Summary: Lily Evans came from a screwed up family and when she first received the letter from Hogwarts, the first pair of wizards she meet are no other than Lucius and Severus! How is Voldemort involved in this and why do James despise her to the very last cell?

Rating: PG13 for excessive emotional pain, and violence (though not that much)

Disclaimer: I don't any thing except the idea of this story.



A/N: Hello, this is my very first HP fic, so please support it! There's a few things that must be mentioned before you read the story and I do hope you are reading this before you flame me.

First of all, the beginning is a bit REPETITIVE. At the beginning, I've had a few head starts and there are a few of them that I liked, so I sort of added them together. Secondly, I'm not very good at writing so bear with me. Thirdly, this story is supposedly trying hard to follow the books, therefore since the fifth one is coming out soon, I might do a lot of revising on the ideas.







Heart of Ice



Part 1 - Dark Invitation



Everyone has contradicting opinions sometimes, but Lily Evans' problem is a major one. She loves her family, yet at the same time she hates them. Ever since her birth, her parents have been fussing over her and treating her like a time bomb, leaving no thoughts for Petunia, who is her 15 years old sister.

Want an example?

"Lily, you don't eat enough dear, here have more of this."

"No, no, Lily is quite full, aren't you dear?"

"She obviously hasn't eaten enough, look at her, she's too thin!"

"Exactly, the perfect form! You don't want her to gain too much weight eating that, now do you?"

etc.

So much for a family outing meal.

Lily's parents constantly fought over her, quite heatedly too, something she never quite liked. She can make her own choices, thank you very much. However, the two 'knowledgeable' adults wouldn't hear of it, to them she's simply too young to make the right decisions.

Fortunately or unfortunately, her parents work abroad, leaving the older daughter to look after their precious darling little flower.



Not the best thing to happen, I'm afraid.

When the couple departs, Lily's room became Petunia's and the cupboard under the stairs became Lily's. Sounds familiar?

Petunia for one, gave Lily all of her attentions when their parents are gone. Jealousy, Lily thought it was, the cause for all the abuse she received while the adults were away. She often received beatings from a stick that's about an inch thick and a foot long because of little things like Lily not waking up early enough to make her breakfast when she wakes up and come down stairs. Not the most pleasant feeling in the world.

With this much hate and violence going around in the household, Lily became quite sharp and observant and developed a talent for avoiding troubles. Sometimes she would even manage to get outside to play with the neighbours. Well, that was in the past. The Evans lives in a small cottage, quite a distance from the urban areas of the region. Behind the petite houses, there inhabited a large forest, about half the size of the forbidden forest. Lily would play with another child often in that forest, until something happened and the neighbours moved away. Quite depressing, since they were the only neighbours they've ever had if you don't count the ones a couple of miles down the road. That was a fact that Lily rather forget, because not only was the whole thing her fault, something horrible came out of it as well.

Unfortunately, now her only friend is her diary, which she wrote in everyday, recording every single detail about her life.

" YOU'RE A HORRIBLE FREAK!!! I HOPE THAT YOU'LL DIE SOON!"

Lily Evans, a girl ten years of age, held her red tender right cheek her 15 years old sister Petunia just slapped. After receiving such abusive treatment, the older girl simply dragged her to the cupboard and locked her in.

Petunia is never one to like the younger sibling, she stole her place in her parents' heart and they left her in the cold. Of course it never did help, the fact that her parents work abroad. Personally, she didn't really mind the favouritism, but it was because of Lily that Mr. And Mrs. Evans fought each other so much.

The moment that Lily was born, Petunia was sure that their parents began to argue about Lily's everything. She doesn't want to eat that; it's not sweet enough! Stop talking rubbish; she's a baby who prefers more healthy foods! Get that toy for Lily! No, that other one would suit her better! Things like that. It's gotten to the point where they will throw breakable objects at each other and scream their lungs out.

Petunia hated that, and she blamed everything to Lily.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Lily held herself together, curled into a ball inside the cupboard, which her sister just locked her in. It's one of those nights in which their parents are working abroad, leaving only her and Petunia in their little house.

Tonight has been all right, she thought, compared to other nights. She's only received a slap and many chores and orders. Yes, definitely a change of routines from other nights. In other days, she would be the anger releaser that belonged to her nosy sister and would often receive harsher hits and kicks while forced to go through the day without any food. Not that she's got any decent ones on any days without her parents anyway.

The blame can't be put on her sister though; Lily knew perfectly well why her sister hated her so much. She's always been the centre of attention in her parents' eyes and the reason of argument. She hated those conflicts as much as Petunia, but she has no say in it. They simply ignore her.

' I hope I will never grow up to be like them,' Lily thought while rubbing her aching cheek.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~



Standing outside in a meadow full of unfamiliar scenery, Lily Evans, a petit dark red head, walks down the path holding what supposed to be a map that would lead her to the Malfoys. Her luggage is supposedly already there, how? She doesn't know.

Upon receiving her Hogwarts letter of acceptance on her eleventh birthday, her mother delightfully informed her that she will spend her coming summer holidays in the old wizarding family; the Malfoys. Why? She doesn't even know them! But her mother said nothing. She knows that her parents are hiding something from her, but she guess it's not her business. Even if she cared, they wouldn't tell her anyway.

Now walking down a path uncertainly, Lily took in the sight around her. Apparently the Malfoys lived in a rural area, what with the fields after fields of green wild meadows, never ending forests of trees with the sky happily shining the colour of light blue. It's a shame people don't find happiness in simple things anymore, all caught up in the fast working technological world.

Taking a deep breath, she discovered her liking for fresh oxygen. Closing her eyes, she pranced slightly down the trail.

"Enjoying yourself, miss?"

Lily whipped around and found herself starring at two boys around her age, standing underneath the shades of a giant oak tree, leaning. One had light blonde hair which is pulled back using unmistakably hair gel with narrow eyes so blue that match that of the sky. The boy has a sarcastic expression on his pale complexion that made him looked adorable. The other one however, held a neutral expression and crossed his arms. Wearing black robes complimented by his dark greasy hair and eyes, he looked one not to be messed with.

However, they both seemed to have this dark aura. no, evil is more like it, that surrounds them. Shaking her head, she smiled politely and answered the strangers.

"Oh yes, it's a lovely day. Um. if you don't mind, may I ask where the Malfoy residence is? I seem to have gotten lost." Speaking the truth, Lily looked expectantly at the boys.

The blonde one smirked, "I'm Lucius Malfoy, and this is Severus Snape," Lucius said, nodding towards Snape, "We are your escorts to my residence as we figure you might be lost."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"I can't believe it, our master is actually letting a muggle-born live in my mansion!" Malfoy complained while he and Snape walked in front of Lily, leading the way with a few distance between them.

" He has his reasons for her to be near, all YOU need to worry about is to follow his orders without making such a fuss." The reply succeeded in shutting Malfoy up for the rest of the journey to the mansion with Lily trailing behind quietly thinking about something.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Malfoy's mansion is huge, and that is the understatement of the century in Lily's opinion. Interested to learn more about her to-be residence for the next two months, she wondered around in the Entrance Hall, or the so-called 'foyer'. Personally, Lily believes that the Entrance Hall is for scaring off unwanted visitors. The whole room is filled with giant golden pillars with torches hanging from them, dark shadows lurking everywhere as if the sun never existed. The ground and the walls are built of bricks, looking like as if they will collapse within seconds of their approach.

However, the one thing that frightens the most is a huge painting, hung just across the front doors. The subject was of a man. or so she thought, in a dark green cloak with his hood on so the pale face was out of sight. The background consists of only blackness and it blurs the outlines of the man so it made him look like he's fading into darkness.

This painting gives her the creeps.

' Chooooosssse meeee...'

'What was that?' Lily spun around and found herself starring into nothing, not the best thing to happen. If she thought she was freaked before, she's now right down scared. Due to popular belief, hearing voices is not a good thing, even if you're not a parseltongue. not that Lily knows what that is anyway.

"HEY!" Lily jumped and looked into the face of Lucius, " Dobby's ready to take you to your room." He said, revealing a tiny creature behind him.

The pale brownish creature has two big ears with enormous blue eyes and a very long nose. It's clothes consisted of a tea towel and nothing else, quite peculiar in the eyes of a muggle girl.

"I is called Dobby, miss. Dobby is a house elf, miss. I is to lead miss to her bedroom." The house elf that called himself Dobby gestured Lily to follow him and off they went in search of Lily's to-be 'bedroom', the incident of the voice not forgotten, but stored in the back of her head.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

'Second understatement of the century,' thought Lily Evans, ' calling this a 'room'.'. Clearly, instead of the cuddly pink fuzzy bedroom the petite red haired girl had expected, the 'room' turned out to be an enormous chamber, and I mean BIG. The walls are painted emerald green with black trimmings; the king-sized bed is in the colour of the night sky decorated with gold sparkling stars. More incredibly is that her luggage is here already! It's like magic!

Impressed with the set up, Lily walked around, her eyes drinking hungrily in at the sight. Turning around once more to ask Dobby if the Malfoy family has always been that generous with guests, she abruptly stopped when she found out that she was looking at someone else.

The little thing is definitely a house elf, for it has two enormous eyes and a long nose while wearing the similar tea towel. The only difference, however, is that this one has small granny glasses and deep chocolate brown eyes instead of blue. Also, it's a female. or so she thought. If house elves have genders that is.

"I is called Tilly, miss," the house elf answered the unasked question. "I is here to recite the rules for miss." After that statement, Lily realized that Tilly was holding a scroll. a pretty long one at that.

" Number one: never.." And Lily drift off lying on her king-sized bed.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Lily was awoken to the shaking caused by Tilly. Apparently, the little house elf's attempts aren't futile. "Tilly has finished, miss. All three hundred and eighty of them!" Tilly seems to be very proud of herself for completing such a task.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and Lily got up and straightened her hair just in time to see a boy around the age of sixteen or seventeen enter.

"Good evening, miss Evans. I am here to escort you to the Dinning Hall, as it is time for supper. I will be awaiting outside while you prepare."

Tilly, Lily noted, was starring intently at the young man, it almost seemed that she is. suspicious.

"But what will I wear?" Lily wondered to herself out loud as the door was closed.

"In here! In here!" Tilly exclaimed, holding the dresser open. To Lily's astonishment, not only were her clothes here (which is not a lot because of Petunia), there are also piles and piles of dress robes and even muggle wear!

Over the next half hour, Tilly helped Lily do her hair in to two braids tied together and picked out a dress robe that's black and emerald green, the colour of her room. It appears that most of the dress robes provided are all in dark colours. Nothing seems more cheery.

' That boy. he has blood red eyes. It's kind of scary. but I guess I'm not suppose to judge a person by appearance.' Casually walking out of her chamber, Lily apologized for the young man's wait.

"No problem." Was the simple answer with a smile? Lily noticed too that the boy was starring at Tilly with suspicion. How peculiar.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

" So, um. may I ask for your name please?" Lily asked timidly, trailing behind the unknown boy. On closer inspection, Lily found that he had dark neat hair, quite a handsome face, wearing a red vest that complimented his eyes with a loose white shirt and trousers. Underneath the dimmed light of the castle, it sort of gave him a dark green aura.

"I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Tom Riddle, a current resident such as yourself."

"Oh." That was lame. The awkward silence is killing her, making her uncomfortable, but she doesn't know what to say to a stranger.

"So tell me, miss Evans."

"You can call me Lily,"

"Alright. So Lily, what brings you here to this mansion?" Sensing her discomfort, Tom started a nice conversation. Lily is starting to like this guy; he's sharp, for one thing.

"Um." She has no idea what to say, after all, her parents gave no further detail on the reason she is here. "Well, my parents and Lucius's parents are business partners and they were good friends too so they thought they'd send me here to get to know Lucius." Good job, Lily. That was a lame yet valid and believable lie.

"You don't have to lie, you didn't really need to tell me if you don't want to tell." Tom said with a warm smile.

That was a big stab of guilt right through the heart. Ouch.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to, I didn't know what to say," Lily replied. "So what about you? Why are you here in Lucius' residence?"

"You'll know soon enough."

"Oh."

"Well, I hope Severus and Lucius won't be mad, it's been one hour already. They're probably starving." Yes, a nice change of topics.

"Oh don't worry about that, I'll make sure they won't." Isn't that a bit forceful? Everyone's allowed to have his or her opinions and express it? The situation's a bit like hers with Petunia.

"You must be their guardian or a close relation in order to have that kind of power over them." Judging by the shocked face of Tom, Lily supposes that her statement was a big pang in the heart.

'She's really sharp, I'll have to be careful.' Riddle thought as Lily apologized for her rudeness. ' Heh, of course she is.. But that's a reassurance; it's a good thing that she's living up to the rumours.'

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

In the dark corners of the corridors inside the mansion, a little house elf by the name of Tilly crept along until she found the room she's looking for on the top stairs, third door. Inside the room glowed the light of a fire merrily burning in the fireplace across the doors. A large Prussian carpet spread around the floors and cobwebs conquered the corners of the ceiling as well as certain parts of the walls. Apparently this room is for nothing at all; there are so many rooms in this mansion that such a place is common.

Taking out a miniature watch, she muttered a ' he's late' and transformed. Slowly, the shadows of the house elf became a woman's. The woman is wearing a maroon gown with white laces. Her long blonde hair was tied into a tight bun behind her head and she has the features of a middle- aged person.

"MAMA!!" cried a voice from the fireplace.

The addressed woman sat down by the fireplace and inquired, " James, where's your father?" Suddenly, the messy haired boy was playfully pushed out of sight and was replaced by a middle-aged man with the same messy dark hair with glasses.

"It's nice to see you again," said the man, the apparent father of James.

"Yes well, it's nice to see you too."

"Ok, down to business. How's the girl?" Mr. Potter inquired.

"Give me a break, she just got here today! But I can tell you that she definitely has a heart of ice. Completely distant, sharp yet polite within the fifteen minutes of conversation."

"In other words, a hard cookie to break."

"Exactly, but you should know that."

"Yea, I know. But our Jamsie Wamsie will be in the same year as she so there'll be no problem! He can simply charm her with our 'Potter' charms!" The man gave a hearty laugh.

"Yea right. as long as he doesn't scare her away with you and your 'Potter' boldness heritage too."

"Oh, and also, she has gotten acquainted with a boy named Tom Riddle, do you per change know who he is?"

"Never heard of him,"

"hmmm."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

In a dark corner of the room just out of range from the couple's view, a cloaked figure stood, watching the events with the Potters unfold.

' heh. so now the Potters are involved.. Excellent.'

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"It is one, ONE FRICKIN' HOUR ALREADY! WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY?"

Hitting the table with his fist, the blonde boy by the name of Lucius screamed at no one in particular, but unfortunately Severus the bystander, in this case sitting across him has to bear with Lucius' loud complaints. Finally, he had enough.

"Such disgraceful act from the son of the Malfoy's family. You ARE a shame to your ancestors. Tsk, such impatience. heh." Snape sneered.

Catching the insult, Lucius turned around and faced his partner, " You know, you act completely different when you're away from the girl and our Master."

" That's because I do what I was told, unlike YOU. huh, I guess an idiot will always be an idiot." Flaring up with anger, Malfoy pound the table hard and glared at his greasy haired partner.

"You picking a fight with me?"

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Talking and laughing down the dark hallways, Lily and Tom headed slowly towards the dinning room. That is, until they heard the loud crashing noises coming from the destination. Taking a worry glance at each other, they ran towards the source.

Slamming the door open, the two looked in. There in the dinning hall, two boys sat across from each other, Snape drinking tea from his cup and Malfoy grinning from ear to ear with bruises and food all over him, looking at them from his seat. All around them were the tiny house elves, busying themselves with the clean ups of the mess made.

Tom gave them a deadly glare at both preteens and suddenly they felt chills down their spines.

"Did you have a food fight?" An innocent question asked by an equally innocent girl, totally oblivious to the ready-to-kill man standing beside her.

"Ye- Yea! We did. S- sorry, if it got messy," Was the reply and the stuttering didn't help with the convincing at all. Laughing, Lily sat down beside Snape whereas Tom sat beside Malfoy.

"Nice save, but don't let me catch you boys doing that again, otherwise, you'll never forget it." The Dark Lord-to-be whispered under his breath and the blonde nodded.

Now seated comfortably with all the mess cleaned up, the house elves brings in the newly made meals and presented them on the table. It has been an enjoyable meals, the conversation has been on about the wizarding world which Tom himself explained with the random fill in by the other two. More Malfoy than Snape though, Lily noted.

Severus sort of scares her. He radiates a kind of aura that suggests coldness in his heart and it seems that he is putting on an act just for the sake of Tom.

"What's do you think is the greatest suffering in the world, Tom?" The sudden abrupt question caught Tom off guard, though the reason is unbeknownst to Lily, Tom smirked. What's the meaning behind that strange gesture?

"The lost of loved ones," Tom claimed, "When you loved someone that you hold dearest to your heart and is suddenly abruptly ripped away from your life and you had to watch it happen, the greatest suffering is caused. It is the worst feeling in the world, might I add,"

Lily nodded, feeling satisfied with the answer, yet a shred of her instinct is tugging at the back of her mind, telling her right off the boat that something with this picture is wrong. Lily ignored it. Tom is just answering her question, nothing wrong with that, she thought.

That answer was most certainly surprising, however, yet interesting nevertheless. Another topic to write about in her small red diary tonight.

*~*~*~*~*~*

After supper, everyone has gone back to their respective chamber. Walking down the corridor, towards his own chamber, Tom suddenly stopped by a dark corner.

'The house elf you are concerned about is the Potter woman,' an evil grin slowly crept onto the pale face of Tom Riddle after hearing the voice in his head. He knew that house elf is different. Extremely suspicious, she was. Normal house elves don't stare at people without desperately asking what they want. That Potter woman has bad acting skills.

' About time. Go along with the plan, I'm sure you want to inflict as much on both of them as possible as I do.' The voice chuckled and disappeared, leaving the heir of Slytherin to ponder their next move. It truly a twist of fate, never once would Tom ever imagine himself talking to his future self. Well, he is serving as the past Tom at the moment. In truth, he's not even real, just a memory from a certain black velvet diary.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

It has been two weeks since Lily arrived in the Malfoy Mansion. Nothing particularly happened, really. She and Tilly has became really good friends, and realized that she is really taken by Lucius.

That's another thing. Lately, she discovered exactly how much taken she has by the blonde boy. She noticed how he would charm her, how he would pout, how he got all angry about simple things that's not done right for her, etc. How adorable!

Anyway, back on topic. Of course, being Tilly's friend, it's hard not to notice her weekly visits to the top floor, third door. She has often wondered where she went, but it seems that Tilly didn't want anyone to find out, so she kept it to herself.

Curiosity got the best of her though, and tonight is the night that she decides that she will follow. As impolite as the whole plan is, Lily can't stand mysteries and secrets. A trait that she thought she might pass on to her child if she's ever going to have one.

However, because of this personality trait, she is falling right in our favourite Dark Lord's plan. Right on time too.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Following the minute creature, Lily silently crept into the room without being noticed. Standing by a dark corner, Lily watched in astonishment and amazement as her friend turned into an aged woman, who is now speaking to another man through fire! That's impossible!

"It's been a long week. How have you been?" Lily heard the man speak.

"Just fine, darling." The supposed 'Tilly' replied.

"So how's the girl? Anything worth telling?"

"Well..." The woman then went on about Lily's daily behaviour.

'So she's just pretending to be my friend.' Lily thought, ' to learn more about me and gather information.' While these thoughts are running through her head, another boy appeared in the fire. He has dark unruly hair that stood up in all angles, glasses and a fair face with warm chocolate brown eyes. He looked about eleven, the same age as she.

However, this is not the time to ponder about the boy in Lily's opinion. Stepping out from the shadows and walking into the light, ready to confront them, they gasped in shock as they saw her and her apparent upset expression.

Before all of them knew what happened though, green lights and the scream of 'Tilly' filled the room, and before realization hit the petite red head, Tilly dropped to the ground, dead.

"MAMA!!!" Screamed the boy terror apparent in his expression, and another flash of green light filled the room. This time, however, it was the man who was sent to oblivion on the ground of the other side of the fire.

Paralysed in shock and horror, Lily stared in dismay at the now hysterical boy, tears streaming down both their faces. It's as if time stopped, both stared at each other with disbelief before,

"YOU! YOU-" He didn't get to finish his sentence as the powder of some sorts burned out, leaving Lily still starring at the now lively flame. Suddenly, from behind her, a new flash of blue filled the room and she knew no more.

Somewhere in the shadow by the wall, a cold voice inwardly chuckled.

' Step three complete.'

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Up in one of the rooms on the third floor, Tom gathered both Snape and Malfoy to discuss about the previous incident after Lily was settled in her own chamber doing whatever, probably in deep slumber, but you never know with someone who possessed a 'Heart of Ice'.

The tall pale young man stood, filling the smaller boys on the events of earlier that night.

"Her memories have been modified," said Tom, " She will not remember anything about this murder and she will think that she has stayed here for many years. I've filled her in on most of the things about the wizarding world earlier in dinner tonight, so it'll make sense to her. Also, she'll also know that she's a muggle-born."

"You," The mere memory of Voldemort pointed at Malfoy, " you will charm her as much as you can. I don't care how you do it, but you have to make her fall madly in love with you, otherwise my plan won't work." The boy in question nodded uncomfortably. Making a muggle fall madly in love with him? Ridiculous! Nevertheless, it's master's orders so he'll have to comply. Damn.

"It won't be too hard, however, I'm glad to say. It appears that she's already a bit of infatuated with you, so it'll make your task easier." Joy to the world, Lucius thought.

"Pity. Now the Malfoy's heir really sank rock bottom. Heh." The said preteen glared at the greasy-haired boy. However, before another crazy fight can break out, Tom shot both of them a warning look, which successfully stopped their argument.

"What about him?" Malfoy inquired, nodding towards Snape, "What's he gonna do?" Anticipating an even worse task to be assigned for the future potions master, Malfoy smirked.

"Nothing." Lucius almost dropped to the ground.

"He will continue to exist in her world as nothingness," Tom explained patiently, "However, if she is to react any differently, then you shall be a mere acquaintance."

"But-"

"Are you questioning me, Lucius?"

"No master," Malfoy bowed his head in defeat.

"One more thing I want you to do, Snape," The pale young man turned his attention to the other boy, "I want you to go into the flower's room after she's asleep to get her diary."

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

James bowed his head and dragged his feet to walk up the steps of a muggle orphanage, hatred burning furiously inside him with every step he took. 'I will get back at her for what she's done,' he thought. 'I'll make her life hell.'

The woman who answered the gates was a plump old lady, she greeted him and the ministry officials (Who are pretending to be please-men that rescued him from a terrible car crash) who accompanied him, but he was too preoccupied with his thoughts until someone tapped him on the shoulders.

"Hullo," Said the boy who stopped his thoughts, "I'm Sirius Black. I'm suppose to show you around, but it appears that you're a bit preoccupied."

James looked up and studied the boy. He had dark and almost black hair that's growing just a bit below his ears, a pair of piercing blue eyes and a lopsided smile. Maybe he will be willing to help him to plot revenge after he told him what happened, he look smart enough. But then again, he might be a muggle. besides, you never know how smart a muggle boy can get, not to insult anyone that is.

"So what's your name?" Sirius said, grabbing James' luggage and signalled him to follow as he enter the great concrete building.

"James Potter," he shrugged, not worrying about names at the moment.

Hearing the name, however, Sirius dropped the entire luggage he was carrying and looked at James in shock and disbelief.

"James Potter?! Your father works in the Ministry of Magic, right? The one who's done the wizarding world so much good?" Mistaking the disbelieving look on James' face for confusion Sirius sighed. "Never mind, I've mistaken you for someone else." Waving his hand and then picking up the smaller boy's baggage, Sirius muttered, "You're just a muggle,"

The unruly haired boy stared at Sirius and blinked, "How did you know my dad?"

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"So how did you end up here anyway? I heard that Mr. Potter is a very good man, he wouldn't send you here." Sirius asked casually (finally getting a hold of his shock,) after sitting down on his bed, which is right beside James' who did the same thing (the other kids are in the dinning room eating). Of course, he wouldn't know of the Potters' death, as he hasn't received his Daily Prophet just yet.

"Was," James said sorrowfully.

"What happened?"

"Killed."

"Oh," For once in his life, Sirius was speechless, but James decided to tell him the tale anyway, anger flaring and hatred engulfing him once again. Somewhere in between the tragic story, James broke down and cried, sobbing dangerously. Sirius, sensing need from the other boy got up and walked over and hugged him. James was very grateful for the act. He has made his first friend.

That night, James lie awake in his new unfamiliar bed, listening to his friend snoring. The painful memory is still nagging his mind, refusing to leave. The thoughts then were lead to a certain red head. She had a would-be pretty face if she wasn't so pale, and she had long wavy dark red hair that complimented her emerald green eyes that's so full of emotions. She'll be easy to spot, James thought, if she really is eleven as her looks told.

Because she's a witch.



And Wizards and witches go to Hogwarts.



Revenge will be sweet, James thought, before he fell into a deep slumber.







Tbc.

A/N: I hoped you like this chapter, because it was very hard to write some of the parts. I've got this whole story figured out and there will be nine parts to it. However, like I mentioned way above, the plotline may change due to the release of the fifth book (whenever that is).

Anyway, please review!

Comments will be gladly accepted,

Suggestions will be gratefully appreciated,

And flames will be joyfully honoured.

^_^"