The war is over and Voldemort won. Now the war prisoners will be the reward of his followers, Hermione Granger and Barbara Black are amongst them. Hermione was chosen by Malfoy and Barbara by Theodore Nott. Both girls seem certain that both boys are slimy gits that are loyal to a maniac. But as masks are shed, links are made, the girls start another battle, they'll be battling their hearts.

Draco Malfoy hated the position he was in, he didn't believe in any of the crazy things Voldemort said, but his family had stood by his crazy ideas for more than 50 years and now that the lunatic had won, he had to make him believe he was at his side, but when Hermione Granger enters in the pic. He starts to wonder if he could take the biggest lie in his life forward.

Theodore Nott was happy with his life. Voldemort had just won the war, and his family was in high regard. But when he chooses the most dangerous of the war prisoners, Barbara Black, he thinks that he will bend her easily. But when she starts to make him rethink his views, he will do anything to win her heart.

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Prologue

Hermione Granger threw herself on the ground to avoid a curse thrown at her, panting, she looked at her surroundings. The dark night was lighted by various curses and hexes flying from each side, which made possible for her to see the outlines of the trees of the forbidden forest. This was it, this was what they were waiting for, the final war, the war that would change it all. Rolling to the left, she made sure that her body was hidden by a thick bush. Taking the time to level her breath, she quickly accessed her situation: she had at least three death eaters searching for her, the war was definitively tilting to Voldemort's side and she had a serious injury in her right leg due to a curse.

Huffing Hermione peeked through the bush and what she saw made her hope roar high: battling the three death eaters stood a black panther, its elegant figure masking its deadly power.

The panther made a run for the tallest of the death eaters and jumped on him, knocking him out effectively, then the animal turned to the three remaining two, jumping from the curses thrown at it, the large feline ran to the death eater that had thrown the light blue curse and used one par to knock him out. The remaining death eater tried to escape but within one minute, he had the same destiny as his pals.

Smiling, Hermione walked to the place where the black panther stood "Great job, Barbara" the panther meowled before in its place appeared a petite pale girl, smirking, the girl looked at the three defeated death eaters "It's easier this way" she commented.

Laughing, Hermione started to run alongside her best friend, her leg hurt like hell, but she pushed the pain to the back of her mind "How's the war going?" she asked Barbara. The brunette's expression closed and because of that simple gesture, Hermione knew it wasn't something she would like.

"We had to send Harry away" she said sighing, Hermione gasped, she knew it was bad, but not that bad "We had to knock him down, he didn't want to leave all his friends and allies here" she sighed again and then continued "But he had to leave, we are losing, and we are losing big. We couldn't gamble his life alongside ours, he is our salvation"

Hermione sighed and nodded, she was happy Harry was secure. If he was safe, then they had a chance, even if they lost a war, they had a chance.

They kept running, dead bodies kept appearing now and then, some not as unknown as they would've wished. Hermione felt tears come into her eyes, but she fought them with all her will, tears didn't have a place in a war that would decide their fate.

The two girls stopped when ten death eaters appeared around them. Standing back to back, they looked at their attackers, all their wars raised, some known faces: Lucius Malfoy, Barty Crouch Sr and Jr and others. Barbara snickered looking at Voldemort's minions "What do you think?" she asked Hermione, a smirk on her face.

"Oh, you know what I think" Hermione said mirroring her smirk, Barbara's one got larger "Fight until we're dead?" she asked.

Hermione grinned and repeated "Fight until we're dead" both girls raised their wands at the same time.

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Ron panted and hid behind a large tree, he quickly peeked to see if he had death eaters behind him, but he found none. He sighed in exhaustion and relief, then he started to access the situation: they were losing the war, but they had managed to send Harry to the new Order of Phoenix headquarters, he couldn't find either Hermione or Barbara and absolute dread started to make its way to his chest. What if they were dead? Hermione was the best planner and researcher they had and Barbara? Barbara was an excellent wandless witch plus she was an animagus, just like her father. Plus both girls were excellent at spell casting. Alonside with Harry, the two girls were excellent at spell casting were their best fighters, losing them was like losing 2/3 of their advantage.

"Look what I found! A weasel, the Dark Lord will be pleased" Ron's head turned to the source of the sound; he cursed rather loudly when he spotted Pansy Parkinson. He couldn't help but notice she was a mess. Her hair had sticks and leaves sticking everywhere she had dirt smudges all over her skin and clothes. He told her so "You're a mess, Parkinson"

She glared at him and crossed her arms "And so are you, although I could hardly differentiate from your normal state" she bit, he rolled his eyes, good old Parkinson, she was.

"At least my personality is better than yours" he bit back, crossing his arms and leaning on the tree he used to hide himself.

"Let's cut the bullshit, weasel" she said grabbing her wand, he did the same and quickly said "Expelliarmus"

Her wand left its owner hand and went directly to him, she glared at him and was about to scream when he grabbed her arms and put a hand over her mouth. Ron had heard footsteps and when he heard the voice of Crabbe Sr and his son, he quickly apparated to the Order of Phoenix HQ, completely forgetting he had a death grip on a certain Slyrtherin's arm. When they arrived (the wards recognizing him immediately) was when he remembered who he had with him in one of the worst ways, she bit his hand, hard.

"What the hell?" he said releasing her quickly, he looked at her, his injured hand in his other "You bit me, bitch!"

Pansy crossed her arms and glared at him "You know what I wanted to do to you?" she asked with venom in her voice "I wanted to cut your balls off, bare handed" she answered her question, her eyes shooting daggers at him.

He only rolled his eyes and pointed his wand at her "Petrificus Totalus"

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"This is a new era to all of us!" Voldemort proclaimed to his followers, the crowd cheered "An era where pureblood wizards will rule the world, never having to deal with lower people!" more cheers and applauses.

"To reward you for your loyalty and efforts during this war, each one of you will be able to chose one slave from the war prisoners" the crowd went crazy, most war prisoners were rather young, their ages ranging from fifteen to thirty or forty "Purebloods will be used to procreate. We need to raise our numbers and inbreeding can cause many problems. We want strong civilians" more cheers "The rest will be used as normal slaves, although I don't mind if you use them for your pleasure. But getting them pregnant is forbidden"

The crowd cheered and a wave of applauses started, Voldemort's followers were happy with their reward.

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