Chapter Four: Another Dead and Gone

Lupin stepped back through the dungeon door carrying a bundle of blankets. "Here you are my Lord," he said as he handed the bundle to Voldemort.

"Thank you, Remus. Be assured that you will be well rewarded," Voldemort's voice came from the hood of the cloak.

"NO! PLEASE! NOT MY SON! TAKE ME INSTEAD!" Lily cried. "PLEASE, I'LL DO ANYTHING! JUST DON'T HURT HARRY! NOT MY SON! TAKE ME! TAKE ME!"

"Well," said Voldemort thoughtfully, "I suppose I could make a trade, the mother for son." He paused. "What do you think, Death Eaters?"

"But my Lord," Wormtail said, "we would have no use for a child. What would we do with it?"

"That is to be discussed after Lily dies! Perhaps..." Voldemort thought. He suddenly got an evil smile on his face. "I'll tell you my plans after Lily is destroyed."

Lily continued sobbing into James. "Please, just don't let Harry get hurt! Please!"

"I have an alternative," said Voldemort. "You could work for me as a Death Eater, Lily, that is, if you don't want to die."

Lily thought for a minute, then knew if her son ever found out she was a Death Eater...she shuddered. She'd rather be dead any day than be a Death Eater. "No! Kill me! I would rather be dead that a Death Eater!"

"I was hoping I wouldn't have to kill anyone else today," Voldemort said, "but since you've refused my kind offer, I guess I have no choice." He raised his wand. "Avada Kedavra!"

Lily too fell dead to the cold stone floor. Voldemort laughed. "Two down, one to go. Now, gather 'round Death Eaters, and listen to my brilliant plan."

"We are going to sell Harry to the Dementors. He will live out his life in Azkaban, and when he reaches the age of thirteen, the Dementors will perform a Dementor's Kiss on him. Got it?"

"Yes my Lord," came three voices.

"Well?" snarled Voldemort. "What are you waiting for? Take him to the Dementors!"

Sirius picked up the bundle and the other two followed.

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