Fear in the hidden magical world that is unknown to muggles is rising. The greatest dark lord is gaining his power, killing thousands. The wand - his killing machine. He was gaining supporters, most unwilling and scared, yet power hungry. The ones who resist and stay with the good, are destined to die.

Lily Evans was a top, head girl in her time student at Hogwarts. Strutted around the school, charming everyone with her looks, and mysterious green eyes. All the boys loved her eyes - they were welcoming, sweet, and an edge of evil at the same time. Her wavy aburn hair stopped all boys talking. She was the most beautiful and gifted girl in Hogwarts. But she was already taken. Head Boy James Potter, top at Quidditch, smart and daring. Lily loved all these qualities, and they enjoyed each other's company.

"Mum!" Lily sprinted from the Hogwarts train towards Mary Evans. "Dad!" She hugged them both. A tall, skinny figure stood beside her mother, with a look of disgust on her face. "Petunia!" Lily started towards her sister but was stopped.
"Get you hands off me, I bet you've been playing around with frogs!" Petunia sluttered. "Slimy ones!"
"Now dear, don't speak like that, you should be proud! Lily has graduated from Hogwarts, she's a fully-trained witch!" Her mother seized her daughter in her arms. "It's great to have a witch in the family."
Her sister rolled eyes. Her father noticed this, and decided it would be best if they would leave promptly.
"In the car!"
And they were off, back home.

Their street seemed deserted. Bins were on the roads. Rubbish was scattered everywhere. The kids that usually rode their bikes around weren't there. This unusual silence was broken by Lily.
"You-Know-Who is rising again you know Dad," she said as she continued explaining her adventures at school.
"Really?" he said, taken aback. He was a muggle, and didn't know much about You-Know-Who but was definitely frightened of him.
They rounded the corner, and finally reached their house. Green light was glowing faintly around it. "Good lord, what is up with our house?" her mother exclaimed. She quickly unbuckled her seat belt and ran inside. The Evans then heard a high pitched shriek and a thud. The remainder of the family ran inside. Mary Evans was not the only one inside. A dark figure, holding a long stick in the air was standing above her.

"YOU-KNOW-WHO!" Lily shouted. Her father fainted beside her. She squatted down to check her mother's pulse.
"It's no use," said the dark figure.
"You mean she's - DEAD?" Her sister moaned beside her.
"She will be. If she doesn't give you up." He laughed.
"Why do you want me?" Lily's heart was hammering.
"KEEP AWAY FROM MY SISTER!" a voice behind her shrieked. Lily was taken aback.
"Aw, little muggle sticking up for her baby siter, ey? Crucio!"
Petunia collapsed and whimpered in pain. Voldemort lifted his wand up and Petunia fainted.
"Why, why do you want me?" Lily stammered, trying to act brave. "I mean, of all people. I'm not even great or anything. Well sure, I can do some spells but -"
"SILENCE!" Voldemort yelled. "You don't know how special you are, do you Lily? You don't know your past, you don't know anything do you? Have you ever figured out how powerful you are? What special qualities you have. Your appearance."
Lily stood there stunned. "But - why aren't you attacking me now? I mean - you're reasoning with me here, when well- you've killed thousands of wizards."
"You have such parculiar eyes, don't you Lily? Green eyes."
"I don't know what you're talking about, just get out of the house!"
"You don't want to believe it, do you Lily? That green is the colour of, well, Slytherin. And does anyone in your family have green eyes?"
Lily weighed her chances. And thought. What was he on about? Unless....
"I CANNOT BE YOUR DAUGHTER! YOU'RE THE LAST DESCENDANT OF SLYTHERIN!" she yelled, trying to believe herself.
"You don't know, do you. No one does. A little memory charm on your mother, and let's just say, you're mine."
"NEVER!" Lily ran. "NEVER!" she repeated. She tried to unlocked the back door. She felt a cold hand clutch her wrist.
"No one can prove that, can't they? I'll be back." He disapparated.