Two Holes

Prologue

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Lily Potter smiled at her husband James, while he played with their 2 year old son, Oliver. "It's time to put him to bed."

"Oh come on Lily." James pouted, but with a semi stern look from his wife, he sighed and picked up his son. "Hey sport, it's time to fly!"

Oliver giggled and clapped his hands excitedly as James flew him off into the bedroom to go to sleep. Lily hummed a tune as she picked her 6-month pregnant body up from the sofa, and began her way to the bathroom.

CRACK!

Lily gasped as she whirled around, wand at the ready, and pointed to the door, that had busted open. A man stood in the doorway. A velvet cloak was draped over his shoulders, and his glistening ruby eyes stared at her with such penetration, she buckled under its gaze.

"LILY!" James screamed as he hurried down the stairs, his glasses askew as he took in the scene before him. "What are you doing here?"

The man looked over at him, a smile working its way upon his handsome features. "You know why I've come. There has been a prophecy that concerns me…and I believe it concerns your unborn…daughter."

Lily's eyes widened with sudden realization and she pulled herself from the floor and hurried a few steps backward. "No! It can't be…you must be wrong."

"Your name is the last on the list. This is to happen…one way…or another." He walked toward the red-headed beauty and thought of how the blood coursing through her veins would taste. No…he mustn't concern himself with such matters. There were much more pressing situations at hand.

"Get away from my wife!" James moved quickly to step in between the two, but with a flick of the man's finger, James flew clear across the room and before he could pick himself up, a deranged black haired woman stood before him, daring him with a smile that revealed she wouldn't hesitate to cut him open and make him a snack.

"Voldemort…can I kill him?" She asked, licking her black lip-sticked colored lips.

"No Bellatrix." He ordered.

Voldemort made his way over to the woman who was pressed against the wall by his will. He touched her stomach and closed his eyes as a rush of mental images passed through to him.

A raven-haired beauty with emerald green eyes was sitting on stone steps. Her hair picked up in the wind, and she rubbed her arms for warmth. Moonlight shimmered down and cast a magnificent spotlight on the girl as a man suddenly appeared before her.

The image faded suddenly and Voldemort looked down at the woman who was gasping in shock as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. "Take care of yourself and your daughter Lily Potter. She'll belong to me when she gets older."

"What are you talking about?" Lily asked in gasps as tears rolled down her eyes, her body was still pressed against the wall behind her.

"Forget it! I refuse!" James said through gritted teeth.

Voldemort merely laughed as if the funniest joke had just been whispered into his ear. "Don't be ridiculous. You can't refuse, it's written! She is mine!"

"No. Oh god no…" Lily cried and shut her eyes tight.

"Oh yes. I shall be taking my leave now. Lets be gone Bella…we have dinner waiting."

Only after the two had disappeared, did Lily and James regain mobility. Lily slid down the wall and James hurried after her.

"What are we to do James?" Lily sobbed into his chest. He held her close, rubbing his hands through her hair.

"I don't know. First we need to get rid of Peter Pettigrew….he gave us up. Voldemort would have never gotten in if Peter didn't give him permission."

"He betrayed us." Lily couldn't believe their friend could do such a thing.

"He must have thought Voldemort would kill us…"

Lily flinched at the name. "She belongs to him…what are we to do…how will we protect her?"

James said nothing; He didn't know how they would keep the Eldest Vampire happy. Not only did he have supernatural powers…but he was a dark Wizard. There was nothing they could do. If they were to get rid of him once and for all…their key would be his daughter.

Lily's cries sounded more desperate and she hugged her middle and rocked herself back and forth. What were they going to do?

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A/N: So what do you think? I just had an urge to write this, hope you like it! Please review.