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Another masked man appeared in the corridor. He took in the stench of smoke and the powdery ash that floated in the air. Some parts of the drapes and carpets were gently smoldering; the ghost of a vapor. "What happened in here?"

The masked woman grinned. "We got one."

"Who?"

"Another Mudblood. And not just any filthy mudblood, mind, but the lucky little vanishing bitch." The woman laughed cruelly. "Her luck ran out today. We caught her running up the stairs, chasing after a blood traitor brat. The bitch went down face-first; there's no way of knowing if it was Avery's hex or those pathetic shoes. Thankfully, none of that hair caught fire; it could be sold to a wigmaker for quite a few galleons, I'd wager."

The man glared at the woman for her cold-blooded nature. She was a model insane asylum inhabitant. "Where is she?"

"The blood traitor brat?" The woman snorted. "Rounded up with the rest of 'em in the garden. They breed like filthy parasites …"

"The mudblood. Where's the mudblood?"

The woman rolled her eyes. "Where do you think? Avery took her with him to a bedroom; couldn't wait to get his hands on her, greedy sod …. Hey! You'll have to wait! Mulciber is next!" The woman shouted as the masked man rudely brushed past her. "Bloody pigs, the lot of them…"

The man briskly walked through the narrow corridor; not caring if he knocked down shelves of plates, porcelain dolls, or glass figurines. Mulciber was standing in front of a closed door with his mask removed. A sinister grin replaced it. Once seeing the man, Mulciber smirked. "Should have gotten here sooner, my friend. We got a pretty one in there."

"Out of my way."

Mulciber ignored him. "A runaway mudblood bride. You should have seen her; dressed like a dirty tart from Knockturn Alley."

"Move."

Mulciber stopped talking and scrunched his thick brows into a scowl. "No, no. Now see here, Avery brought her down, it's only fair he goes first. I'm next." He lowered his voice, "Rosier called dibs after, but since you got that … preference … for red haired girls, I'll let you go after me. Now, I think that's fair …. Fucking hell!" The man roughly shoved his friend aside and whipped the door open.

"What the bloody fuck do you want?!" Avery yelled. He was hunched over an unmoving body, black robes behind him, cock out. The girl underneath him had an ankle tied to the bedpost, Avery held the other up.

"Get off her." The man bristled at the sight of him.

Avery glowered and covered his cock with a nearby sham. "Wait your bloody turn mate. It doesn't hurt to knock either." He flipped off the man.

"Get off her." The man raised his wand, prepared to kill.

Avery's eyes widened. "Oi! Put your wand down! Calm down!" He quickly got off the bed and crammed his cock back into his pants. He threw the sham at the man. "If you want her so badly, fucking take her." Avery sneered as he sarcastically planted a slimy kiss on the woman.

"Don't touch her!" The man bellowed.

"Fuck off, mate!" Avery shoved the man away and stormed out of the bedroom. The man almost recoiled.

He strongly desired to abandon magic and strike Avery down with his bare hands. It took every fiber of his being to resist. He was alone with her. Even hexed out of consciousness, she still had so much control over him. Only she could turn him from a bitter young man into a monster of rage. It anguished him that her beauty only attracted filth. She was worth more than this world. They won't have much time. The man quickly untied her from the bed and carried her out of the bedroom.

The garden was utter chaos. His fellow Death Eaters did a suitable job overtaking the guests. The wedding guests were in no way prepared for the assault; the Death Eaters were alerted once the fool Mr. Potter contacted the Ministry. The man, however, had thought about this day for so long. There was another target. Someone else had to be punished for doing this to her. Where was he? He approached another man in a mask. This one slightly older than he.

"Good man! What have you got there, Snape? What a pretty one …."

He gripped Lily tighter. "A mudblood." Could she hear him? He put himself back into focus. He was a highly respected and somewhat feared Death Eater. Lily must not sway him. He was not weak. "Where's Potter? That sickening cunt owes me a massive blood debt."

"I'm right fucking here!" James emerged seemingly out of nowhere. "You, slimy cunt! Couldn't keep your greasy hands off her, could you?" The man dropped Lily and whipped his wand out to disarm James. That didn't stop him. "I fucking saw you. Lurking around like a nasty predator, waiting to attack. Had to round up your Death Eater Slytherin mates, did you? You sick fuck … killing and raping …" The Death Eaters surrounded James and forced his arms behind him. He struggled and kicked, but no amount of fight could prepare him for the curse.

The young Death Eater didn't blink as he tortured James. The only emotion stronger than his love for Lily, was his hatred of James Potter. Listening to his screams was only part of redemption. He flicked his wand, briefly ending the pain. "You don't deserve her!" He resumed the torture, worse than the first round. "HOW DARE YOU EVEN SPEAK OF HER!" Before he knew it, a flash of green struck out along with an uncontrollable surge of murderous fury. James crumpled dead before him.

The remaining wedding guests shrieked. Mrs. Potter, the loudest of all. She grabbed her husband and wailed onto his shoulder. The Death Eaters raised their wands; threatening more killings if anyone else thought to be reckless enough to fight. The lone Death Eater looked down at the body of his nemesis. He felt a mix of sadistic triumph and shock. Did he just kill James Potter? The subdued and disarmed wedding guests were horrified; they screamed out threats, some catatonic, others were struggling against their magical bonds holding them down. His fellow Death Eaters paid no attention to him; they were desensitized to the rush of torture and killing.

Reality snapped him back. He had only jut now realized he dropped the girl. She was still laying there, unconscious, but it was unwise of him to do so. What if Avery, Mulciber, or any other Death Eater snatched her? He couldn't watch over her while simultaneously fighting a battle. She had to be somewhere safe. Somewhere no one else could find her. He picked her up and carried her over his shoulder. She didn't stir. The guests, watching the killer of James Potter kidnap the bride caused more panic.

"That's Lily! They got Lily!"

"You put her down, you animal! You bloody brute!"

"Lily? Lily! Oh, God! He killed Lily!"

"Lily? Can you hear me? Lily? Lily!"

"You fucking monster! Put her down! She's dead! Leave her be, dammit!"

No, she was not dead. Her body was limp and pale, but her heart was still beating. Her mind would be in a rather interesting state. She was in a mental world of her own; dreaming or possibly a nightmare. She would have no recollection of anything once the hex was lifted and she awoke. The young Death Eater knew there would be a small possibility she could be hearing, deep in the dark folds of her mind. He could sense how vulnerable her mind was ….

He could hear her. He could hear her voice as if she were speaking next to him. Why was she so distraught? "Is this it then? Am I truly dead?" He could hear her cracked whispers. The tremble in her voice caused something to stir inside him.

"No, Lily. You're going to be safe."

"Who are you? What have you done with me?" Why didn't she recognize his voice? Didn't she hear him? The masked man quickly walked across the green field. He and his comrade Death Eaters placed a jinx on the Potter Estate; not a witch or wizard could apparate in or out.

"Lily, don't you remember me? Lily?"

"Am I dead? Where am I?"

"Lily, no. You're not dead. Please hold on for me."

Lily's voice faded away, but it was for the best. Lily would be distressed enough when she woke up; the safest place was not the friendliest, but she would kept under his watch and safe from the perverted torture and slaughter. After years of not speaking or acknowledging each other's existence, would she still loathe him? If she forgave him, would it be possible for them to resume their old close friendship? What if she didn't forgive him? It was impossible to know what the future had in store regarding he and Lily. But for now, the only thing that mattered was getting her out and away from Potter Manor.

The young man vanished without a trace.