AN: Be warned that this world is absolutely dark, all hopes lost. There are no more laughter, joy in any corner so if you hope to find fluffs you're in the wrong place.
My Draco changed by the horrid reality does not care about pure blood ideologies no more, his family are all dead.
As for Hermione, safe to say when I write her I don't see her musing too much about being the brightest witch of her age anymore, this Hermione finds no joy in her books thinking they're a waste of time and gives her stupid hope.
Harry Potter has unfortunately passed away. Ronald Weasley is still alive.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K Rowling.
"Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
The night is all dark out side"
-Peter S. Quinn
After Voldemort finally slaim and his ashes scattered onto the 7 magical directions of the Wizarding World, all magical entities alike had been forced to sworn their allegiance to the one and only –Horum. Horum, the one eyed creature which was born out of a powerful tie of magic, magic which was unknown even to the world itself.
He emerged, trampled on what seemed like a child's army which was Voldemort's. He, which the Ministry itself had endorsed kept true to his words and vanquished all things Voldemort –along with it, his over ambitious pureblood aristocrats. What the world is now –light, laughter, hope nor happiness no more. No prophecy of a golden boy that would grow up to chase all the gloom away. All that remains are the thick dread which hangs on top of everyone.
All magical creature even witches and wizards alike have now been degraded to nothing better than the soil they are dragged on. All wands and sources of magic were catalogued and stored away in a place of which only Horum knows of. The wizarding world, what remains of it is a play land for Horum. Horum, a very smart creature he is treats everything equally –which meant that everyone was nothing but a speck of germ in his eyes.
But little did he know, hope is always around –it is the ray of light which the eyes don't see but creeps through the cracks of the wall and lights upon it a shadow. The hope which had always existed hid itself in plain sight, knowing that its birth would serve a purpose –to rid the world of the devil, the devil now in sight which continue its reign of terror and the hope –ever growing more desperate for someone, anyone to discover its prerogative threw itself into a more obvious manner for the hope was in the form of a precious stone, even in the previous light of the world it would have stood out as something precious.
In this morose and desolate world, it will shine –shine more brightly than the stars on the heavens. Determined, it laid out itself on the grounds amidst the filth of the ground –waiting, waiting and waiting for its triumphant return to its powerful master.
A/N: That was intentionally short, I would prefer to go on molding my story with the help of your comments. C&C would be loved :-)
