A/n: Hey! If you don't know who really who Stacey is, she's a character who I introduce and explain in Marauder's Era. In shortest terms, she's a physic muggle-born who has a connection with Voldemort that opens fully on the full moon due to an ancient prophecy, which, besides connecting their minds, also connects their hearts. (In other words, they're in love with each other. Gross, I know, but, hey…)

Nolwe the Lady Dragon: Yes, it was quite sad wasn't. It doesn't get any better, I can promise you that. But, I'm so glad you like it! Thanks!

Chapter 5

It was the full moon on Halloween. Stacey was in her room in her manor in Southern Scotland. She stood in the middle of the room, calm as can be, prepared for what was to come. He came to her every full moon. Most of the time though, he even made her come to him. It didn't really bother her. After all, she was in love with Voldemort.

She sighed, looking at the wall, waiting for the inevitable. Her heart was pounding. No matter how much she detested it, she was in love with him, and every night of the full moon, her heart always pounded, always anxious to see him again after the month of being apart. No matter what she told herself, and no matter what anyone else said, she was madly in love with Voldemort, and that fact would always remain.

Damn that prophecy sometimes…

She looked at the clock on her bedside table, and the time was almost there. She smiled… She was excited, and she knew she shouldn't be… Peter had betrayed James and Lily; he was a follower of Voldemort. She had been having a bad feeling ever time she had thought about him or saw him (which wasn't often) since she had found out. When that had happened, she had cried her eyes out and demanded Voldemort to send her home. But he wouldn't allow her to be alone. He cancelled the death eater meeting going on at that the time (a shock to all of his followers for sure) and then took her home himself. He lay in bed with her, and comforted her. Before it was time for him to go, he put the pact on her, making it so that if she told anyone about Peter then she would die, and that didn't help things, and things had only seemed to be getting worse. Peter was feeding information to Voldemort, and there was nothing she could do…

Something was not right, and she knew it. Her intuition was too good to be led astray. But… Voldemort had put a pact on her, that if she ever told, she would die. It's not that he didn't love her, but he was very selfish, and wanted to get what wanted, and if he had to take certain… precautions… so she didn't mess anything up, then so be it. That didn't make her any calmer at all. He was planning something, and he was way too good at keeping things from her. He just didn't think about it when their link opened.

Then suddenly Stacey gasped as she felt the link open, and then she felt his presence. She started to smile, and then she realized where he was… and what he was planning to do… She gasped again, and almost screamed. He was at James and Lily's house. He had been thinking about it for forever, and then that damned prophecy… Poor Harry… He wasn't old enough to really talk, and here he was being said that he would kill Voldemort or Voldemort would kill him.  No one should have their life practically planned out for them before they can even think for themselves. Stacey knew how it felt, and she didn't like it then, and she really doesn't like it any better now.

 "Voldemort, NO!" She screamed, knowing very well that he could hear her. "Please don't! I'll – I'll do anything! I -" She stopped. She knew one that she was sure would make him stop… "I'll – I'll give myself to you. I'll –" She gulped. "I'll let you take me." She lowered her head in shame. Even after all these years, they had never made love. She refused it. It's not that she didn't want to. Oh, dear, no, she was in love with him. Of course she wanted to. It was just that she would not give Voldemort an heir.

Not surprisingly, Voldemort materialized in front of her. He cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her passionately, a kiss that left her breathless. His kisses had always left her breathless. Running a finger along her face, and looking her straight in her eyes with a superior look, he said, "I shall remember that," and, surprisingly, dematerialized.

Tears started streaming down her face. "NO!" She screamed. "PLEASE, DON'T, PLEASE! NO!" It hadn't worked. She had agreed to let him take her, something he had wanted to do for a while, and he had said no.

Because of her link with him, she could still "see" him. She could see what he was doing, and it was killing her. She screamed her protests as he went to the Potter's house. James stood there, defying Voldemort and protecting his family to the last, but alas, it didn't work.

James stood there defying Voldemort, not allowing him to get anywhere near his family. But, with Voldemort's voice crying, "AVADA KEDAVRA!" James screamed aloud and fell down. He was dead.

Tears started streaming harder down her face. James was gone. This love-hate relationship she had with Voldemort was at its strongest point. She loved him so much, but she hated him for the things he did, and he knew it. She screamed her protests and James death, and she could tell that he could not stand her intrusion, but it's not as if he had a choice. Then he moved more into the house, and then found Lily, who was protecting her son, Harry, dutiful mother to the last. She could see her hurt over her husband, and her defiance at Voldemort. As if she would hand over her own son!

"Stand aside, girl!" Voldemort hollered at Lily.

Lily stood there in front of Harry, unrelenting. "No! Please!" She cried, trying to be reasonable. "Please, take me instead. Please, don't kill Harry, please."

But why wasn't Voldemort just going to kill Lily and Harry both? Why? Why did he tell her to move aside? This would puzzle Stacey until the end of Voldemort's final reign.

"I said stand aside." Voldemort ordered.

But Lily wouldn't have it. And, in the end, Voldemort killed Lily, and Stacey screamed again. Lily was gone, too. Voldemort had made Harry an orphan. Poor boy… She cried, not wanting to believe it. They were gone, James and Lily were dead, gone forever, and their 1 year old son was soon to join them.

But… when Voldemort tried the killing curse on Harry, the strangest thing happened… The curse rebounded off onto Harry and onto Voldemort! Stacey cried out harder than she ever had in her life. Now he was gone, too… First James, then Lily, and now, instead of their son, Harry, her love, Voldemort… She fell to the ground, in absolute pain over what had transpired this night… Her life was not fair. Why couldn't things go right for once? First, she's a psychic. Second, she's practically alienated at her school because of it. Third, her life's basically controlled by a damned prophecy. Fourth, she's in love with the worst wizard ever to come against the safety of the Wizarding world. Fifth, she loses two of the only friends she has, and then, sixth, she loses the man she loves! What next!

Then she felt something… Her link was still activated! He wasn't dead! Her tears didn't lessen, but it was a relief to know that he wasn't dead. She hadn't lost him yet…

She cried herself to sleep that night. It was upsetting. James and Lily were gone, and poor Harry an orphan. She was not celebrating that night like the rest of the Wizarding World. She had no right to.

The next night, her personal maid, Sara, came and woke her up. Her eyes were filled with concern at seeing her mistress lying on the floor.

"Is He still with you?" She asked, and it took her a second to realize who she meant: Voldemort, of course.

"Yes, he's still with me." A ghost of a smile flitting across her features. "He's not gone completely." It just wouldn't be the same. He could never be with her… He might as well have died…

Sara helped her into bed, glad that she was okay. Later, she came back in woke her up, saying that Evening Prophet had come in. Was it that late? Stacey thought.

Stacey gasped as she read the headline article. As soon she had read it, she decided that there was someone she needed to see as soon as possible next morning…

A/n: R/R! Hope you enjoyed! Maybe this'll give a little more insight to Stacey's character. Not so much a Mary Sue now, is she? Anyway, it's late tonight and past my bedtime, so I will post this whenever I get the chance tomorrow. I hope you enjoyed! (I'm going to look over this tomorrow before I post it, though. I may want to make it more heart-wrenching. Will let you know if I do!) R/R!

A/n2: Well, I did change it a little, but not that much adjustment. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it. R/R!