Disclaimer: I keep telling myself I'm a famous author, but self esteem only takes you so far…

A/N: This is for Rachel, who's going to kick my butt for procrastinating, 'cos I told her I'd have it in like a looooooooong time ago. Sorries!

JANUARY 31, 06 SIXTH YEAR (heehee, just realized I haven't changed the date in forever!)

Voldemort smiled. Actually smiled. He didn't smirk, his lips didn't simply twitch, he smiled (A/N: Yeah, Voldemort smiled. Suck it up). As would anyone whose evil plot turned out the way he wanted. Lily was the perfect heiress—the reason he sought her out, risked exposure to catch her. She was brilliant—much like himself—she was powerful, a leader, quick-witted. And a Slytherin to boot.

The only thing that had Voldemort worried was the Potter boy. He was persistent, that one. Perhaps he would be cowed by the fact that his little Slytherin friends had been done-in. Perhaps not. Voldemort's smile faded, replaced by an unattractive grimace. Potter.

If anyone ever annoyed me, it would be the Potter boy, Voldemort thought. The more Voldemort thought, the more he realized that Potter had to be taken out. His presence was dangerous to the Dark Lord's plans. If Potter snuck back into the castle and tried his hand at winning over Lily… he just might succeed. Then all would be lost.

The very redhead of Voldemort's thoughts hovered in his doorway. She was dressed in green robes of a thin, floaty, green satin. They moved like water as she walked, coming to kneel before her father.

"Child," he said gently. Lily lifted her face to the man, and he cupped her chin in his hand. "You are my only daughter." He paused for a moment, thinking over what he was about to ask of her.

"Father, whatever you wish, it will be done," she insisted.

"It is not an easy task, Daughter. It requires sly and cunning, which I know you have. Most importantly, however: you can not get caught."

"What is it, Father?" she entreated.

"I want you to go back to Hogwarts…"

"And?"

"And kill Potter." Lily paused for a moment, thinking the task over. "Carefully."

"A potion?" she asked. Voldemort smiled.

"Of course."

"I'll leave in one week," she said firmly, standing and exiting the room. Voldemort looked after her. She was so perfect for the task. Silly of Dumbledore to think that he could change the heir of Voldemort. His honest-to-god daughter.

A/N: Who saw that coming? Everyone who saw it say aye. Everyone opposed say nay. Thank you. Good night.

Luv much,

Sam