At the end of the first day of term Lily went back to her common room. As
she walked through the door, whispers occurred.
"Say it!" some one told Severus Snape in an urgent voice.
"Um…Congratulations Lily, on becoming Head girl" He said. Lily said nothing, she was awaiting more. "Now, I guess you'll have plenty of time to spend with your boyfriend." He said it sarcastically, but Lily pretended he meant well.
"Yeah it does. Thanks Sev' that's so nice of you." She smiled swiftly, and padded up the stairs to her dormitory leaving dear old Severus' mouth ajar.
There were times when Lily often wondered why she had been put in Slytherin. 'This is one of these times.' She thought mournfully to her self. She knew that both of her Grandparents had been Ravenclaw, and her father a muggle so it made no sense. She shrugged the feeling off and tried to get to sleep.
She had a very strange dream, she was in what looked like stacks, an old fashioned one, where library information was kept. It was silent, all there was, was a slight breeze that stirred some of the dust, until.
"Please!" A woman begged. "Please, I beg you. Don't do this please!" Lily could hear her begging, crying, "No, don't do this, please, no!" The voice sounded so familiar but Lily didn't know who she was. Lily tried to help her but she was rooted to the spot where she was standing.
"Oh shut up you worthless squib. Shut up now!" Said a black haired, tall man, in a harsh voice. Lily saw the woman get thrown in the room landing on the floor. She was young, only around twenty-five. She looked up at Lily, as though begging for help. "No one can hear you scream," said the man again. He laughed, a horrible high-pitched laugh, too high for the man he was. He picked the woman up, and threw her against the wall where she stood, sobbing, pleading with her ice blue eyes, that Lily had only ever seen on one woman, and that woman also had the dark red hair. This was Lily's mother.
Lily shook her head. 'This makes no sense,' she thought too her self.
The man walked up to the woman, and smiled a horrible cruel smile.
"Maybe," he said slowly, he was very close to her now, and he reached out and took a finger and touched her cheek. "Maybe, you're not so worthless after all." He moved his head backed, and scanned the woman's face. "A child methinks," he said looking pensive; he rested a hand on her long red hair, and stroked it. He had a very dreamy expression, "yes a girl," He closed his eyes, as though seeing something, a vision. "Yes, a girl, called…" They snapped open. "Lily?"
'No,' Lily thought, 'no, oh god please, no'
"My Lord Voldemort…" said another male voice, Lily saw a man running down stairs, stopping at the doorway.
"Go away Malfoy, don't you see I'm busy?"
"Oh, forgive me M'lord…"
"Don't go and apologise Malfoy, just go!"
With a swift nod, the man had gone.
The man Lily now knew was called Voldemort sighed and shook his head.
"Now, my little sweet thing, where were we?" The woman said nothing, Voldemort smiled. "Ah yes, a child." He pulled sharply on the roots of her hair and kissed her fiercely on the lips. When he drew away, her pinned her to the wall, and ripped off her blouse.
"Oh God please no!" the woman begged again. "Why? Why are you doing this?"
"Oh, my dear girl, don't you want me too? You should feel proud that I chose you. Our daughter, she'll be great. The greatest of all." He kissed her again, and began to unbutton her jeans. Then he looked up at Lily, and smiled.
"Leave her alone!" she yelled at him. She didn't know how, but she could sense that Voldemort could see her. He looked straight into her eyes. The she saw them, the man bright emerald green eyes. Like hers.
"But if I did that, you'll never be." He said smiling a sinister smiled. Lily shook her head grabbing the roots of her dark red hair by her temples. "Yes Lily, my dearest Lily, my beautiful daughter. This is how you were created."
"No!"
"Yes, this is who you are. Except it. Become it. Embrace it. Feel it, the power in you."
"No!"
Voldemort was getting angry. "You asked the question, I'm giving the answer, now live it."
"You bastard" she whispered to him. Voldemort looked back down at the woman, and ripped off her jeans.
"I'll make you see." He whispered. He kissed the woman again, and the world went swirling into darkness.
"Say it!" some one told Severus Snape in an urgent voice.
"Um…Congratulations Lily, on becoming Head girl" He said. Lily said nothing, she was awaiting more. "Now, I guess you'll have plenty of time to spend with your boyfriend." He said it sarcastically, but Lily pretended he meant well.
"Yeah it does. Thanks Sev' that's so nice of you." She smiled swiftly, and padded up the stairs to her dormitory leaving dear old Severus' mouth ajar.
There were times when Lily often wondered why she had been put in Slytherin. 'This is one of these times.' She thought mournfully to her self. She knew that both of her Grandparents had been Ravenclaw, and her father a muggle so it made no sense. She shrugged the feeling off and tried to get to sleep.
She had a very strange dream, she was in what looked like stacks, an old fashioned one, where library information was kept. It was silent, all there was, was a slight breeze that stirred some of the dust, until.
"Please!" A woman begged. "Please, I beg you. Don't do this please!" Lily could hear her begging, crying, "No, don't do this, please, no!" The voice sounded so familiar but Lily didn't know who she was. Lily tried to help her but she was rooted to the spot where she was standing.
"Oh shut up you worthless squib. Shut up now!" Said a black haired, tall man, in a harsh voice. Lily saw the woman get thrown in the room landing on the floor. She was young, only around twenty-five. She looked up at Lily, as though begging for help. "No one can hear you scream," said the man again. He laughed, a horrible high-pitched laugh, too high for the man he was. He picked the woman up, and threw her against the wall where she stood, sobbing, pleading with her ice blue eyes, that Lily had only ever seen on one woman, and that woman also had the dark red hair. This was Lily's mother.
Lily shook her head. 'This makes no sense,' she thought too her self.
The man walked up to the woman, and smiled a horrible cruel smile.
"Maybe," he said slowly, he was very close to her now, and he reached out and took a finger and touched her cheek. "Maybe, you're not so worthless after all." He moved his head backed, and scanned the woman's face. "A child methinks," he said looking pensive; he rested a hand on her long red hair, and stroked it. He had a very dreamy expression, "yes a girl," He closed his eyes, as though seeing something, a vision. "Yes, a girl, called…" They snapped open. "Lily?"
'No,' Lily thought, 'no, oh god please, no'
"My Lord Voldemort…" said another male voice, Lily saw a man running down stairs, stopping at the doorway.
"Go away Malfoy, don't you see I'm busy?"
"Oh, forgive me M'lord…"
"Don't go and apologise Malfoy, just go!"
With a swift nod, the man had gone.
The man Lily now knew was called Voldemort sighed and shook his head.
"Now, my little sweet thing, where were we?" The woman said nothing, Voldemort smiled. "Ah yes, a child." He pulled sharply on the roots of her hair and kissed her fiercely on the lips. When he drew away, her pinned her to the wall, and ripped off her blouse.
"Oh God please no!" the woman begged again. "Why? Why are you doing this?"
"Oh, my dear girl, don't you want me too? You should feel proud that I chose you. Our daughter, she'll be great. The greatest of all." He kissed her again, and began to unbutton her jeans. Then he looked up at Lily, and smiled.
"Leave her alone!" she yelled at him. She didn't know how, but she could sense that Voldemort could see her. He looked straight into her eyes. The she saw them, the man bright emerald green eyes. Like hers.
"But if I did that, you'll never be." He said smiling a sinister smiled. Lily shook her head grabbing the roots of her dark red hair by her temples. "Yes Lily, my dearest Lily, my beautiful daughter. This is how you were created."
"No!"
"Yes, this is who you are. Except it. Become it. Embrace it. Feel it, the power in you."
"No!"
Voldemort was getting angry. "You asked the question, I'm giving the answer, now live it."
"You bastard" she whispered to him. Voldemort looked back down at the woman, and ripped off her jeans.
"I'll make you see." He whispered. He kissed the woman again, and the world went swirling into darkness.