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Chapter Seven
*What is that noise?* Lily thought. *It sounds like the roof is leaking. How could it be leaking at Hogwarts? Nothing like that has ever happened here before. Oh, my head. It feels like a million house elves are pounding pots together. Or maybe some gnomes are chewing my brains. Yeah, that's it. Gnomes are chewing my brains. I'll have to go see Madam Pomfrey before I go to class. Why am I so cold?* Lily's eyes popped open. The previous events raced through her mind. Voldemort. He had been in Hogsmeade with her. *So, where am I now? It's so dark!* Lily waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She could make out a thick wooden door and a fireplace against one wall. The room was more dark and dank than the potion's dungeon. There was a leak coming from somewhere above her head. But none of that, however, told her where she was. Or how long she would be there. There was a pitcher and a loaf of bread on a tray on the floor near the fireplace. There was wood in the fireplace too! She walked over to it. She picked up two sticks. *This would be a lot easier with my wand. Thank goodness I was in Girl Scouts!* (A/N Are there Girl Scouts in England? I think so…) She pulled a stray string at the hem of her robes and wrapped it around the smaller of the two sticks. After about twenty minutes, she had a bit of a fire going. In no time, there was a roaring fire in the fireplace flooding the room with warmth. *Mrs. Clocker would be so proud that I remembered how to do that!*
"Well, I see that you have made yourself at home, Lily darling." Lily turned to see where the voice was coming from. Behind her, in a large green leather armchair, sat Voldemort. "I'm sorry to make you feel so uncomfortable, but this is the only room in my home that doesn't have an outside window. If you would like, I could conjure a few items that would make you feel more comfortable. I wanted to wait until you were awake so that I could let you choose what you wanted in here. I would like you to be happy here, Lily, as you will be here for a very long time."
"Fat chance of that, my friends will save me," Lily stuck her chin out in defiance. "I'll only be staying here for a short time." Lily spun on her heel, crossed her arms and faced the fire.
Voldemort laughed. "Oh, Lily, what a wonderful wife you are going to make me! Our children will be the most powerful in the world!"
Lily spun around, her eyes wide in astonishment, "Children?! You must be crazier than I thought! I'll never have children with you, and I'll never be your wife!"
"Oh, you will my love, you will. But first, I have to make you more comfortable. Obliviate!!" Voldemort drew his wand, and cast his spell.
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Twenty minutes later, Ana was pacing nervously in front of the Gryffindor common room fire. Remus and Peter climbed through the portrait hole. "Did you find anything?" Ana asked.
"No, what about you?" Peter said.
"Nothing." Ana hung her head, which popped back up as the common room portrait hole opened again. James and Sirius were back. They had a grim look on their faces. "What is it? Did you find her?"
"No. We found this," James held up Lily's hanky. "It was just outside of the Hogsmeade passageway. There's no other sign of her."
Ana began to cry. "What do we do now?"
"I think that's obvious. We need to go to Dumbledore." Remus said. "He'll know what to do."
"You're right on one, Mr. Lupin. You needed to come to me straight away. However, I do not know what to do." Remus, James, Sirius, Peter, and Ana turned to see Dumbledore standing in the portrait hole. "I do not know what to do but wait."
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She awoke in a large canopied bed in a large warm room. She sat up and looked around her. *Where am I? Why am I so weak?* She glanced around the room. It was decorated in blue. At the foot of the canopied bed was a dark blue settee with a green robe draped over it. Across the room, in a large blue armchair, a somewhat familiar man lay asleep. He looked as if he had not slept in many days. There were dark circles under his eyes, and the color of his skin was milk white. "Excuse me," she said timidly. *Why does my voice hurt so?* The man jumped to life.
"Violet, my darling! You're awake! Oh, thank goodness!" The man rushed to her bedside. "I was so afraid! The doctors said that you might not make it after the accident! I'm so relieved!"
*Violet? My name's Violet? That doesn't sound quite right. If I'm Violet, then who is he?* "I'm sorry sir, but do I know you?" Violet stared at the man. *He looks so familiar, and yet, not right.
The man took a step backwards, eyes wide with shock. "You don't remember? Anything? I'm your fiancé! Do you mean that you can't remember the accident?"
"No, I don't remember you, or any accident. I'm sorry," Violet began to cry. "Could you please tell me, sir, who you are, and how I came to be here?"
"Oh, god, Violet, the doctors said that you probably wouldn't remember much of the accident, but I never expected this. My name's Tom. You were in a horrible automobile accident with your parents. It was so bad that they were killed. I'm sorry to tell you this, but you need to know. I don't see the point of drawing it out. You have been unconscious here for about three weeks. We really didn't know if you were going to make it or not. It was really touch and go there for a while. Oh, Violet, I'm so glad that you're alright!" Tom reached out to hug her, but she recoiled.
"I'm sorry Tom, this is all so new to me. I just don't know what to think of it all. I'm so tired. And my parents! Dead? I just don't know! I'm tired now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep." Violet rolled on her side, away from Tom, and closed her eyes.
"That's alright, love, I understand. I'm going to call the doctor, though, so he can come and look you over. Maybe you'll remember something when you wake up?" Tom looked at her with concern.
"Mmmm." Violet curled up into a ball. She stamped her eyes tight. *What is going on here???*
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"Professor, why does Voldemort want Lily?" hours after Lily's disappearance, the five friends were sitting in Dumbledore's office waiting for word.
"Well, James, I still cannot tell you that…" Dumbledore began.
"That's bullshit, professor, and you know it." James balled his fists up "You can tell us, and you need to tell us. Maybe we would have some insight as to why she was abducted. Maybe that would tell us if she's even alive!"
"Alright, Mr. Potter, if you sit down, and calm down, I will tell you," Dumbledore's eyes flashed angrily. He understood the youth's anger, he was feeling it himself. That did not change the fact that he was unaccustomed to being cursed at. "I guess I can begin by telling about Lily's lineage. This is not to leave this room, however, she must never know of this. Is that understood?" The five friends nodded their assent. Dumbledore continued on.
"Lily is not the first muggle in her family to become a witch or wizard. In fact, there is one born every ten generations. The exact age of her wizarding family is truly unknown. But we do know (those of us who remain in the circle of wizards who know of such families, and yes there are more out there), that a witch did the beginning of the end of wizards in her line about 1000 years ago. You have probably heard of her. Her name was Morgana.
"Morgana had great power. When she was a youth, she married, and bore children. She feared that her children would be as wronged as she was herself, always in the shadow of her younger brother Merlin. She was always viewed as the evil one, even when she was young, and was not quite evil yet. She could not dissolve all of her power and deny her children their birthrights, but she could make sure that the power was so spaced apart that there was no chance of overshadowing. So it is that every tenth generation, a wizard is born in Lily's family.
"Lily is the first female to be born in that lineage since Morgana herself. We believe that Lily's children will be wizards also. We also believe that these wizards will be among the most powerful ever. Even more so than Voldemort or I ever could be. Voldemort believes this, and we think that this is why he has taken Lily. To bear him children that will help him take over the world and prepare a genocide of the muggles and so-called impure witches and wizards." Dumbledore waited for this to set in before he dealt the really big blow. "One more thing. We do not know this for certain, but, it seems that in some other families, the mother must be killed while the child is still an infant for this child to grow up to be as powerful as foretold. Only such great tragedies can allow for the power to be channeled enough to seep through."
"Oh, god. Lily." Ana had her face buried in her hands. James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter just sat stone faced with shock
"So, what are we going to do?" James's anger had returned full force. "We can't just sit here and do nothing! There has to be some way to find her!"
"There is one way. To find Lily, we must first find Voldemort." Dumbledore looked at James. He had a questioning look on his face. "Are you prepared to go that far?"
A/N Well, what do you think so far? Let me know!!
Chapter Seven
*What is that noise?* Lily thought. *It sounds like the roof is leaking. How could it be leaking at Hogwarts? Nothing like that has ever happened here before. Oh, my head. It feels like a million house elves are pounding pots together. Or maybe some gnomes are chewing my brains. Yeah, that's it. Gnomes are chewing my brains. I'll have to go see Madam Pomfrey before I go to class. Why am I so cold?* Lily's eyes popped open. The previous events raced through her mind. Voldemort. He had been in Hogsmeade with her. *So, where am I now? It's so dark!* Lily waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness. She could make out a thick wooden door and a fireplace against one wall. The room was more dark and dank than the potion's dungeon. There was a leak coming from somewhere above her head. But none of that, however, told her where she was. Or how long she would be there. There was a pitcher and a loaf of bread on a tray on the floor near the fireplace. There was wood in the fireplace too! She walked over to it. She picked up two sticks. *This would be a lot easier with my wand. Thank goodness I was in Girl Scouts!* (A/N Are there Girl Scouts in England? I think so…) She pulled a stray string at the hem of her robes and wrapped it around the smaller of the two sticks. After about twenty minutes, she had a bit of a fire going. In no time, there was a roaring fire in the fireplace flooding the room with warmth. *Mrs. Clocker would be so proud that I remembered how to do that!*
"Well, I see that you have made yourself at home, Lily darling." Lily turned to see where the voice was coming from. Behind her, in a large green leather armchair, sat Voldemort. "I'm sorry to make you feel so uncomfortable, but this is the only room in my home that doesn't have an outside window. If you would like, I could conjure a few items that would make you feel more comfortable. I wanted to wait until you were awake so that I could let you choose what you wanted in here. I would like you to be happy here, Lily, as you will be here for a very long time."
"Fat chance of that, my friends will save me," Lily stuck her chin out in defiance. "I'll only be staying here for a short time." Lily spun on her heel, crossed her arms and faced the fire.
Voldemort laughed. "Oh, Lily, what a wonderful wife you are going to make me! Our children will be the most powerful in the world!"
Lily spun around, her eyes wide in astonishment, "Children?! You must be crazier than I thought! I'll never have children with you, and I'll never be your wife!"
"Oh, you will my love, you will. But first, I have to make you more comfortable. Obliviate!!" Voldemort drew his wand, and cast his spell.
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Twenty minutes later, Ana was pacing nervously in front of the Gryffindor common room fire. Remus and Peter climbed through the portrait hole. "Did you find anything?" Ana asked.
"No, what about you?" Peter said.
"Nothing." Ana hung her head, which popped back up as the common room portrait hole opened again. James and Sirius were back. They had a grim look on their faces. "What is it? Did you find her?"
"No. We found this," James held up Lily's hanky. "It was just outside of the Hogsmeade passageway. There's no other sign of her."
Ana began to cry. "What do we do now?"
"I think that's obvious. We need to go to Dumbledore." Remus said. "He'll know what to do."
"You're right on one, Mr. Lupin. You needed to come to me straight away. However, I do not know what to do." Remus, James, Sirius, Peter, and Ana turned to see Dumbledore standing in the portrait hole. "I do not know what to do but wait."
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She awoke in a large canopied bed in a large warm room. She sat up and looked around her. *Where am I? Why am I so weak?* She glanced around the room. It was decorated in blue. At the foot of the canopied bed was a dark blue settee with a green robe draped over it. Across the room, in a large blue armchair, a somewhat familiar man lay asleep. He looked as if he had not slept in many days. There were dark circles under his eyes, and the color of his skin was milk white. "Excuse me," she said timidly. *Why does my voice hurt so?* The man jumped to life.
"Violet, my darling! You're awake! Oh, thank goodness!" The man rushed to her bedside. "I was so afraid! The doctors said that you might not make it after the accident! I'm so relieved!"
*Violet? My name's Violet? That doesn't sound quite right. If I'm Violet, then who is he?* "I'm sorry sir, but do I know you?" Violet stared at the man. *He looks so familiar, and yet, not right.
The man took a step backwards, eyes wide with shock. "You don't remember? Anything? I'm your fiancé! Do you mean that you can't remember the accident?"
"No, I don't remember you, or any accident. I'm sorry," Violet began to cry. "Could you please tell me, sir, who you are, and how I came to be here?"
"Oh, god, Violet, the doctors said that you probably wouldn't remember much of the accident, but I never expected this. My name's Tom. You were in a horrible automobile accident with your parents. It was so bad that they were killed. I'm sorry to tell you this, but you need to know. I don't see the point of drawing it out. You have been unconscious here for about three weeks. We really didn't know if you were going to make it or not. It was really touch and go there for a while. Oh, Violet, I'm so glad that you're alright!" Tom reached out to hug her, but she recoiled.
"I'm sorry Tom, this is all so new to me. I just don't know what to think of it all. I'm so tired. And my parents! Dead? I just don't know! I'm tired now, if you don't mind, I'd like to get some sleep." Violet rolled on her side, away from Tom, and closed her eyes.
"That's alright, love, I understand. I'm going to call the doctor, though, so he can come and look you over. Maybe you'll remember something when you wake up?" Tom looked at her with concern.
"Mmmm." Violet curled up into a ball. She stamped her eyes tight. *What is going on here???*
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"Professor, why does Voldemort want Lily?" hours after Lily's disappearance, the five friends were sitting in Dumbledore's office waiting for word.
"Well, James, I still cannot tell you that…" Dumbledore began.
"That's bullshit, professor, and you know it." James balled his fists up "You can tell us, and you need to tell us. Maybe we would have some insight as to why she was abducted. Maybe that would tell us if she's even alive!"
"Alright, Mr. Potter, if you sit down, and calm down, I will tell you," Dumbledore's eyes flashed angrily. He understood the youth's anger, he was feeling it himself. That did not change the fact that he was unaccustomed to being cursed at. "I guess I can begin by telling about Lily's lineage. This is not to leave this room, however, she must never know of this. Is that understood?" The five friends nodded their assent. Dumbledore continued on.
"Lily is not the first muggle in her family to become a witch or wizard. In fact, there is one born every ten generations. The exact age of her wizarding family is truly unknown. But we do know (those of us who remain in the circle of wizards who know of such families, and yes there are more out there), that a witch did the beginning of the end of wizards in her line about 1000 years ago. You have probably heard of her. Her name was Morgana.
"Morgana had great power. When she was a youth, she married, and bore children. She feared that her children would be as wronged as she was herself, always in the shadow of her younger brother Merlin. She was always viewed as the evil one, even when she was young, and was not quite evil yet. She could not dissolve all of her power and deny her children their birthrights, but she could make sure that the power was so spaced apart that there was no chance of overshadowing. So it is that every tenth generation, a wizard is born in Lily's family.
"Lily is the first female to be born in that lineage since Morgana herself. We believe that Lily's children will be wizards also. We also believe that these wizards will be among the most powerful ever. Even more so than Voldemort or I ever could be. Voldemort believes this, and we think that this is why he has taken Lily. To bear him children that will help him take over the world and prepare a genocide of the muggles and so-called impure witches and wizards." Dumbledore waited for this to set in before he dealt the really big blow. "One more thing. We do not know this for certain, but, it seems that in some other families, the mother must be killed while the child is still an infant for this child to grow up to be as powerful as foretold. Only such great tragedies can allow for the power to be channeled enough to seep through."
"Oh, god. Lily." Ana had her face buried in her hands. James, Sirius, Remus, and Peter just sat stone faced with shock
"So, what are we going to do?" James's anger had returned full force. "We can't just sit here and do nothing! There has to be some way to find her!"
"There is one way. To find Lily, we must first find Voldemort." Dumbledore looked at James. He had a questioning look on his face. "Are you prepared to go that far?"
A/N Well, what do you think so far? Let me know!!