In The Absence of Light
by Inkblot-Crisis
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-Summary-
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It has ended. The Wizarding World has fallen into darkness. Kent has fallen, Hogwarts has fallen...
...Harry Potter has fallen.
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-Disclaimers-
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Standard may apply.
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-Dedication-
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To my RL Muse, my close friend and my light in the dark.
Sleep well, and dream of angels,
For I shall close my eyes and dream of your smile.
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-Prologue-
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It is now over two years since that dreadful Halloween eve. The screams of the innocent and the shrill laughter of the wicked still haunts many a soul even to this day - none more so than those who were witness.
They had seen forth-hand the shift in the powers...from light, to darkness.
In an instant, all their dreams of peace, of unity and the triumph of good over evil...gone, vanished in the wisps of smoke at the end of a yew wand.
To say that the Final Confrontation of the Full Fledged Wizard Harry Potter and the Dark Wizard Lord Voldemort was a spectacle, would insult the souls of the vanquished, but for those who had watched with their very eyes it was indeed a marvel to be seen.
Marvelous in its show of strength and lore...
...marvelous in its sense of utmost final judgement...
...marvelous in its horrifying truth.
The Light had lost.
With the last hope of The Cause fell, as did all the others. One by one the Wizards and Witches slowly accepted their inevitable fate. Many were given the Dementor's Kiss on the spot, while others, like the Witch Hermione Granger, were sentenced to Azkaban along with other Witches and Wizards that were deemed too avante-garde for The New Order of Society, as they liked to be called.
With the battles over and the dust settled, all that was left was for life to move on...
...and it did.
The assimilation of the New Order of Society into the lives of each and every man, woman and child of New Wizarding London was achieved with little confrontation...but of course there were those foolish few that resisted. It was not an odd thing to see murder taking place at nine in the morning on the public streets of New Wizarding London. Those who have assimilated fully to The New Order would just shrug it off, especially when it is carried out by an officer from the Empire.
But life was certainly different. Social Classes were put into three distinct groups.
The majority of the population were in the Slums. Those who had been loyal to the Cause of the Light were put here to bicker and fight among themselves or to weep and grieve over their losses.
On the higher tier were the Nobles. Upperclass Pureblooded Families that had supported the Dark Lord in their cause. There were a handful of those who had been loyal to the Light that had changed their allegience to live a better life, The Flinch-Fletchy Family are a prime example, as are the Patils.
Somewhere in between the Nobles and the final tier were the Law Enforcers. The law had slightly changed in the new order of things, Officers were regarded as judge, jury and a lot of times executioner...thought the trials only last no longer than mere minutes for a life to vanish before a single strike of a sword or a single flash of green light.
Lastly, we have the highest ranking Social Class in the New Order, The Goverment and the Army. Even the modest desk-clerk had a slightly higher authoritive power than a Noble, to belong to this part of Society was to ride on the Dark Lord's robe-hems, figuratively speaking.
And so our little tale is taking its shape.
A new world filled with fear, bigotry and supression. A world where darkness has won, and the memory of the Light is just that...a memory.
Our tale begins not in the peaceful hills of the Muggle World's Privet Drive, but in the relatively quiet night of the Slums in what used to be Diagon Alley. In a little Crystal and Silverworks shop owned by the last known remaining member of the Weasley Clan.
Our tale begins with Ginny Weasley as this tale will also end with her...
...one way or another.
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-Prologue End-
-Living in Darkness' Reign-
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AN
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For those who are awaiting the next installment of my other fic "Ashes to Flames, Dust to Frost" I have only this to say: I am deeply sorry. I will be taking a Hiatus on that fic for a while as my RL muse of that fic has...moved on. This current fic will be my second fic, but it will also be my first one written without my muse's voice in my ear. I will continue that fic whenever I can get myself to click on its folder.
This new piece of fanfiction is my tribute to Her.
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