Voldemort sat in a large throne cut from obsidian surrounded by torches sporting blue flames. Nagini circled around the room, occasionally lashing out after a rat or bug.
A man in a hood came running in. Voldemort leaped to his feet.
"Lucius?" his voice was deathly calm, "How many times have I asked you not to disturb me while I'm in my private chambers?" he said slowly, twirling his wand.
The eyes behind the hood darted to the wand before Lucius choked out, "Please Master, I mean no disobedience. They have come. They have arrived on the premises!"
Voldemort smiled. "Superb." He said, and let out a loud hallow laugh.
Lily pushed aside a bush and looked ahead. There was an old tree, almost 500 feet tall and at least 100 feet wide. What made it suspicious is Lily could see the sloppily done charms cracking and flickering over the spell surface when they countered each other.
"Petunia!" hissed Lily. "Petunia!"
She heard her sister coming through the bushes. She turned to show Petunia the tree.
But it wasn't her sister.
Then everything went black.
"What is it?" asked Hermione, poking the thing that seemed to be half fire, half-human, with her wand.
"I don't know." Said Harry. "But it must be something good. Look, Daddy's brought out the slave."
A boy of about five sat in a stone cage whimpering. The other children had long ago been told that this child was inferior to them. He had been in the cage for as long as they could remember.
"I'm hungry." Said the boy, ruffling his hands through his strawberry blonde hair.
"Shut up slave. You can eat when we see fit." Said Hermione, throwing a dirt clod at him. He whimpered and ran to the back of the cage again.
"Hmmhm?" moaned the thing on the floor. The four children screamed and ran from it. Daddy came in. they sneered and strode forward. As long as Daddy was here they wouldn't be hurt. Besides, he had his wand.
Voldemort smiled cruelly at the four little wizards in robes that swirled around their tiny feet. Each dressed in the House Colors of Hogwarts to their ancestor. He was smiling evilly at the woman on the floor.
Voldemort waved his wand and whispered "Imperious."
Petunia was searching frantically for her sister in the marshy woods outside. "Lily! Lily" she hissed. She kept up her guard; she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched.
She and Lily had heard screaming from here, a young boy. They had ran to the site but couldn't find it.
She was about to leave when there was a snapping twig, a swish of air, and then nothing else.
"Children," said Voldemort, "This is your new Mommy."
Immediately the five and four year olds ran to the woman with lovely auburn hair and bright green eyes which had once laughed merrily at the slightest thing, but now were hard to the world.
A/N - hee hee hee!
