Death's Reign:

Ron Weasley –

One Year Later…

The world had changed significantly from the Muggles had know less than a year ago. The 'invasion' of the Wizards and Witches upon this land was gradual. They slowly crept in, stealing one Muggle at a time before they would kill them in secret. Soon, the Wizarding - world was no longer a secret, all the Muggleds knew that it existed and feared the beings with powers much greater than their own. Muggles were dragged out of their houses and killed in the streets. There were even groups who tried to stop us, to kill us themselves with primitive weapons made from metal, some were sharp and others were loaded with smaller pieces of metal that would penetrate the skin, infecting the body. The church managed many of these groups, claiming that Wizardkind were unholy and created by the devil. The groups fancied themselves as Slayers, calling themselves: Slayers of the Dark. How foolish they had been. The Death Eaters thwarted their futile attempts, losing only one member of their party, Rodoplhous LeStrange. He was stabbed through the heart with a primitive weapon of Mugglekind and died short and swiftly. Bellatrix was unharmed by the attack upon her husband, as we knew that her love lied with The Dark Lord himself. The Weasleys stood no chance when the Burrow was invaded by Death Eaters. The whole family were killed under the names of Blood Traitors. The Death Eaters newest member had not been attending this particular outing but had heard of how many had died. Only one of them escaped, his eldest brother, Bill. He was now a wanted man in the eyes of his partners. Fenrir Greyback had made his mark upon the man's face and was hunting for him along with his pack.

Ron sat upon the top of a ruined building wall, caressing the Dark Mark he had on the inside of his forearm. He smiled to himself as his fingers ran along the snake protruding from the mouth of the skull. This mark proved his loyalty to the Dark Lord, and he was proud of his transfer to the 'wining team'. His old life was no longer of much worry to him. His Mudblood love had perished during the Battle at Hogwarts. The feelings he had felt for her had disappeared long before her death, as he watched her limp body fall to the floor, her glazed eyes staring into nothingness, he felt no pain, no remorse, and most of all he felt no love for her. She was filth, and he could see that now. He had been blinded by the ideals of his father before, the Muggle lover. How could you love such ignorant people?

Ron looked up at the world that now was. From where he was sat, he could easily see the world below, there were Muggle shops alight from spells of destruction and the streets were almost empty of life, apart from the few cloaked figures of shuffling Wizards and Witches.

The Muggles had called this time 'The Apocalypse'. The Wizards knew that it was far from that, the world was only just beginning, the world that should have been, where Wizards ruled and Muggles did their biding, or faced death. And if a Wizard stood in the way of their operations, they would have to be obliterated. It was the only way to treat a blood traitor.

Sometimes, Ron did ache for the company that he had at Hogwarts. He would miss Neville and his strange love for that toad of his and he would miss Dean and his even stranger love for a thing called: 'Football'. Most of all, he would miss his younger sister, Ginny but she had been a traitor too. Her love for Harry Potter had been obvious, which infuriated Ron. He had had enough of living in that boy's shadow and to have his sister falling for him was juts like adding insult to injury.

A tapping of heels on the roof behind caught his attention and snapped him out of his daydreaming. Bellatrix stood on the top of the wall, wand held over her shoulder. "You seen anything, Ronald?" She asked in an amazingly calm and sane voice.

"Afraid not," Ron replied in a solemn voice, "just the ordinary,a Wizard or two making their shopping trips."

Bellatix made a scoffing sound in her throat. "Not much fun today then."

Ron shook his head. Things had been exciting a few months ago. Blood Traitors, Muggles and Mudbloods had run for their lives, making it a time filled with adrenalin rushes as the Deaths Eaters chased them through the streets.

"Look there!" Fenrir growled, almost making Ron jump as he was oblivious to his entrance.

In the street below, there was a small, shabby looking man with a sandwich board over his shoulders with the words: 'The End Is Nye', written on the front and, "Hell Is On Earth' written on the back.

"I smell a Muggle!" Fenrir growled, excitement smothering his voice.

"Hmmm… I've always fancied myself as a bit of a Hellhound." Bellatrix mused, re-reading his sign again. "I think the hunt has begun." She said, a sadistic smile spreading across her face.

"Certainly," Ron replied, preparing himself for the jump from the building.

Bellatrix let rip a disturbing war cry and sent the Dark Mark flying high in the air.

Screams of terror and panic sounded from below.

Fenrir howled to the hidden moon and threw himself of the building with a thud.

Bellatrix and Ron followed Fenrir, sprinting after him, heading in the direction of the Muggle that they had previously seen.

This was the adrenalin rush that Ron had been in need of. As spells flew everywhere, he smile maliciously, enjoying every single second of this murderous rampage.

"Ohmygod, my baby's all grown up. :') The past months work is finally completed. I love this one so, and thank you ever so much to those of you who reviewed this, especially the 'Serial Reviewers'. :3 You guys made this Fanfic worth writing.

*Sniff Sniff*

I just might have to write a sequel to this. I love it too much to leave it at this, me thinks. :')".