A young red-haired woman was staring at the book that lay neatly on the desk in front of her. The woman was in a very dimly lit, candles placed where it existed space to put them, one of which was on the desk near her so she could read the content inside the book. If her husband, James, knew what she was doing, she would probably be divorced, and James would have taken her only son from her. Still, these were desperate times, leading to actions instead of waiting for miracles like a confident older man wanted them to do.
Taking a deep breath, the woman by the name of Lily looked down at the book again with her emerald green eyes, the book was dark, as dark as the very darkness itself, but it was her only choice.
The book itself almost breathed with the power it had, it was dangerous in the wrong hands and could ruin everything she held dear, but it could also save everything she held dear but with the correct price. The cost wouldn't be an easy choice, but it was one that she had to make soon since she had a feeling that she wouldn't be living long.
"The power that the Dark Lord doesn't know," she whispered and closed her eyes for a moment. She didn't know why but it felt like she should do this. A wave of calmness washed over her as she opened her eyes and started to catch the spell she had studied beforehand.
As she chanted, the room's candles blew out by an unseen wind, and the room grew hotter and hotter as if the room was on fire. Still, she knew it wasn't, but she could feel the sweat running down her body as she chanted the unforgiven chant to summon this being to her, to make the deal she had long since dreaded to do.
Screams echoed from somewhere, screams of pain and torture and despair. Enough to fill Lily's soul with dread, but still, she couldn't stop the chant. She had to get him. The only thing she could summon from this world was to make a deal. If she stopped, she would casted into this pit of despair. She knew it from the time another Death Eater attempted this chant, that person had stopped the chant, and a clawed hand had dragged her down into the shadows, not to be ever found again, dead or alive. That left behind this book that Lily had taken and started to read.
Lily ended the chant, and the room grew quiet. She had not even realized that she had closed her eyes to try to block the screams from before. The sound broke the room's silence, something landing lightly on the wooden floor of the room she was standing inside.
"You rang," suddenly said a male's voice, cutting through the room's darkness. Lily looked around and tried to locate the creature but couldn't since he blended into the shadows.
"Yes, I did. I summon you, demon, to make a deal with you. If you are willing to hear me out," Lily said shakily. She knew if this demon didn't accept, she and all her loved ones would die. But if it did, she would have to sacrifice the one thing she held dear.
The demon laughed loudly, this woman was attractive and robust, and it intrigued him to hear her out. He was very bored with how things were going at his place.
Several months later, the demon could do nothing but stare from the darkness at the bunch of wizards and witches in the ruined nursery. He had just saved the infant that the woman had given him. The infant was robust, more so than the female who now lay dead in the same nursery. The people were around the infant that they called Harry.
"He has to go to his only living relative, his aunt's family," said a very old man with long white hair and a beard, the demon sneered at this. If he allowed this, he wouldn't be able to train or be there if needed.
The demon waited until the people turned their back away from the infant before making his move. He grabbed the infant and took him to his world, which time went much different from this world.
