Hey there :D So, chapter 11... It's gone so fast, as my first ever real serial fanfic (I've done one-shots before but nothing like this) I really love this story. I love this story to death. Anyway, there's quite a few more chapters to go. Reviews would be great... I hope this doesn't come across as too pretentious or depressing. Let me know if it does. Enjoy!

"Come forth, my Dementors!"

At that moment, the air around them seemed to flee, to go dry, to abandon them when they needed it the most. Damn you, air. Hades grinned his evil grin, flashing beautifully white teeth behind a slightly off-white beard. It was not a pleasant sight. Behind him, shadows lurked, lurked just out of sight. Magic Energy seemed to seep out of the team slowly, as if there was a leak somewhere in their being. Their eyelids grew heavy.

And so they came.

4 Dementors for the 4 wizards, each one hiding hatred and tragedy behind their dark hood. Each one had a target.

Erza's reached her first; the swords she was controlling collapsed and gave into gravity. Here eyes grew wide and vacant.

"Je...llal..." Erza's whimper was barely audible, but the rest of the team knew what she had said alright. Of course, the name of the man who had caused her unimaginable pain yet unimaginable love at the same time was bound to come up when in the presence of bad memories and childhood nightmares.

The Tower stood tall before her, stretching up so high it looked as if it could touch heaven. But Erza knew it couldn't touch heaven, because in her world, there was no heaven.

Every morning she woke up to the same wails, screams and cries of the innocent. It was endless. Children had their naivety stolen from them, and the elderly had been robbed of their last days in peace. And what for? So a bunch of lowlife scum could build a hideous and useless contraption in the middle of the ocean? No, that couldn't be it. Erza's whole life in Rosemary Village could not have been taken away from her for such a mundane, wasteful task. She refused to believe it.

But yet, it was true. She could find no other reason why she was here, spending her days dragging bricks that weighed double her body weight around and digging endless holes for hours on end. Was it too much to ask? Was it seriously too much to ask for freedom?

"There's no freedom in THIS world."

"There's no freedom..."

"THERE'S NO FREEDOM!"

His words haunted her for the rest of her life.

Titania was the first to fall.

The Demon roared. It's howl was loud enough to cause earthquakes and demolish cities. In fact, it already had. As Grey lay crushed by the ruins of the town he once called home, he felt no desire to cry. His tears had been overpowered by shock, fear and rage. His hands were still shaking. At this rate, they would never stop.

Grey wanted revenge. Grey wanted to kill Deliora. Grey WAS going to kill Deliora, with his own two hands.

But he didn't, did he? He failed, failed so miserably that he brought death upon another, upon his very own master, and drove his fellow pupil into the darkness. He was pathetic. And what's worse, he always would be.

Soon after, Grey collapsed without making a sound.

"Da-ddy... I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry."

"Sorry?! Sorry?! You dare even speak! How many times have I told you to stay silent unless you are permitted to speak?! You're useless. Your mother would be ashamed of you!"

The memory of that day was still fresh in her mind; she could never forget it. It was the day she finally decided to run away from 'home'. But it never was 'home', was it? It hadn't been home since her mother died, and all the love the household once contained had died with her. She bided her time for 7 years, until she eventually turned 17, when she believed she was old and wise enough to handle life in the outside world.

She remembered running, running until her feet were bruised and bleeding. She wandered aimlessly for a year, still feeling as lonely as she did in the mansion, yet still being terrified of going returning.

Then she'd finally thought she'd found friends, a family, a thought she was happy.

She was dead wrong.

The Guild Hall destroyed. Her friends battered, knocked unconscious and pinned to a tree. All her fault. Once again, her father ruined her life.

After that, the flashbacks became quick and brief, yet painful all the same.

Being thrown against the wall, being kicked and dragged by her hair. Gajeel's torture, his idea of fun.

Being tossed around an arena like a rag doll, with millions of people pointing, and laughing at her helplessness.

Minerva's 'performance'.

Watching herself die.

Lucy Heartfilia was the third to pass out.

"Igneel? Igneel?! Where are you Igneel?! DON'T LEAVE ME!"

He couldn't have left; it was impossible. Igneel was the only family Natsu had. If he was gone, then... No. He couldn't be alone, he couldn't. Igneel promised he would stay, he promised!

But as Natsu ran through the forest with tears streaming down his face, he felt his unwavering faith in the dragon he called 'father' fade away. He was nowhere to be found.

It was the date 7/7/7, and Natsu Dragneel, son of Igneel, was all alone.

Not even the Dragon Slayer could take the Dementors.

Hades smiled a little - if one didn't know him, you could easily mistake it for a beam full of love and kindness. But there was no kindness there, no love, only the crazed coldness that often comes free with a deadly ambition. He swung his leg backwards and aimed a violent kick at each of the limp bodies that were sprawled out on his floor. The motion was followed a laugh.

"It's off to Azkaban we go, children of Makarov."

They vanished with a swift crack!

Hidden away in a corner, a Blue Exceed trembled. His fur stood on end from the terror he felt... He was helpless. But still, he couldn't give up. The crazy headmaster had taken his friends, and it was up to him to save them.

He WOULD find a way. He was Happy of the Fairy Tail Guild and he WOULD find a way.

Just you watch.