Chapter 4:
Lily followed Voldemort through a large door and into a plushly decorated room.
"Do sit Miss Evans," Voldemort gestured vaguely to the abundance of chairs. Lily sank slowly into one but did not relax, every fibre of her being was screaming at her to run, but her brain told her it would be useless, so she remained.
"Very well, here is what you must do to ensure the safety of your beloved parents. I understand that you are a prefect, it is unfortunate you must be a Gryffindor, but one cannot have everything they wish for. You will report to me weekly, anything unusual such as Dumbledore leaving the school or strangers arriving. You will not tell anyone of this arrangement, I will know if you have spoken to anyone Miss Evans! You will also stay away from a certain Mr Potter."
At the sound of his name, Lily made a horrible sound, which caused Voldemort to raise a non-existent eyebrow, "Yes I'd heard of your hatred of Mr Potter. Well then, that part of the bargain should be easy for you to maintain. Any questions Miss Evans?"
"No"
"No what Lily? You are in service to me now and you will treat me with respect!"
"No, my lord."
"That's better, you may go now! We are finished here."
At this began to rise from the chair she was sitting in, when a thought occurred to her, "what about my parents, my lord?"
"Do not concern yourself with such issues, they will be perfectly safe, as long as you hold up your end of the bargain! Now if you would be so kind as to pick up the glass beside you and leave, I am very busy!"
"Very good, my lord." Lily reached for the glass.
"Miss Evans...I will be in touch soon!" With that Lily grasped the glass and felt the familiar tug behind her navel.