This is my First Story Since I deleted my Old account and decided to Start over. I hope you all enjoy.

Only In the Light can you find Darkness

Chapter 1: Aftermath

The curse rebound with a blinding light, The Dark Lord fell. All went still for but a moment before wild cheers from the Light Wizards erupted. Alas, no celebration is forever for The Golden Trio, and within minutes the cheering went silent as a new sound pierced the cacophony. A sound that could only be described as otherworldly rose up from the body of the fallen Lord, darkness engulfing the corpse. It lasted only moments, the darkness rolled away and a living breathing Man lay in place of the once dead Voldemort.

"Tom Riddle!" exclaimed Harry, before casting Incarcerous and Stupefy, Ensuring the now alive and human dark lord could not escape.

"What… What now?" asked a rather pale Horace Slughorn asked, fear etched into his face.

The crowd remembered its voice then and many began to shout for the mans demise, Some even trying to finish the job themselves. Only to have their spells Impact random objects randomly, as tho a shield now protected the once hideous Dark Lord.

"STOP!" hollered Harry, "He will stand trial, he will rot in prison enough blood has been shed today.

Behind him Hermione wanted to shake her head, Harry's foolish nature was inevitably a result of Dumbledore's influence and she sighed quietly accepting his decision.

Ron patted him on the back "Serves the Slimy snake right mate leave him in a cell" Ron's Grin was full of hope, but from her spot behind them Hermione was already seeing every flaw in this Idea 'Yeah sure, shove the smartest and most powerful Dark Lord since Morgana in a cell He'll break out and we will all die."

Harry and Ron Shot her twin glares as the last of her thoughts passed through her lips unconsciously, their faces cold as they turned on her.

"What the Hell Hermione, do you think we are gonna let that happen!" Harry Growled
"Should we just kill him Hermione would that make you happy?! Lets just stoop to their level!" Ron Yelled

The crowd around them chimed in hurling insults and hate at her for her thoughts a few agreed with her, but stayed silent.

Hermione stepped back away from the boys, her eyes moist with unshed tears as she turned on apparated away, the wards having fallen long ago.

As she landed at the leaky cauldron she realized news hadn't spread beyond Hogwarts yet, the few patrons that hung around were all quiet, heads hung low. Hermione wasn't in the mood to change that either, quickly placing a few Galleons in the old barkeeps hand no words exchanged as she walked up the stairs to the first open room.

She was tired, betrayed, and somewhere in her heart she knew that nothing had changed, despite everything she did, everything she sacrificed, they still saw her as an outsider, the third wheel to their little bromance.

Sure Ron and her had shared a moment deep in the Chamber, but that's all it was, a moment and she had a feeling Ronald had a very specific idea of what their relationship would be and she knew it wasn't what SHE would want.

Ron wanted someone who would stay home, feed him clean for him, and have his kids. No, he most certainly would not enjoy a working woman, who made him clean and cook for himself on nights she worked late. She snorted and laughed 'oh what a fool I've been thinking we would work out' She cried then, till sleep claimed her.

Back at Hogwarts as Hermione had left, Ron looked toward Harry and shook his head.

"She's just tired, emotional not thinking straight" Ron spoke quietly, exhaustion evident in his face.

Harry chuckled "Probably, especially after that kiss of yours, got her head all muddled"

Ron Smiled brightly at this "It was amazing Harry, everything I'd dreamed, think she will marry me? After she cools down?"

Harry patted his friend on the back as they looked at the defeated Dark Lord "without a doubt Ron"

The crowd around them was busy gathering Death eaters, Live ones bound and stupefied placed near their lord, the dead piled in a small room that was still in one piece.

The wounded Light wizards, and their dead mingled in the Great Hall those still in one piece bustled around, helping how they could.

Walking in to the Hall, Ron lead them over to his family. Molly jumped up and started checking over them in her motherly fashion

"oh dears, I'm so glad your ok, here sit down here let me get you something to drink, such a terrible thing Hermione leaving you boys like that, I'm sure its just the stress of it all getting to her."

Molly set the boys on conjured chairs and handed them warm Butterbeers before bustling off to look after her other children, tears in her eyes as she took in George sitting beside his brothers body. She couldn't handle it and cried deeply sitting with her sons.

In the Entrance Hall, Kingsley Shacklebolt stood confused. Many Death Eaters had no wounds, no traces of spell damage, no spell was without a trace, yet none existed on them. Then you had the Dark Lord, now in human form, laying somehow alive in the middle of the hall. He and the Unspeakables were in agreement that the two phenomenon likely interconnected somehow.

"Shacklebolt, We have checked the corpses thrice over, nothing, no reason for them to have dropped dead. By all accounts they simply fell over dead. Something happened when HE fell, Something that pulled the life out of over 30 Death Eaters, and resulted in HIM returning AGAIN!" Croaker's voice was quiet, but urgent.

Kingsley rubbed his head, a sigh escaping his mouth. "We have tonight to study him, to many people witnessed the events tonight for us to hide him away for study, and if we say he escaped custody It would result in mass panic. He has to stand trial, Go to Azkaban, We can study what happened from there." Croaker shook his head as Kingsley spoke, hating having his hands tied like this.

"We have a design for a new cell we have been working on since the end of the last war, it should hold him, It has enchantments that suppresses the magic of the occupant. He will be powerless. Ill get it ready" Was Croaker's Eventual response as he turned and apparated away.

Kingsley grabbed the Fallen Lords now human body, pulling a Portkey from his pocket and whisked them both away to the ministries holding cells, tomorrow was going to be very busy.

AN:

This whole story is inspired by a Story on the now closed site "Granger Enchanted" That entailed Voldemort surviving the battle and being sent to prison. I cannot remember it's title nor can I find what happened to those stories from the site. It was an incredible story and I am heartbroken that it is gone. I could never do it justice, nor would I ever attempt to re write another authors Work.

That said, Yes I am taking the premise from it, the idea of Voldemort in Prison, I like the concept and want to see where I can go with it.

Thank you all for reading, Any advise Is welcome.

Sincerely
-JJGYET