Perhaps a little recap of what happened when Voldemort won and how some of other people ended. Of course, it's horrible. But life sometimes is horrible. World can be horrible. And when evil wins, there's no time for nice things.

Dora still wasn't waking up. Remus stood under a small barred window and looked out. On the slim piece of sky that was indulged to him. It seemed evening was coming, but he couldn't be sure. He looked out and remembered the times a few years ago. The short, happy meantime when the Dark Lord was defeated.

He sensed a movement behind him and turned around.
Dora slowly raised her head. When she realized she wouldn't see anything anyway because she was somewhere in the dark, she sat. She noticed another person standing before her.
Neither of them spoke. She didn't recognize him and his words stayed stuck in his throat. The despair he felt when they dragged her here increased hundred times.
She was afraid and felt the same fear in the unknown.
Clouds lazily floated away at their endless journey at that moment and let some beams of light fall between cold stone walls of the cell.

"Remus?" she finally recognized her fellow prisoner. Even though he changed so much. He was gaunt, pale with circles under his eyes and glazed look. She yearned to see him the whole time he was gone. To be able to talk to him again, hug him, but now she couldn't do more than sadly cry.
He knelt to her quickly and hugged her.
"I'm sorry. So, so sorry..." he whispered into her hair.
"No... it's my fault..." she sobbed.
"I hoped they never get you."
"And I hoped I will see you at least one more time..."
"Like this? I would it rather never happen."
Quiet sigh and only the beating of two forlorn hearts sounded for several minutes. Hearts whose days neared the end.

"How... how did they find you?" Remus broke the silence with a question biting him the most in the end.
"My fault... just for my stupidity... I wasn't careful enough and I tried to get one muggle-born witch out of trouble. I know you forbade me, but I couldn't only sit and do nothing. I tried with one group to find threatened wizards and get them out of Britain. Behind the ocean at best. We saved lives of some of them."
"But you ended up here because of it!"
"Because I wasn't careful enough, I'm so sorry... because Teddy..." tears again started to roll from her eyes.
"How is he? Is he all right?"
She nodded. "He is fine. At the same secure place," she didn't want to say aloud where, she didn't know whether the Deat Eaters could hear her and she would hate to prepare their son the same fate as befell her and Remus. "He asked after you. If only you could hear him, how good he is in learning to talk..."
"No, no, Dora, don't wish it. I wished you to be safe but at the same time wanted to see you and... you are here. Don't wish the same happening to him."
"I know. But I also know I won't see him again either and... it hurts so much!" she shouted and hit Remus' shoulder, half in anger and half in despair.
"You got to be strong..." he said somewhat paradoxically. Here, in this dreadful place, everyone broke in the end and it was pointless to try to resist. He wanted to comfort her, but there was no way. There was nothing awaiting them and everything behind them kept disappearing into the outside world, behind the firm walls that not a single positive sparkle could cross. Only dull surrender to inevitable fate resonated through everything.

"What about some of ours? Do you know something about them?" he asked slowly. He suspected he wouldn't hear anything good, but he couldn't help himself eventually. Now, when he could ask. Despite the pointlessness of such information. Long months cut off from the world without any news about the fates of his friends... he wanted to hear just anything.
"I don't... don't know much. I was with Teddy most of time, I tried to make up for him that you were not with us. But once I got out, I heard some pieces. Neville Longbottom... Bellatrix gladly took care of him. He followed his parents. It was terrible."
"Poor boy..."
"Yeah. And Horace Slughorn. They found him and wanted him on their side again. He stubbornly opposed. I even don't know whether did they find his body," she was bitterly shaking her head as to banish and deny all these things.
"Almost all teachers of old left Hogwarts. According to Minerva, the school became something appaling, but parents have no choice, they have to let them force black magic upon their children..."
"That's enough, I don't want to hear more, to be sure. The world became a ruin."
"We too, Remus. This is the end."