Chapter 6
"My Lord, I have it all here on this piece of paper. Lily Evans, 4 Privet Drive. She lives with her sister, Petunia Shangheld and her husband, Peter."
"Good work, Lucius. I'm ready."
"Shall I go with you, Master?"
"No, Lucius. You stay here with Narcissa."
"My Lord, I think I may be of some use..."
Tom turned sharply around. "No, you just want to escape your wife. She's been throwing temper tantrums since that baby died, the whole world knows it!"
Lucius cowered under the Dark Lord's evil glare. He had been steadily gaining power for two years, and was the most feared wizard of the millenium. If only that half-wit knew how much pain he was going through. He hoped that Lily would accept him. Belive the truth. About her father and her mother. She could probably ask her sister, she would know that she was adopted. Then he wondered if Lily knew. Probably not, because that would lead to explanations, and that would lead to trouble. No, she wouldn't know.
"My Lord?"
"What?"
"It's time."
Tom turned away and let bumbling Lucius fasten the cloak around his neck. He nodded at the poor idiot, then disappeared.
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Petunia set the casserolle down on the table. "There," she murmered. Calling to the rest of the house, "Dinner's ready!"
Peter came down the stairs, whistling to himself. Petunia's sister, Lily, now 20, came into the room with a letter in her hand, looking troubled.
"What've you got there, sis?" Petunia and Lily had had a rather rocky relationship lately, as Petunia didn't believe in magic and Lily had graduated a couple of years ago from a wizarding school. Lily looked at her hands, suddenly realizing that she was still holding the letter.
"Oh! Nothing."
Petunia sighed but let it lay at that. Lily's letter was not nothing and she knew it.
Lily looked at the letter again, as if she could make it say differently, but she knew very well that it would say the same thing. It read:
Dear Lily,
I know you probably hate me but I don't care. I've loved you since the day I saw you, and I had to tell you how I feel. Please at least consider me. I know you're probably thinking, "Him??? But he's a Gryffindor! Yuck!" but please don't. Don't let old traditions rule your thought. You are to independant for that, Lily dear. You always were. And even now, we are out of school. You are no longer a Slytherin, as I am no longer a Gryffindor. So couldn't it be possible? Maybe? You are most likely revolted, and I am sorry, because I wish there was something I could do or say to make you love me back. Is there? If there is, please let me know.
Ever-loving,
James Potter
She was completely and utterly shocked. JAMES? Love HER? It didn't seem possible. It was not possible. But he was a GRIFFINDOR! Then she smiled, realizing that he had read her mind. She re-read that part:
I know you're probably thinking, "Him??? But he's a Gryffindor! Yuck!" but please don't. Don't let old traditions rule your thought. You are to independant for that, Lily dear.
She smiled again. No one had ever called her independant before. No one. It was nice, knowing that she had an admirer. But how did she feel about him? She didn't know. She just didn't know.
"Lily-" her sister's murmer brought her back to the real world. "Would you like some mashed patatoes?"
"Yes please." Lily put down the letter and picked up her fork. As the mashed potato-loaded fork leveled with her mouth, there was a small *POP* Petunia screamed as a tall, thin man in dark marron robes suddenly appeared. Lily's fork disappeared into her mouth and she continued to eat. After all, she was a witch and much more accustomed to people apparating and disapparating and all that.
"The hell-" Peter muttered. "Petunia, get behind me! Lily, you too!" Petunia scrambled behind her husband quickly, but Lily only stood up slowly. Peter grabbed her arm and pulled her behind him. "Who are you," he asked the man in the robes, "And what do you want with my family?"
The strange man gave a long elegant bow. "Lord Voldemort at your service. As for your second question, I would hardly count her," he nodded at Lily, "As family."
"What do you mean, not family? Lily here's my wife's sister."
"Not by birth."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Why, you didn't know? Your dear little Lily is adopted."
"What?" came a gasp, but not from Peter. This one came from Lily herself. Her, adopted? That was obscene!
As Tom had thought, she had no memory of her true parents, and she most certainly did not know. "You," he said coldly, nodding at Petunia, "Why didn't you tell her?"
"Because the matter never came up," came the woman's arrogant reply.
"Why didn't you bring it up?"
"I- I don't know..."
Lily turned on her sister. "You KNEW? You KNEW and didn't TELL ME? How could you! I thought we were sisters! Not just biologically, but..." she broke into tears.
In an instant, Tom tried to get by Peter to hold his little daughter but was restrained. She looked so innocent down there. Immediately, his mind flashed to the day she was taken from him.
Kristen had tried to protect them both. She really had, but had fallen at the hands of Potter. As Tom was crying, Lily was taken from his arms. That was when he fled for his life. He ran from the truth- and their memories.
Snapping back to reality, he struggled to get past Peter. "Let me to her," he said through clenched teeth, but Peter would not budge. "I'm warning you, you better let me through or I'll..." but Peter did not care what Tom would do. Tom took out his wand. "I gave you fair warning, Muggle. But you did not listen. Now you must pay. Avada Kedavra!"
There was a flash of green light. Suddenly, Lily was sucked into a De Ja Vous. She heard someone shout something unintelligable, and saw a flash of green light. She was crying, and she could hear another man, holding her and crying as well. She came back to the real world. Peter was lying on the floor, unmistakably dead. She saw her sister kneeling beside her husband and crying. Then she looked at the intruder, who kneeled beside her. "We need to talk."
"My Lord, I have it all here on this piece of paper. Lily Evans, 4 Privet Drive. She lives with her sister, Petunia Shangheld and her husband, Peter."
"Good work, Lucius. I'm ready."
"Shall I go with you, Master?"
"No, Lucius. You stay here with Narcissa."
"My Lord, I think I may be of some use..."
Tom turned sharply around. "No, you just want to escape your wife. She's been throwing temper tantrums since that baby died, the whole world knows it!"
Lucius cowered under the Dark Lord's evil glare. He had been steadily gaining power for two years, and was the most feared wizard of the millenium. If only that half-wit knew how much pain he was going through. He hoped that Lily would accept him. Belive the truth. About her father and her mother. She could probably ask her sister, she would know that she was adopted. Then he wondered if Lily knew. Probably not, because that would lead to explanations, and that would lead to trouble. No, she wouldn't know.
"My Lord?"
"What?"
"It's time."
Tom turned away and let bumbling Lucius fasten the cloak around his neck. He nodded at the poor idiot, then disappeared.
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Petunia set the casserolle down on the table. "There," she murmered. Calling to the rest of the house, "Dinner's ready!"
Peter came down the stairs, whistling to himself. Petunia's sister, Lily, now 20, came into the room with a letter in her hand, looking troubled.
"What've you got there, sis?" Petunia and Lily had had a rather rocky relationship lately, as Petunia didn't believe in magic and Lily had graduated a couple of years ago from a wizarding school. Lily looked at her hands, suddenly realizing that she was still holding the letter.
"Oh! Nothing."
Petunia sighed but let it lay at that. Lily's letter was not nothing and she knew it.
Lily looked at the letter again, as if she could make it say differently, but she knew very well that it would say the same thing. It read:
Dear Lily,
I know you probably hate me but I don't care. I've loved you since the day I saw you, and I had to tell you how I feel. Please at least consider me. I know you're probably thinking, "Him??? But he's a Gryffindor! Yuck!" but please don't. Don't let old traditions rule your thought. You are to independant for that, Lily dear. You always were. And even now, we are out of school. You are no longer a Slytherin, as I am no longer a Gryffindor. So couldn't it be possible? Maybe? You are most likely revolted, and I am sorry, because I wish there was something I could do or say to make you love me back. Is there? If there is, please let me know.
Ever-loving,
James Potter
She was completely and utterly shocked. JAMES? Love HER? It didn't seem possible. It was not possible. But he was a GRIFFINDOR! Then she smiled, realizing that he had read her mind. She re-read that part:
I know you're probably thinking, "Him??? But he's a Gryffindor! Yuck!" but please don't. Don't let old traditions rule your thought. You are to independant for that, Lily dear.
She smiled again. No one had ever called her independant before. No one. It was nice, knowing that she had an admirer. But how did she feel about him? She didn't know. She just didn't know.
"Lily-" her sister's murmer brought her back to the real world. "Would you like some mashed patatoes?"
"Yes please." Lily put down the letter and picked up her fork. As the mashed potato-loaded fork leveled with her mouth, there was a small *POP* Petunia screamed as a tall, thin man in dark marron robes suddenly appeared. Lily's fork disappeared into her mouth and she continued to eat. After all, she was a witch and much more accustomed to people apparating and disapparating and all that.
"The hell-" Peter muttered. "Petunia, get behind me! Lily, you too!" Petunia scrambled behind her husband quickly, but Lily only stood up slowly. Peter grabbed her arm and pulled her behind him. "Who are you," he asked the man in the robes, "And what do you want with my family?"
The strange man gave a long elegant bow. "Lord Voldemort at your service. As for your second question, I would hardly count her," he nodded at Lily, "As family."
"What do you mean, not family? Lily here's my wife's sister."
"Not by birth."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Why, you didn't know? Your dear little Lily is adopted."
"What?" came a gasp, but not from Peter. This one came from Lily herself. Her, adopted? That was obscene!
As Tom had thought, she had no memory of her true parents, and she most certainly did not know. "You," he said coldly, nodding at Petunia, "Why didn't you tell her?"
"Because the matter never came up," came the woman's arrogant reply.
"Why didn't you bring it up?"
"I- I don't know..."
Lily turned on her sister. "You KNEW? You KNEW and didn't TELL ME? How could you! I thought we were sisters! Not just biologically, but..." she broke into tears.
In an instant, Tom tried to get by Peter to hold his little daughter but was restrained. She looked so innocent down there. Immediately, his mind flashed to the day she was taken from him.
Kristen had tried to protect them both. She really had, but had fallen at the hands of Potter. As Tom was crying, Lily was taken from his arms. That was when he fled for his life. He ran from the truth- and their memories.
Snapping back to reality, he struggled to get past Peter. "Let me to her," he said through clenched teeth, but Peter would not budge. "I'm warning you, you better let me through or I'll..." but Peter did not care what Tom would do. Tom took out his wand. "I gave you fair warning, Muggle. But you did not listen. Now you must pay. Avada Kedavra!"
There was a flash of green light. Suddenly, Lily was sucked into a De Ja Vous. She heard someone shout something unintelligable, and saw a flash of green light. She was crying, and she could hear another man, holding her and crying as well. She came back to the real world. Peter was lying on the floor, unmistakably dead. She saw her sister kneeling beside her husband and crying. Then she looked at the intruder, who kneeled beside her. "We need to talk."