Hey! This is my first ever fanfic, so I hope everyone enjoys it. This first chap will probably be pretty short, just to see how everyone likes it. Once you're done reading this, please comment so I can tell who is enjoying it. I will continue to post a few chapters after this initial one, but if I don't get much response, I will probably stop.

Let's start it off, shall we?

Chapter 1: A New and Hopeless World

The day outside was bright, cheerful, and warm. When you looked to the skies, it was as perfect as could be. Beautiful rolling clouds as far as the eye could see accompanied a picture perfect sun. But once you looked down from the skies, the warmth from the day was gone. When you looked at people walking the street, you either saw a hopeless look or a face full of malicious glee.

This was a world after Harry Potter. There was no Albus Dumbledore, no Ron Weasley, no Weasley family at all. Everyone who had fought the final battle against Lord Voldemort was gone. Well, almost everyone. There were a few people left. They were kept by Death Eater families as servants, or as entertainment.

One such person was found inside a lovely hillside mansion. This place was made of pure white marble, which was probably meant to signify the purebloods who lived inside. This was Malfoy Manor, and as lovely as it looked from the outside, it still radiated a certain aura. It seem suspicious, terrifying even. No amount of willow trees kept outside could get rid of the fact that this house was evil, for lack of a better word. Once you stepped inside, you saw only the best in interior design. That is, until you went underground. Here, there were torture chambers, and this was where one of the few living who fought Voldemort was kept.

She was dressed in rags fit for a house elf. Her bushy brown hair hadn't been brushed since Harry Potter's death, and was definitely showing the signs. She was sitting in a threadbare room behind bars. Her bed was meant for a child of 5, not a woman of 19. Staring through once-sparkling brown eyes, she looked around her. Hermione Granger missed life as it was.

The people (she thought this word with a particular amount of venom) she now lived with and taken everything from her, leaving her with only one material possession - her cat, Crookshanks. They had taken away all of her loved ones, including family, friends, mentors, and her boyfriend, Harry. They had been in love, but they had robbed her of that, too. She would now never have a loving family with a great husband and beautiful children.

But she no longer had emotions. For, too have emotions, you need to have hope. And her hope had long since left her. This was a new and hopeless world, and nothing could change that.

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