Magic
She dodged to the right. Crouching low, she glanced to her left as an ill-aimed spell flew past her. That was a nasty one.
Good thing he can't aim, she thought, as she rolled forward and got back on her feet. Without even looking at him, she sprinted towards the turned-over table lying in the corner of the ransacked warehouse. Grinning as spells bounced off broken pots and smashed boxes, Lily focused her will on the sad looking table in the far corner. Almost there. The spells continued to shower down upon her, hitting everything—except her. Lily dove for the only source of protection from the flying spells and landed behind the table. What the fuck was going on here!
Admittedly, Lily acknowledged herself to be a first-class sprinter, but no one could be that bad at aiming. In fact, the guy had to be pretty skillful to hit everything but her. Lily was ready to pounce in a different direction, knowing the table would be blasted by a particularly destructive hex. Actually, she was half surprised that it hadn't been blown to smithereens yet. She had waited too long; why wasn't her body moving? And what was taking so fucking long for the death-eater to blast the table out of his way. Lily's eyes narrowed. Whoever the tall, black-robed man was, he did not intend to kill her. He was trying to scare her. Lily was half relieved and half—terrified? Damn. It was working.
She glanced at the dark warehouse and quickly drank in her surroundings. There were ripped boxes and smashed cutlery everywhere. The warehouse must have been at least the size of a Quidditch field. Had the death eater done so much damage in such little time? Her uncle was going to kill her…
Worrying about the scolding she was going to get when she explained this mess, Lily became very aware of her beating heart. The warehouse had turned into a cemetery. There were no more spells; instead an eerie darkness pervaded the building. Lily audibly gulped and started worrying about being alive for the scolding. This was not normal. If anything, her eyes should have been slowly adjusting to the dark. Magic was definitely a brew. Lily moved closer to the ground and away from the table. If something was going to happen, she would have a wall behind her back. Slowly, she crept backwards towards the corner of the warehouse where two solid walls met like two rigid soldiers, loyally guarding her back. Feeling with her hands, Lily shrank into the wall and resisting the urge to close her eyes in panic, stared hard into the darkness. If only she had her wand.
She wasn't being stupid; she was following law. She was still a student at Hogwarts, about to enter her seventh year. She was simply abiding by the rules of the Ministry of Magic by not using her wand during summer—except for in emergency situations. Naturally, she had left it in her Uncle's house, where she was staying for the weekend before school started.
Was that someone coming towards her! Lily mentally slapped herself. Now she was just hallucinating—apparently from the pounding fear within her. She breathed slowly. It was just paranoia…This was something out of a horror movie, not from what was supposed to be a lazy Saturday afternoon. Still, Lily tried to focus on the darkness. Constant Vigilance! Adrenaline rushing through her, Lily couldn't help but smile, as thoughts of Quirky Alastor came to mind. He had graduated a couple of years ago—and was now 'missing.' She was one of the few who knew he was actually completely immersed in Auror training, which required total isolation from distractions—like society.
There was definitely something out there. She was sure of it. She did see something, something that looked like a black cloak swishing softly somewhere to her right. Or was it to her left? Why the hell were her thoughts wandering! It had to be this damned darkness that had decided to fill the warehouse with its black nothingness. Lily's heart beat faster. She tried to focus her gaze straight into the darkness. She blinked. Was that a face?
She had a split second to scream before he was on top of her. Horrified, she heard her scream die pitifully, crushed by the thick black darkness that pressed around them. Because he was clad fully in a death-eater's robe, Lily was only able to spit at the man's manic eyes, which glinted a cold, silver blue. Laughing in a low voice, which practically rumbled with menace, he slammed his body flat against her's, and pinned it against the corner. Apparently the two loyal soldiers that had her back had conveniently decided to go on a break. Trapped, Lily was half aroused by the sudden warm body against her own and half angered by his forwardness. At least she wasn't scared anymore, which gave her the advantage. But he didn't know that. Releasing a pleased moan, the death-eater rubbed his sex against her, using his hands to find access to her skin. Unfortunately for him, he did not know that Lily Evans absolutely hated to be caught in a helpless situation. He also was ignorant of the fact that she hated men who always thought that they could take advantage of women by using their strength to do cliché things like push them against walls, etc. It infuriated her. Poor guy.
Feeling her body tingle with elemental rage and passion, Lily grabbed the unsuspecting death-eater by the robes, stared him in the now very frightened silver blue eyes, and threw him across the warehouse—literally. She narrowed her eyes triumphantly. So focused on her goal, Lily was quite unaware that every atom of her body was energized with a new sensation that had nothing to do with the laws of muggle physics. Her red hair burst with flaming color, which did rather make it look like it was on fire.
The death-eater, dazed, and miraculously conscience, stared at the fiery diety across the warehouse. His illusion spell had dispersed, and instead the warehouse glowed bright with light from one source: Lily. His eyes widened as his mind cleared. She was emanating…magic.
