Secret

By: Snowflake a.k.a. Mrs. Black

"My Lord, Connie Causcus has been apprehended by the Ministry sir." a woman's voice said, her face hidden under the hood of her cloak, bowing to her lord Voldemort.

"Not to worry." a high pitched voice replied, "She was quite useless. Stupid girl. I was planning to kill her anyways." he looked at the woman, his deep unmerciful red eyed gleamed.

"Lily, where is Snape?"

"He looked for Greg McColby sir." she bowed deeper, being addressed by her first name.

"Pity, he's wasting his time. He's dead now. Killed him yesterday, got too scared of me. Trying to tell the Ministry about this place."

Voldemort paused. He looked around he small shack, one of its windows were darned and the roof was leaking. But in any case, he was fine. He looked at Lily once again.

"Take your hood off." he commanded.

Lily did so, exposing her brown hair and bright green eyes. Her eyes looking at Voldemort blankly, not a trace of fear in them. She bowed once again.

Voldemort grinned and approached Lily. He cupped her chin to face him.

"Such a pretty face you have Evans." his grin spreading, looking almost malicious.

Lily smiled, but only for a short while.

Voldemort traced the outline of Lily's beautiful face. His unnaturally long fingers brushed the side of Lily's cheekbone and examined her well-defined face like a very detailed craftwork.

He grinned once again. It has been so many years since he was able to touch a woman like this. It was well, since Hogwarts. Where he always got the woman he wanted. The woman wouldn't want to hesitate at all. He was charming then. But now, he was now the feared Dark lord.

He cupped Lily's face once more, with his finger. He leaned closer until he planted a short kiss on Lily's blank lips.

Lily winced. It hurt. It was like kissing a poison snake. With a poisonus tongue. Voldemorts tounge lashed across Lily's mouth. It felt like swallowing acid.

Voldemort pulled back. He licked his lips and grinned at the stunned Lily. "Well, well Evans. You do have uses then..."

Lily bowed hiding her face, "I'm not worthy my Lord."

"Oh but yes you are Lily, yes indeed." he said circling Lily. Eying her like a vulture watching a dying creature.

Lily watched, as footsteps circled around her. Her heart was beating unusually fast. The Dark Lord had kissed her; she kissed death.

Voldemort stopped in front of her, his eyes still upon Lily's brown hair.

"You may leave." he said blankly, as he turned his back, staring at the darned window.

Lily stood up, placed her hood upon her head once more and headed to the door.

"But Evans..." Voldemort called before she could even touch the doors' handle.

"Yes my Lord?"

"Always remember to pull down your hood when I call you."

"Yes Lord." she replied, she pulled the door and went outside.

The sun bathed her face in warmth. She experienced extreme coldness when she was in that small shack, but now the warm sun fanned it. She was happily gazing at the clear cloudless skies.

She looked back at the shack. It was unbelievable that inside that small darned shack was the greatest Dark Lord, and well, out here, it was like there was no fear troubling the world.

She wished to be like this forever, but she had to serve the Dark Lord. She had to, she wanted to...?

She did not know, she grown scared of him slowly, killing his comrades who were beginning to fear him too.

Lily set off, passing the dusty road to Lorleith, a small all-wizarding village, walking south she began thinking of going north, away from Voldemort. But, she took south instead.

She arrived at Lorleith and saw Snape almost immediately, he was leaning on a pub's wall looking like he was waiting for someone.

Lily approached him and lowered her hood. Snape didn't seem to notice her. "Pull down your hood!" Lily hissed. But Snape didn't budge; he was looking at someone who was in the shop across the pub. Looking at Snape was looking, Lily immediately pulled her hood back on, because she saw none the less but James Potter inside. Lily gasped and looked at Snape again. "Severus! We must get out of here!" Lily whispered angrily "Potter in an Auror! We'll be done for if we don't get out of here!"

But Snape still didn't budge, but a small vein popped out of his greasy temple. Lily knew Severus hated James all since Hogwarts. But she couldn't risk getting caught by James. He'll never talk to her again.

She stalked off, leaving Severus she was being called by Lord Voldemort. She wondered. Another errand? How extremely odd. She Disapperated at the outskirts of Lorleith and right next to the shack. She was about to open the door when a high-pitched voice rang in her head. "Lower your hood Evans..." and she did so. She entered and there she saw a cloaked figure, thinking it was Voldemort, she lowered her head.

The figure turned around and cupped her chin. Looking up, Lily didn't see Voldemort, it was the young Tom Riddle.

"My Lord! What have you done?" She asked not pulling away.

"Don't you like it Evans?" Tom joked, but a hint of evil traced his voice. "Now here's your new errand."

He approached her and whispered something to her. She nodded and pulled out her wand, "Lockus!" Lily whispered, and the small battered chair flew and propped itself on the door. They were locked.

Tom grinned.

"Now, stand there-no, there- that's better…" he pulled his wand out.

"Now stay. Do whatever I tell you to do." Tom said pointing his wand high at Lily.

All Lily could do was nod.

"Imperio!" Tom hollered.

Lily didn't know what she was doing. Her vision was blinded by wonderful warmth and bliss. Not knowing her hands were slowly taking her robes off. Then it dropped, and she knew nothing more.

End of Chapter one

Author's notes: Ugly. Didn't know what I was doing. But a Tom/Lily fic wouldn't hurt right? Chapter 2 will be out soon! See you!

Snowflake (Mrs. Black)