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A/N: Hey it's me! Duh. But, really, I'm LOVING the support! Now for some blatant self promotion.

I am Up to No Good: COME ON! It needs reviews too! I luff this one! Written from the standpoint of Aliep (my female Marauder), from first year to L and J's death and whatnot. I'm not done, yet, but PLEASE read it! Even if you don't like it! No one reads it, and it's driving me nutty! And if you read it, REVIEW! Please? I love all of you guys, and as soon as summer comes around, I'm going down the list of all my reviewers and reviewing all their stories. I promise! So please?

Marauders' Notations: It's just a wacky short story with the Marauders at Hogwarts. Remus gets stuck under a table with his fanclub, Sirius and Lily end up hiding from an evil mutant bunny together in a cupboard, and Harry winds up in the wrong era. It's quick and funny ,and it has like TWO REVIEWS.

Ps… if you've read AND REVIEWED either aforementioned story, I LOVE YOU! LUFF LUFF LUFF!

JANUARY 28, 06 SIXTH YEAR

In the dead of the night, when Madam Pomfrey Sr.'s snores could be faintly heard from her office, the redhead slipped out of bed. She winced slightly as her bare feet came in contact with the icy floor of the Hospital wing. She was alone, so she changed into the now clean clothes she had come from Voldemort's castle in. The girl slipped on shoes, and with a wave of her wand, opened the hospital windows. It took a single backward glance before she knew what she was doing was right. She had to get away from the insanity of this place. Bloody Potter.

.xXx.

It was Sirius who discovered Lily missing, on an early-morning adventure to the hospital wing. The old patron wasn't even awake yet. When he saw the empty bed, he knew what had happened. He didn't need to check the lavatory or whatnot. He knew Lily had gone back to the man she saw as her father.

"MADAM POMFREY!"

.xXx.

Voldemort, perhaps, was the only person not worried about Lily. He knew she would be back. So when he heard the sound of timid feet swish-swish-swishing into his room, he wasn't surprised when he looked up and found the pretty redhead standing before him.

"Father," she sad, bowing deeply.

"How did you find your way back here, daughter?"

"It's the stars, you know."

"Of course, my flower. Now, let's get you presentable, shall we? We have a ceremony to finish."

.xXx.

Dumbledore looked Lily's empty bed over with tired eyes.

"She's gone," he confirmed.

"What are we going to do?" asked a frantic James, eyes wide and hectic.

"Search the castle!" Sirius suggested.

Wearily, the old man shook his head. "She's gone back to Voldemort. There's no saving her now."

"I didn't mean to hurt anyone," James whispered, sinking to his knees.

"This is not your fault, James. Voldemort is no one's fault." James didn't pay attention.

.xXx.

Trista, Shawn, and Jay were quietly enjoying mugs of Butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks when the room quite literally exploded. Above the screams and shouts, through the smoke and falling debris, they saw, felt, Voldemort advancing on them. Cornered like wild game, they were trapped.

.xXx.

Screaming, sobbing students burst into Hogwarts castle. Teachers collected from their jibberish speaking that Hogsmeade had been attacked. Aurors were there now. It was Voldemort himself, they said. Three students had been killed. When asked who, they only said through trembling lips, that it was three sixth year Slytherins: two girls and a boy.

.xXx.

Lily, now full heiress and Death Eater, went to sleep content those nights. Her father said he had killed the three traitors who had taken her away from him. He said everything would be okay. He said nothing could touch them now.

In the day, she studied the arts of being a Death Eater. The evenings she spent with her father, just talking. He was an immensely intelligent man, and she greatly respected him.

As far as Lily could tell, her life was perfect. She had no worries, no cares. All she had to do was what she was told. She was praised by her tutors, cherished by her father, and nearly worshipped by just about everyone else. She lived in the lap of luxury and had everything handed to her on a silver platter. Sometimes quite literally.

What could go wrong?

A/N: sorry it was short. But I'm on a roll here! Third chappie I've posted in like two days! Come on, you love me!