"Draco walked the empty hallways of Hogwarts, a familiar ache pulsing in his chest. He'd spent a good part of his life in this castle - there were a lot of memories here. Sure some of them weren't happy, hell some were down right upsetting and they just deepened the ache in his chest, but many of them - a good many, were happy.. ones that he could say were far better and happier then any memory he might have in his own home. Hogwarts was his second home, as much as he hated to admit that fact, it was true and in his own way, he loved this old school..."
The Death Eaters have stormed through Hogwarts, claiming victory through it's halls.. The Golden Trio has vanished and the people of wizarding London have begun to lose hope. Could Hogwarts ever be the same again..? Has Voldemort really won? Can Dumbldore's Army, rise from the ashes, and rebuild the fallen?