A/N: Ok, so my other story isn't getting any reviews, which is seriously getting me depressed, so I'm going to ditch it for now and work on this one. Hopefully this is more appealing to you guys, and you will read and review. Now about this actual story. This is AU, and I know on my profile it says I'm anti-AU, but I decided to give this story a try. In this story, Voldemort doesn't kill Lily and James, he kidnaps them.

Disclaimer: Snape won't brew me Polyjuice Potion, so I can't become JKR as of right now. Unfortunately, the HP universe is still in her possession. Someday, JKR, someday.

Voldemort swept into the room where his Death Eaters were waiting. They all cringed at the sight of him. Voldemort smiled to himself. There was nothing like a bunch of followers, stumbling over themselves to obey his wishes, at his disposal.

Voldemort sat at the head of the table and regarded the assembled Death Eaters with cold and humorless eyes. They all averted their eyes nervously when he looked at them.

The silence stretched on for what seemed like hours. Finally, Voldemort spoke.

"I trust you all have heard the prophecy?"

The Death Eaters all nodded silently, still not looking at him.

"Then you should all know that the child in question is Harry Potter," Voldemort continued. Again, most of the Death Eaters nodded. Voldemort, satisfied, sat back in his chair.

Severus Snape, who looked as cool and composed as always, spoke up. "Dumbledore has moved the Potters into hiding. Their Secret Keeper was Sirius Black, like we thought, and they did indeed change to Pettigrew."

The man mentioned cowered in the corner. Voldemort stared into Pettigrew's eyes and did what most Muggles would call "mind-reading."

"Second guessing your obedience to me, are you, Pettigrew?" Voldemort asked silkily.

Pettigrew let out a squeak, like the rat he was.

Voldemort exhaled slowly. "I shall kill the child tonight."

Some of the Death Eaters gulped. If someone was looking closely, they could see a flicker of fear go through Snape's eyes. It was gone almost as fast as it had appeared, though.

"My—my Lord," Lucius Malfoy spoke up.

"Yes?" Voldemort asked.

"My Lord, I thought that the child didn't have to be Harry? What of the Longbottom's boy?"

"The Longbottom's boy—Neville, I think he's called—is no threat to me. It is the Potter boy I want."

Snape had turned slightly paler than normal. "But, my Lord," he said, sounding slightly desperate. "Surely there are other ways to get the boy besides killing?"

"I need him dead, Snape. Are you going soft? The prophecy said that Harry had the power to vanquish me. I cannot have a threat to my power right now. Pray tell me, Snape, another way to conquer the Potter child besides death?" Voldemort was annoyed that his most faithful servant didn't see on his terms.

Snape licked his lips. "Lily—Lily Potter was a good friend of mine at Hogwarts."

"Your past is behind you. Your future is now. With me."

"Please, my Lord!" Snape pleaded. "Don't kill Lily!"

"I need to do what I need to do, Snape," Voldemort said, his voice dangerously sharp. "If Lily and James get in the way, so be it. It's their own fault. I'm only after Harry."

Snape looked desperately into Voldemort's eyes. "Please, Lord," he whispered in a hoarse voice.

Voldemort pursed his lips. "Very well. I will do what I can. But you are in great debt to me. And know that you will pay off that debt.

Snape breathed a sigh of relief. Anything to help Lily.

A/N: First chapter…pretty short. They will get longer. I just needed to set the basics. READ: check. REVIEW: well, you want to complete the job right? To get a check, push that little button right down there. Good.