The Tragic End

[Lily Snape]

PLOT: Harry was killed, Voldemort has lived. Write a story about the hardships of life with Voldemort, and what a living hell things are now that The Chosen One is DEAD!

Dead Characters:
Hermione
Molly
Lupin (Killed by Fenrir)
Wormtail(Death Eater)
Harry(DUH)
Bill Weasley
Charlie Weasley
Arthur
Lucius Malfoy(Death Eater)
Dumbledore
Rodolphus Lestrange(Death Eater)
Fenrir Grayback (Death Eater--killed by Lupin)
MacNair (Death Eater)

LIVE CHARACTERS:
Ginny Weasley(becomes a Death Eater, don't care how)
Fred/George Weasley
Percy Weasley (Death Eater)
Ron Weasley
Narcissa Malfoy (Death Eater seeking help-Scared for her son)
Draco Malfoy (Death Eater)
Severus Snape (Death Eater, also worried for Draco)
McGonagall (Headmistress of Hogwarts)
Blaise Zabini (Death Eater)
Nymphadora Tonks
Mad-Eye Moody
Bellatrix Lestrange (Death Eater)
((And anyone else you can think of!))

The Death Eaters have alliances with the Dementors & Giants & Goblins
The Order have the Dragons and Thestrals

MUST INCLUDE:

-->Death Eater Death Camps (Think Holocaust)
^^Must show what goes on ((These descriptions MAY BE GRAPHIC..To get the feeling across.If you're not mature enough to read about these types of things, Do NOT read this fic^^
-->More Death
-->SOME romance..but this isn't the ENTIRE FIC! There's a war going on!

Ok I think I was specific enough! You can choose the ending, I won't limit you to that! Write away!

[daisymiller]

Smoke clouded the air, and Ronald Weasley coughed. The noise brought the attention of Draco Malfoy, standing but a few feet away from Ron.

Draco smirked, taking a few steps forward until Ron's form could bee seen through the thick smoke. "Weasley," he said, raising his wand.

"Malfoy," sneered Ron. The image of Hermione's face came into his mind, and the pain that had been slitting his heart in half for the past few months returned with full force. Her last scream echoed around him, and he raised his own wand, thinking that Draco should have died that day as well.

[Lily Snape]

A/N: I'll start this off with a warning/notice..whatever.
DO NOT POST SHORT ENTRIES! Actually WRITE something worth reading, or I will most likely DELETE it! (The post above me is ok, since it is just starting us off...but anymore that short and they'll be deleted. thanks!)

Ronald Weasley's eyes snapped open as Hermione's screams echoed in his head. But it did not feel as if his eyes had opened at all. He couldn't see anything, no matter how much he tried to strain himself to focus. He wiped at his eyes with his fists and noticed with a clank of chains that he was bound to the wall.

"New guy's awake" Said a gruff voice somewhere from his right. Ron's blood froze. There were other people in here!

"Who's there!" He said dubiously. He felt scared, truely scared, for the millionth time since the war had started.

"Bindle," He grumbled, "Paul Bindle. I know who you are," He added as Ron began to introduce himself as well, "You're that Auror who went nutters after his wife and best mate were killed 10 years ago. A lot of help you've been, you satchel of dragon dung."

"'Scuse me?" Ron spluttered, quite offended. No matter how truthful Paul's words had been, Ron refused to believe such rantings.

"So I guess you got stuck at the wrong end of that Malfoy's wand as well," Paul muttered, making a rather disgusting sound with his nose, "Us too. This is where he holds the male half of his prisoners"

"The male half?" He whispered.

"Oh yes, it's terrible really," squeaked another voice from Ron's left. How many people were in here?

"And who are you?" he asked the other voice. It sounded oddly familiar.

"It's me, Neville." He said, his voice had lost all the life it'd once held back when they'd attended Hogwarts together. "I was visiting Mum and Da's graves when I got caught. He took Luna, too..."

Ron winced. Neville had been married to Luna for a few years now, and Luna had been expecting twins from what he'd heard last. Did he dare ask?

"What about--"

"The girls?" He said, as if he'd expected this question to come up. By the sound of his voice, he was either near to tears or already leaking at the eye. "I don't know" He sniffed, "I've been here almost 5 years now.."

"What!" Ron hollered, taken aback. "Five years? I thought you and Luna had just gone into hiding..."

"Techincally, you could call this hiding if you wanted." Neville sighed, "It's unplottable."

"Your girl's probably dead by now, all three" said another vaguely familiar voice. "I know Hannah is, she'd have killed herself before she let those arseholes lay their filthy little paws all over her."

"What d'you mean?" Ron asked the voice.

"I mean," he said, "That while we men are merely tortured and nearly starved to death, not to mention being let outside only to do back-breaking labour...The women serve as a Death-Eater's personal shag-bag." he hocked back and spit on the ground. "Which in my opinion is much worse than anything we will have to endure while we stay here."

Ron closed his eyes and let his head rest against the stone cold wall. So here he was, stuck in the clutches of Lord Voldemort and Draco Malfoy, with all the men he'd captured.

"So the famous Ronald Weasley has been taken in by his worst loathed enemy, aye?" asked the voice, letting out a cold chuckle. "Not very surprising. Malfoy has it out for you Weasley's, I've seen a couple of you pass through here and die shamefully. Very weak family, you lot."

Ron inflated with fury. "Who do you think you are!" He yelled, his voice echoing off of the walls.

"Zacharias Smith, thanks." He spat, "You know, old DA buddies. What a lot of good that ruddy club did"

"Don't put down Harry!" he roared.

"Don't worry, Zach," Said another voice next to Zacharias, "He's new. He'll lose his spunk after awhile."

"I know" Zacharias said without feeling, "He'll probably die before any of us do."

"I don't know," Paul grunted from his corner, "Jake here hasn't spoken for a few days, and it's beginning to smell."

***

Screams could be heard from a nearby chamber, it was a woman's scream.

"Stop! Please! AAAH!!" Her voice was cut off by spontaneous sobs and hiccups.

Gregory Goyle left the chamber, smirking. He adorned scratches on his face and deep fingernail marks in his arms, but he seemed satisfied.

Draco passed by him, a squirming woman in his arms. "I don't even want to picture in my mind what you've been doing in there" He told him, but he sounded amused. Goyle's eyes glittered darkly as he sauntered past him.

"LET GO OF ME!" the woman in Draco's clutches screamed, her hair flailing about. He'd nearly forgotten she was even there.

"Now, now," he said, leading her into a stone chamber identical to the one he'd just thrown Ron Weasley into, except this one was lit and this one was filled with women instead of men. He shoved her down onto the ground at his feet and flicked his wand. The woman screamed bloody murder as she was involuntarily dragged across the floor and her wrists were bound to chains against the wall.

"I'll be back for you later," He drawled, "But in the meantime, mingle with your new friends. You'll be seeing them every day for the rest of your life."

He slammed the door behind him, smirking in spite of himself. He had at least twenty men and thirty women all captured by him. In his day he'd caught many more, but most of them were dead now. They weren't much of a loss in his eyes.

He walked down the corridor, past many other chamber doors owned by his fellow Death Eaters, where men and women alike were chained to their walls. Draco was almost to the stairs when someone came out of one of their own chambers.

"Hello, Professor Snape."

"Quit calling me 'Professor', boy!" Severus hissed. "I've long since left Hogwarts. Come along." And they both started their journey up the stairs.

It was true, Severus Snape had been deemed a loyal Death Eater ever since Draco's sixth year, when he'd been protecting his godson. Severus had tried to make amends with the order, but it seemed that killing Albus Dumbledore could not be forgiven, even if it'd been for a 'good cause'. They had tried to kill him on the spot.

So now, Severus supposed, he was a loyal Death Eater. If one side was going to shun him, he would take the accepting one. And he'd been a very useful person for the last 10 years. Too bad it had to be for the wrong causes.

Severus didn't want this to be the route Draco went down, though. He knew sooner or later another would rise to the challenge of Voldemort, and he'd be finally vanquished. He knew he'd be killed, but Draco could still be spared. If only he would have gotten out before he'd gotten in too deep.

What made him sick, though, was not the fact that Draco had become what he'd dreaded he would, and it wasn't the fact that Narcissa came and cried on his shoulder about it every night. It was the fact that Draco was just as lowly and filthy as the rest of his co-workers. Narcissa didn't know it, but Draco also took part in the abuse and rape of the women in his chambers. It made him wince every time he would come back reeking of sex, or when he would pass his door and hear a woman shouting out in anguish. He thought that he had taught Draco better, despite the ideas Lucius had so successfully drilled into his brain.

They arrived at the Death Eater's quarters, which were by the way much better than those of the prisoners. They sat down for a hot meal and discussed the things they had been doing all day.

"I caught two Weasley's today" Draco smirked maliciously, his eyes shining with mirth. "I've got almost all of them knocked off, and these two will be so fun to watch suffer."

Severus smirked back at Draco, the both of them had always shared hate for the Weasley clan. They were blood-traitors, and Ron Weasley was the worst. He'd enjoyed watching Ron sob himself into submission over the death of Hermione. Severus had watched. It'd been a very slow, painful death. Only suitable for a Mudblood such as herself.

***

Ron's head snapped up as he heard blood-curdling screams coming from outside of the door.

"LET ME GO!" she was hollering, struggling against her captor.

"Only a bit further" said the smooth voice of Draco Malfoy, as she full-out screamed.

"He's got another" Paul grunted. "Not all too surprising."

"SHH!" Ron hissed, "I recognize that voice.."

"I'LL BLOODY KILL YOU, MALFOY!" she screamed, not one trace of fear in her voice.

"Oh Merlin" Ron said. He felt sick, the room began to spin..."That's Ginny."