"Take them to the Alley!" A Death Eater shouted over the screams of terrified people.
"Yes sir." The loyal subject answered. His flaming red hair poking out of his dark hood that loomed over his face. All that was visible were the shadows of where is features should be.
"I haven't done anything wrong...I...I am just a humble shopkeeper. I have done nothing to upset the Dark Lord or anyone." The terrified man whimpered and his capture's grip on the man's arm increased, stinging the peasants' skin.
"You were caught trying to sell information to the militia that wants to over throw the Dark Lord." The ginger said sternly and glared at the shopkeeper with disgust.
"I swear I did no such thing." He said as a tear rolled down his dried, wrinkled cheek. The man knew that no matter what he said he was not going back to his family and that he would most likely end up dead and if not dead then as good as.
"Shut it!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The prisoner cried.
"Look." The capture looked into the man's gray, lifeless eyes as he spoke. He could tell that once his eyes were filled with life and joy, but not anymore. The joy was now replaced with fear and sorrow. The joy would be gone forever now, for once the eyes turn deep and dull nothing can bring them back to life. The shopkeeper's capture knew this better than anyone. For his eyes too once radiated with life and joy.
"Don't say another word or I will kill you right here, right now. Just shut up and keep walking. We are almost to the Alley." And with that the capture turned his head forward and didn't look at the man anymore.
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The Alley
FanfictionWhat if Voldemort had won the war and took over not only the wizard world, but the muggle world as well. Harry is dead. Ron and Hermione are Death Eaters while the rest of the Weasleys are living underground in hopes that the Dark Lord doesn't find...
