A/N: Sorry this chapter took a while. I had to write it all over again.
Disclaimer: You know damn well I don't own Harry Potter.
Chapter 1: The New Headmaster
3:24 am, One hour after Voldemort had defeated Dumbledore and had completely taken over the school: Students were now filing into the dinning hall, their faces reflecting worry and fear. The Hogwarts students were all frozen in fear as the masked Death Eaters flanked the house tables. Only the Slytherin students seemed calm, some even seemed amused. Draco and his cronies had huge grins on their smug faces.
Once everyone was seated, the Death Eaters went around shushing people and telling them to shut up. Hermione, Ron, and Neville sat across from Ivy, Fred, George, and Lee. "I wonder what's gonna happen now," Ron whispered. "Whatever it is, I'll bet it's not good," Neville answered. "Hey!" Ivy snapped, keeping her voice low. "You all need to shut up before those creepy dudes come over here!" "Sorry," Neville muttered, "We were just wonderin' is all." "Still," Hermione badgered, "Ivy is right you know. You two need to keep it down." "Oh, please, Hermione," Ron teased, low enough for only Hermione to hear, "You're only agreeing with Ivy because you practically idolize her." Hermione rolled her eyes. But, it was true.
It was during Harry, Hermione, and Ron's 2nd year when Ivy first came to Hogwarts from America; the same year the Chamber of Secrets was opened. Ivy had been in her fourth year then. She and Hermione had met in the library some time before Hermione was petrified. Ever since Hermione's 3rd year, they would meet up and talk about anything and everything. She was even there to help Hermione and Ron through the sorrows accompanying Ginny and Harry's passing had brought.
Over time, Hermione had come to respect Ivy for her intelligence and boldness. She was tough, smart, beautiful, and funny. Being raised in America, she always had something interesting to talk about, whether it was a story, a memory, an opinion, or past experience. Even though Ivy was a couple years older than Hermione, they became good friends, passing notes in the hallways. So, yes, Hermione did kind of idolize Ivy, but Ivy was the type of person you couldn't help admiring.
"Hey," Fred pointed out worriedly. "More Death Eaters are coming out." All stared as the Death Eaters entered the Great Hall; walking single file behind the table where the Hogwarts teachers use to sit. They all took a seat in one of the chairs. The only seat open was the Headmaster's chair, where Dumbledore once sat. Dead silence filled the dinning hall as a tall, hooded figure entered the room and made his way over to the empty chair. The Death Eater sitting to the right rushed out of his seat to pull out the chair for him. He then sat down and slowly removed his hood.
The students gasped in surprise when they saw what the hood had concealed, for it was not a frightening, skeletal figure, but a handsome young man with dark hair. Although his face was not frightening, the look on his face was pure evil and sent cold shivers up and down the students' spine. As he addressed them all, his voice was full of hatred and malice.
"Good morning Hogwarts students," he hissed icily, as his mouth contorted into a twisted smile, " I am Lord Voldemort, your new Headmaster."