Disclaimer: All settings, characters and ideas you recognize belong to the great J.K.Rowling, her various publishers and a lot of other companies. I am merely writing this as a tribute to the great JKR. The idea main plot idea of this story belongs to bugeyedmonster2 and his "miniature lily" challenge.
Although my native language is German and not English I tried to make it as legible as possible. I hope you enjoy my first fan fiction and please review.
Severus
The bright green light of the mark illuminated the deserted camping side. Albus Dumbledore had sent him to examine the area; after all he was Hogwarts resident Dark Art expert. Severus could hear mourns of those injured during he stamped after the mark had first appeared. He could see flashes of lightning from a muggle village. The Oblivators were still at work. Severus looked again up at the dark mark in the sky. The image disturbed him more than he wanted to admit. Seeing the mark flow in the sky could only mean one thing: The death eaters had returned.
Kathryn
Kathryn was staring at the canopy of her four poster bed. Only hours before her life had been perfectly normal or at least normal enough for her. Now that blasted goblet had chosen her as the fourth Tri-Wizard champion. Kathryn wondered not for the first time who had bewitched the goblet. One of Voldemort followers perhaps. Karkaroffs name immediately came to her mind. She had heard the rumors that he had once been a death eater. Ron had insisted that Snape was the culprit, but Kathryn knew better. Severus Snape was as much a Death Eater as she was.
Severus
She looked like an exact copy of Lily at their graduation day. She even had the same dress robe and the same hair do. Of course Severus did not care about such inane feminine things, but he still remembered exactly what it was like to remove said dress robe. He cursed himself. He should think about things like that, but than he also should not be sneaking after said student. When she reached the magical rose garden she turned around. "Walk with me" Professor she said. He walked over to her. Offering her his arm they entered to rose garden
Kathryn
They had taken what was most precious to him. Kathryn had no idea who that could be. One of her friends most likely. Hermione with whom she shared a dorm and library hours. Hermione who understood what it was like to be raised by muggles and not to know many of the more feminine aspects of magic. There was of course Ron. Her best friend. Their love for Quidditch and rule breaking was a strong bound. She really hoped dreams were not an indication whom she liked most, for every night since Christmas she had dreamed of black bottomless eyes.
Severus
Kathryn was gone, vanished as soon as she had touched the Triwizarding cup. The students and the rest of the audience were in an uproar. Severus could see Ministry officials who were trying to reestablished order. They had little success. Suddenly incredible pain shot trough his left forearm. The dark mark was on fire. He let out a grasp of pain. The Headmaster turned around to look at him, his eyes caring an unasked question. Severus nodded and watched oddly fascinated that Albus Dumbledore turned whiter than a sheet. They both knew it: The Dark Lord was alive once more.
Kathryn
The black of the dark mark stood in stark contrast to the white unblemished skin of his let forearm. So he was indeed a Death Eater. One of Voldermorts loyal servant. She looked at Minister Fudge. He had the most unbecoming look of disbelieve in his eyes. Surely if Dumbledore, if Snape, if she herself said that Voldemort was back he would believe them. Deep lines of sorrow were etched in Dumbledore's face as he watched the Minister. Together they would be a match for Voldemort, but if they parted ways? Voldemort would conquer the wizarding world before the fall.
Severus
His whole world was pain. Pain beyond imagination, pain past endurance and still the Dark Lord was not satisfied. Not much more and his sanity would break, soon his suffering would end. Suddenly he felt himself being lifted up. Suspended in mid air the Dark Lord looked studied him intensely. "My spy", he said, "go back to Albus Dumbledore and finish what you have started." with these words Voldemort dumped him to the ground unceremonially. While the pain washed over him he remembered dancing red hair and bright green eyes. He would survive, he would live. For Lily, for Kathryn.