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So big news of the chapter is…I GOT TO SEE WICKED! FINALLY! Sorry about that, I've just been wanting to see it ever since I first listened to the soundtrack and I finally have! It was a graduation/birthday present from my stepdad and I loved every moment of it. I could go on for pages about it but I doubt anybody wants to hear that. You all are far too interested in the story so I shall not keep you.

Chapter 6,

The death eaters left The City. The Order had arrived and they knew they were out numbered.

Dumbledore found Lily crouched down. She had stumbled and couldn't find the strength to stand again.

"Lily, are you alright."

"Fine, I just fell." She said, sniffing. The headmaster helped her up and she winced.

"Minor injuries." Dumbledore said. "Where are some others?"

"Uh," Lily looked around. "James, Sirius, Frank and Alice are in a building wedged under stairs. They were put there by aurors. Kim Weasley is in the building next to theirs. She's badly hurt."

"Alright," Dumbledore said. "Can you show me a general direction?" He helped Lily keep weight off of her left foot and they went to her friends.

"Enneverate." Dumbledore said pointing his wand at Kingsley.

"Sorry man." James said quickly. "You startled us."

"Lily you maniac!" Sirius cried from James' side. Dumbledore offered James his hand and James took it.

Voldemort watched silently, safely from his lair, via the orb. He saw James go to embrace Lily and she pulled away. He touched her cheek.

"Lily, what's wrong?"

"Nothing." Lily said quietly. "Just shaken that's all." She watched for a moment as Sirius helped Frank out and then Alice. Their legs ached from crouching for so long. Their faces were smudged from dirt and dust.

"Lily…"

"Look, I just need to be alone right now." Without another word she apparated.

Lily appeared in a clearing in the forest just outside of Hogsmead. She transfigured a long branch into a long ace-bandage. She wound it around her sore ankle and tied it securely. She rested her chin on her knees and closed her eyes. Silent tears dribbled down her cheeks and landed on the ground below.

She wondered when the clearing had become her safe haven. When did she figure that she would always be safe here? She thought about it and then realized that it was because she met her angel face to face there. It was the first place she kissed him. It was the place of her first kiss ever. She looked at the leaves of the maple tree, blowing lazily in the wind.

Lily wondered why it had been her. Of all the girls he could have chosen why did he choose her? She bit back a sob when she realized that it was because she was powerful. Seven years of magical training had carved her magical ability into a magnificent force. She knew she was powerful, and he knew it too.

"He used me." Lily said quietly. "I was just a meaningless pawn in his plans."

"Perhaps at first." She jumped when the silky voice of Lord Voldemort floated by her ear. She stood quickly and turned to face him, her wand drawn and anger in her eyes. "But then I realized how similar we are."

"I'm nothing like you!" She said.

"Sure you are." Voldemort said sitting on a tree stump casually, as if discussing the weather. "We're so much alike it's frightening at times."

"You kill people for your own pleasure."

"Where as you kill them for work?" he asked in attempt to make a joke.

"Humor isn't your forte." Lily said coldly. "Neither is love."

"I'll give you that one." Voldemort agreed. "I find the emotion useless and quite bothersome."

"What would you know about it?" Lily asked sharply. "I was just something you could use."

"I will admit to that, yes, I saw your vulnerability and I took advantage of that. That's life. It wasn't until that day you were yelling at me about the cruelties of the dark lord did I realize I was feeling strong bothersome emotions towards you. So, somewhere between the times I first spoke to you in your bedroom to that time I kissed you, my plans went astray."

"Oh you poor evil man, I feel so sorry for you." Lily snapped. Voldemort glared at her.

"I could just kill you now and end the pain we are both facing." He said darkly.

"So that's all it was to you?" Lily asked through tears. "Just pain?" She looked him strait in the eye. "Those nights we talked for hours, when I had to take a potion to keep awake during training, those nights are so precious to me."

"What angers you more, Lily? Is it that I am the dark lord or that I am supposedly incapable of love?" Voldemort asked calmly. His eyes still narrowed and his arms crossed.

"You're everything that's wrong with the world and all I can think about is how amazing I felt when you kissed me! All I can think about, even as I want to rip your spine out is that I love you with all my heart even though you are the cause of so much darkness and suffering!" Lily cried.

"You still haven't answered my question." Voldemort said in the same calm tone even though inside he was screaming and roaring in so many different emotions he had lost track of them all.

"I don't know!" Lily said, still crying. "What angers me the most is that I don't know what is angering me the most!" She sank to her knees, her ankle was throbbing painfully. She had forgotten about it while she was yelling. She remained silent for a long time.

"What angers me the most," she began quietly, "is that you were right."

"About what?"

"Us," Lily admitted, "we are alike. We live for the chance to get our hands on first edition books. We'll spend hours studying spells just because we want to. We love to spend hours debating theories and spells. We love challenges and most frightening of all is that we will do anything to get what we want." She heard the rustle of his cloak and saw black silk come into view as he knelt down. He lifted her chin. Lily looked into his eyes. She knew that for the rest of her life, she would never tire of his eyes.

Voldemort didn't say a word, he just cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. Lily pulled away.

"I have to go." She said quietly.

Lily limped into her apartment building after stopping at a drug store for band-aids and ointment. She limped up the stairs and stopped when she saw James sitting in front of the door.

He stood up when she reached the landing. "You left so suddenly, I was worried about you." He said. He was holding a plastic bag from the same drug store she had been to. "I brought some bandages…but I see you already got some."

Lily rummaged through her pockets for her key. She unlocked the door. "Have a seat," she said, "are you hungry? Or thirsty?"

"A little of both." James said honestly. "More shaken then anything." Lily fumbled around with the tea kettle. Finally she managed to set it down on the stove and turned the heat on.

She sloppily made sandwiches but her hand shook so badly she couldn't get the knife into the peanut butter jar. She dropped the knife and James put his arms around her. "Sit, I'll make them." He said. Lily turned in his arms and hugged him tight.

"I thought you had been killed." He admitted after a while. Lily was crying into his shoulder and he was on the verge of crying into hers. "When you left I was so scared. I would have gone after you if Sirius hadn't held me down."

"I'm glad you didn't." Lily told him. "I couldn't bare it if anything happened to you."

"Lily, I…"

"You're the best friend I ever had," Lily said persistently. "You've always been there for me."

"I still love you, Lily." James said pulling back. "And I'll wait forever for you to return my feelings." Lily held his hand.

"Don't wait for me, James." Lily said. "It is my dearest wish that you find someone who loves you dearly." James kissed her cheek.

"We have an order meeting tomorrow." James reminded her. "Make sure you get some sleep." He touched her cheek tenderly. "Call me if you need anything."

"I will." Lily promised. James gave her a warm smile before leaving. With a flick of her wand, Lily took the kettle off the burner and limped into the bedroom. She was covered in dirt and dust from that morning but she didn't care. She was just tired and had too much to think about.

She had forgotten all about The Order. She didn't know how, but she had forgotten that she had recently joined an organization bent on destroying the dark lord, or otherwise known as the man who stole her heart and didn't seem to want to give it back.

Lily wondered when her life had gotten so out of control. It seemed only yesterday she was happily talking with the mysterious voice of her angel. Now she was romantically involved with the dark lord and quite unable to break away from him. With a heavy sigh she wondered if he was thinking about her.

Voldemort was indeed thinking about her. In fact he was supposed to be paying attention to Lucius as he delivered the body count on both sides.

"Give me a number." He said.

"Sir, I just finished telling you the number." Lucius said.

"Tell me again."

Lucius told him again but he barely listened. All he could really think about was how he almost made the auror body count go from five to six. He would have given up and killed Lily eventually if she hadn't looked at him (and then he would have been very sour about not getting what he wanted for the next hour). After mulling that over for a good five minutes he felt tired. He stood up in the middle of the meeting and walked off leaving very confused death eaters behind.

Voldemort walked into a large bathroom and stripped his robes. A good long hot shower was the remedy for many of life's problems. For him at least. That and a well placed killing curse. But unfortunately neither the killing curse nor the shower would be enough to cure this.

He stood in the shower, letting the hot water beat on his ever chilly body, thinking about Lily. He wondered what he would be doing now if she hadn't discovered his identity. He knew they would probably be cuddled up on her floor after talking. They would be sipping tea and his arm would be around her shoulders. The smell of peaches would be filling his nose and her warmth would be making everything vanish. He would go to her in the morning.

What surprised him the most, as he went to bed and slowly drifted to sleep, was that he didn't want to loose her. Despite the uncomfortable feelings love brought him, he wanted to be with her always. And as sleep overcame him, his last thoughts were if he should tell her the three small words he knew she wanted to hear.

TBC

Sorry it took a while. I still don't know if I'm quite happy with it. I think I ended up making Voldie too OOC. But then again he's just thinking. Anyway I hope you guys liked it and I'll try to update soon.