Ok, I'm going to update my other fanfictions soon, but I just wanted to write a dystopia and this one will have many plot twists. I obviously don't own Harry Potter and anything related to it - the plot and the characters you don't recognize are mine. Harry will be called Hope most of time, but his real name is Ariane (Lily honored Arianna Dumbledore when he told her his story) Iris Potter. Iris is the flower of hope, as stated on the second chapter.

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"By order of the Emperor of Magical Great Britain, all muggleborns are to be presented at the Royal Palace in order to be investigated.

By order of the Emperor of Magical Great Britain, any muggle child that shows evidences of accidental magical must be hand over to the Empire.

By order of the Emperor of Magical Great Britain, all those associated with the Order of Phoenix must surrender themselves for trial on charges of murder, treason, slander, conspiracy and endangerment of the Wizarding World…"

"No!" Alice Longbottom shouted as the decree continued to be read out loud. Her husband, Frank Longbottom, firmly held her shoulders, stopping the woman from moving forward, but still she screamed in despair, their one year and seven months son in her arms. Behind them, people moved out of the way, in fear of touching those with the feather in their arms – a symbol all the surviving members of the Order had received after that Halloween.

All of them knew what would happen to those in the Order. The trials were just euphemisms for the mass murder of those who were once considered enemies, but now were just the ones the Empire had subjugated. Frank Longbottom knew they had to somehow leave their son with his mother, and soon, or else he would have to be sent to one of the new "Orphanages" Voldemort had founded in the last week. Orphanages that everyone knew were just places for people to be brainwashed or further oppressed.

As they retreated back into their cells, Frank couldn't stop thinking about their friends in the Order. He was glad that Dumbledore had refused Arthur's and Molly's request to join. Merlin knew that the six sons they had would need them...as did their new-born baby girl, what was her name? Gillian? Minerva? Oh, Ginevra.

James and Lily, oh gods, what would happen to their little girl? Remus, Sirius and themselves, all of them were in the Order. All her guardians were to be killed by their new emperor. Maybe James could give the girl to her grandmother, too? But where was the child? They had left the girl at their home in Godric's Hollow on Halloween with Lily's sister; Petunia Evans wasn't the most pleasant woman in the world, but Lily had feared for her remaining family member's life. And then, when Voldemort killed Dumbledore, they had been subjugated. Some had tried to run, but Frank knew the news that the Death Eaters told to the prisoners. He had seen the heads impaled at the border of the dungeons. Marlene and her whole family. Edgar Bones. Mundungus Fletcher.

Frank had heard the Moody and Remus were still on run. Maybe little Ariane Iris Potter and her aunt were with them? And Pettigrew, the bloody rat that had turned on them so easily, that one was going to pay. As Frank Longbottom looked to the ex-members of the destroyed Order of Phoenix, all of them soon to be dead, he could only feel dread.

The three Longbottoms shared a cell down in the dungeons of the palace that Voldemort had built in a week in the Fens. Apparently, he had reformed the ruins of the castle of the Slytherin Family, but that wasn't information that had been made public to the prisoners. What were they planning to do with it?

"Prisoner 6120, you have a visit from the Longbottom widow." Frank got up, looking to the bundle on his wife's arms. "I need my little man."

Neville, his son. Born on a sunny day in the summer of the last year. He had called it a blessing at the time, seeing his wife with the tiny bundle on her breast. The sun had washed the room that day at St. Mungo's with a beautiful glow. Nowadays, he could only think they had condemned their child to a horrible life. He could only hope that his mother would never tell his son about his parents. He didn't wish for Neville to grow up knowing that they had been killed because they were murderers. He didn't regret what he had done, but Frank knew that it would be better if his Nev' never knew about himself and his wife. They could only bring sadness. If Neville understood the reasons for why Frank and Alice had fought, and supported their cause, he would be hunted down. Frank's heart hurt at the thought of his little man growing up to hate them.

People said his son was the perfect mixture of the boy's parents. They were wrong; his son was his wife – her beauty, her kindness, her smile, her brightness.

His Alice kissed their son's forehead lovingly; the child's mouth open to babble "Mummy" to his mother. His wife smiled sadly to the child, her pixie hair floating wildly around her tired and dirty face. But it was that smile, that gentle smile that never really left his love's lips that made her the most beautiful woman in the world, he was sure of it.

"You need to go with your daddy, Sweetheart." She told to the boy in her arms, hugging him one last time before giving him to Frank. "You'll need to be a strong little man, okay? Be a good boy to your grandma. Mummy loves you."

"Mummy, not go." The boy said, now weeping in his father's arms.

"Don't cry, Sweetheart. Mummy loves you. Daddy loves you. You are so loved, Nev'." Alice repeated to their son as he walked away, repeating the same words to his son. After all, what else can one say when seeing one's child the last time?

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On the other side of the dungeons, at the same, precise, moment, a man turned into a giant dog. In his head, just one thought ran on a loop; the names of his friends, the name of the one who betrayed them. The name of his goddaughter.

Sirius Orion Black was going to find them.

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Remus Lupin sprinted madly through the forest, a small girl on his shoulders as he ran faster than he had ever had before. He had found her alone at the Godric's Hallow, no signal of Petunia. Many muggles lay dead at the main square of the village; the Death Eaters had raided the area after the last major battle. Maybe Lily's sister was one of the corpses.

It was a full moon night, but he had to leave his surrogate goddaughter somewhere before turning into the hungry beast he knew he would become. As the sun began to slip under the west horizon, a sense of urgency took over him.

His body had begun to change and he knew there was no time. Grasping the child from his shoulders, Remus sat the little girl on a rock. The year and seven month toddler watched him with smart eyes, wide in fascination, her feet swinging on the air. "Moon….Moo'y; wolf."

"Stay here, Prongslet. I'll come back when the sun comes again, ok? Just…just stay here." He said, running away before his werewolf form could take his body completely.