Disclaimer: *sigh* see previous chapters.

Author's Note: Right, probably should wrap up this quick, 6-chapter story. Thanks for the lovely reviews (cough cough three of them cough) . . . Maybe I'll do a longer, more complicated version of this story later on. OK, the end.

Lily screamed, and suddenly the chamber echoed with high-pitched laughter that made the hair on her arms stand straight up. She knew where she was, she knew who HE was, she knew she'd played right into his trap. She started to feel herself withering, but the image of her father's face put strength in her.

Lord Voldemort stood straight up, a full three feet taller than Lily. "Silly mortals," he hissed, "to think love is something real!" He laughed again.

Lily's mouth went completely dry. "Why - what - ?" Her feeble attempts at sounding intimidating were in vain and she stuttered unintelligently, unable to tear her eyes from his horrible face.

"Don't worry," he said mockingly in a pacifying sort of voice, "your precious Thomas had nothing to do with this, although I, a completely different Thomas, have everything to do with this . . . You must be so proud. Your father unleashed the wrath of a thousand universes when he failed to defeat me. As if there was a chance," he scoffed. "But listen to me, babbling on like this, when you must want to die straight away. Let's finish off the Potter clan here and now, while we're all still awake. Avada Kedavra!"

Lily felt completely disoriented and terrified. As soon as she heard the curse and saw the horrible green light, she gasped and knew for sure that this was the very last second of her life.

But five seconds later she was still alive, and Voldemort had fallen backwards. He stood up, shakily, and cursed. "I knew your father would do something like that," he spat.

Lily understood. There was a protective shield around her; Professor Granger had told her about it once, but she'd never really thought about it. Now, she was so thankful to her father that two tiny tears escaped from the corners of her eyes.

"Well, I'll do it a different way. Collapsio!" Voldemort pointed his wand at the nearest marble column, and Lily had just enough time to register what was happening and jump nimbly out of the way. It crashed down in front of her, knocking her down and blinding her with dust.

A second column, on the other side, was falling toward her. She scrambled away from it, but it crushed her foot. Panicked and terrified, she reached in her back pocket for her wand but found that Voldemort was standing above her, smiling gleefully and twirling her wand in his long, white fingers, then steadying it so it pointed straight up toward the ceiling of the chamber. "Collapsio."

Cracks spread across the ceiling in a spiderweb pattern, and chunks of marble rained down on her. A loud, rumbling sound echoed at the other end of the chamber and Lily saw huge pieces of the ceiling loosen their grip and, obeying the pull of gravity, pound into the ground and make their own crater.

The cracks reached the area of the ceiling above her, and Lily used a jagged rock that had landed on her hand to push herself up on one foot, wondering crazily where she could protect herself.

"There is no where to run," said Voldemort's cruel voice. "Prepare to meet dear Daddy."

He was standing behind her. Lily whirled around to face him, and, before either of them knew it, had hit him in the face with the rock she had in her hand. She unleashed her own fury on him, avenging her father's death by causing as much physical harm as possible, before something knocked into the back of her neck and everything went black.

She would learn the story later, when she woke up, of how she helped in a major way to defeat Lord Voldemort. Mostly, though, it was her father who killed him.

Harry Potter had placed a protective charm around his baby daughter before she was even born, knowing she'd have a troubled life even if he had lived. Shortly after, he was murdered and Lord Voldemort rose in power.

The only person who could ever defeat him was Lily Potter, he had discovered, since Harry's blood ran in her veins. With every intention of killing her, he took the form of Thomas Malfoy and took her into the Chamber of Secrets.

He tried to kill her directly, but it rebounded as it had on Harry and hit him. He was no mere human, however, and it only took some of him great power away from him. He had strength enough to finish the girl off, he decided, by killing her indirectly.

What he had not counted on was Harry's spirit in Lily. Her will to survive and her fury fueled her to attack the Dark Lord, who was no longer protected from her fingernails and well-aimed punches. A large part of the ceiling knocked them both out, however, and when Professor Granger arrived, she found them both on the floor looking dead. Lily was tended to, and a dementor was summoned to kiss the unconscious body of Lord Voldemort. His body was placed in a secret compartment under the rails of the Gringott's cart system, and various hexes and curses were placed on it that made it impossible to bring Voldemort back to life.

Lily didn't feel like she defeated him. Scratched his eyes out, maybe, but she knew it was Harry who'd finally finished the task he was destined to do. She was no longer ashamed of his defeat, since he ultimately beat the Dark Lord. She could finally be proud of her father.

Author's Note: Yeah, lame ending, well, I wanted to just finish it. Maybe I'll have a longer version someday. Meanwhile . . . I'm writing under the pen name toastsnatcher (hope it's OK to have 2?) so go check it out, dude. . Bye!