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Chapter Twelve: Welcome to my Family.

"We should really get back," Lily said, between kisses, "We've .. I .. You," she had given up. James was kissing her too much for her to speak.

"Why?" James said, pulling away, gasping for air. "We don't have to," he added, putting on a puppy face.

Lily smiled and kissed him again, "I need to," she said, "I'm meeting someone at midnight. They'll be waiting."

"But, don't you want to be with me?" James put on his puppy dogface again.

"Of course I do, trust me, I really do," Lily said, rubbing his smooth cheek, "I just want to tell them that I'm busty with you then they can talk to me later, OK?"

"Promise you'll be back in ten minutes?" James said, grinning.

"I promise," and she kissed him again and ran off to the great Hall.

As Lily closed the portrait, James jumped into the air and said, "Yes!"

~*~*~* In the Great Hall.

Lily looked round and saw a boy with black hair, sleek black by the fireplace, holding a golden rose. He was tall, but not as tall as James was, and his eyes were black, but Lily thought she saw a bit of red in them.

She nervously walked up to him and said, "Hello," like the old Lily would.

He looked at her and smiled. Not a grin but a smile. His eyes moved up and down her body then he started to circle her. Lily felt like she was naked or an animal in a zoo.

The boy faced her and bowed, holding out the rose, saying, "My lady."

"Err.. Thank you," Lily took the rose and held it to her breast. It was so delicate and gentle, that she was afraid of dropping it.

"Come with me," he said, taking her hand and leading her to the fireplace.

All round the boy and lily went foggy, like they were in a steamy room. It wasn't until ten minutes of walking in that fog that Lily knew where she was; she was in a graveyard. Millions and millions of graves were there, and it made Lily sick. This graveyard was the one with the Gave of Elizabeth Louise Evans.

"Why are -" Lily began but saw the boy look at a grave. She walked over and read: Lucy Emma Riddle, a beloved mother and daughter.

"You're not the only one whose lost a mother, in this graveyard." He looked up at her, then back at the grave, "But it was worst for you. You actually got to speak to yours. "He wiped his eyes with the back of his sleeve. He stood up and looked at Lily.

"Lily, I wanted to speak you because I want to make a deal," he said, as calmly as possible.

"I ain't making any deal until I know who you are," Lily said, trying not to be scared.

He laughed and said, "Very well, I am Tom Riddle."

"T-Tom Riddle!" she shieked, "You're-You're!"

"That's right," and he turned round then faced her again, with an utterly different face. His eyes were completely red and they were snakelike. He had pale skin and long fingers. He had a completely bald head and there was not loveable side of it. "I'm Lord Voldermort."

~*~*~*~*~*~*

Krista and Alexis walked through the portrait hole and saw James, smile widely, like he had just been called the 'Greatest Quidditch Player in the World'. "James, have you seen Lily?" Krista asked, raising a brow. "And why are you so happy about, Mr I've-Just-Got-My-Nose-Nearly-Broken?"

"What? Lily's not in the Great Hall?" James's smile vanished and his worried look was on. "She said she was meeting someone!"

"Oh, that's right, her secret admirer!" gasped Alexis, "She probably gone off and snogging him right now - What is it James?"

"She can't bloody snog someone!" James shouted, running his fingers through his jet-black hair. "She just can't!"

"And why on earth not?" Alexis shouted, "Just because she's your bet, doesn't mean she can't kiss someone!"

"She can't do anything with a boy because I love her!" James bellowed, "and she loves me too." he mumbled.

"Well, I wasn't expecting that," Alexis laughed, rolling her eyes to the ceiling.

"Oh, she told you then?" Krista smiled. James looked at them shocked.

"You knew? You knew that she liked me?" James stammered, surprised.

"C'mon, girls don't gossip for a reason!"

~*~*~*~*~*

Lily felt like running but her legs didn't move. She felt like scream her lungs out but they didn't move either. She was perfectly still.

"As I was saying my dear," Lord Voldermort said, "You and I should have a deal. You see, with one powerful wizard, like myself I cannot perform a spell to get my Mother back, but with two; we can do great thing. All I ask is that you help me with this and something else.."

"You can-can't raise the dead, it's impossible, even for wizards and what the other thing?" Lily was scared out of her wits but her voice was causal.

"Ah, but that is where you are wrong. There is a dark magic, that can bring back that dead, but they are only are allowed out at night. A kind of Vampire, but no hungry for blood and dead. Well, I need a boy, in your house," he replied, "Have you heard of a James Potter?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*

"I can't find her anywhere!" James bit his lip, walking up and down the common room. "Where can she be?""

"Don't worry James. That girl knows how to protect herself. She's Ok, you'll see," Krista replied, but not to convinced with herself.

"What if she's in danger?" What if she in the Forbidden forest?" James was on the verge of tears. He couldn't just lose the girl he just said she loved him. "Lily, please! Please be OK, I need you." ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"James?" Lily gasped, why him? She thought as she said, "Why James?"

"Well, he is in a pure blood family, and well, not trying to diss mud- muggleborns but, Pureblood have a secret power in their blood. It takes a powerful spell to get that power." Lily was about to say something but he said, "I need that power to raise our mothers. You would like to talk to her again, wouldn't you?"

Lily looked like she was about to cry. If Voldermort said was true, then she had a choice: To see her mother or James?

"What if I say no?" said Lily, gulping back the tears. "What- What if I say no to the deal and walk off?"

"Then I will do this," He waved his wand and a small TV screen popped up. On it, Lily saw her Dad and her Sister, sitting on the sofa, in their living room. Voldermort waved his wand again and Lily watched her Dad and sister, drop down dead.

"NO!" Lily screamed, tears stinging her face, "You Bastard! Daddy, Petunia!"

"Calm down, Lily," Voldermort said, coolly, enjoying her dismay, "It was only a clip, and your family are alive as you and me. Now, do you want your family to die or just James Potter?"

"No," she gulped, on her knees, crying her heart out, "I can't choose."

"Yes, you can, I'll make you," he pointed his wand at her. "Goodbye, Lily, nice knowing you."

"Okay, Okay! I'll do it!" She didn't want to die, how selfish it sounded, but she really didn't want to die. Not like this.

"Excellent," he said, "Get up, Evans." She obeyed, feeling like a lifeless puppet.

He grabbed her arm and said a long word that Lily couldn't make out. A minute later, he let go of it and said, "Welcome Lily, to my family."

Lily, shakily, looked down at her arm and saw a skull tattoo, with a snake as a tongue.

I'll never forgive myself for this, and no one will either, Lily thought, as she sobbed to the ground, clasping to her knees, whilst Lord Voldemort, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, laughed evilly at the depressed and alone Lily Evans who was lost again.