Summary: In the last battle, a fleeing aurors family is separated and a young boy is taken in by vampires and raised as a slave. When his 11th birthday roles around he receives a mysterious letter from a school…. a renovated Hogwarts under the tutelage and direction of Voldemort's victorious followers.
Disclaimer: Characters not my own, except Remy and a few other original characters, otherwise they are J.K. Rowling's
Warnings: AU, violence, character death, maybe some slash later on, and whatever else comes with a slave fic.
enjoy, please read and review…but be nice, this is my first fic.
The sky was lit up with the spells and curses flying every which way and by the lights it was obvious Dumbledore and his aurors were loosing ground fast. For every Death Eater who fell, two aurors fell and Dumbledore himself looked flushed with exertion as he blocked curse after curse that flew his way.
In the center of the fray there stood three students: the famed trio, surrounded by an opalescent shield charm. Around them were a score of Death Eaters trying to break through the shield. The students clung to each other and willed the shield to hold, knowing that once it fell, they stood no chance of survival.
Dumbledore effectively displaced the last Death Eater around him and turned to find himself staring into the eyes, the red glowing eyes of his nemesis and former student.
"Tom." he said, inclining his head slightly.
"I no longer know that name" spat Voldemort.
"You may not go by the name but to me you are still Tom."
"Fool, you will die today and your little "chosen one" too, and I will spit on your prone corpse."
Throughout the banter, Dumbledore, in his exhaustion didn't notice the crescent of Death Eaters collecting behind him until it was too late. With a "pop" Voldemort apparated and with a loud cry, the Death Eaters shouted in unison. "Avada Kedavra" and in a flash of green light, Dumbledore crumpled to the ground in a heap of robes and limbs.
With the death of Dumbledore, the shield around the trio cracked and with a sound like breaking crystal, fell to the ground. With victorious grins the Death Eaters circled the trio, and with a call of "Avada Kedavra" Hermione and Ron fell to the ground. "Protego" shouted Harry at the last moment and the curse was deflected into the clump of Death Eaters. "Stupefy" called the now enraged remaining Death Eaters. This time Harry was not so lucky and four well placed curses hit him square in the chest. He went down in a heap among his fallen comrades and didn't get up.
"Take his wand, sneered the leading Death Eater, "then body-bind him and send him to Riddle Castle, Lucius will know what to do with filth like him." Then with a swirl of robes he strode off to aid his fellow Death Eaters in another skirmish.
At the fall of the heroes, the aurors seemed to fight with less fervor and the Death Eaters with even more. The fight didn't last much longer. In minutes only 20 or so aurors remained, many bleeding or limping from injuries. "Leave the rest!" shouted Voldemort, "We have achieved out gold, and are this day victorious. To Riddle Castle!" and with a series of pops, all the Death Eaters apparated away, leaving the field of death and destruction to the now fleeing aurors.
One auror struggled to stand, a large red stain soaking his torn and tattered robes. With a weak pop apparated to his home in an undignified pile.
"ALEX!" cried his young wife, "You're injured!" noticing the growing pool of blood beneath him. In a raspy voice he gasped hoarsely, "Don't worry…about me...Voldemort…won…take…the children…to Godrick's Hollow…safe there…I love…" His head dropped and his ragged breathing slowed and then stopped. With an anguished wail, the wife called her children to her." Hurry, gather your things, we have to run now….HURY!" The children hurried to comply and the two older ones, a boy and girl of around 15 ushered the younger ones two girls and a boy under five up the stairs with only a hesitant glance at their prone father.
Within minutes, all were back downstairs with a small duffle bag each and the older ones had their wands at the ready as they met their mother and ushered the yonger ones into the large fire place in the parlor.
"Mommy," asked one of the little girls, "what about daddy, isn't he coming, why is he napping in the hall?"
"He…won't be coming darling, he won't ever come back." the mother choked out.
"Everyone grab a hold of flew powder, good, Godrick's Hollow on three. One, Two, Thr.."
At that instant, the youngest boy noticed his teddy bear on the sofa and reaching to grab it, over balanced and toppled out of the fireplace, and hitting his head on the mantle rolled to the carpet, unconscious. It was too late though, the flames roared up green and his family was gone.
A short while later a Death Eater patrol swept through looking for survivors, this corps was mainly vampires who used their superior senses to find and kill the survivors. A pair of these elite Death Eaters, marked by the red trim on their robes kicked down the houses door and finding the body of the auror made to leave.
"Wait, commander there is a live one in here somewhere, I can hear their heart beat, it's faint but here."
"I hear it too lieutenant, this way I think," said the commander leading the way into the parlor.
"It is this…this child, can't be older than six, pity his parents were filthy aurors." spat the vampire with contempt.
At that moment with a deep moan, the child awoke, blinking his eyes slowly he looked up, and noticing the vampires recoiled in fear.
"Wh-who are you?" asked the frightened child
"You don't need to know that, what is your name?" asked the commanding vampire flashing his fangs.
"R-Remy, sir, and you are vampires."
"Oh, a smart one, what gave it away…the fangs?" said the other vampire, with a voice dripping in sarcasm.
The boy blushed violently, and stammered, "w-what are you going to do to me? Are you going to kill me?"
"Look at me, I want to see your eyes as you die" commanded the senior vampire and he gasped as Remy met his eyes. Vampiric red eyes met startling violet and the vampire almost backed up a few paces.
"So beautiful… no I think I won't kill you, I could always use another slave." said the senior vampire with a smirk. Remy was too young to know the true meaning of the word but was greatfull that he wasn't going to die, because if he were dead he knew he couldn't play tag or hide and seek with the other little boys.
"Come with me," commanded the vampire, "and from now on call me master."
Remembering his teddy bear suddenly, Remy asked, "Can I bring teddy….master?"
"I don't care, just come on." Remy hastily grabbed his bear and then hesitantly moved towards the menacing vampire.
Suddenly the commanding vampire grabbed the boy's wrist in a grip of steel and then, after instructing the junior vampire to continue the search without him, apparated to his castle, with the boy in tow. Arriving in front of a dark castle nearly the size of Hogwarts, Remy gasped.
"You like it, good, it is your new home." said the vampire
"But I liked my old home….master."
"You must forget it, you may never go back there." said the vampire with finality. Knocking on the solid oak door to the castle, his summons was answered by a human girl of about 17-18 dressed in a short black dress with an ornate insignia on the left breast.
"Welcome home master" she said respectfully.
"Thank you Adele, see that this new slave is cleaned up and then take him to my quarters."
"Yes, master." replied the girl. Then the vampire apparated back to the search.