Everything but my own characters, the plot, and so on and so forth is
J.K.'s.
Chapter 2: An announcement of duty
~*~7 years later(11 years old)~*~
"Malfoy," A snake-like voice could be heard, on a stormy night. Lightning crackled, showing off red snake eyes. "It's time. Put together a group of deatheaters.
A voice came from the door way of a large stone room, "Any ideal people, my Lord?"
An evil grin crept onto Voldemort's face, "In fact, I do. I want Marcia with you. I tire of her. She's not very obedient, and I have a feeling if she stays alive, we could lose the trust of two: Lily and James. In other words, get her killed. If you don't, I kill you. In the meanwhile, I must talk to the Demon Children. So, get to work!"
With those last words, Malfoy scurried hurriedly out, afraid for his life. Voldemort, then walked out of the room.
11-year-old Lily Evens sat on a small bed in a square room. A lamp sits next to her on the lamppost beside her. The light shows brightly in the dark of the room. She snuggled her quilt around her waste, trying her best to get warm. These dungeon-type rooms were most definantly cold, icy cold. She picked up her small book, and opened it. She sighed, when she saw the pages full of history. All she ever wanted was a fantasy book. One of those muggle books that she had heard a lady deatheater talk about to another lady deatheater. She mentioned dragons, fairies, wizards, and witches. Except they were far from real! Suddenly she heard 3 bangs coming from a small wooden door, that doesn't lead out into the hall. She jumped out of her bed, leaving her book open, and her covers strewn about. She put her hand on the icy cold doorknob, and threw it open. A familiar messy jet-black haired boy falls flat on his face, making Lily collapse in laughter. He lifted himself up with his hands, and grinned.
"Hey Lillers!" The boy named James exclaimed. "Mind if I hide in here? Nicky and me are playing hide-and-go-seek. So. he's after me. Mind?"
"Nope. as long as I can play the next round through." Lily stood up, smiling. 'A sure cure to boredom!' Lily thought to herself.
"Why of course, Lilz! Are you saying I would object?" He pretended to wipe away an invisible tear. "Why, I'm hurt! Lily darling," He put on a high pitched, girly voice," The game would be absolutely NO fun without you!"
"From my point of view, you seem to be having plenty of fun without me."
James grinned, "Well, I do have Nicky, and he is fun..."
James stopped talking and jumped behind Lily, as Nick came running, terrified, into the room.
"What's wrong Nicky?" Lily asked, concern written all over her face.
Nick glared at her for a moment, because of his little nickname, but went back to normal, and said, "The Master's coming." Lily paled three times more then normal. James walked out from behind his "hiding place".
A tall figure, with black robes walked into the small room, his pale hands in fists. James wondered how he could do that without cutting himself. After all he had sharp nails and long fingers.
"I'm glad to see you little brats in the same place, that saves me from having to fetch you!" He pulled down his robe, to show an almost inhuman face. He is pale as the whitest moon, had dark black hair, and inhuman, snake-like red eyes.
"Now, I've come to make an announcement, and you idiots better take it to heart, and train extra hard! After you finish your classes, you will go with the deatheaters, and kill muggles, and mudbloods." He looked around, nastily. "Enjoy your free time." With that he turned around, his black robes sweeping behind him.
"Why do I get the feeling that he hates us?" James asked, looking around at the rest. Lily and Nick shrugged.
Anger boiled in James, like an overflowing potion. 'No.' James thought. 'I've gotten used to this all my life, why stop now? Those poor muggles, though how could this happen? No. I just have to get used to it. That's all, I'm just afraid of my duty. That's it.'
'It doesn't seem right,' Thought Lily. 'I guess it is, if James is taking to it, or even if these nice women are accepting it. It's fine. But I can't help feeling a bit uneasy about the duty. No! It's fine, everyone else is accepting it, I will too. Lily shrugged.
Nick thought, 'Sounds fun. Gee the Master's so smart. I'm sure everything's right with this. Positive.'
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~`~3 years later (14 years old)~`~
James stormed down the hall. He was angry, very angry. Voldemort had just assigned a group of deatheaters into a pureblood's home. He couldn't believe it. First Voldemort decides to destroy muggles, now purebloods?
Not watching where he was going, he slammed into someone. He looked up to find lily sprawled on the floor in front of him. He jumped up, and offered her his hand.
"Are you alright?" He asked, looking straight into her eyes. She took his hand, "Yeah." Once up she brushed her black robe off. She then looked up, with caring eyes, "What's wrong? You seem upset."
James sighed and waved the question to the side, "What are you doing out here?" He asked, "Shouldn't you be.?" James trailed off, realizing he was late for training.
Lily chuckled, "Looking for you, silly!" The two started walking down the same way James had been going. "Now, I know some thing's wrong. We ARE best friends!" She put her hand on his shoulder, sending shivers up and down his spine.
'What is that?' He asked himself. "Nothing, nothing." He said too quickly.
Lily sighed, "James." James dodged her eyes. Once she caught his he had to turn away. It seemed as though her emerald eyes could pierce through his veryu soul. They probably could. James, I know you too well, for you to fool me. Now, tell me."
"We're gonna be late," He mumbled. Lily sighed and pulled him into an embrace. He could feel the hug all the way to his bones.
"I may not be able to comfort you with words, but let me comfort you this way."
For the moment, he forgot about what was happening, in the world around him. He was lost in her scent. Her very essence soothed him. He nestled in her soft blood red hair. He held her tight.
A special thanks goes out to: White Ivy Because of you, I'm continuing this story.
Chapter 2: An announcement of duty
~*~7 years later(11 years old)~*~
"Malfoy," A snake-like voice could be heard, on a stormy night. Lightning crackled, showing off red snake eyes. "It's time. Put together a group of deatheaters.
A voice came from the door way of a large stone room, "Any ideal people, my Lord?"
An evil grin crept onto Voldemort's face, "In fact, I do. I want Marcia with you. I tire of her. She's not very obedient, and I have a feeling if she stays alive, we could lose the trust of two: Lily and James. In other words, get her killed. If you don't, I kill you. In the meanwhile, I must talk to the Demon Children. So, get to work!"
With those last words, Malfoy scurried hurriedly out, afraid for his life. Voldemort, then walked out of the room.
11-year-old Lily Evens sat on a small bed in a square room. A lamp sits next to her on the lamppost beside her. The light shows brightly in the dark of the room. She snuggled her quilt around her waste, trying her best to get warm. These dungeon-type rooms were most definantly cold, icy cold. She picked up her small book, and opened it. She sighed, when she saw the pages full of history. All she ever wanted was a fantasy book. One of those muggle books that she had heard a lady deatheater talk about to another lady deatheater. She mentioned dragons, fairies, wizards, and witches. Except they were far from real! Suddenly she heard 3 bangs coming from a small wooden door, that doesn't lead out into the hall. She jumped out of her bed, leaving her book open, and her covers strewn about. She put her hand on the icy cold doorknob, and threw it open. A familiar messy jet-black haired boy falls flat on his face, making Lily collapse in laughter. He lifted himself up with his hands, and grinned.
"Hey Lillers!" The boy named James exclaimed. "Mind if I hide in here? Nicky and me are playing hide-and-go-seek. So. he's after me. Mind?"
"Nope. as long as I can play the next round through." Lily stood up, smiling. 'A sure cure to boredom!' Lily thought to herself.
"Why of course, Lilz! Are you saying I would object?" He pretended to wipe away an invisible tear. "Why, I'm hurt! Lily darling," He put on a high pitched, girly voice," The game would be absolutely NO fun without you!"
"From my point of view, you seem to be having plenty of fun without me."
James grinned, "Well, I do have Nicky, and he is fun..."
James stopped talking and jumped behind Lily, as Nick came running, terrified, into the room.
"What's wrong Nicky?" Lily asked, concern written all over her face.
Nick glared at her for a moment, because of his little nickname, but went back to normal, and said, "The Master's coming." Lily paled three times more then normal. James walked out from behind his "hiding place".
A tall figure, with black robes walked into the small room, his pale hands in fists. James wondered how he could do that without cutting himself. After all he had sharp nails and long fingers.
"I'm glad to see you little brats in the same place, that saves me from having to fetch you!" He pulled down his robe, to show an almost inhuman face. He is pale as the whitest moon, had dark black hair, and inhuman, snake-like red eyes.
"Now, I've come to make an announcement, and you idiots better take it to heart, and train extra hard! After you finish your classes, you will go with the deatheaters, and kill muggles, and mudbloods." He looked around, nastily. "Enjoy your free time." With that he turned around, his black robes sweeping behind him.
"Why do I get the feeling that he hates us?" James asked, looking around at the rest. Lily and Nick shrugged.
Anger boiled in James, like an overflowing potion. 'No.' James thought. 'I've gotten used to this all my life, why stop now? Those poor muggles, though how could this happen? No. I just have to get used to it. That's all, I'm just afraid of my duty. That's it.'
'It doesn't seem right,' Thought Lily. 'I guess it is, if James is taking to it, or even if these nice women are accepting it. It's fine. But I can't help feeling a bit uneasy about the duty. No! It's fine, everyone else is accepting it, I will too. Lily shrugged.
Nick thought, 'Sounds fun. Gee the Master's so smart. I'm sure everything's right with this. Positive.'
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~`~3 years later (14 years old)~`~
James stormed down the hall. He was angry, very angry. Voldemort had just assigned a group of deatheaters into a pureblood's home. He couldn't believe it. First Voldemort decides to destroy muggles, now purebloods?
Not watching where he was going, he slammed into someone. He looked up to find lily sprawled on the floor in front of him. He jumped up, and offered her his hand.
"Are you alright?" He asked, looking straight into her eyes. She took his hand, "Yeah." Once up she brushed her black robe off. She then looked up, with caring eyes, "What's wrong? You seem upset."
James sighed and waved the question to the side, "What are you doing out here?" He asked, "Shouldn't you be.?" James trailed off, realizing he was late for training.
Lily chuckled, "Looking for you, silly!" The two started walking down the same way James had been going. "Now, I know some thing's wrong. We ARE best friends!" She put her hand on his shoulder, sending shivers up and down his spine.
'What is that?' He asked himself. "Nothing, nothing." He said too quickly.
Lily sighed, "James." James dodged her eyes. Once she caught his he had to turn away. It seemed as though her emerald eyes could pierce through his veryu soul. They probably could. James, I know you too well, for you to fool me. Now, tell me."
"We're gonna be late," He mumbled. Lily sighed and pulled him into an embrace. He could feel the hug all the way to his bones.
"I may not be able to comfort you with words, but let me comfort you this way."
For the moment, he forgot about what was happening, in the world around him. He was lost in her scent. Her very essence soothed him. He nestled in her soft blood red hair. He held her tight.
A special thanks goes out to: White Ivy Because of you, I'm continuing this story.