prologue
The dark side won They both died by the other's hand, people lost their hero. Professors lost their student, friends lost their friend, but his parents finally reunited with him finally. May 5th, the day Harry Potter, The Chosen One, was buried beside his parents grave. Ron Weasley, the Gryffindors Lion, died while saving his beloving sister, and that is how, the golden Trio fell apart, leaving Hermione alone…
On a surprisingly cloudy day for May, covered the once the yellow and charming sun, Hogwarts still in a state of disrepair, most of the students had gone home by train or by coffin. It was nothing, and would never be like it was once before,no more happy faces, only sorrow endured within these walls now.
The common rooms were the only thing what felt like the good old and loving Hogwarts. Almost everyone was vast asleep,most of them unable to close their eyes and fall into dreamless sleep. Traumas of the blood spilled that day, even she couldn't ,the golden girl tugging the cold duvet towards herself every night to feel any sort of closeness, warmth..
But she rarely slept, all she could think of was her best friends who had fallen into hands of war and left her. Books were her only priority to keep from going mental, her parents had arrived in Australia by that time, at least they are safe.
But..what if something happened? She was sick too worry for everyone, but was anyone worried for her? Bellatrix Black, known as Voldemort's Right hand, a madwoman, an obsessive psychopath. Now has the puppetmaster behind the Ministry had fallen, a ceremony was coming soon. Muggleborns were now used as a slaves, or, as they would say "in their right place", the only exceptions were underage muggle-borns.
THE Reason for this was the extinction of elves, and why this Land was won over not more but for Pureblood lines to rule again, soon everything would change.