Disclaimer: All the characters used in this story are the sole property of J.K Rowling (and some other big company whose name I do not remember. Sorry, no insults intended, just my bad memory). They are not mine. I take credit for the characters' actions and thoughts in this story, though (often used as they are). A/N: This is a "Snape is Harry's father" type of fic. I tried to make it believable. This is a story about Lily, Voldemort, James and Severus. And I wanted to make it a story about love. I don't know if I succeeded, it is for you to decide.

Lady of Darkness

"Behold the Dark Lady!"

Voldemort's voice boomed over the room, bouncing upon the backs of the kneeling figures.

"Behold Her, who is my daughtre and my Heir, carring the bloodline of the mighty Slytherin!"

Severus Snape looked enchantedly at the woman next to Lord Voldemort. Unlike the Death Eaters she had no hood covering her face and her robes were quite revealing.

She was a blinding beauty with impossible green eyes, bazing red hair and alabaster skin.

For a moment it seemed to Severus that he had seen her somewhere…

The feeling passed – no way could he have seen such beauty and not remembered. She was… He could not find words.

In front of the hall Voldemort continued:

"You shall call Her the Dark Lady and you shall honour Her and kneel before Her like before myself."

The Dark Lord surveyed the room obviously statisfyed with the impression his heir had made.

Severus looked carefully around. Most of the Death Eaters could not get their eyes off the Lady. He could not fault them, Severus himself felt the awe and will to serve her until death. The little voice in his head that told him this reaction was unnatural and probably caused by magic was silenced quickly by the voices singing praises to the Lady.

He will love Her and serve Her. Forever. And he will despair for there was no hope She will ever notice him.

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Party again. Death Eaters gathering together and celebrating another success. Nobody of course said it out loud, the party was namely a Halloween feast, but everybody knew.

Why do we bother to carry those hoods in meetings? Everybody knows everyone anyway.

Severus Snape had never been very found of parties and this particular one was no exception. He wanted to leave and quietly do some research. And maybe even dream about…

"Severus Snape."

He felt the hot wave coursing through his body, his knees were suddenly weak. That voice…

He turned to face Her.

"My Lady," he managed. His voice was shaky and filled with longing.

"I have seen you watching me."

Her smile was mysterious and inviting.

"We all watch you, My Lady. You are Heaven to our eyes."

He did not know where the words came from.

"My, how flattering. Yes, all watch, but you watch differently. They," dismissing gesture towards the other occupants of the room,

"look at me with desire and jealousy. You, on the other hand,"

a white finger slowly brushed  his cheek, making him hot and dizzy,

"you are not jealous. And you not only desire me, there is something more."

The hand cupped his face thumb stroking lightly over his lower lip.

"Y-yes, My Lady."

He felt her warm breath ghost over his ear and shuddered involuntarily. The Lady bent closer and whispered to him:

"I think we should go somewhere more private and try to find out what exactly."

She took his hand and turned to leave the room. Severus followed her, dazed.

So it began.