Things would be different now. Though how different, only time would tell.
New York City, 16 years later
"Avada Kedavra!" yelled the Inspector, watching as the muggle man before him crumpled to the ground. "Thought you could escape from us, did you?" he said turning to the mother and her two children, "stupid muggles. Avada Kedavra!"
The woman died, painlessly and without any signs of a fight.
Things had most definitely changed in the ten years since Robert had died. His predictions, for the most part, had come true. The first thing that happened is that Voldemort had overthrown the English Prime Minister and completely taken over the governments, both wizard and muggle, of England. America, having no wizard government, was their next target. Voldemort sent Brujon, Harley, and Liam to attack the White House. They killed the President and took over America. Voldemort put Liam in charge of the huge country. A few months later, Voldemort, without his Horcruxes, was killed in a revolution. Liam seized power there too.
Liam carried out Lord Voldemort's original plan to kill all the muggles and muggle-borns. He hired a special task force called the Inspectors, which went around killing all the muggles and muggle-borns they could find. With Robert dead, there were only a few straggling wizards and witches to defend them.
Suddenly, a masked boy appeared in front of the muggle children. "You'll regret that," he spat at the Inspector, "Evacium Maxima!"
The man's heart started beating so fast that they could hear it. He gasped, gave the boy a look of purest hatred, and turned on the spot, disappearing.
The boy turned to the newly made orphans, who backed away. "Don't worry," he said removing his mask. "I'm here to help you." He held out his hands. "Let me apparate you away from here." Cautiously, they held out their hands. He spun on the spot and they appeared near a factory. He led them down a narrow alley. When they came out, they were in front of a run-down theater: the remains of the Ambassador Theater. Inside was a small group of people, and beds pushed up against the wall.
"More for us?" said an elderly woman coming out from the crowd.
"Yes, these two," said the boy, "Their parents were killed by an Inspector."
"You are a saint for this, Samuel," said the woman, "God bless you."
"Thank you."
He left, waving to the children. He heard the woman behind him ask their names and where they came from as he left the small, magically hidden orphanage. These had been set up by the resistance for children of those who were killed by the Inspectors. These were muggles and wizards alike; many half-bloods and pure-bloods were orphaned by the Inspectors as well. Samuel was an example. His parents were killed when he was no more that a baby, and his foster parents, Zachary and Madeline Martin, had been murdered by a high up Death Eater named Harley for supporting the muggles.
As Samuel walked out of the little alley, he bumped into someone. He hurriedly drew his wand before noticing the figure he had collided with was a girl of his own age (all the Inspectors were male and had to be at least 30). As he looked at her he was dazzled, feeling like some part of had just died on the spot, yet another had scarcely begun.
"Sorry," she mumbled, and though she tried to hide it, she looked just as dazzled as him. "I—"
"Andromeda!" yelled a voice from the small factory, "your break is over! Get the hell back in here!"
"I have to go," she mumbled, and she scurried off.
He watched her go, longingly. Then he turned on the spot and disappeared.
