Don't worry Cap'n Dru Shaddix, like I said earlier (but it was in one of the notes at the beginning and I know I usually skip reading those) there will be three parts to this. That was just the end of the second. P.S. Glad you like it.

Thanks for the constructive criticism EsScaper. I was worried about making it too emotional and over the top so I probably went a bit too far the other way. If I get the time I might re-write it.

Aww… thanks CitrusPeach. Wow, that's pretty early. I was 13 before I decided to become vegetarian. I'd wanted to for a few years before that but my parents didn't want me to. Yea, I've heard of it. I don't really have a big problem with (other) people eating meat, it's more that I think the animals don't get a very good life and that the land could be used more productively to grow vegetables (i.e. a lot more people could be fed.) Also I don't really see the point, we don't need meat to survive so why kill the animals? My sister (who was living in England for a while) once brought me back Morning Star Bacon Style strips and they were so good! And yea, veggie nuggets are yummy. That sounds pretty bad alright. Does everyone not get sick from it? Or is it really cooked? I think most schools here you do do PE till the end (the last two schools I went to were just a little… odd) but there are no exams or anything in it. That sounds really good, musicals have to be either really happy or really sad. (3 reallys!) My e-mail's irene.mcquillan2mail.dcu.ie Have a fun trip! Will you be speaking Spanish on it? It was really long. Here, have a trophy made of keyboard characters for such a long review: U>
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Grimaland? What is Grimaland? I can't see what if anything your "review" had to do with this fanfic. You're certainly entitled to your opinions but I'm sure there are many more appropriate places to express them.

This is the start of the 3rd part. See as I'm writing this, any possibly happy bits have been skipped and we're back to everything being awful. It's skipped forward again but only about five years this time.

Voldermort's Dungeons:

Remus took a deep breath to steady himself. Then, when the stench of the dungeons filled his nose, he wished he hadn't.

Harry had killed Voldermort. Tom Riddle was finally gone. But what a mess he'd left behind.

Remus had been beneath Riddle Manor for about half an hour now, part of a team of Order members and Aurors. They'd been ordered to search the cells, to see if any prisoners were still alive in this man-made hell. So far they'd found only dead bodies. Most had their throats slit.

It seemed the guards had executed them when it became apparent that they had lost the war.

Each time they opened a cell and saw another battered, lifeless corpse Lupin felt a little bit of his soul crumble and die. But they had to keep looking. There was still the small hope that some people had survived. Besides, the bodies had to be removed.

'How can anyone be capable of such evil?'

Somehow that thought only struck him now, after the war was finished. Certainly he'd seen people wounded and killed before. But that was different. That was on a battlefield. The cruelty and death engaged in here seemed mindless, done entirely for its own sake.

'Only one more door.'

This one was different to the other, where the fronts were iron bars. This one had a heavy wooden door blocking any view of what was inside. Several curses had to be removed before it would open. When finally they had all been dealt with Tonks opened the door. She didn't look so young anymore. Her right arm was still in a sling from the final battle.

In the shadows at the back of the cell a body lay curled in on itself and facing away from them. Even in the poor light it was clear that figure was covered in uncountable injuries. The Aurors turned to leave.

"Wait!" Remus could sense something they couldn't. The blood here was fresh. "This one's not dead."

Cautiously he entered the cell. Relief at having found at least one person alive warred the knowledge that the injuries becoming apparent were worse than any he'd seen before. He - for Lupin could now tell that the prisoner was male - was naked and emaciated beyond belief. Little skin was visible beneath the bark bruises and layers of dirt and dried blood. But the whip lashes on his back had exposed bone. Closer now, it was evident he was shaking. Though this response was more likely due to the crutius curse than the cold Remus still took off his cloak and wrapped it around the skeletal form.

"We're going to get you out of here. Do you understand?"

There was no answer.

Carefully, as he didn't want to cause further injury, Remus turned the man to face him. But he still could not tell if he was conscious. Both his eyes were swollen shut. His whole face was covered in bruising. His jaw and nose were certainly broken, probably both his cheek bones as well. Lupin looked away, he felt sick.

It was then that he noticed a note pinned - literally pinned - to the man's left arm. Just beneath it was the dark mark, crossed through with an x of deep scar tissue. He realized who this had to be.

His voice broke as he said it but he managed to get the words out. "I think this is Snape."

The scrap of parchment was bloodstained but the elegant scrawl was still legible. Just five words: "My gift to you Albus."