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Prologue
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Well, now that the others are completed, I am ready to put up Chapter I of a new fic. IF you are rejoining, please leave me a review...if you are new, please check out the older works. They are all complete. I hope that this one will be better than them.
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After the Dark Lord triumphed against the-boy-who-had-previously-not-had-the-good-sense-to-die, the world changed. And not for the better. At least not better for those without the ability to prove a witch or wizard as a great grandparent. They were fated to having their wands snapped, for those wands that chose a witch or wizard from blood that muddy weren’t considered trustworthy. All those who had magic were allowed to live, more or less, except if they tried to rebel against the new order. Those of less than half-blood status who were allowed to retain a wand typically had powerful restrictions on them.
The Dark Lord’s first ambition was rapidly being carried out. The subjugation of all Muggles. Some were lined up and blasted by the faithful troops under the Death Eater leaders. Others were unlucky enough to be given to Severus Snape who had survived Nagini. (By sheer luck or sheer paranoia, he was carrying a bezoar and blood replenishing potion.) The Muggles given to Snape had potions tested on them by the lackluster potions master who had been charged by the Dark Lord to brew a potion that would cause the drinker to have their bodies inverted over the period of twenty-four hours. Still others had been destined for bordellos and others for working the vast fields to produce food and potions ingredients.
Lucius Malfoy had re-risen in the ranks due to Severus helping him by giving him several pernicious spells of his own creation: one for rending the hearts out of the enemies, another for gouging their eyes out, and the last worked as multiple killing curse; Lucius was allowed to claim he invented for the world’s new nefarious leader. Severus knew he had no chance of being one of the world leaders. Only Purebloods were given that honor, so having one of the high and mighty in his debt was always a good thing and the deeper, the better.
Mudbloods, without one Pureblood in the previous three generations, had no rights. They could own no property and hold no job. They were allowed to beg in the streets for money and were not allowed to leave the country of their birth, or a proper education. A ward existed on all the wands held by any witch or wizard that only allowed apparition by permission of a proper authority. They were allowed their lives, though, at the whim of a Pureblood or Half-Blood even that could be taken from them. In England, thanks to the High Lord, killing Muggleborns was heavily frowned upon, though legal. But other ‘lesser’ crimes were considered socially acceptable on the street so long as precautions were taken. After all, Muggleborns and Mudbloods needed reminding of their place. Lucius was damn generous to make sure that killing them was frowned upon as he could only do so much without consequences.
Most members of the Order of the Phoenix regardless of blood status were forced to work in slum jobs or areas of town. Depending on how egregious the sins of the particular member were considered or simply how much Lucius (as their judge and ruler) disliked them, Order members were even sentenced to the Kiss and then to be released into a hunting area where those of upstanding wizarding birth were allowed to go and avada them. Arthur Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, and Kingsley Shacklebolt were so unlucky to receive this sentence.
Only two criminals remained at large in England under the new regime, Hermione Jean Granger and Ronald Bilius Weasley.
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Hermione and Ron slipped down the Thames slowly at night. Along the shore, torches were magically lighted, but their light didn’t reach out far enough to illuminate the two floating along the river. The stars were bright. When Hermione looked up, she found the bright stars of Draco and Cygnus. The moon would be full within the next two days.
Hermione clutched the tiny baby to her chest. “I promise that everything will be okay,” she whispered to the baby. His eyes were closed as he snoozed.
It had been almost a year since the Dark Lord had triumphed at Hogwarts. Hermione and Ron had slowly been working their way toward the continent from north Scotland after Harry’s defeat. Help was needed in East Europe to fight the rising numbers of Death Eaters.
“Waah!” the baby cried out, and he tossed his arms.
“Hush him,” Ron said, as he tried to paddle as quietly as he could toward Tower Bridge. Across the bridge, large soft flamed torches hovered.
Hermione stroked the little face and kissed the baby’s forehead. The baby hushed a little as he was held tighter to Hermione’s chest.
Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. The sound of large, feathered wings.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh! The sound of brooms ominously approaching at breakneck speeds.
Hermione clutched the baby tighter and ducked down in the boat as she peered out from under her cloak up at the night sky. Hooded and cloaked men on brooms swept through the air to surround them in the boat as an enormous white winged horse hovered in front of them inches above the swiftly flowing river. The large outstretched wings blocked the moonlight from hitting the boat directly.
Hermione stared at the tall man atop the winged horse. She noted the golden bridle buckled around the beast’s head. Hermione looked at the blond.
“STOP WHERE YOU ARE!” Three men on brooms yelled.
Ron glared up at the only man on a winged horse clenching his wand tightly as he spun to Hermione swishing and flicking his wand at her. Hermione yelled as she went soaring through the air.
She could hear the sound of the winged animal flapping after her and snorting in anger.
“RON!” She twisted and tried to get her wand but she didn’t get a good hold of it, and it dropped to the river. She wriggled around a little as she landed on her side on Tower Bridge to keep the baby’s head from hitting the road.
Hermione yelped and rolled around when she realized that her skirt was on fire.
Click-click. Click. Click.
Hermione clutched the bundle of blankets to her chest as she looked up into frightful cold grey eyes. A light breeze blew the long blonde hair of the man atop the large white horse.
Clip-click. Click. Clip.
Lucius Malfoy and the enormous winged horse advanced toward her blocking escape to the south bank of the river.
“Well, well, well. Miss Granger, it seems that you are quite easy prey. Floating down the river in the light of an almost full moon. And they said you were intelligent. Foolishness is all I see.” Lucius’ lips pinched together in mocking amusement, and his eyes twinkled in his delight at her being caught. “Come with me quietly, Miss Granger, and no harm will come to you.”
“Lucius Malfoy, your powers of finding those against you have been proven abysmally overrated,” Hermione said, straightening her posture and crinkling her nose. Her arms tightened around the baby, and she added her last bit squinting at Lucius forehead. “And I think your hair has receded since I last saw you.”
Lucius’ hand shot to his hair instantly, and Hermione took the opportunity to flee as Lucius felt to be sure he wasn’t balding. She sprinted up the bridge toward the north bank of the river and through the gates that led in to the Tower of London. Safety was to be had for all within the walls as decreed by the most revered Death Eater from the first Battle of Hogwarts in which Albus Dumbledore died.
“MUDBLOOD BITCH!” Lucius shouted, kicking his animal to action.
The winged horse reared squealing before charging after her. Hermione screamed as she heard the clomping gallop of the horse bearing down on her. She glanced back when no more pounding could be heard as she raced up the steps of the White Tower.
“HELP! Please let me in! Save me!” Hermione screamed, pounding on the door clutching the baby to her chest as tightly as she could.
She looked up at the sky at the angry whinnying of the animal and the gusts of wind from its furiously flapping wings whipped around her.
Lucius snatched at the bundle of blankets in Hermione’s arms as the winged horse crashed through the railing around the wooden platform.
“You monster!” Hermione screamed as she tugged harder at the bundle.
He couldn’t take the baby. He would kill him.
“Let go, you ugly fucking bastard! LET GO!” Hermione screamed, digging her fingers more tightly into the blankets wrapped around the baby. “I’ll rip your hair out until you’re bald!”
Lucius’ face contorted as his nose crinkled in fury as he unsheathed his wand. He aimed at Hermione, and without words, Hermione was blasted back.
Her hands clawed at the air, and her eyes widened as she lost her balance and fell backwards down the steps.
Lucius sneered at her where she lay in a heap at the bottom of the steps. Using the tip of his wand, he nudged the blankets to uncover the sleeping babe.
Lucius quivered as he turned the horse and lifted the bundle to fling it to the ground below.
BAM!
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, LUCIUS?” a deep voice asked in a deadly soft tone.
Lucius spun and looked at the hooded figure in the door. A single black eye peeped out from under the hood and looked at the wizard atop the large white animal who had moonlight dancing off his long, fine hair. A sword hung off his belt. The individual stood with his arms crossed.
“I rule here, Severus,” Lucius said, and the winged creature stomped his foot in anger. “It’s time to be rid of this relic, Friend.”
“You owe me, Lucius,” Severus said, keeping his face hidden from the moonlight shining outside and the torchlight streaming from the doorway. “Much.”
“I don’t know what this trick is,” Lucius said, shaking the bundle as if he would dash its brains out on the ground below.
“WAAH!” The bundle burst to life with loud cries, and he kicked and flailed his arms.
“Give me the child, Lucius,” Severus said, holding his arms out for the babe.
“Shut up,” Lucius said, shaking the baby boy a little more.
Lucius dropped the bundle with a sneer. Severus glared at the blond imagining using a spell to permanently make his hair look like he had been in a fight with a hippogriff. Severus cradled the baby to his chest and stroked its face.
“Severus, is he?”
“Yes.”
“We have much to discuss,” Lucius said, dismounting from the winged beast and securing it.
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The sun was rising when Lucius came out of the White Tower. His footsteps echoed hollowly on the wood as he walked to his mount with clenched fists.
“I hope you know what you are doing, Friend,” Lucius said, swinging up into the saddle.
The animal stomped a foot and tossed his large head.
“You aren’t giving up so much,” Severus said, smirking as he cast a sleep spell on the baby in his arms.
Lucius rolled his eyes at Severus and inadvertently looked down the steps.
It just wasn’t bloody fair. He was Lucius Malfoy. He ruled all over a Europe with no Muggle or Wizard barriers. It was all Wizard everywhere as it should have always been. They were superior to Muggles. Muggles worked the fields for food and potions ingredients. And nobody liked them anyway! He was having fun.
Smattered drops of blood littered the steps to the bottom where a large splotch was.
“Where is she?” Lucius said, pointing down the steps at the drying blood.
The red, early morning sunlight glinted off the blood mocking Lucius.
Severus shrugged and made a face as a fetid smell greeted his nose.
“Disgusting,” Severus said, holding the baby out as far from himself as he could.
“That is why one has house-elves before one has a child,” Lucius said, pulling a monogrammed handkerchief from his pocket to cover his nose. “Repulsive things, babies are before they know to go to lavatory on their own.”
Severus turned and walked through the door.
“That nosy chit will show her face when it is least convenient and most dangerous,” Severus said as he tried to hold his breath. “Have fun for the next decade and a half or so.”
“Oh, I’ll be seeing you,” Lucius said, and he kicked the animal to action when Severus slammed the door and bellowed for a house-elf.
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Well, that is the prologue. Am incredibly depressed right now for a stupid reason. But most of my emotional states are for stupid reasons. One would think that I would get used to it. Anyway, I hope that you like this.
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Well, now that the others are completed, I am ready to put up Chapter I of a new fic. IF you are rejoining, please leave me a review...if you are new, please check out the older works. They are all complete. I hope that this one will be better than them.
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After the Dark Lord triumphed against the-boy-who-had-previously-not-had-the-good-sense-to-die, the world changed. And not for the better. At least not better for those without the ability to prove a witch or wizard as a great grandparent. They were fated to having their wands snapped, for those wands that chose a witch or wizard from blood that muddy weren’t considered trustworthy. All those who had magic were allowed to live, more or less, except if they tried to rebel against the new order. Those of less than half-blood status who were allowed to retain a wand typically had powerful restrictions on them.
The Dark Lord’s first ambition was rapidly being carried out. The subjugation of all Muggles. Some were lined up and blasted by the faithful troops under the Death Eater leaders. Others were unlucky enough to be given to Severus Snape who had survived Nagini. (By sheer luck or sheer paranoia, he was carrying a bezoar and blood replenishing potion.) The Muggles given to Snape had potions tested on them by the lackluster potions master who had been charged by the Dark Lord to brew a potion that would cause the drinker to have their bodies inverted over the period of twenty-four hours. Still others had been destined for bordellos and others for working the vast fields to produce food and potions ingredients.
Lucius Malfoy had re-risen in the ranks due to Severus helping him by giving him several pernicious spells of his own creation: one for rending the hearts out of the enemies, another for gouging their eyes out, and the last worked as multiple killing curse; Lucius was allowed to claim he invented for the world’s new nefarious leader. Severus knew he had no chance of being one of the world leaders. Only Purebloods were given that honor, so having one of the high and mighty in his debt was always a good thing and the deeper, the better.
Mudbloods, without one Pureblood in the previous three generations, had no rights. They could own no property and hold no job. They were allowed to beg in the streets for money and were not allowed to leave the country of their birth, or a proper education. A ward existed on all the wands held by any witch or wizard that only allowed apparition by permission of a proper authority. They were allowed their lives, though, at the whim of a Pureblood or Half-Blood even that could be taken from them. In England, thanks to the High Lord, killing Muggleborns was heavily frowned upon, though legal. But other ‘lesser’ crimes were considered socially acceptable on the street so long as precautions were taken. After all, Muggleborns and Mudbloods needed reminding of their place. Lucius was damn generous to make sure that killing them was frowned upon as he could only do so much without consequences.
Most members of the Order of the Phoenix regardless of blood status were forced to work in slum jobs or areas of town. Depending on how egregious the sins of the particular member were considered or simply how much Lucius (as their judge and ruler) disliked them, Order members were even sentenced to the Kiss and then to be released into a hunting area where those of upstanding wizarding birth were allowed to go and avada them. Arthur Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, and Kingsley Shacklebolt were so unlucky to receive this sentence.
Only two criminals remained at large in England under the new regime, Hermione Jean Granger and Ronald Bilius Weasley.
~*~~*~~~*~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~~~*~~~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~*~~~*~~*~
Hermione and Ron slipped down the Thames slowly at night. Along the shore, torches were magically lighted, but their light didn’t reach out far enough to illuminate the two floating along the river. The stars were bright. When Hermione looked up, she found the bright stars of Draco and Cygnus. The moon would be full within the next two days.
Hermione clutched the tiny baby to her chest. “I promise that everything will be okay,” she whispered to the baby. His eyes were closed as he snoozed.
It had been almost a year since the Dark Lord had triumphed at Hogwarts. Hermione and Ron had slowly been working their way toward the continent from north Scotland after Harry’s defeat. Help was needed in East Europe to fight the rising numbers of Death Eaters.
“Waah!” the baby cried out, and he tossed his arms.
“Hush him,” Ron said, as he tried to paddle as quietly as he could toward Tower Bridge. Across the bridge, large soft flamed torches hovered.
Hermione stroked the little face and kissed the baby’s forehead. The baby hushed a little as he was held tighter to Hermione’s chest.
Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap. The sound of large, feathered wings.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh! The sound of brooms ominously approaching at breakneck speeds.
Hermione clutched the baby tighter and ducked down in the boat as she peered out from under her cloak up at the night sky. Hooded and cloaked men on brooms swept through the air to surround them in the boat as an enormous white winged horse hovered in front of them inches above the swiftly flowing river. The large outstretched wings blocked the moonlight from hitting the boat directly.
Hermione stared at the tall man atop the winged horse. She noted the golden bridle buckled around the beast’s head. Hermione looked at the blond.
“STOP WHERE YOU ARE!” Three men on brooms yelled.
Ron glared up at the only man on a winged horse clenching his wand tightly as he spun to Hermione swishing and flicking his wand at her. Hermione yelled as she went soaring through the air.
She could hear the sound of the winged animal flapping after her and snorting in anger.
“RON!” She twisted and tried to get her wand but she didn’t get a good hold of it, and it dropped to the river. She wriggled around a little as she landed on her side on Tower Bridge to keep the baby’s head from hitting the road.
Hermione yelped and rolled around when she realized that her skirt was on fire.
Click-click. Click. Click.
Hermione clutched the bundle of blankets to her chest as she looked up into frightful cold grey eyes. A light breeze blew the long blonde hair of the man atop the large white horse.
Clip-click. Click. Clip.
Lucius Malfoy and the enormous winged horse advanced toward her blocking escape to the south bank of the river.
“Well, well, well. Miss Granger, it seems that you are quite easy prey. Floating down the river in the light of an almost full moon. And they said you were intelligent. Foolishness is all I see.” Lucius’ lips pinched together in mocking amusement, and his eyes twinkled in his delight at her being caught. “Come with me quietly, Miss Granger, and no harm will come to you.”
“Lucius Malfoy, your powers of finding those against you have been proven abysmally overrated,” Hermione said, straightening her posture and crinkling her nose. Her arms tightened around the baby, and she added her last bit squinting at Lucius forehead. “And I think your hair has receded since I last saw you.”
Lucius’ hand shot to his hair instantly, and Hermione took the opportunity to flee as Lucius felt to be sure he wasn’t balding. She sprinted up the bridge toward the north bank of the river and through the gates that led in to the Tower of London. Safety was to be had for all within the walls as decreed by the most revered Death Eater from the first Battle of Hogwarts in which Albus Dumbledore died.
“MUDBLOOD BITCH!” Lucius shouted, kicking his animal to action.
The winged horse reared squealing before charging after her. Hermione screamed as she heard the clomping gallop of the horse bearing down on her. She glanced back when no more pounding could be heard as she raced up the steps of the White Tower.
“HELP! Please let me in! Save me!” Hermione screamed, pounding on the door clutching the baby to her chest as tightly as she could.
She looked up at the sky at the angry whinnying of the animal and the gusts of wind from its furiously flapping wings whipped around her.
Lucius snatched at the bundle of blankets in Hermione’s arms as the winged horse crashed through the railing around the wooden platform.
“You monster!” Hermione screamed as she tugged harder at the bundle.
He couldn’t take the baby. He would kill him.
“Let go, you ugly fucking bastard! LET GO!” Hermione screamed, digging her fingers more tightly into the blankets wrapped around the baby. “I’ll rip your hair out until you’re bald!”
Lucius’ face contorted as his nose crinkled in fury as he unsheathed his wand. He aimed at Hermione, and without words, Hermione was blasted back.
Her hands clawed at the air, and her eyes widened as she lost her balance and fell backwards down the steps.
Lucius sneered at her where she lay in a heap at the bottom of the steps. Using the tip of his wand, he nudged the blankets to uncover the sleeping babe.
Lucius quivered as he turned the horse and lifted the bundle to fling it to the ground below.
BAM!
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, LUCIUS?” a deep voice asked in a deadly soft tone.
Lucius spun and looked at the hooded figure in the door. A single black eye peeped out from under the hood and looked at the wizard atop the large white animal who had moonlight dancing off his long, fine hair. A sword hung off his belt. The individual stood with his arms crossed.
“I rule here, Severus,” Lucius said, and the winged creature stomped his foot in anger. “It’s time to be rid of this relic, Friend.”
“You owe me, Lucius,” Severus said, keeping his face hidden from the moonlight shining outside and the torchlight streaming from the doorway. “Much.”
“I don’t know what this trick is,” Lucius said, shaking the bundle as if he would dash its brains out on the ground below.
“WAAH!” The bundle burst to life with loud cries, and he kicked and flailed his arms.
“Give me the child, Lucius,” Severus said, holding his arms out for the babe.
“Shut up,” Lucius said, shaking the baby boy a little more.
Lucius dropped the bundle with a sneer. Severus glared at the blond imagining using a spell to permanently make his hair look like he had been in a fight with a hippogriff. Severus cradled the baby to his chest and stroked its face.
“Severus, is he?”
“Yes.”
“We have much to discuss,” Lucius said, dismounting from the winged beast and securing it.
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The sun was rising when Lucius came out of the White Tower. His footsteps echoed hollowly on the wood as he walked to his mount with clenched fists.
“I hope you know what you are doing, Friend,” Lucius said, swinging up into the saddle.
The animal stomped a foot and tossed his large head.
“You aren’t giving up so much,” Severus said, smirking as he cast a sleep spell on the baby in his arms.
Lucius rolled his eyes at Severus and inadvertently looked down the steps.
It just wasn’t bloody fair. He was Lucius Malfoy. He ruled all over a Europe with no Muggle or Wizard barriers. It was all Wizard everywhere as it should have always been. They were superior to Muggles. Muggles worked the fields for food and potions ingredients. And nobody liked them anyway! He was having fun.
Smattered drops of blood littered the steps to the bottom where a large splotch was.
“Where is she?” Lucius said, pointing down the steps at the drying blood.
The red, early morning sunlight glinted off the blood mocking Lucius.
Severus shrugged and made a face as a fetid smell greeted his nose.
“Disgusting,” Severus said, holding the baby out as far from himself as he could.
“That is why one has house-elves before one has a child,” Lucius said, pulling a monogrammed handkerchief from his pocket to cover his nose. “Repulsive things, babies are before they know to go to lavatory on their own.”
Severus turned and walked through the door.
“That nosy chit will show her face when it is least convenient and most dangerous,” Severus said as he tried to hold his breath. “Have fun for the next decade and a half or so.”
“Oh, I’ll be seeing you,” Lucius said, and he kicked the animal to action when Severus slammed the door and bellowed for a house-elf.
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Well, that is the prologue. Am incredibly depressed right now for a stupid reason. But most of my emotional states are for stupid reasons. One would think that I would get used to it. Anyway, I hope that you like this.
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