go back to sleep, we have a long day tomorrow."
I turn over on my ragged pillow, huddle in a ball to keep warm, and sigh…I did not look forward to the day that lay ahead. It would be just the same as all the others: tiring and useless… for it had been six years since the fateful day that Lord Voldemort gained control of the world, both wizarding and muggle, and dispersed many people that fought against him into concentration camps, wandless and out of control.
My name is Hermione, I am 23 years old, and I am a slave.