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Chapter 2,

Lily stared silently at her bedroom wall for a long time. She could hear her sister in the hallway walking from the bathroom to her bedroom. She heard the heavy footsteps of her father as he made his lonely way to bed. She took off the black clothing and threw them into the hamper.

She hadn't finished getting dressed when sat on her bed again. Her mother's funeral had gone well, many people came. But the entire time Lily wanted to run into the comfort of her angel. Now that she was alone, she still didn't call to him. She didn't know what to say. In the morning she would return to school. She would try to return to normalcy.

With a heavy heart she fell onto her bed still clad only in her underwear and fell asleep.

The hustle and bustle of the school was unwelcome to Lily. She didn't want anybody to be happy. She was angry at the group of girls giggling over the newest heartthrob. She was envious of the quidditch teams, excited for the game. She wanted the world around her to end the way the world inside her had.

Lily suddenly felt a bubbling anger in her chest. Petunia had been able to say goodbye. She had been holding her mother's hand when she died. Lily had been at school, suffering through another history of magic lesson. Lily hadn't seen her mother after she died. From what her father said, her mother looked bad. Bruised and wounded. A car had run a red light, she had been told, and they had to pry her out of the car.

Without realizing where she was going, Lily ended up in the room of requirement. Before she could stop herself she called for her angel.

You've been quiet lately.

"My mother…" Lily began, she hesitated, began crying and sank to the floor.

There, there my pet, her angel said comfortingly, tell me everything.

"She was in a car accident." Lily sobbed. "Some monster ran a red light and slammed into the side of her." Lily looked towards the heavens. "I didn't get to say goodbye! I didn't get to tell her that I loved her!"

Everything will be alright again, Lily, the pain will ease.

"Will it?" Lily asked. "I mean I barely accept that my mommy is gone forever." She sniffed and a tissue appeared. She blew her nose and took another one and dabbed her eyes. "Have you lost either of your parents?"

I never met my father, and my mother died in my birth.

"Oh, I'm sorry."

I'm not.

"Still, you've been alone all your life." Lily said sadly. "I thought the past few days were bad."

How is your father?

"I don't know. Fine I guess."

Are you going to be okay?

"I think so."

Alright.

Lily felt the familiar warmth of her angel's voice fill her and she began to calm down. When she started to get tired she went up to bed.

Voldemort watched her through the glass orb. He watched her snuggled under the covers and fall fast asleep.

I don't want to be alone. Lily whispered in her sleep. Voldemort put a pale hand on the glass. So many years ago, when he was a young boy, he had cried the same thing as he slept.

Christmas time was lonely for Lily. It was the first year she didn't return home. She told her father it was because she had a lot of work to do and prefect duties. But really it was she didn't want to spend a gloomy Christmas with the remnants of her family when she could spend a gloomy Christmas alone with her angel. Her sister would be bringing Vernon, her boyfriend, and her grandmother would most likely inquire as to how they were handling the absence of her mother.

Lily knew that a deeper reason was that the house seemed empty without her mother. Sure they hadn't been close like sisters but they didn't fight like many teenagers and parent's do. Perhaps it was because Lily was away most of the time. She was the only one staying over the holiday. This meant that she could talk with her angel in the dorms.

Lily thought a moment about her angel. In the past months, the mysterious voice had become her dearest friend. Her heart began to race as she thought about the mystery man. When she realized that her heart was racing she scolded herself.

I was getting worried when you didn't come.

Lily squeaked as she jumped in surprise. "Oh, I was going to stay in tonight."

I'll leave you alone if you wish.

"No!" Lily said quickly. "I mean it is Christmas, I don't want you to be lonely."

You always think of my best interest don't you?

"Do you enjoy the holidays?"

Sometimes. I like the snow.

Lily smiled. "I like the snow too."

At the orphanage, we would have snowball fights.

"Did you ever win?"

No, I always read in the window. I didn't like the snowball fights that much. Perhaps it was because there were always two boys that threw ice balls. Safety hazard.

Lily giggled. "Sounds like my old neighbor. He put a rock in one and hit me in the eye."

Give me his name. The angel said jokingly. Lily giggled.

"He's changed quite a bit. I saw him at my mother's funeral."

What was your mother's name?

"Reece." Lily answered. "What about yours?"

I don't recall. I think it was Merope or something similar. My father's name I remember perfectly, Tom.

"That's my uncle's name." Lily said casually. After a while she added. "He's a pain." Both she and her angel laughed. Lily leaned back against her pillows. "He'll be at Christmas dinner I expect."

You're staying for sure then?

"Yes," Lily fell silent and hugged her arms. "I wish you were real."

I am real. You can hear me, can't you?

"No, I mean like a real physical being."

You cannot see me quite yet.

"Why?" Lily asked. "Are you horrible disfigured or something?"

The angel chuckled. No, no I'm not horribly disfigured.

Lily and her angel talked about everything and nothing. They talked for hours and it wasn't until near midnight the angel suggested that Lily get some sleep.

"Angel," Lily said before she said goodbye, "I just want to thank you for everything you've done for me. You've taken away my loneliness and helped me with my mother's death."

It was nothing, Lily.

"No, it was everything. I just want to thank you."

You're welcome, Lily.

"Happy Christmas."

Voldemort walked into an oak furnished study and sat at a desk. He placed a lid on a small box. With a flick of his wand the box was wrapped in beautiful silver paper. Carefully, Voldemort tied a sheer black ribbon around it. He took up a silver quill and dipped it in black ink.

When Lily woke up in the morning there was a small pile of presents on the foot of her bed. Along with the usual rose with a card with "Date me lovely Lily" attached to it. She was surprised to find a small parcel wrapped in silver paper with a black ribbon. Her heart racing, Lily picked up the card.

Lily,

Something to put that beautiful smile back on your lips.

Your angel

Lily smiled and untied the ribbon. She carefully took off the wrapping and opened the box. Tucked inside a cloud of cotton was a silver chain with a small charm, a silver woman's head with two emeralds for eyes and thin cut rubies for hair. Her breath caught in her chest.

There was a note in the box under the necklace. She took the parchment out and opened it.

Lily,

I want to meet you in person. On your next Hogsmead weekend to the shrieking shack. If you wish to meet me you will find further directions. I'll be waiting.

Your Angel

Lily looked at the letter for a long time. She held the necklace and looked at it. It was stunningly beautiful. Her cheeks grew hot and she ran into the bathroom to take a shower.

Voldemort sat in a comfortable armchair with his feet propped up on a squishy footrest. He read a book with half interest. With a sigh he threw the book across the room and sighed. He was bored.

"My lord,"

"What is it Macnair?" Voldemort asked irritably.

"We have discovered the spy from Dumbledore's Order." Voldemort sighed and stood up.

"Very well." Voldemort said strolling from the room.

Voldemort walked into the torture chamber where the poor auror spy was tied down. As usual he watched as Macnair tortured the man for information.

"Sir, he's not talking." Voldemort sighed and pushed Macnair aside.

"Useless," Voldemort muttered. He stood over the auror. As he lazily flicked his wand, expelling curse after curse he thought about his day. Surprisingly enough, about Lily's face when she saw the necklace.

"Sir, I don't mean to be rude…"

"Then do stop speaking." Voldemort said angrily. He looked down and saw several burn marks on the table just next to the auror. 'Damn it' he thought angrily. "Macnair, finish the job."

"Yes, sir." Voldemort turned on his heel and left the room with his robes billowing.

"Macnair," He said with out looking back, "I want to know everything he knows."

"Yes, my lord."

"And Macnair, don't bother me again unless it's important."

"Yes, sir."

Voldemort walked back into the study and sat heavily. Lucius walked in to deliver the daily report.

"The aurors captured Rosia; in an attempt to escape he was killed by Alastor Moody."

"I really hate that guy." Voldemort muttered. "What else?"

"The raid on the south village was discovered thanks to that bastard Macnair is torturing." Voldemort clenched his fists. "You haven't led us into anything for a while. What is the status on the Lily Evans project?"

"That's my business, Lucius." Voldemort said.

"Sir…"

"Lucius, your job is to report outside news to me. Not pry into my business. Now go help Macnair with the interrogation." Voldemort ordered.

With the familiar pressure from anger in his chest he turned back to the orb. He watched as Lily opened a present from her father. He calmed down a bit, just watching her. He propped his chin on his palm and watched her lazily. His body began to tense again as once again he began to think. He had gotten upset when Lucius referred to Lily as a project. "Snap out of it." He muttered. "When she is under my control her powers will be of great use."

On a crisp January morning Lily woke up sick to her stomach. She stumbled into the bathroom and looked at her reflection. Her skin was white as a sheet and she was very clammy. Weakly she took a shower hoping to feel better. When she had to throw herself out of the shower and run into the connecting bathroom nearing the brink of spewing on the floor, she knew that she wouldn't be able to meet her angel.

Lily returned to the empty dorm. Her roommates had gone down the breakfast and afterwards were going to run to Hogsmead.

"Angel," Lily said in a gravely voice.

You don't look so good. Perhaps you should stay in today.

"Are you angry?"

No. You have no control over your health, my dear.

"I'm sorry."

Don't be. We'll try again next time. Now go to sleep and stay in bed until lunch when you can have some soup.

"Okay." Lily mumbled. She buried herself under her covers and fell asleep.

By the time the next Hogsmead weekend came around it was spring. So early on a Saturday morning Lily woke up and chose a cute outfit, a soft blue skirt and a white shirt. She brushed her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. Finally she put on the necklace her angel gave her.

Once in Hogsmead she walked strait to the shrieking shack. She looked around for a signal as to where to go next. She found a cluster of red sparks on the ground near the shack. She went up to it and picked up a note.

Follow the gold. Lily looked on the ground and saw a thin trail of golden sparks. Her heart racing, Lily walked along the sparks into the nearby forest. When the sparks stopped Lily looked around for another sign.

"Lily," her breath caught in her chest as she heard the voice behind her. She took a deep breath and turned around. Leaning against the tree was a tall pale man. His hair was wavy and ink black. His eyes were a startling shade of scarlet. Lily let out the breath she was holding.

He was everything she had dreamed he would be.

TBC

Finally they meet face to face. Muahahahahaha! Let the fun begin!