Warning—cliffhanger at the end. Wait until next chapter if you can't stand cliffhangers (though I'd rather you didn't wait, because this IS a rather exciting chapter!)

Voldemort's Desires

"What do you want from me?" Lily asked the figure sitting on her bed, her voice shaking and slightly higher than usual due to fear.

Voldemort laughed a high, cold laugh; his red eyes stared back at her, as cold as the evil smile pressed upon his face. "Certainly you must know," he said, fingering his wand. "After all, my dear Miss Evans, you are the brightest witch of your year."

"If you're going to kill me, please do it in the least painful way possible," Lily said, her voice sounding suddenly cool and undaunted. Her eyes were narrowed into cold emerald, and her knuckles were white as she reached slowly for her wand in her pocket. She tried very hard not to shake, though her knees were practically buckling with suppressed fear and rage.

Voldemort stood swiftly, his slit-like nostrils flaring. "You foolish girl, you will not speak to me that way."

"I'll speak to you however I choose," Lily said coolly. The only thing she could think of doing was to continue talking, no matter the consequences. She had a feeling that her voice was the only thing keeping her alive.

"May I remind you, Miss Evans, that is it on my terms whether you live or die tonight," Voldemort said, his voice an icy whisper issuing from his mouth. His long fingers were caressing his wand almost lovingly; Lily deduced that he loved it more than he ever loved any human being.

"So, what am I doing here?" Lily spat, her mind racing, her green eyes boring into his red ones, staring him down. "It can't have been only to kill me. You wouldn't have your pathetic servants kidnap and bring me here just so you can murder me. You would have ordered them to kill me in Hogwarts somewhere, so it wouldn't be any trouble to you. So, what is the real reason that you brought me here?"

"So you really are the brightest witch of your age," Voldemort whispered. "That I cannot deny."

"Stop your flattery," Lily said viciously, her face livid. She was shaking now not from fear but from anger. "It won't work. Is this how you got all of your servants? I don't see how, there's nothing that you can compliment them on."

Voldemort let out a roar of frustration and lunged at Lily, pinning her to the wall behind her by her forearms. "I will not be spoken to like that by a filthy mudblood!" he whispered fiercely, his face mere inches from hers. His putrid breath filled her nostrils with a stench so horrid that she had to fight to stop from making a face. "I, the most powerful wizard in the world, will not be insulted by scum like you!"

"You're wrong," Lily said strongly, though she was struggling instinctively under his vice-like grip on her upper arms. She felt his grip loosen a little, and knew that her words had gotten to him. "You're wrong," she said again. "You're wrong."

"You dare to contradict Lord Voldemort?" he hissed, his red eyes glowing in anger.

"Well, if somebody's wrong, I tell them," Lily said sharply. "And you are dreadfully wrong about being the most powerful wizard in the world. That position is already filled."

"And who might that wizard be?" Voldemort asked, his voice that of forced calm.

"Professor Dumbledore," Lily said simply.

Voldemort let out another howl of fury and slammed her against the wall. Little stars twinkled in front of Lily's eyes; Voldemort let go of her arms and she slumped to the floor, rubbing her head gingerly. "What do you want from me?" she asked, her voice shaking again.

"No longer so confident, now are we?" Voldemort said, chuckling. "Very well then, I'll tell you. If you must know, you are bait. James Potter will see that you are missing and will come and find you here. Then, you both will have to wait here for me to decide the most gruesome and painful way to kill you both. I was debating killing the Potter boy first and then watching you sob pitifully over his dead body…but now I'm not so sure."

"Why?" Lily asked, her voice cracking as tears threatened to spill. "Why do you want to kill us?"

"Well, my dear," Voldemort said in a mock chivalrous tone, "you are both so very powerful, and that would not be good for me, seeing as you are both very intent on joining the wrong side."

"The only wrong side here is your side," Lily spat, frowning up at him adamantly.

"And this is where we must agree to disagree," Voldemort said, bringing his long, spider-like hands together. "Though I don't agree much with agreeing. You see, if somebody doesn't see things my way"—he snapped his spindly fingers, and the sound echoed around the room eerily—"they're gone."

"Did it ever occur to you that you might be blatantly and ridiculously wrong?" Lily asked Voldemort viciously and courageously, her face florid with anger. "Utterly, totally, wrong, without a doubt in my—JAMES!"

The door slammed open, revealing James Potter standing with his wand at the ready, pointing it at Voldemort's chest.

Voldemort wasted no time, and mimicked James's position. "Avada Kedavra!" he said mercilessly.

A/N: HAHAHA evil cliff-hanger. Um, I updated early in the hopes of you sending me reviews, because I only need around 25 more to get to 150! No pressure, but if you reviewed it would be amazing…anyway, I'm sorry that this chapter is rather short, but the ones to come will more than make up for it…besides, it's not length but content that makes a chapter interesting. Well, I hope you like it ) oh, and the Worlds Collide one-shot isn't up yet, but it will be soon, and when it is you should really check it out! REVIEW PLEASE :-) it would make my day :-)