Never Surrender

Never give up

War is over, the Dark Lord, Harry Potter and many aurors like Alastor Moody, Tonks and Remus Lupin fell. While both sides handle with their loss, one man seizes the opportunity and power – Lucius Malfoy. A new area begins:

Decree of the new head of the wizards, Lucius Malfoy:

Lucius Malfoy and his family are above the law. They are shown the respect due to them.

Each Muggle born and blood traitor isn't allowed to perform magic in any way and has to

take a test by the new wizard council which will decide if he or she has to be enslave or has

to be executed.

Any reproduction with a Muggle born or blood traitor is strictly prohibited. If anybody

makes a stand against it, he will be cursed with death.

To conserve the pure wizard blood line it is a duty to each half – or pure blood wizard to

produce an heir.

Severus Snape is appointed as the new Minister of Magic.

Bellatrix Lestrange is appointed as the supreme judge.

Neville Longbottom is appointed as the first secretary of the head of the wizards, whose

innocent is been proved.

Chapter 1: Enslaved

Scattered sun's rays broke trough the wide paladin window inward the imposing hall and tickled my stiff neck. Sitting on my knees I scraped the floor with the other slaves for hours. We were commanded to polish the hall because of a wedding ceremony which would take place in a few days. It would be the wedding of Draco and Luna. I couldn't still believe that this bastard forced her to marriage. I would love nothing better than to wring his neck or to put a spell onto him. But I was sorry to say that my hands were more or less tied. I was not more than a slave – a twopenny-halfpenny dirty mudblood – in the eyes of this phoney Malfoy family and could be punished willfully. Melancholy I looked back on the time when I wasn't stuck here bound to a magical hobble, which striped me of my magical skills – on a time, when I were Harry Potter's best friend, who rebelled against the Dark Lord' s rule until the end. Voldemort's demise was succeeded by him, but he paid a big price for it. And Lucius Malfoy, this leftie, seized the opportunity and power. A lot of my friends fell in battle, but many of them died by command of the Malfoys. As far as I know some of the Weasley family were still alive and sought refuge in the Hogwart's forest. But I didn't know what happened with Ron. Ginny committed suicide after Harry's death because she couldn't bear up against the pain of losing him. The only one who could manage to be in favour with the Malfoys and became their secretary was Neville. A good many others including me were less lucky. We had to slave day and night, got no real food and were not spared from strokes.

Moaning I got up and went to the window to catch my breath for a moment. Greedily I breathed the fresh air and closed my eyes momentarily. "Who told you to stop working, dirty mudblood?", a icy voice sizzled behind me. Shocked I turned round and caught sight of Draco. His lips were creased into a sardonic grin. My heart banged when I saw how he pulled out a whip and came up to me threateningly. "I will show you what it means to disobey a direct order!", he spat out and closed in for the kill. When the whip hit me for the first time I thought I had to die. The cruel thong hit my chest so much so that I had to gasp. Lurching I bounced against the wall behind me and put my hands in front of my face to save it. The second beat hit my upper leg. I squalled in pain. A warm liquid coursed in rivers down my leg and dripped on the floor. Another time the whip broke in the flesh of my thigh. The pain was so strong that I fell aground. But Draco didn't know mercy as soon as he flew into a passion. Again and again he struck at me and I fell nearly senseless when he stopped suddenly. Out of a black haze and red points in front of my eyes I raised my eyes and saw a figure who corrected him, but strangely I couldn't hear what they talk. Before I blacked out I noticed how the figure knelled down beside me.

When I came around, I thought for a moment that I were in heaven. Silky and soft pillows wrapped me up and let me feel like a new woman. Carefully I opened my eyes and begged that this wasn't only a dream that stopped and let me awake on the cold kitchen floor. Surprisedly I looked at black curtains which belonged to a canopy bed, I was lying at. I panicked when I fancied that maybe Draco hadn't knocked me down but I fell asleep when I cleaned this room having a terrible nightmare. Hastily I peeled myself out of the blanket. There was only one way to find out if this was just a dream or not: If it happened, Draco 's attack would leave marks. My heart was in my mouth, when I pulled off my modest linen dress carefully. A terrible picture manifested me. I swallowed by looking at my oppressed upper leg, which was all over bruises and deformed. Tears ran down my face and blured my view – this mean bastard had deformed me.

But somebody took me here and dressed my wound provisionally. Somebody in this godless castle seemed to have a heart. It's just a question of who. The only two humans, who had surely a heart, weren't here at the moment. Luna staid at the Malfoy's hunting lodge and would come back not until her wedding day or rather to her eternal servitude. Neville had also left the Manor by morning to attend a conference in the ministry.

Silently I crawled to the bed's end and drew the curtain. Furtively I looked at the spare lightend room and made out a figure at the end of the room. He sat at a wide desk and stooped over a stack of paper. His black, shoulder-length hair, which fell onto his face and therefore blured his facial features, let me stop short. Could it, was it possible... With surprise I nearly slipped off the bed. The figure lifted her head and nobody else than Severus Snape, Dumbledores murderer, was watching me.