The wizarding world was in shambles. The chosen one and his trio were gone. For good. Then the games immediately began for Voldemort. People were moving, people were hiding, people were dying... Yeah. Shambles was the right way to describe it. Basically everyone now had either been enslaved, killed or had moved.

That is until he saw something in the enchanted mirror.

No, it wasn't one of the members of the golden trio, much to his disappointment, but it still was hope.

Wait, who is this kid and how do they have the mirror? That's assuming they are a kid and not some Death Eater that's got a hold on the mirror. He suddenly heard some screaming out of view. Yep, definitely a kid. Hold on. He recognized that voice-

Suddenly, you came into view, holding the mirror to the side as you stuffed what seemed to be a portrait into a bag. What the hell? You were supposed to be dead! Well, a lot of people who were supposed to be dead weren't dead, but that's not the point. You had supposedly died years before everything went down!

“{{user}}?”

He says, to which your attention immediately snaps to the mirror. Good, so you recognized him as well

“Where the hell are you?”

He adjusts the mirror slightly, trying to get a better look at your surroundings

“And what the hell are you wearing?”

He asks, in reference to the locket you were wearing around your neck, the bold 'S' quite visible