FALLEN
By: Fire Spirit

Chapter 01: Worst Day Ever

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Yesterday was the worst day ever
And tomorrow won't be better
It's history repeating on and on
Summer plans are gone forever
I'd trade them in for dishpan water
Cause everyday is never ending

"Worst Day Ever" Simple Plan

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The Unthinkable had just happened. One moment Voldemort and Dumbledore were locked in a battle in the Atrium… and the next? Everyone was running for his or her lives. No one knew how and no one knew why, but Dumbledore vanished. Ka-poof. Just out of thin air, leaving everyone else to fend for themselves. Everyone fled from the Ministry of Magic quickly; only a hand full of them was there, unable to attempt a final duel with Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Luckily, for the members of the Order they had all been able to escape, with the help of Apperating.

None of them have been seen since that day.

As for Harry and the others that were still somewhere in the department when Voldemort won, had a harder time escaping; since Death Eaters were now crawling all over the department looking for the six 'meddlesome' teens. In the end Luna, Ron, Hermione and Ginny had managed to get caught. The only ones who managed to escape were Harry and Neville. Even they were very lucky to escape. Neville had managed to escape when one of the Order members were appearating, and right before Dumbledore vanished without a trace; Harry made a break for the exit of the Ministry with the man from the statue acting like a shield.

Voldemort had taken over the world faster then a blink of an eye. He seemed to have Death Eater positioned everywhere in Europe and beyond. No one could escape, move or even speak without somebody knowing about it. The world was taken over in less then an hour, simply because anyone that got in their way, was no more. Resistance was not an option. It was either follow Voldemort - the new lord - or die. The Death Eaters that were working at the Ministry soon overrode Fudge and gained control of the Ministry of Magic, alongside Hogwarts, which was now Dumbledore free. They also had powers from Voldemort to arrest or kill anyone that got in their way. That was anyone except for anyone in the Order of the Phoenix (who all had a phoenix tattooed on their right arm) and Harry Potter. These few people were wanted alive, and had a large price of their heads for their capture. They were wanted alive, as Voldemort had a slow and painful way of making them non-existent. As for the other five with the Potter boy, they were wanted dead or alive. And, Voldemort had four out of the five he needed to make Potter suffer even more.

And this is where our story begins…

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"Down here, quickly!" Harry hollered, beckoning another person down an alley.

The other person quickly obliged and darted downs the dank alley, Harry right behind him. The two took refuge behind a smelly, old dumpster. The two were silent as they heard voices approaching, stopping right in front of the alley entrance that they currently inhabited.

"Where'd those two go?"

"They can't have gone far. They'll be caught before the master knows anything." A ruff voice replied.

The two dark cloaked figures muttered something, incoherently and ran off, straight, leaving the alley far behind.

"What are we going to do now, Harry?" The other voice, whispered.

"We'll head for the border of London tonight. We'll be under the cloak of darkness. So we should be fine, Neville." Harry whispered back.

He felt Neville shift beside him. Harry couldn't blame him; the dumpster smelled like something had died in it, and was starting to rot. Not the best choice of a hiding spot, but it worked for the time being.

"Just a question Harry, but how are we going to get through the border? I mean, don't you think that Voldemort would have thought of that?" Neville whispered.

Harry remained silent. He didn't have an answer for Neville yet. They had only been out of the Atrium for two hours. How could he even think about leaving London right now? What about Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Luna? They were all captured and being held somewhere where Voldemort can do whatever he wants to, all because of Harry's stupid mistake. But then again, rushing in to where everyone Ron and the others were... would spell out certain death. They had to get out of London... but he couldn't leave them behind... they were his friends. Neville gave him a look, wondering what was going on in Harrys' mind as he sighed, a hand to his forehead. They could get caught too easily. But, how could they save the others, but not get caught themselves? It was like Mission Impossible. Only this one was impossible.

Harry finally turned and looked at Neville. "Whom did you escape with?"

Neville was silent for a moment. "It was with Professor Lupin. But, we got separated when we were out of the Ministry."

Harry nodded. "How'd you get separated?"

Neville was silent for a second, debating what to say. "When we got out of there; there were dark cloaked figures there –most likely Death Eaters– waiting for us. He pushed me away, telling me to go and find you. He said he could handle them."

"Well, you found me. But, the Death Eaters probably caught him. You know he's wanted. This isn't good. Not good at all." Harry muttered.

Neville went silent, and Harry was thinking of what to do next. A voice was heard coming their way, catching both their attention. Neville froze with fear, while Harry peered around the corner. He only looked for a second, before darting his head back in. He leaned up against the back on the dumpster, and after a few seconds looked at Neville.

"The Death Eaters. They're back. They must have heard our voices somehow. We have to get out of this alley, before we get caught. We need a plan, and we need one quick. Any ideas?" Harry sighed, leaning his head on the back of the dumpster.

"A plan? I say we run for it."

Harry shook his head. "Neville, no. We run for it, we not only get caught, we die. A slow and painful one. This is Voldemort we're attempting to outrun. Not Malfoy and his goons. This is way more serious."

Neville nodded. The two went silent, hoping that the voices would vanish. Not a chance, the voices were, to their horror, coming down the alleyway. Harry looked wildly over at Neville.

"I'll distract them, it'll buy you some more time to try and rescue the others." At Neville's questioning glance, Harry quickly added; "Some things must be given up if we're going to stand a fighting chance. Now, go!" Harry said forcefully, standing up.

Neville watched horror-struck as Harry walked out in full view of the on-comers.

"Neville. Go!" Harry hissed.

Neville numbly got up off the ground, backing away from Harry as though he was a germ. Harry just stood there calmly, waiting for the approaching Death Eaters to come closer. He took a quick glance back at Neville and sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Neville," He hissed. "Get. In. The. Shadows."

He took another glance back and saw Neville scuttling along in the shadows, slightly running now.

'Good luck' Harry thought, looking back. He looked down at the ground, at the length between him and the Death Eaters. 'Close enough.'

He smirked and readied his wand. He could make out the wands clasped tightly in the opposing hands. This wasn't good. In a quick head count it would be four against one. Two of the oncoming Death Eaters looked no more then they were just out of Hogwarts, or nearing the end of school – at least. The other two looked older, about 30-40 years. Harry took a fleeting look back and saw Neville nearing the edge of the alley, where it forked off into two ways. Whatever way Neville went, he'd go the other way.

"Come on, Come on. Hurry up." Harry muttered to himself.

Neville was just about to pick a direction when…

"Hey you! Stop there!" A shaky voice said.

Obliviously the Death Eaters were closing in on him now. He turned around, to face the speaker. The speaker looked no taller then him, and his wand was shaking horribly. One of the older cloaked figures seemed to be glaring down his or her large nose at Harry. From under the hood, there seemed to be a smirk finding its way to their lips, and then they finally spoke, eyes still sweeping over Harry.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" The figure said, circling Harry. "The 'Famous' Harry Potter."

Harry clutched onto his wand, tighter. The person circling him was a man, considering the sound and depth of the voice. The man's circling was starting to get on his nerves; and Harry was starting to lose his concentration. But, that's what the man wanted, and then they could strike before the count of one.

'Oh, where's my dad's Invisibility Cloak when you need it,' Harry thought desperately, looking at the now stationary cloaked person. 'Good luck, Neville.' Harry thought.

He raised his wand, ready to fight. The cloaked figures circled around him, wands at the ready.

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Neville reached the fork in the alleyway and darted to the left, hoping that it would lead somewhere. He could hear the shouts of the Death Eaters, and a muffled voice – that must have been Harry – by the way they were yelling it seemed that a duel would soon be going on. It also seemed that Harry was outnumbered. Soon, the voices of the Death Eaters and Harry faded away, and Neville was left with only his footsteps as comforting sounds. Not very reassuring. He doubled over, panting, hoping that they weren't coming after him, and that Harry was OK.

Neville looked up, and hung his head. "Oh no." He was at another fork in the road. Left or Right?

He knew that the border to get out of London was to the left, but the way back to the Ministry and Hogwarts were to the right. Save himself and live with the guilt of sacrificing his friends, or go and attempt to save them, and die an almost hero?

"Right."

Neville groped inside his pocket, and found his old beat up wand. With that, he started to jog – head held high – down the alleyway to the right, hoping to save the others. Harry would be fine. If he could defeat Voldemort when he was only one, he could definitely handle some of Voldemort's Death Eaters now, right? Right. Neville stumbled the odd time as he ran down the alleyway.

"Some hero, I'll be."

Neville stood up, and glanced back at the muggle 'trash bin' and continued on running, stumbling here and there, cursing at himself and whatever got in his way. What he didn't see was a cloaked figure in the distance, following his every move, hidden in the shadows…

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Three of the four prisoners were still sitting in their cell, waiting for someone, anyone to come and help them. Hermione was still knocked out, sprawled out on the bench. Ron, who had stopped being giggly and drunken from the spell, was looked worried and pissed at the same time. Luna, who had finally awoken, was rubbing the back of her head, from where she had fallen. As for Ginny, she was in a separate cell, which the others couldn't see into. All they could see was the bars, leading into the grey drab cell. No movement had been heard of for the past hour, so they figured Ginny was tending to her broken ankle, or knocked out; considering the fact that the figure that brought her in, threw her in there.

Meanwhile, in the cell between them were people they knew all to well. Some members of the Order were in there, captured as well. Even thought most of them were able to escape, of course, some people just didn't always turn out lucky. The unlucky ones would be; Tonks, Shackbolt, and in the last half hour, Professor Lupin. Now, they knew what it had been like for Sirius when he was in Azkaban; you were completely wand-less and there was always a constant guard on. Getting out of the prison was futile. The only way out of here was by death.

"This is horrible. We're never going to see daylight again," Ron moaned, latching onto the bars. "Luna! Stop day dreaming and help me get out of here!"

Luna looked up from the bench where she was watching Hermione. She stood up and walked over to where Ron was standing. She smiled dazedly, and leaned on the bars, facing the drab wall and the small window out of their reach.

"What do you expect us to do?"

"I don't know think of something. You're a Ravenclaw, they're all smart."

Luna scoffed. "Sure, sure. But I do have something; they thought I lost in Atrium."

Ron turned eagerly over to her, and grabbed her shoulders, dragging her closer; bringing them almost nose-to-nose. "Well out with it, Luna!"

Through the shaking, her head lolling back and forth, she managed to force Ron's hands off her upper arms. After moving her bangs out of her eyes, she put a hand into her cloak pocket looking for something. Her face lit up moments later, and pulled her hand out, clasped around a thin, long stick. Ron looked awed, at the Ravenclaw's smartness.

"Your wand!"

Since it was dark times, and any wands found would be taken, Luna was stuck with putting her wand inside her robe pocket, and not behind her ear. Luna clasped her hand over Ron's mouth and peered over Ron's shoulder.

"Ron, shh! Do you want to wreck our only chance out of here?"

Luna peered hard into his eyes. Her words sunk in and Ron nodded. Luna grinned, lopsided and her hand fell back to her side. Ron turned, and slumped onto the bench beside Hermione, who was still knocked out.

"Too bad she won't wake up."

"She will," Ron glanced up, eyes flashing. "You were out as well, Luna. So you shouldn't talk."

"And neither should you," She practically whispered. "You were walking around looking drunk and giggly."

Ron was about to reply, when they heard footsteps. Ron and Luna stopped staring at each other, and looked towards the new, almost foreign sounds. Had someone come to rescue them? The guard, who was leaning against the wall, jerked and stood up, wand clutched tightly in his hand. It seemed that the guard had been asleep, and his was his 'wake-up' call.

"Who's there? Show yourself!" The guard yelled, peering into the shadows.

The shadow's moved, and a totally cloaked figure appeared, sauntering out of the shadows. He walked down the stairs, looking kingly. What a show off, could this really be someone coming to rescue them? The figure reached the bottom of the stairs and peered at the three occupied cells, smirked, and walked to the first one; that contained Ron, Luna, and Hermione.

"Weasel, Loony Lovegood and the Mudblood, together to the end. Where's Potter?" The person sneered, head held high.

"Malfoy." Ron hissed, through gritted teeth.

Luna finally clueing in to whom it was gasped. She slowly, not to draw any attention to herself, put the wand inside her pocket and out to sight. Draco simply glared at her for a second, before moving on; noting that Hermione was knocked out along the way, and then moved on to the next cell. The next cell contained members of the Order of the Phoenix. Draco glared at the three, and then yet again, smirked under his hood.

"Hmm," He pondered. "The full moon's less then two weeks away, this should be interesting."

Draco glanced up at the window; and smirked. Through the small window, Draco could see the faint light of the moon that was disappearing with the dawn, and then glanced back down at Tonks and Shackbolt. Both their faces were almost white, in realization of what would happen. Not that Lupin looked any better, if anything, he looked worse. They hadn't thought of that. Draco then moved onto the next and final cell. Inside of it, was Ginny. She looked fast asleep, curled up in a ball in the farthest corner away, clutching for dear life on her ankle. Draco's gaze drifted over her for-now peaceful face, and all the way down to that damned ankle. Draco sneered, thinking of how innocent the younger Weasley looked. That could come in handy, especially with her brother near by. Things could start to get interesting. And interesting it would get.

"When the Weasley wrench wakes up, inform me at once." He said, emotionless.

He cast a glance over at Ron, and smirked gloatingly. Draco then turned on his heel and stalked out of the room, head held high, and robes flowing out behind him. Ron practically seethed as Draco walked out of the room, acting like a King, when all he was a big git, in the eyes of his captives.

"If he even touches one hair on Ginny's head, I'll rip him apart when I get out of here." Ron muttered darkly, striking his fist against the magical bars sealing them in.

Luna shook her head and pulled her wand back out of her pocket, taking a risk and putting it behind her ear. Boys… they always wanted to tear or beat the crap out of something. She sighed and leaned back up against the magical bars. There had to be a plan out of there, someone had to come. She was just about to sink to the ground, in defeat, when she heard movement from somewhere. She looked up hoping that someone was there to rescue them.

But she couldn't see anyone, only darkness.

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A/N: Yeah, I know who dies at the end of the sixth book, and that this kind of contradicts it but I wrote this shortly after finishing the fifth book and thought it would be a brilliant idea. I wanted to write out the first few chapters before posting... unfortunately writing them took longer then I thought and the damage of the death in the sixth one was already done... so this probably doesn't sound original anymore. shrugs

Anyways, all that aside, good or bad?