A/N: Yay! I finally got around to posting this. I've been working on this for a while now, but updates still might be slow because I've handwritten most of this and my typing speed is terrible and I have a whole lot on my plate right now, but I swear to keep up with this story. That was a really long sentence. Oh and by the way I have a question. If Lily's birthday is in July, and James's is in March, then they would both be allowed to use magic in the summer before their seventh year, right? I suck at birthdays and cut-off dates, so please enlighten me. Happy reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the places that will be used in this story. They are the absolutely brilliant work of Mrs. J.K Rowling.

There was something wrong with this whole situation. A stranger (she knew from the handwriting) had written her a letter. No matter how many revealing charms she tried, there was no sender on the envelope; only a recipient: Her. It had come via owl, which was extremely rare in the current…climate. 'At least wizards don't know about anthrax and chloroform,' she assured herself tremulously, not knowing exactly how much truth was in those words.

With shaking hands, she forced herself to open the envelope that was adorned with a snake seal.

Miss Lily Evans,

I have heard from word of mouth about you wonderful and considerable magical talent. I must really compliment you on it. However, as your exceptional mind must have perceived, the nature of this letter is darker than applauding your extraordinary skills.

As you know, the Death Eaters are recruiting. You, because of your superior skills, marvelous instincts, and superb logic, would be a great asset to my following. You should be honored to be even considered to be one of the lucky few who can join.

Send us your response with the same bird. Consider this your warning: If you do choose to reject us, well, let us just say you don't want us as your enemies.

Signed

Lord Voldemort.

The letter fell out of Lily's numb hands and she took a step back, as if it was highly explosive.

"Is everything alright Lily?" Rose Evans, Lily's mother, called from the kitchen.

"Y-yes everything is fine," she called back. 'Liar' her conscience chided.

"I thought I heard you scream," her mother said worriedly.

"Oh that was nothing. I thought I saw a spider on my desk," she invented, surprising herself at how steady her voice was.

"Well, come quick. Dinner is almost ready."

"In a minute, mum," she said keeping the worry in her voice at bay.

"Alright, hurry up then."

Her eyes flicked over the letter again, but this time instead of fear, she was offended. Offended that even a low down, no good, lying piece of scum like Voldemort would dare to think that she could be won over by flattery and threats.

Lily was a proud girl by nature. She did not need other's approval to be who she was. She was above that. She had enough self-respect to not be swayed by something as commonplace as flattery. Voldemort had insulted the most basic part of her nature and she wasn't about to put up with that.

The red-haired girl took a steadying breath and gathered the remnants of her dignity. She snatched a piece of parchment from her debatably organized desk and rummaged around for a quill and ink pot before sitting down to write.

Voldemort,

I have heard from word of mouth about your evil schemes to ruin people's lives. I must tell you that you are absolutely delusional if you think I would even take a fraction of a second to consider such a – for the lack of a better word- organization. However, as your egotistical pigheadedness has probably not yet realized, I do NOT want to be a Death Eater. You see, I, unlike you, have my head screwed on straight and would sooner die than disgrace myself in such a way.

Signed,

Lily Evans.

Her eyes darted over the letter again to check it for spelling and grammatical errors, a habit she had fallen into at Hogwarts and tied it to the leg the black bird had so patiently held out, waiting to take the letter back to its master.

Just then, the doorbell rang and Lily jumped up and ran down the hall to get it trying to distract herself from the letter. But the sight she stumbled upon was one she was completely unprepared to see: Her father glaring daggers at James Potter.

A/N: So… Now you know what to do. See the little review button down there? Go ahead and click it. Actually, I have a correction. Type something first. Then press the button. Next update will be here soon. I will try to put it up next Friday if my teachers decide not to be evil and give us too much homework.

- Ice