The outer community flew into panicked frenzy all except for the supporters of evil.
It was in all senses a perfect depiction of good and evil. Two sides except on different lengths of the fine line. It could never be perceived like this though, never like this.
There were many shades of grey in between. In the grey there was the unsure, the spies and the traitors. Nobody was safe anymore, nobody.
All the newspapers reported that Hogwarts had been captured, nobody cared about what to wear, how to please, when to decide, what to cook anymore all they cared about was their greatest life achievement, their children.
Hogwarts had been altered into a real hell.
Boys screamed for their mothers when they're arms were burned to the bone with the dark mark.
Girls pleaded for mercy and compassion as the door was shut and their innocence was taken.
Everyone saw a crime take place, everyone saw someone die.
"You can't do anything"
"Yes I can" she rebelled kicking at him with her feet further pulling into her bindings that cut at her bleeding wrists.
"Do you want me to just slit your wrists right now and end it all?"
She looked at him straight in the eye.
"Yes"
She was dead the next morning, he got what he wanted before that though.
There was a pit full of dead bodies that were spattered with rain and were pale from the cold, nobody cared they were beyond caring.
The newspapers reported a boy committed suicide with a blunt knife, a parent had had a two way mirror.
He had etched a message into his arm over his dark mark: when will it end?
His body was thrown into the pit in Hogwarts Garden.
Parents demanded a negotiation to happen between the Minister and Voldemort. The negotiation happened.
"Hello Cornelius" Voldemort said lounging in Dumbledore's armchair sideways.
"Hello—"
"I don't want this insignificant school no more, it is of no use to me, Potter isn't here" Voldemort drawled cutting the Minister's speech, "I get to keep the ones I own now though…"
"What?" Fudge said blinking his eyes a few times, clearly not registering.
"You see Fudge, I own some of these children now" Voldemort said his red eyes flashing with amusement.
Fudge nodded dumbly before replying.
"Who?"
Voldemort led Fudge to the Great Hall walking at a fast pace.
Fudge was tiredly wheezing by the time he reached the Great Hall, but when he did he nearly fainted.
There was a nude play on stage.
"Get some clothes on we have a guest" Voldemort said waving a hand at the stage, "Excuse them they're just entertainment for my death eaters"
Voldemort walked towards the stage where an exquisitely carved stone chair was waiting for him with two girls wearing beautiful masks on either side.
"Well Fudge you wanted to see who I own I shall show you who I own now" Voldemort clicked his fingers twice and all the death eaters in the hall stood up.
Fudge had thought that the death eaters sitting at the house tables had been death eaters before this mess, they were the older students.
The boys raised their arm and showed Fudge their mark.
The girls undid their robes and showed their mark and their bruises.
After the process was over Fudge turned to look at the two girls on either side of Voldemort.
"They're mine as well Fudge, don't raise your hopes" Voldemort said glaring.
"Who are they?"
"Girls, take off your masks"
One obliged without hesitation revealing a coldly smiling Mediterranean girl.
"Take off your mask!" Voldemort said glaring at the other, who refused to meet his gaze. She was under the Imperius Curse, that much was clear.
Voldemort whipped out a knife and ran in swiftly down the middle of her mask.
It fell onto the ground with a dull thud.
Fudge gasped when he recognised the red haired girl who was clenching her fists in silent defiance until they bled.
"Happy now Fudge?" Voldemort asked smugly.
"W-where is the younger student body?" Fudge gasped. Voldemort raised an eyebrow.
"They're dead, want me to show you where they are?"
After Fudge left Hogwarts he gave his statement to the people. He organised a funeral for the Hogwarts massacre. He killed himself shortly after with a revolver.
