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A/N: Hey people, this is my first time in fanfiction writing, so please be kind and constructive in your reviews. I hope you like this.

Chapter 1

A girl stood at the edge of the cliff, her cloak and dark auburn hair billowing in the wind. She watched the setting sun slowly tinge the sea red. Her green eyes clouded over at this. Red—how I loath that color, it reminds me of blood. Wasted blood.

She sat down and wrapped her cloak around her. In the silence, she let the things that transpired a while ago replay in her mind….

--flashback--

She was working on a report about her previous assignment when someone knocked on her door. Not waiting for her reply, a tall man came in and walked towards her.

"Was there something you needed, Mr. Avery?" she inquired in a cold voice. She reached at the back of her robe for her wand, and readied it behind her if the need arises. With Avery around, one isn't too careful.

"No need for formalities, Evans. I was sent here to give you this." He handed her a green folder. She stared at it for a moment before accepting it. She didn't look too happy.

"Another assignment? And so soon too." She opened the folder and scanned the papers, and then she froze. She looked up from it, face pale but emotionless. She saw Avery smirk.

"Thank you, Mr. Avery, you may close the door after you leave," her voice was still cold, but now there was a faint tremor in it.

Avery turned away, and walked towards the door. Just as he reached for the knob, he turned around again, and paused.

"And one more thing, Evans. Lord Voldemort wants to see you. He wishes to discuss this little… assignment of yours." And with one last smirk, he exited the room. 

She stood there, staring at nothing in particular. Her hands tightly gripped the folder, and one could almost see it tremble. No doubt, she was shaken, a rarity for her.

The grandfather clock behind her chimed midnight, and she started. Voldemort wished to see her, and it was already late. The corridors weren't safe at this hour, so she decided to apparate instead. A very dangerous thing, considering she's still fifteen and underage, but no matter, the Dark Lord taught her well.

In a blink of an eye, she was gone.

She apparated into a cozy-looking study; it was quite a stark contrast to the cold castle. In front of the fire was an armchair. She cleared her throat to inform the person in that chair of her presence. As expected, that person stirred in his seat.

"Ah, Lily… you are here now," the voice was deep, and almost kind. Aside from her parents, he was the only one to call her by her first name.

"Come, come, and take a seat. It's nice to see you again, Lily," the voice went on, but she wished it would stop.

"You wanted to talk to me, my lord?"

"Yes, and I still do." He paused and turned to face her, and Lily could now see him properly. He was a very handsome man, though age tarnished this a little. His dark brows furrowed, and a troubled look passed his eyes.

"Lily, do you detest me?" he silently asked.

"Not I, my lord," came her cold reply, and she looked away.  A sad chuckle escaped him, and he sighed.

"Lily, you have been like a daughter to me. I've watched you grow into a wonderful young lady, since that night I found you in the rain and took you in. So please believe me, my dearest Lily, when I say that it grieves me so to give you this assignment. Now, I ask you again, Lily, do you detest me?"

This time, silence answered him. He shook his head wearily, and true sadness now echoed in his voice.

"I couldn't blame you for being mad at me, my child, I perfectly understand." He paused and looked at her face for any sign of emotion. When he saw none, he went on, his eyes never leaving her face. "After all, it isn't every day that a girl is asked to kill her own family."

"Indeed, it is not."

"But Lily, you have to understand, this must be done. The Evans's, your family, are great wizards, and they refused to join my forces. Not only that, they decided to side with our opponents, the so called 'good forces'. That is why I have to do what I have to do. After all, sacrifices—— "

"—must be made. Yes, yes, I know that already," Lily cut him off icily.

How many times had she heard him say that? Countless. During her first months with him, he had explained to her his cause, why he had killed all those families and muggles. At first, it was hard to understand, especially to an eight-year old Lily. But Voldemort was a patient man, and finally, Lily understood.

Tom Marvolo Riddle dreamed of a peaceful wizarding world, and he was one of the very few wizards who understood the danger the muggles and muggle-born wizards pose to this peace. He never killed anyone without reason, and now he was being persecuted by the very people he tried to protect. Ironic indeed.    

"Tom, there is no need to explain," she said softly. She was the only one who calls him that. "But what I don't understand is that, why me?"

"Because, Lily, you were once with them. They are your family."

At this, Lily looked at him sharply. No, they are not her family. They ceased to be that after they threw her out in the rain when they saw in their crystal ball and tea leaves that Lily will one they bring them misfortune. It turned out that she was going to bring them misfortune.

Voldemort noticed that look, and he massaged his temple with a hand. "Lily, I do not know what happened that night I found you, but whatever it was, it must hurt. Lily, I'm very sorry, but you have to do this." He straightened up a bit, and then went on.

"As I was saying before, I chose you because, being your family, you know them best. It would also lessen the chances they may figure out that it is I who sent you. I doubt that they know you are with me presently. Besides, you are the best in this kind of job, Lily."

"I understand now, my lord."

"And Lily, you know the rule. You mustn't leave any witnesses."

Lily nodded silently. A troubled look clouded Lily's face, and when she looked up, her emerald eyes were filled with confusion. It was the first time that day that she showed emotion.

"Is there something wrong, Lily?"

"No, nothing. It's just that, they did hurt me back then, and yet, I feel terrible about… eliminating them. Really terrible"

"I know, my dear, I know. My father was horrible to me as well, but I never did take pleasure in killing him. Never."

Then an idea hit him, and his eyes brightened slightly.

"I tell you what. After this assignment, you may ask me anything you want, and I promise you, I will give them to you." He gave Lily a fatherly smile, and he was well rewarded with a small smile in return.

"Thank you, Tom."

He looked away, his eyes suddenly misting. He had an idea of what Lily was going to wish for, and granting it may be the hardest thing he had to do.

When he looked back, Lily was gone.

"Oh, Lily."

--end flashback--

A lone sea gull uttered a cry, and Lily started. It was already dark, and the night was chilly. She drew the cloak tighter around her as she stood up, and with one last look at the sea, she turned around.

Tonight, she's going to do the hardest thing in her life, and tonight, she is going to cry.

The wind howled, as Voldemort's most skilled assassin headed towards her former home. This isn't the first time she killed, but she knew this is going to be the last.

She walked in the darkness, thinking. She knew now what she's going to ask Voldemort for—that he let her go.

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A/N: Hey, I kinda reposted this cause I suddenly can't find my fic on the net. I don't know what happened to it. Can somebody tell me what's going on? Like I said, I'm new to this whole FanFiction.Net thing, so please help me out. Thanks.