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THIS STORY CONTAINS SCENES OF VIOLENCE, GORE AND SEXUAL THEMES

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Chapter One

Prologue

'The End'

The battle was over.

Rubble littered the landscape, illuminated by the light of lingering curses and flames that licked all it could as Hogwarts began to fall. He'd witnessed it all, and there before him lay The Boy Who Lived, lifeless, eyes wide and staring, as if mirroring his own bewilderment. He could faintly hear The Dark Lord's cackling and the cheers of his followers revelling in their victory, but it all seemed muffled, drowned out by the hastened beating of the boys heartbeat that flooded his ears like the pounding of a drum, almost deafening him.

Harry Potter was dead.

Voldemort had won.

Draco was snapped out of that moment by a thin hand that gripped his shoulder, he looked up to face his father who refused to meet his eye.

"Come Draco... This is just the beginning of The Dark Lord's new world, there is... Much to do..."

His father's words barely registered, but what Draco did see was the obvious fear under Lucius' strained face. He too hadn't expected this outcome either, he'd hoped the same thing as himself. Harry Potter was supposed to win, but here he lay, emptied of life and along with him he took all hope, all light, all chance of an-

His father's grip tightened as he lowered his sharp gaze upon his son's face.

"You will show no weakness. The Malfoys must survive!!" he hissed, sounding out every word with purpose.

Draco steadied his breath, his father was right. Voldemort would not tolerate anyone weak, he required only the strongest and the purest to exist in his new world order, otherwise he'd dispose of you in the most brutal of ways.

As his father guided him back towards the castle, Draco scanned the scene before him carefully, picking out the faces of former classmates and friends. He recognised many, but it was the face of his mother that left him frozen in place, pale and bloodied laying on the ground just like Potter. He held his breath, remembering what his father said, tears stinging his eyes and threatening to fall, when suddenly, he felt the hand guiding him release as his father threw himself to the ground beside her.

He couldn't see his face but he could hear the despair as his father wailed like an animal in agony, gathering his limp wife into his arms to hold her as he grieved for her loss. His usually well composed father who seemed to lack any emotional range outside of anger and disappointment, was a crumpled mess at his feet, and he wanted to join him in his dispair, to unload the weight settling in his chest. Before Draco could even comprehend it, The Dark Lord descended upon the scene like the Grim Reaper himself, speaking in an almost mocking tone.

"Dear dear, it would seem our lovely Narcissa didn't make it... But surely you can understand, Malfoy, that her sacrifice was not in vain. We have won because of her efforts... You should be overcome with joy, not sorrow, and yet here you weep, spoiling our celebrations. Even your son has better sense. Young Draco, come here my boy."

The long greyed arm stretched out towards Draco, beckoning him to approach. He could feel himself shaking as he used every last ounce of his strength to walk the few feet to where his father still mourned whilst cradling his mother's corpse, refusing to turn his gaze from her face. He felt the thin arm of his master snake along his shoulders to usher him into an awkward, yet firm embrace, forcing him to turn towards his parents.

"You're a good boy, so strong unlike your father. Look at him, he brings shame upon both of us. He looks almost mad... Should I put him out of his misery?"

As he spoke, his hand lifted slowly with his wand pointed towards Lucius, who in return lifted his tear stained face to glance from the manifestation of evil that threatened him, to his son, before slowly looking back his beloved Narcissa. Draco knew, he knew his father couldn't go on from here, but he so desperately felt the desire to live and those words his father had spoke only moments ago still rang in his ears. He MUST survive. Like a rubber band snapping from pressure, Draco felt all emotion leave him, the only thing he felt rushing through him was fear, not for his parents or the people he'd once knew lying scattered amoung the debres around him, no, for himself, and only himself. Was this how Voldemort gained such a large following?

"Your... Your judgement is just and absolute My Lord... Do as you must and I shall follow without question. My loyalty to you is infinite..."

He felt the words fall from his mouth through chapped lips and dry throat, each causing him to feel nauseous as he continued to look down upon his mother and father.

" Very well... AVADA KEDAVRA!!!"

Green light enveloped his family, and he swore he seen his father smile as he looked to him before collapsing on top of the boys mother. He felt a lump form in his throat but quickly swollowed it, he would not grieve his father's peace.

Voldemort and his followers began to advance through the castle and it's grounds, killing mercilessly, torturing children and capturing those deemed worthy of living. Draco watched as the end of everything he knew and loved unravelled around him, it was only him now. No friends, no family, no hope...

But he was determined to live...

- End of chapter one -