Chapter 5 Lily, Perfect Lily

A/N: I know the whole if Harry turned evil to save the world then he didn't actually turn evil and all, but this chapter should clear it up some for you. Thanks to those who pointed it out though.

"Now, yer mum an' dad were as good a witch an' wizard as I ever knew. Head boy an' girl at Hogwarts in their day! Suppose the myst'ry is why You-Know-Who never tried to get' em on his side before…probably knew they were too close ter Dumbledore ter want anythin' ter do with the Dark Side."

~Hagrid (who else?) from The Sorcerer's Stone (or Philosopher's)

I guess he didn't know about the time that Voldemort offered an invitation of the dark side to Lily, and she accepted…  

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"Avada Kedavra." Such simple words, Harry thought as he said the curse, to end the life of a living thing. Harry looked to his left and saw some Aurors just arriving at the house. To be exact there where twelve Aurors.

"Well I will be leaving now," stated Harry. He was just about to disapparate, when he saw a flock of red hair. Quickly, he glanced over at the spot again. Oh God.

"Weasley," Harry spat with distaste.

"YOU," Ron shouted irately as he raised his wand towards Harry. Harry didn't think it would be wise to stick around any longer, so he disapparated.

"When are we going to all get together and actually start the plan?" Harry asked Lucius Malfoy, impatiently, as he appeared into the room.

"Patience, Master will tell us. He is waiting for the perfect moment."

"How long do you think that will be? It gets boring doing the same thing, day after day."

"Killing daily getting boring?" asked an amused Malfoy.

"You two are two of the most annoying people I have ever meet. I just thought you would like to know." Draco said walking down a wooden staircase in the Riddle house.

Harry smirked. "Why, thank you." He said walking out of the room, and he deliberately brushed against Draco and whispered into his ear,

"Traitor."

~*Flashback*~

Harry decided not to tell Sirius what the seer said. Why let him worry? But he didn't know if he should even be considering becoming a Death Eater. How could one person becoming evil really save the world? Stupid seers, thought Harry, I think I will never go near one ever again. They are just so - grr. Harry sat atop his bed, practically pulling his hair out. Finally, he decided to owl Ron. He would just ask him to come by via floo powder, and see what Ron thought about it. He got out a piece of parchment and wrote.

Ron,

I need to talk to you about something. Don't freak out or anything, I doubt it is that bad. But I do think it is important that I ask you something. It would be easier for me to tell you face to face. Do you think you could stop by at Sirius's sometime by floo? Write back a time that you are available, if you don't mind. Thanks.

Harry   

"Are you crazy? Do you actually believe him?" Ron asked Harry.

The two boys were sitting outside of Sirius and Harry's house under the shade of a large tree, discussing what the seer had told Harry.

"Well, I'm not sure what to believe, Ron. You obviously don't believe him, right?" Harry picked up a stick that was lying on the ground beside him, and started to play with it, passing it in his fingers absentmindedly.

"It is like saying I believe Trelawney is right predicting your death everyday, Harry. It just doesn't make sense."

"Yeah, I guess. But, I don't know. He sounded sort of convincing," admitted Harry.

"So what, you are going to become a Death Eater?" Ron asked, starting to sound annoyed.

"Not likely. No, I guess I wont really become a Death Eater. Why would I? Anyways, I wont worry Hermione or anyone else about it."

"Oh, did you hear she is going to be Head Girl next year?" asked Ron; glad to get off of the previous subject. He couldn't understand why Harry would believe the seer.

"Yeah, how could I not? Hermione was so surprised and she sent me a huge letter. You would've thought she could have already guessed. I can't wait to see her tomorrow."

~*End of Flashback*~

Harry walked through the Riddle halls, seeking Lucius Malfoy. He needed to discuss the destruction of Alastor Moody, who was still alive and certainly kicking. His arm was still aching from this morning to prove it. Moody had been at the house he attacked and Moody managed a quick spell on Harry, before he left to get help from more Aurors. After all it was eleven Death eaters to two. Harry remembered a time when the only person Harry actually wanted to kill was Voldemort, and possibly Wormtail. Harry sighed. Times sure do change. I'm serving Voldemort now, and well, you can't kill an already dead man.

In retrospect, he had decided not to tell Sirius, Dumbledore, Draco, or even Hermione what the seer had said. As much as Harry hated to admit it, Draco had become friends with them, after dating Hermione at the end and summer after fifth year. Harry and Ron had tried to convince Hermione that they should hate Draco, since they had broken up, but Hermione talked them into becoming friends with Draco. In the seventh year, Harry took on advanced Divination, after dropping it in fifth year. It was only to see if he thought there was any chance the seer was telling a true premonition. The year started off good, it was only towards the end when it had taking a nasty turn. 

~*Another Flashback*~

Harry stormed off to his dorm. He couldn't believe what he just saw. After walking into Hermione's dorm with Hermione and Ron looking comfortable, too comfortable, on her bed Harry found himself furious. And rightfully so, Hermione was his girlfriend, his suddenly ex-girlfriend, Harry thought she loved him. Harry clenched his fists in anger, he couldn't remember a time he felt so mad. The thought of breaking something in half, and hearing something snap was thoroughly enjoyable. Too bad he would get in too much trouble if he tried it on someone's neck… is it possible to break your own neck with your own hands? Even if he could, that wouldn't be as satisfying. He wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings to notice someone walking right up to him.

"Are you okay? You look… like I shouldn't be here, you look ready to kill me." It was Draco's voice. Which to Harry was still unusual to hear in sincere worry. It was also strange to hear in the Gryffindor's Common Room. But Draco came by every once in a blue moon, much to some Gryffindor's dislike.

"I'm fine." Harry lied, his voice rough. He wasn't trying very hard to show he wasn't fine, and continued storming off.

"What happened?" Asked Draco, walking fast to keep up.

"Nothing. Go away."

Draco stopped, glared at Harry and said, "Sorry to be any inconvenience to your important existence," and stomped off in the other direction.

Harry finally got to his dorm, flung the door open just to slam it shut.

It was a Sunday night, and Harry sat on his bed curtains closed all night. When Ron came in, trying to explain Harry just put a silencing spell around the bed.

The next morning Harry was just as furious. He didn't talk to anyone and barely ate any breakfast. His first class was Advanced Divination. Harry figured this would be the time, if any, that he would have a vision. After all, he had been told 'your emotions affect your magic greatly. If you are very angry, or very sad, your magic might spark up uncontrollably. It is possible for you to have a very detailed vision at this time.' Who knew if that would work, but he would have to try anyway. After attendance was taken they were to split up and work on whatever the professor assigned them to. Harry got the crystal ball. He looked into the cloudy ball with all his fury, and for the first time in his life he was felt an odd sensation. It was like something, some odd force, was pulling him in and he let it.

Harry's world was spinning, mixing with another. The new world started to come in focus and he saw his mother's face. He almost smiled, but he got a clearer view and saw his mother was in black robes as she put her black hood up.

Lily walked with four other Death Eaters, and without saying a word they each disappeared and then reappeared in Harry sight to a home of nobody that Harry could recognize. There was a husband and wife looking up at them in horror. Lily pulled out her wand, pointed it at the man and said very clearly, confidently, "Crucio."

Harry lost all his hope for the world.

~*End of Flashback*~

Sirius was at home again, looking through old pictures. How he missed James and Lily. They were perfect together and always so happy. Why did they have to die? They were imperfect for a small portion of their lives, but it wasn't even their fault. If that letter hadn't come at that party would they still be alive?

 

It was right after they had graduated; they were at James's apartment. James, Lily, Remus, Peter, Sirius, and Sirius's girlfriend Nicole were there, having a little party for the end of school. Sirius couldn't even remember what they were talking about when a huge black owl came flying through the open window. It dropped a letter on Lily, who caught it. Then the owl flew right back out. Lily almost screamed when she saw that it was from Voldemort, Sirius remembered. Voldemort wanted Lily to become a Death Eater. He knew how powerful she was. Sirius always wondered why he didn't offer it to James. Maybe it was because he wanted to split the couple up. But in the letter was a warning that basically said if she didn't become a Death Eater he would kill her friends and family one by one. She didn't become a Death Eater then though, James convinced her not to and said that Voldemort wouldn't be able to get them. When Voldemort didn't get a reply, however, he killed Lily's parents. Lily was horrified that her friends would die too, and she became a Death Eater. Nobody but her close friends knew that she had become a Death Eater, and it didn't take long for Lily to disobey Voldemort and make him outraged at her and James for helping her. Life went sort of back to normal and James and Lily got married. Lily became pregnant, and James and Lily decided to go to Dumbledore to help protect them. Voldemort found them anyways, with the help of Wormtail and the rest was history. Really, it was written down in books.

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A/N: Does that make more sense yet? I'm gonna go a little bit deeper into Harry turning, I think, and then continue to the other part of the story. The end of the world ordeal affects the end part of the story. I guess I could've done this chapter with fewer flashbacks, but oh well. Review please. Big thanks to everybody who reviewed last time:

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