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Slash of the male/male and female/female kind will eventually be appearing in this story. If you don't like slash then please leave. Don't read what you don't like.
"I can't believe that they're keeping us in quarantine for a month." George stretched out his long legs resting them on the sterile countertop. "I'm going to go bloody crazy in here."
Harry turned from his book towards George, "You know that it takes a month for the Infection to properly surface. They're just making sure that none of us are contaminated." The young man placed the book face down and open on his lap, "It's actually a good idea. One I heard that they gleamed from the Muggle customs officers."
The red head just sighed and rolled his eyes. In the two days that the small group of magical and non-magical survivors had fled from England to escape the disease with the help of the American governments they had been kept in a large dorm-like containment area. There were two main rooms. One which had camp-beds lining down both sides of the left and right walls, with a smaller room off that served as a bathroom and shower area. The other main room was larger, with tables placed around the centre, a cooking/kitchen area in one corner, and a small television in the other.
Everything was very sterile and metallic. Harry found it amusing that Severus disliked the artificial brightness of the apartment. George found it annoying how much Severus kept on bringing up the topic.
Harry glanced over to the other side of the room. Surrounding the television was a circle of chairs, most of them occupied with Death Eaters… Or as he should say, Former Death Eaters. Since the abandonment of England, the sole survivors had banded together and given themselves the catchy titles of… The Survivors. You can guess which Dark Lord came up with the name.
"Harry… HARRY." George waved his hand in front of Harry's face, "Dude you just zoned out on me." Harry smiled sheepishly, "Sorry I was thinking."
George snorted, "Well there isn't much else to do this place is there?" The younger boy shook his head, "No I suppose not…"
The castle shook. It was only a matter of time until it was going to collapse. Hogwarts had been built with Light magic – and the Infection attacked anything Light. And as we found out this included buildings. The only reason why the dungeons hadn't collapse yet was due to it being the domain of Slytherin himself and therefore had more Dark built into it than the rest of Hogwarts. Harry looked around at the remaining people in Hogwarts who weren't Infected. There weren't many. The majority of them were Slytherins, with a couple of Ravenclaws threw in.
At first they had been surprised that Harry had actually not been Infected. They had all thought of him as the Saviour of the Light, and all The Paragon of Virtue. It was only when the survivors had started to gather themselves and barricaded the dungeons that it became known how Dark the boy actually was.
The Infected were attacking again. And this time the barricades weren't going to hold. Severus had started to lead the evacuation and the Americans were going to be there to pick up the survivors of Hogwarts. Over the last week they had been able to contact them, and an evacuation team were waiting for the last remaining survivors within England.
Another rumble. Rocks started to crumble, chunks falling off.
Harry held his breath. He could hear the Infected. It hurt to see what his friends and schoolmates had become. The Infection had wiped all memories clean, and just made them drooling masses of flesh. The only way to kill one of them was to inflict severe damage onto the skull in hope of damaging the brain. Other than that, there was no way to stop them. It didn't matter if you took off their limbs, they would pull themselves along the ground with their teeth, blood oozing out where their limbs used to be.
It was horrific seeing them like that.
But it was worse having to actually defend oneself.
In the beginning everybody was squeamish to use magic and brute force against the Infected, but after a few days everybody got over the fact that the Infected looked like the people they used to know. Because in truth – they weren't those people anymore. The Infection had turned them into walking corpses – or as the muggle-borns within our group call them – Zombies.
Harry shook his head. He couldn't believe it had only been two days since the Americans had evacuated the Hogwarts Survivors. Time passed slowly while in quarantine. He supposed it was his unfortunate luck that he was stuck in quarantine with Voldemort… Or as he preferred to be called now, Tom.
Though, unlike usual, Tom wasn't actually trying to kill Harry and take over the Wizarding World. In fact he was attempting to make friends with Harry.
Between Remus and Harry they had discussed how with something as Dark as the Infection, it had changed Voldemort into his younger version of himself, Tom. As everybody within our group soon found out, before the Infection, Voldemort was actually working for what he thought was Light – so when Voldemort got Infected, instead of killing him – it turned him back into his Darker self, which would be Tom.
Harry glanced over to where Tome sat. It was strange that he looked to be Harry's age – but was in truth, actually years and years older.
Most of the people in the room looked younger actually. Or at least those who were actually over forty – a very strange consequence of their bodies having fought the Infection. But despite this, older and younger people were still washed out and pale. The only one who looked better than before the Infection was Remus. He just radiates health. It was strange how the Infection affected him in that way. The group has hypothesised that instead of harming Dark beings – like werewolves and vampires – it helped them by cleansing their magic and bodies.
Naturally the mediwizards and witches were spending the majority of their time debating on whether Light magic is healthy or not for Dark beings. But since Remus is the only werewolf and there are no vampires in our company there is no way to be sure until we're all out of isolation.