Note My first Harry Potter fic. This is hopefully a Lily and James work, but it might change over the um...chappers. Thanks a bunch. Now enjoy
Lord Voldemort
Lily watched a man make flames with his wand. He wove his and in tight little patterns of figure eights and triangles within triangles, while at the same time, changing the red flames to different hues of blue and green. Children surrounded the man in a circle, with adults in the back watching him juggle balls of flames in his free hand. It was, all together, the most wonderful show Lily had ever seen.
Finally, with a wave of his wand, the man created a soft explosion. The air thickened as a a neon pink fog covered the man, then disappeared as it started to rain flowers. The man stood in the middle of the street and sneered at the children as they danced around the wonderful flowers. Lily saw something those his dark, beady eyes. Was it loathing?
Lily didn't gave long to ponder her new discovery, for two business looking men appeared around the man, drawing their own little sticks. Lily could faintly hear what they were saying.
"That's it Tom. The Department of Magical Jobs has told you off for your little scenes long enough. The first man said. His face was as hard as stone, but his eyes twinkled with an inner youth.
"I'm just trying to make a living." Tom said sarcastically.
"Jordan, Go back to HQ and tell them I'm bringing in Tom Riddle." The first man said. The other man disappeared from his side with a rather loud pop. The first one turned to Tom, who was shaking with rage.
"MY NAME IS NOT RIDDLE!" he yelled.
Both men lowered their wands at each other, but Tom was faster. He muttered a few words and woe his hands in complicated gestures in the air. Underneath him came a torrent of flames. The businessman was yelling, "STUPIFY," and sending head sized balls of red ribbons at Tom, who laughed as they bounced off his fire. Laughing like a madman, Tom pointed at the ground with his wand, and sat there as the explosion struck.
Lily watched as the whole street was covered in black flames. When they departed, a small crater covered the small lane of Diagon Alley. Bits and pieces of the children lay everywhere with the adults who cried at their losses. At the bottom of the crater was a small pile of gold. But the gold and gore didn't hold Lily's eyes. They were locked on a skull of green smoke with a snake sticking out of its open mouth. Beneath it in red fire was a word that would later strike fear to all hearts:
Voldemort