Hey, first I would like to apologize for the confusion about the cantaur, I totally didn't realize I had changed names, anyways, since I'm not in the mood to just correct it, from now on his name is Bane. Sorry! Thanx to all that reviewed, and special note to otherchelseathatdontlikeucuzustolehername (if you are reading this, which I certainly pray that you aren't) I'm sorry you find my story pornographic and Americanized and all that crap, but hey, I am American. I'm really just surprised that you would be so biased against Americans, yet still visit FanFic sights, and call me childish. Tough luck hon. Anyways, congrats to all of you that caught my line taken from A beautiful mind! I absolutely love that movie and thought the line fitted in perfectly. Anyways, enjoy the last chapter (and yes, this is the end *sniff sniff*). Ironically it's the longest chapter I've ever written!!! Chelsea_____________________________________________________________________ ___________

Lily walked slowly back to the common room, Lucius's words ringing in her head. James liked her? Why didn't she see it before? She smiled to herself at the thought, no wonder James seemed to have picked up a blushing epidemic. He really was sweet!

Her thoughts traveled back to Lucius. Now that the pain had numbed, she was starting to see stars where he was concerned. How dare he! The nerve, making her choose between her boyfriend and her friends. Oh well, he wasn't worth it. She tried to put out the hurt look he had given her when she couldn't decide. His loss.

Lily stopped, the dead silence reverberating in the hall. Moonlight streamed in the windows, drawing her gaze to the lake outside. How beautiful it looked. The stars twinkled overhead, pale dots on the black velvet of the sky, the moon etched in glass. The night was certainly peaceful, but as she knew too well, looks can be deceiving.

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In the dungeons, Snape and Malfoy flocked around a cauldron, the murky brown goop bubbling and simmering.

"Are you sure you want me to do this Lucius?" Snape looked slightly worried.

"Who else? The Dark Lord wants her, and I need to be there to comfort her after you destroy her." Malfoy sneered slightly. Lily Evans was going to pay. "Add the hairs."

Snape hesitated before pouring himself a glass of the potion. As he dropped the single strand of black hair in, it turned a myriad of colors before settling on a burgundy color, smelling faintly of cinnamon. Snape looked absolutely disgusted, but swallowed it down none the less.

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The Gryffindor table was as rowdy and noisy as it usually was, but for once James wasn't in the middle of the crowd. He sat silently, watching the door. Lily had met Malfoy outside over twenty minutes ago. She wouldn't keep him worried like this, something must have happened. He tore his gaze from the door, to look over at the Slythin table. Lucius caught his eye and winked. His smile stretched threateningly, before turning into a sneer.

"Your life's not so perfect now is it Potter? Lily's mine." He mouthed. "Soon, Potter soon." He turned away.

What was he getting on about? Soon what? James stared at the back of Malfoys head. He had the upper hand, and all James could do was wait and see what he had up his sleeve.

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Lily sat on the windowsill. The night air was inviting, a cool breeze against her damp cheek. The wind had calmed down; the iciness warmed to a chill. Footsteps approached from behind her. 'Students, going to their common rooms', she thought.

"Lily?" She turned surprised to see it was James. He looked tired, almost sad.

"James-"

"Don't say anything. You wouldn't understand. After all that you did to me. I'm not letting you go Lily. Ever." Her eyes narrowed.

"James what's wrong? What are you----" It was too late. Lily was small against the body trained by quidditch and life's lessons-she couldn't have overtaken him. She didn't even have time to think, as a cloth was clamped over her mouth, and her world went black.

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Lily woke up some time later, dots dancing in front of her eyes. She tried to lift her hand, but it seemed to heavy. She lay there in the dark, listening to the sounds around her. Her senses focused and she recognized the chirps of grasshoppers, and the smell of newly cut grass. She was in a forest somewhere.

She opened her eyes. The Forbidden Forest. Darkness enclosed her, darker than the night. She shivered slightly, and sat up. The Dark wasn't welcoming, it wasn't her friend.

"Ah, my flower, my water-Lily. I see you have awoken?" Lily turned as the immortal voice blinded her thoughts. The gravely quality to it sent shivers up her spine, anticipating that the speaker was worse than the dark was. There was little hope left.

Lights sprang up, illuminating her surroundings. She sat in the middle of a clearing, blood dripping from her wrist. Tree's encompassed it, making it near impossible to see, not that the dark wasn't preventing her sight anyway. The speaker was a tall man, a hood drawn around his face. His robes were of the darkest red, darker than the color of dried blood, darker than a black rose. His hands were deathly pale, the fingers abnormally long. Lily shrank back in fear.

"Scared, my pet? There is no reason to be, Death will not visit us on this particular night. Though perhaps it will if it sees fit. That is, if you don't succumb." The threat in his last statement was evident.

"Do you know who I am, Lily Evans?" She nodded a pathetic 'no', her panic clouding her thinking. The man laughed, high and cruel, before meeting her green emerald eyes with his red slits. Realization hit her like a ton of bricks. This was the man who killed her parents, this was Voldemort. Tears rolled silently down her cheeks as she met his gaze, refusing to let herself cry out, to give him any verbal indication of how much she missed her parents. He laughed again.

"You.You pitiless son of a b*tch. You heartless, lousy-" Lily's voice was sheer hatred, her eyes narrowed. Voldemort laughed again.

"Me? Heartless, lousy, pureblood who at this moment has complete control of your life? I dare say you don't realize the consequences of your words, Miss Evans." She glared at him, shutting her mouth. "As I was saying Miss Evans, I do have a proposition for y-" He stopped, Lily had disappeared from view. "Miss Evans, do not think I have no intimation of your powers. I myself do possess them. Now as I was saying-" Lily interrupted.

"Never. I will not."

Voldemort glanced at the glade around him. Raising his hand, he spun in a complete circle, small knives flying from his fingers at random times. Lily cried out, blinking into view, her shoulder grazed, blood dripping down her arm.

She looked around nervously spotting her advisary. She set up a shield, her hands up, gathering her strength to defend his attack. It never came. He looked at her thoughtfully, watching the redhead's attempts at saving herself.

"You will never win, my dear." With a single spell, wandless, Voldemort shattered her shield, but Lily was ready, she hit him with a ball of electricity, enough to kill any man. Voldemort gasped, but straightened himself almost immediately. He wasn't just any man, he was more.

"I see you have made your decision. The power that you would have denied to my side will now go to me. And the blood I drink tonight, will make me unstoppable." He grinned toothily, his own blood dripping slightly from the corner of his mouth. Lily screamed, and hit him with another attack, which he blocked, rebounding the curse towards her. It hit her, knocking her to her knees. More blood ran down her arm, stark against the whiteness and unearthly sheen her skin possessed. She was like an angel...an angel of death. But unlike Voldmort, she was only mortal.

Slowly everything changed, her vision blurred, the colors mixing, before going to shades of grey. This was it. Her vision swam, in the dullness of her mind she could hear her mother singing. The notes brought her back towards childhood, sitting in her parent's laps, in front of the fireplace. The music was beautiful, the melody soothing. 'This is the last thing I'll ever hear.' Lily thought to herself, barely tasting the saltiness of her own tears on her lips.

In the dim she could faintly sense Voldemort tying her arms behind her back, before cutting a line down the side of her neck. Her head was wrenched back, the lovely peals of music mixing with her own sobs.

Voldemort bent over, he kissed her on the lips. It was a kiss of death. In slow motion, she deafly watched as his head was brought away, his eyes opening wide. Shadows passed over her in vision of white. 'This must be heaven' Lily thought, before everything went black.

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She woke up a week later in the hospital wing. Outside she could hear snow falling softly, thudding gently against the windows. "My dear, you're awake at last!" the nurse came bustling in, setting a plate of chocolate and hot cocoa on the table next to her. "Well, don't lie there staring at it! Eat up child!" Lily picked up a piece, chewing thoughtfully on it. "What happened?" she turned to the nurse. "Now, now that's for the headmaster to tell you. I assure you he will be in any moment, and so will those rowdy boys. They've all been mighty worried about you, you gave us quite a scare!" She looked at Lily in a mothering fashion before turning to tend to some 5th years who had hexed each other into having exceedingly long necks. Lily finished the chocolate as the headmaster walked in. "Miss Evans! I do trust you are feeling better!" Lily nodded mutely, eyes wide. "Professor, what happened? Who-what-how am I alive?" Professor Dumbledore looked at her for a moment, as if testing her strength. " My dear child, Mr. Potter came to your rescue once again." Lily gasped. "He alerted me to your disappearance, and then your location. He seemed to have quite an extraordinary map with him." Dumbledore added, more to himself than to Lily. "But he was the one who knocked me out!" Lily sat up, urgent to tell him the truth. It hurt, but it was the truth. Fatal attraction and all that- it definitely hurt to realize the one you had feelings for tried to sell you to the devil. Lily looked down biting her lip. James... "No Lily, not quite. James was in the Great Hall while you were kidnapped, he has already been out under a truth serum to insure that he is innocent. Apparently someone created a monojuice potion. Similar to the polyjuice potion, but much quicker to brew. It wasn't James, Lily, do not blame yourself, or him." Lily smiled, but still sad. She had already ruined everything with him, they both knew she had chosen Malfoy over him. If not by intuition, than by Malfoy's big mouth. He undoubtedly had told the whole school about their conversation by now. "Miss Evans, I see fit to leave you with your thoughts. I will be back later to answer any questions you might have. Please do rest up." He turned and left, his robes sweeping out around him. Lily slowly remembered the events of the week before Voldemort, and the battle. But it was over now; no good would come of stressing over it. She sighed, letting her head fall back on her pillows. "It's going to get better." She whispered to herself. "It will." Lily opened her eyes, startled by James's voice. He stood about a foot away. "Can we talk?" "James, I'm so sorry. I never meant for everything to turn-" James reached out and touched Lily's mouth with the tips of his fingers. "What I meant was-can I talk?" Lily nodded. After a long silence he said, " I'm trying to put it all in order, last week. It happened so fast." "Don't try, just start anywhere." "Do you know what it was like seeing you and Malfoy making out behind that waterfall?" "WHAT?" "You said to begin anywhere." Lily smiled nervously, she hadn't exactly expected that as a beginning, middle, or end. She blushed. "I guess it was pretty embarrassing. What were you thinking? And then I thought it was Sirius." Her eyes widened, she had to apologize right away! She started getting up, moving towards the door, but James caught her, turning her around to face him. She couldn't do it, look him in the eyes. She stared at his shirt instead. "Look you want to know what I was thinking?" Lily kept looking at his shirt. " I couldn't believe that I, who was never going to get hooked, had fallen in love with a girl who didn't want to date me, and there I was, watching her kiss some other guy, who doesn't deserve to kiss her shoes." Lily glanced up, surprised. " But you should hate me! After all that Lucius did, and I blamed you guys for all of it. And then you go and save me. It wasn't love." Her voice changed, almost pleading with him not to break her heart. James paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts. He had never felt this way before, and he wasn't about to let her get away. "Hey, love is undefinable, love is risky. But one thing I know, I'll always love you Lily Evans." He looked deep into her soul, totally serious, the love in his eyes shining through. "And I'll love you to." They both leaned in, time slowed, the world muted. They gazed into each others eyes, not heeding their audience, not caring about the points the nurse was taking off, not noticing anything but each other. Lily smiled, cherishing the moment. His lips were soft, sweetly laced with a tinge of chocolate. The girls in the dormitory were right, he was a good kisser.

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