A/N: This story has a MAJOR cliff-hanger ending. If you don't like cliff-hangers…to bad, unless you want to wait a few weeks until the part's over. Here it is!:

Ambush

While James was talking to Sirius and Remus, Lily was making her way up to her dormitory, where she was going to have a night off of patrolling with Jocelyn and Shayna. The corridors were dark; the candles did little to help in the darkness of the night. The wind floated through the thin cracks in the walls, and the corridors were very drafty. The night was clear, yet there were no stars twinkling at her from outside the windows. The night was still, almost foreboding.

She walked slowly, not really paying attention to anything. Her thoughts were turned towards her parents. Would they like James? Lily wondered, as she shook her head as though ridding it of water. Of course they would! What's not to like? He's sweet, funny, kind, thoughtful…and a great kisser. Hm…I wouldn't tell them that last part.

Lily didn't pause to wonder why Jocelyn and Shayna weren't with her. She was so absorbed in her thoughts; she didn't notice anything around her. Especially not the shadows lurking in the corners threateningly.

A slight rustle to her left roused her from her thoughts. It sounded like cloth. No, it sounded like someone wearing a Hogwarts school robe. "Who's there?" she asked quietly, looking around her cautiously. Nobody answered her. "It must've been me," she said to herself.

She started to walk again, but she didn't hear only her footsteps. "Who's there?" she asked, stopping sharply at the same instant as the footsteps she heard. Again, nobody answered her. "Maybe I should take out my wand," she whispered, reaching her hand into her pocket as she did so. She turned and walked into a dimly lit corridor. It was much darker than the corridor before; she had to stop so her eyes could adjust, and even that didn't help much.

She thought she heard whispering, but then again, it could have just been the wind. Her heart was beating so loudly, there wasn't much room for any other noise to be heard. Lily was sure that her heart would jump out of her mouth; she could feel it as though it were stuck in her throat.

Okay, this is creeping me out, Lily thought, pulling out her wand and holding it in front of her as though she were brandishing a sword. She could've sworn she just heard someone whisper her name. "Is anybody there?" she squeaked anxiously, waving her wand in front of her recklessly and causing sparks to shoot out of it. Hey, that shadow just snickered at me! she thought reproachfully. Wait a second…shadows don't snicker.

The second she thought that, a voice from behind her said, "Now!" A strong arm wrapped around her waist, and the other one clamped a hand to her mouth. She couldn't have screamed, or ran, or fought back even if she had tried. She did the first thing she could think of, and stuck her tongue out to lick the person's hand. Rather than letting go, her captor just clamped her jaw shut. Lily bit her tongue and squirmed slightly.

"Now, now, Evans," an icy voice said in her ear as another someone with slender fingers slid a blindfold over her eyes, "If you don't fuss, it'll be much easier to get this over with. We've got orders."

The man's hand was still clamped tightly onto her mouth; she could barely breathe, let alone scream. He dragged her down the corridor. Lily tried to keep track of where they were going so that she could get back, but, being blinded by a piece of heavy cloth, she lost count.

Judging by the footsteps, four people had her hostage. A door creaked open. "Okay, quietly now," a female voice said from somewhere behind her. "We don't want to get caught. You have the Put-Outer?"

"Yeah," a cold voice said from behind her; it sounded awfully familiar.

"Okay then, let's move," the man holding her whispered. "Come on, fast!" He jabbed her sharply in the ribs with his free hand. "Move it," he said roughly.

"Why don't you get her a gag?" the cold, familiar voice replied silkily.

"Right," a fourth voice said; this one was slightly higher than the others, and reminded Lily forcefully of a small, scurrying rat. "Why don't you put a gag in her mouth."

"Right," the man holding her said, letting go of her waist to rummage for something in his pocket. "Hold her."

"She can't run anyway," a voice said, and she gasped. Snape! Lily thought suddenly, as she remembered why that cold voice sounded so familiar. "She's blindfolded, you dolt."

She felt a hand lift off of her mouth. She opened her mouth to scream out anything, to anyone, but a piece of cloth was stuffed in her mouth. She was breathing heavily through her nose; the cloth wouldn't allow any room for air in her mouth.

Suddenly Lily felt as though she were being forced through a tube of toothpaste. As soon as the sensation had started, it had stopped. The air smelled different; the quality was much more poor than the clean, grassy smell of the Hogwarts grounds.

The four people marched her up a stone pathway that reminded her of a place she had been before. She counted her steps. 17. Just like how long it takes to get to the door at home, she thought to herself. They reached a door. "Alohamora," a woman's voice said to Lily's right. A click sounded from in front of her and they marched Lily through a doorway.

"Okay, mudblood," the woman spat maliciously, "we're going to take off your blindfold, and maybe you'll be able to tell us where you are."

She felt the blindfold slip off her eyes as she saw whom her captors were. Severus Snape. Bellatrix Black. Rodolfus Lestrange…

"Peter?" Lily asked, surprised to hear how frightened she sounded.

"That's right, Evans," Peter said, snorting a bit as he walked over to her. He ran a chubby finger down her jaw line, and his strangely pointed fingernail made a white mark on her skin. "You'd better not tell anyone of this, or he'll have to deal with you." Lily was shivering with nerves. "I think we have an understanding. Now, look around," he said, his voice much colder and malicious than she had ever heard it before. It chilled her to the bone.

She turned her head, looking around her. She knew the house. She knew the wallpaper. She knew the carpets. She knew the furniture. She knew the pictures hanging lining the desk in the hall. "My home," she said, her voice cracking as she stepped closer to the desk, running her fingers along the edge of a silver, ornate picture frame.

"Foolish mudblood, this was your home," Bellatrix hissed.

"Bella, Bella, Bella," Snape said icily, shaking his head with each use of her name. "You must learn to control your temper. Anyway," he turned his head to look at Lily. "Go to your old room. No dilly dallying, now, there's no time to waste."

She walked deftly up the stairs, feeling the familiar creaking beneath her feet. With a feeling of dread swooping in her stomach, she put her hand on the knob of the door that once opened her room. She stepped inside it, her footsteps echoing on the cold, hard floor.

"Ah," a cold, high voice drawled from her bed. "I thought I would be seeing you here."

A/N: Yeah, I did something to my foot (broke it or something?)…anyways, I probably won't update until I get rid of my damn crutches, because it's hard to get to the computer. But I might :) If you're lucky…lol jk. OMG GUYS THANKS FOR 100 GREAT REVIEWS!! Okay, keep reviewing, I'm so happy that I have 100! Review!