Summary- Lily, Head Girl of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, is kidnapped, nearly seduced, and charmed by the Memory of Tom Riddle. What will happen when he sends her on a mission to seduce, and castrate the young James Potter, when Tom realizes that James's unborn child will be Voldemort's undoing?

Castrating James

by Majestic Waters

Lily Evans, a beautiful red-head (and more commonly known as the Head Girl at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry), was just minding her own business as she walked, alone, to Charms class. It was Monday. Glorious Monday, where Lily could shine, and be recognized as the smartest witch since Rowena Ravenclaw, and be petted by her teachers, and be loved by her peers, and be loved even more by her wonderful boyfriend, Marshall Kline... and be kidnapped.
Yes, indeed, Lily was just minding her own business, when suddenly, a wall opened up to the side of her in the deserted corridor, and a horrid wind blew her inside the gap. Maybe it wasn't such a glorious Monday, after all?
Round, and round, and round she went, spinning... spinning... spinning in the dark abyss. She couldn't see, and the darkness seemed to swallow her whole. Lily was too shocked to scream, but only momentarily; after 5 seconds, or so, of spinning she let out a horrified/terrified yelp of horror/terror, that lasted much longer than most yelps usually do. But soon, the yelling tired her (indeed horrified/terrified screaming was a tedious thing), and she decided to do something more productive while she was in the black warp-hole of doom. But, just when she had resolved to try and do something about her predicament, she plummeted to the hard, slimy, ground.
"Ow...?"
Lily had no clue where she was, and frankly, she didn't much care; she was much too concerned for her bruised bottom and pride, which were both aching rather painfully.
"Ow..."she said again, for lack of something better to say. The large room she was in echoed as she spoke, and since she liked the way her voice sounded in the open chamber, she took the time to make all sorts of animal noises. "CAW!" she crowed, and her voice reverberated, rattling the ancient looking snake statues, and bouncing harshly off a giant statue of a monkey- ish looking character. A strange wind filled the void, flickering the flames in their sconces. Suddenly, she heard a faint hissing sound, but it soon died away, along with her bravado. Lily was beginning to feel scared. She'd never been kidnapped before, (other than the time the Marauders had wanted to play pin the tail on the red-head...).

SWISH! CRACK!
Lily started at the noise, and whipped her head around, quickly. Standing behind her was... the most handsome boy she'd ever seen. He was so... shiny. From the tip of his polished, black boots, to the tip of his slicked dark hair, he was absolutely perfect. He was tall, and pale, yet there was something mysteriously dark about his chiseled features. His gray eyes glistened strangely in the firelight, as he smiled at the dazzled girl at his feet.
"Hello, Lily" he whispered to her. Lily hung on his every word, closing her eyes at his gentle tone. "Do you know who I am...?" She opened her eyes, stared at him, blankly for a second, and then shrugged.
"The man of my dreams...?" she ventured. The lovely specimen of a boy grinned, and nodded. He looked no older than seventeen, yet the hungry look he was giving her suggested that he had experienced much more than any seventeen year-old rightly should. Those eyes were almost... enchanting...?
"Yes, Lily I am.... I love you. Don't you remember...?" Lily suddenly felt very light-headed, and found herself nodding.
"Yes, Tom-Dearest. I remember...." Tom-Dearest...? Woah. Well, actually, now that I think about it... it kind of fits him. 'Tom-Dearest' chuckled, delightedly.
"Good, good. That's My Little Death Flower." He bent and patted Lily's curls, and she leaned into his touch. "You remember that I... own you?" A little flair went off in the back of Lily's mind, but soon died out. The Old-Lily would have slapped the youth (that was currently petting her like a dog), and told him that she was her own person. But, at present, she was finding that she absolutely adored being scratched behind the ears. She made a little moaning noise in the back of her throat, and Tom took that as a 'yes'. Abruptly, he yanked his hand away, and Lily let out a deprived whimper, leaning farther towards him, and almost falling over in the process.
"Now, now, Little Flower. There will be more time for that, later. But now," he grinned even more broadly, "there's work to be done." Tom began to walk away from her, and Lily was on the verge of tears, until she saw him bend down for something, and slither back over to her. He put a bowl full of a clear liquid under her nose, saying, "Here... drink this. I know you must be feeling light-headed. It will help." Lily took the potion from him without hesitation, drinking it in three large gulps. On the contrary, she felt, at least, three-times more light in the head than she had just moments ago, and also felt very... truthful?
"Now, Flower..." Tom smiled, very toothily, "tell me all I need to know about James Potter."
BLACK
When Lily awoke, she was still in the chamber, on the sticky floor. Tom was pacing in front of her, not looking particularly pleased. His brows were drawn together in a frown, he was breathing hard through his wide nostrils, and his lips were pressed tightly together. Suddenly, he snapped back, facing her, with an almost pleading look on his face. "Are you absolutely positive that that's all you know?" Lily gave him a queer look.
"All I know about what?" Tom's eyebrows shot up in surprise, before coming back down in their, now, perpetual frown. He mumbled something like, "mumble, mumble stuff must have worn off mumble," before sighing, shoulders slumped. "I guess I'll just have to live with what you've given me...." He smiled, grimly, before, once again, turning on his charm. "So, Lily... you love me?" Lily nodded enthusiastically. Tom smirked. "Then, would you mind doing me a small favor?" She looked expectantly up at him. "Seduce James Potter for me?" She looked at him with wide eyes, while Tom rolled his. "From what you told me about that conversation of Dumbledore's that you eavesdropped upon-," now Lily looked really confused. "Oh... you wouldn't remember telling me, would you?" he chuckled a bit. "Anyway, that conversation you overheard about the prophecy? It was most interesting. If James is truly to be the bearer of my destroyer, then there's only one thing to do...." Lily cocked her head to the side, and smiled.
"Kill him?" she inquired. The young memory laughed.
"Ha, ha! No, My Little Puppet, (though I do like your enthusiasm). No, I'm afraid he's too well protected by that old-bat of a Headmaster you have to kill him. We'll just have to settle for something a little less savory.... You'll seduce him, and then castrate him. That's the plan, plain and simple!" Lily laughed, clapping delightedly.
"Oh, what fun!"

A/N- Hey, everybody! Yes, I know, I know. I'm ugly, and you don't want me to write another story that I probably won't update, but hear me out! It's summer time! No school! No work! I can write till my ears are dripping with poetic nonsense! I promise, I will update this story, and my others, though I might have to do a little re-writing when it comes to The Game of Seduction. And, no, I don't know why I like the idea of castration so much. It's just a quirk. Thanks for reading and reviewing, (I hope)! The prophecy they're referring to was made by Professor Trelawney, in the fifth HP book, so if you don't know what I'm talking about, turn to page 841 in OoTP.

Next Chapter, (if the reviews are good, anyway)! : James is worried when Lily doesn't show up in Charms, and is even more troubled when she shows up for Potions, looking like a scarlet woman. What happens when she drops her scarab beetles in James's pants? Well, she has to get them out somehow... right? What will Lily's boyfriend, Marshall, think?

See you later!

Love,

Majestic Waters