Chapter 5

A/N: Hey guys... In this one the POV switches a bit. It starts with Snape and then goes back to Lily. I thought I might as well clear that up so that I don't confuse anybody. Please review!

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"Severus, have you done the deed?" A cold, high pitched voice said from the shadows.

"Yes, milord," Severus replied, keeping his voice and face calculatedly blank. "I have no loyalty to anyone except you, milord." He bowed his head low with respect.

"Excellent," he practically hissed. Then he said something in parseltongue that Severus couldn't make heads or tails out of, but Nagini let out a hiss in response.

He shivered. That snake seemed terrifyingly human to him. The conversations she shared with his master fascinated him almost as much as they scared him.

"It is fascinating, isn't it? The way human and snake can converse as equals?" The Dark Lord seemed pleased, but Severus was startled.

Was there anyway that his master could read minds? He thought panicking. The thought seemed highly likely. It sent shivers down his back just thinking about it. How many private memories could he see? Severus didn't want anyone to know that his father had been a crazy, common, filthy, drunken muggle. It was far too embarrassing and it might affect His Lord's decision whether to induct or incapacitate him.

He realized that everyone at the meeting was looking at him expectantly. "Yes, milord," he whispered modestly. He prayed that Lord Voldemort wouldn't find his delayed answer to be rude.

"You have a burning desire to be part of our society," Voldemort murmured, half to himself.

The young greasy haired boy nodded excitedly. This was it. He had done the deed that was assigned to him. He had given Lil- that mudblood Evans his master's warning. He would show her and that cocky toe-rag Potter that he could be better than them. Hell, he already was.

And his father… there were a few words that he would like to say to him once- no if- (his Master didn't like pride) - he became a Death Eater. He would make his filthy muggle father sorry he was ever born.

"You are also eager to please…," Lord Voldemort let his voice trail off for a moment before continuing on with is speech. "But you have had a troubled past. I hope I am correct in assuming that those past experiences won't affect your decisions if you become a part of our society." He emphasized if like he wanted to make a point about pride.

"Yes milord," the boy whispered breathlessly.

"I feel that you shall serve me well, Severus," the pallid man said, looking close to pleased. "Come up here."

The boy nearly tripped over his own feet in his excitement. The other Death Eaters in the room looked at him appraisingly. They supposed he could do.

"Give me your left arm," Voldemort ordered. Severus complied.

The Dark Lord pulled out his want and muttered an incantation. He began burning a dark mark on Severus's arm. It didn't hurt very much at first, but soon the burning sensation got much worse and he had to clench his teeth against the feeling. "Welcome to the Knights of Walpurgis, Severus. I know you will serve me well."

"Y-yes master, thank you!" He exclaimed, dropping his composed demeanor in a moment of excitement. This was it. He was in. He had made it.

It wouldn't matter now that Lily was going to hate him forever. He had ensured himself a spot amongst the purest of the pure-bloods. And maybe eventually, Lily would warn up to the idea and join them. He thought he had met his destiny.

There was no way of telling how long she lay there. It could have been an hour; it could have been five minutes. She was exhausted and her bones were screaming in pain at her every move as she forced herself to grab her wand and get to her feet. It had been raining for the past few-how long had it been - and she was soaked to her skin.

Sopping wet and trying to stem the blood flow from her cheek, she managed to make her way to her car. She drove home as fast as she could, controlling the urge to apperate right from the middle of the street back to her house to check on her parents.

She got back home, nervous about what she was going to see. If Death Eaters could find her at a ballet conservatory, they could most definitely find her house. Lily tentatively stepped into the kitchen, only to see it just as she had left it. She let go of a breath she didn't know she had been holding.

"Hi mum, hi dad," Lily said, the relief was evident in her voice.

"Oh my goodness Lily, what happened to you?" Her mother fussed.

"Oh, this," she said pointing to her cheek. She practically kicked herself for not healing it before she got back. "It's no big deal." Lily quickly cast a healing charm on her cheek so it wouldn't worry her parents. She inhaled sharply as her cheek went from burning hot to freezing cold really cold in a matter of seconds. "There, see, it's all better."

"Then let's get you nice and cleaned up shall we? Go take a shower, I'll make some hot chicken soup," her mother said suspiciously. She draped a towel from the clean-laundry hamper around her skinny shoulders.

Lily nodded and made her way to the bathroom. She turned on the hot water and let it run over her still throbbing skin and sore muscles. She noted vaguely that she would have to make a pain-relieving potion for the crutiatus curse since muggle medicines didn't work on it, but at the moment, she didn't even feel up to brewing a simple Cure for Boils. All she wanted to do was curl up on her soft bed and fall asleep.

After a few more minutes of this warm, blissful oblivion, she turned off the hot water, pulled a fluffy white towel around herself, and changed into a pair if pajama pants and a baggy t-shirt. She wrapped her hair in the towel and limped into the kitchen.

Her mother had whipped up a steaming hot bowl of chicken soup that looked like heaven to the exhausted girl. She settled into the chair with a sigh and proceeded to devour the soup like a starving wolf.

"Mm, Mum, this soup is the best thing on earth," she said groaned as she felt the hot liquid warm up her throat, sore from all that screaming.

"Well, drink up, darling, there's no hurry," her mother said, an amused grin playing the corners of her mouth as she watched her daughter practically inhale the rest of her chicken soup.

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