"Ah, I feel rested," Voldemort said, surveying his company he found only Lily to still be sleeping.

Following his gaze, Anthony realized he was looking at Lily, and jealousy bubbled as he saw the look in his leader's eyes. Clearing his throat he spoke as calmly as he could, "Should I wake her?"

Voldemort looked at him for a moment as if he didn't remember who he was, then he blinked and was once again himself, "No don't bother. She can tell us what she decided later, I am in no rush."

Anthony nodded, not really trusting his voice not to betray him, and walked away.

When she opened her eyes and sat up she was only mildly surprised to see several of the company staring at her out of the corner of their eyes. Shaking her head at their silliness she turned to see Voldemort looking at her.

"I trust you slept well, Lily," he said coolly.

"I trust you're in a better mood, Tom," Lily said sweetly.

Voldemort stared at her for a moment, than laughed, "I suppose I am."

"Good, so you won't to explain some things to me?" Lily asked nicely.

Still in a jovial mood, Voldemort replied, "Perhaps. Depending, of course, on the questions that you ask."

"So what is all this hype about elementals? What real good could someone like me do in a war, which might I add is against my nature?" Lily asked curiously

He stared at her for a few moments before speaking, "You really don't understand?"

Lily shook her head and Voldemort sighed, "A power - sorry - person like you comes around once in a century, maybe less. Your powers are unmatchable. Not even you will learn the full extent of what you can do. Basically, if you can imagine it you can do it."

"But what if I don't want to be an elemental?" Lily said, knowing the answer that was coming.

"Sadly, it is something you can't choose. And it would do more harm than good to ignore that part of you and hope it goes away," Voldemort told her.

"You're too nice to be the world-conquering type," Lily told him.

"Remember I have other sides," Voldemort told her menacingly.

"I never forget," Lily told him kindly.

"You're just too confusing," Voldemort said, laughing.

"What are you talking about? I am like the simplest person in the world," Lily protested.

"What?" Voldemort scoffed. "You must be referring to someone else."

"I have no hidden motives, no agendas, no schemes," Lily said, ticking them off on her fingers.

"But you walk in and make friends with the two most popular groups in school, who happen to be enemies, you negotiate with a magnificently handsome dark lord," he said winking, "have a group of infamous criminals roast marshmallows, have three fiery wood nymphs come half way around the world to serve you, must I go on?"

"I get your point, but that's all because I am an elemental," Lily said sadly.

"Hmm, I never heard the part where all elementals have criminals roast marshmallows...must have missed that part of the lore," Voldemort said innocently.

Lily playfully swatted him, "You know what I mean."

"Just so we have that clear," Voldemort said equally playfully.

Lily looked around, "Where is everyone?"

"They probably ran off when they heard me laugh," Voldemort said mockingly.

"Well, now that you mention it," Lily said jokingly.

"Ouch," Voldemort said, pretending to nurse his wounded heart.

"Oh, you are just too much," Lily told him. "Let's go find them."

"No need," Voldemort said coolly. Rolling up his sleeve, Lily saw a tattoo of some sort skull and snake. With what appeared to be a great deal of pain, he pushed the image until it glowed, chanting something she couldn't hear. The smoke that came off it told Lily that it was burning him.

Immediately all her companions appeared, the skull and snake burning them as it did him subsided as they entered the camp.