Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
It was at least twenty degrees above cold. There was no sound in the night, not even an owl's soft hoot could be heard. Lily Evans stood in the dead center of the forest, waiting. What she was waiting for, even she did not know; yet she stood there patiently, almost like a statue, allowing the cool breeze to brush through her red hair.
A cloaked figure appeared in front of her seconds later, breaking the eerie silence of the night.
"My lord," the red head whispered, bowing in the presence of the almighty man.
"You have defied me," the cloaked figure hissed. "Lily Evans." With a snap of his fingers, two Death Eaters apparated beside him; one was holding James Potter around the neck, the other Sirius Black.
"No! James!" the girl cried out, tears beginning to stream down her pale face. "Lord Voldemort, please!" she pleaded.
"I already gave you a chance, Lily. You chose to defy me." Lily Evans silently cried as she watched Voldemort turn to face the two men standing captured. He lifted the silencing charm off of James Potter before muttering a curse under his breath.
The messy-haired Gryffindor's screams could be heard miles away.
A/N: This is an idea I got using a story I wrote a couple years ago. I may write more... but let me know what you think.