Disclaimer: Harry Potter, Hogwarts, or anything that has ever been mentioned in the Harry Potter books does not belong to me. I would like to own them, and make billions of dollars every year, but the only thing in this story that is mine is my plot, if you can call it one. I am simply one of those very sad people who obsess over something that isn't real. So please, don't sue me, all I have that is of any value is a cello and a computer. Thank you for your time.

Chapter Seven

"I swear I do not understand them!" Sirius exclaimed to Remus that night, while watching James mope around as he ate his dinner. The young auror was obviously upset over something, and it was obvious to anyone who knew him that it had to be Lily Evans. They had known him for the last ten years, and she was the only one who had ever made him feel so let down or heartbroken.

"What happened this time, Prongs?" Sirius asked none too delicately.

"She hates me." The somber young man replied. "All I've ever done is love her, and she hates me."

"Prongs, you have to let her live on her own for a while, without you. She has to realize how much you mean to her, and, if your last year at Hogwarts was any indication, you mean a whole lot."

"Dammit, Padfoot, I've been letting her live her own life for the past three years!"

"Just wait and see, Prongs.Iknow Lily. She'll come around.Just wait and see."

Lily sat on a bench in the park near her apartment, thinking. James Potter was so different than he had been. She had never thought about what her life would be like if she had to work with James, and yet hate him at the same time, and found it to her disliking.

She had never truly hated him before, and she doubted very much that she did now. He was just so, well, cold. And heartless. And callous. And unfeeling. And cold blooded. He just didn't seem like the James she had always known. It felt like, well, he was trying to do something, and finding it nearly impossible, and couldn't care less about anything else.

Suddenly, Lily found herself stiff as a board, as a set of blue sparks hit her at full speed. They were followed by three people in black cloaks, each carrying an outstretched wand. They grabbed her and quickly muttered a spell under their breaths, when Lily suddenly slipped into darkness,

When Lily came around, she found herself face to face with someone she had almost forgotten.

"David! What are you doing? Let me go."

The man laughed and replied, "No, my pet. I don't believe I want to do that just yet. You see, my lord wants to ask you a few questions, and then, you're mine."

Lily gasped out loud. "Yours! What are you talking about? Are you mad?"

David laughed again. "Not mad, just hungry. Hungry for the one thing that I've been denied for three years, you." He continued on despite Lily's renewed struggles. "You see, Lily, before you first started dating me, I had been approached by the dark lord to join his servants. I was still wavering when you refused me, and then I went to the dark lord, and, in return for my service, he promised you to me."

Lily stared incredulously at him. "You are crazy!"

"You will soon learn never to question me, my pet. And, now, my lord wished to speak to you."

A cold voice, one that sounded of the sliding of snakes over rocks, rang out in the dungeon. "Hello, Miss Evans. I've been very anxious to meet you."

"What do you want?" Lily spat out, sounding like she had more courage than she truly did. She had been fighting against this man for nearly five years, and here she was, face to face with him, and she was completely helpless.

"Want?" the cold voice laughed. "I want you to tell me everything you know that could be of any interest to me. I want you to tell me everything about the aurors, about the Ministry of Magic, even about James Potter." He laughed again as she visually tightened at the mention of his name. "You do know him, correct? In fact, I believe you may be the one thing I need."

"The one thing for what?" Lily spoke acidly. She knew he was toying with her, knew that he would probably torture he beyond all imagination, and yet she knew that she must refuse to give in.

All that she was working for and trying to accomplish depended on her strength, and if something happened to any of it because of her, she would never forgive herself. And if something happened to James…

"James Potter is the only one who could possibly defeat me." Voldemort snarled. "There was a prophesy, one that stated that the heirs of Gryffindor and Slytherin would one day have a great battle, and on that day one of the houses would be destroyed forever. And so, if I have the one person that James Potter cares about most…"

He traced Lily's cheek with his finger, laughing softly as she recoiled in horror. "Well, then, I believe that I have the upper hand in that situation, for I know that he would give himself up without a second's hesitation for you, Miss Evans."

Lily shuddered, scared out of her wits. "W-what do you mean the person he cares about most? We haven't cared about each other in years. In fact, he hates me now. I don't think he would even consider trying to rescue me, or giving himself up to win my freedom."

Voldemort laughed, a long cold laugh that cut through Lily's flesh and froze her like being pushed into a hole cut into a frozen lake. "No? I assure you, Miss Evans, that he does. You see," and here he met her eyes, and Lily recoiled inwardly at the hate and the evil within them, pouring out, contaminating the air, trying to cut off her air and kill her. "You see, I have a source of information that cannot fail me. Someone inside of that group has turned traitor."

Lily stopped breathing for a minute. If she had been anywhere else, she probably would have screamed, but here she could not show weakness. If one of the marauders, who had always been the closest of close, often thought of as one mind in four bodies, could turn traitor, who could say that it wasn't possible for anyone to.

"Who is it? I know all of them, and none of them strike me as the kind to do that. In fact, I bet you don't have a spy at all, and you're just trying to bluff me into giving you information."

Voldemort laughed again. "Believe me, I am not the kind of person who bluffs. If I didn't have a spy, how would I know about how James Potter kissed you at a double date between your best friends three years ago, or his exact feelings, word for word, for you?

"As those four boys never betraying each other, power is an awesome and mighty thing, which will make even the most loyal fall. And the unlikeliness of it is why he is my perfect spy, for no one suspects it of him."

"Someone will find out eventually, you do know that, right? And then where will you be?"

"Miss Evans, I will be invincible by that time, for both you and James Potter will be dead. Stupefy." And Lily felt herself slip off into unconsciousness, fearing for everything, the past, the present and the future, as the darkness oozed over her like water into sand.

Remus Lupin, as a werewolf, often didn't understand his human friends, and now was one of those times. James had been moping around since he and Lily had been placed on the same assignment, and Remus was entirely sick of it. He had seen Lily a few times around London, and she had looked just as miserable to his highly observant eye.

Being part wolf, he of course didn't understand them. To him, the concept of love revolved around choosing someone, and then staying with them through thick and thin, no matter what happened. They just couldn't seem to do that.

He sighed, glancing over at his best friends again. Sirius was goofing off and imitating someone, Remus suspected Snape, trying to get James to laugh, or at the very least smile. James, however, kept looking down at his plate and grimacing.

Suddenly, an owl fluttered in, and landed right in front of James. He picked the letter up, glanced at it, and then abruptly dropped it and disapparated to god-knows-where. Sirius, looking confused at James's strange behavior, picked up the note and started to read it, then turned white.

Remus asked quickly, "What is it?"

Sirius stared at him as though he had forgotten Remus was still in the room, and choked out, "It's Lily. Voldemort has her."

I feel evil,

oh so evil,

I feel evil,

Like a weevil,

OH JOY!

Lol. I do feel evil though. Poor Lily.

Well, you know the drill. Review. I write faster, then I update. Rinse and Repeat.

Seriously, though, it really helps to know that people actually read my stories. And that they care enough to respond. You guys that have been there since the beginning, ya'll are the best. I cannot convey how much you mean to me.

Now, on to the responding (starts handing out copies of 1001 Ways to Murder a Pettigrew)-

Prongsie-Jamesie- You're welcome. It's one of my favorite imaginary books. And I never lie.

PinkyTheSnowman- It works. But, in all honesty, it's James's fault now.

Sarahpotter- Thank you

queenelf101- Yes, they are in England. I understand the feeling. And that's not really that long. There are some who write 1000 word reviews. Those can be scary.

le manchot du destin- Now that's an idea. HEHEHE. No, it's really James. I think. Maybe.

sweetsoutherngal- Thanks.

lilred-07- No, they're both too stubborn. Sigh.

ourlittlesecret7- Oh, but it is fun. I love to torture you guys.

So long, Fair well,

Sally