AN: this is a story idea offered by Trend Breaker, and I just wanted to see the response it gets. If it gets a good one, I might continue it once I'm well into Consequences of Bawling. So far just a one shot.

When the darkest lady of their generation blasted the door of the Potter rissidence. Little did anyone know that this would be the last time that any of them were unified in the same cause.

When Voldemort blew up the door, James went to investigate. "Ah, Lord Potter. Third time's the charm, right? Shall we see who wins this little spat of ours?" said Voldemort. "bring it on, Tom" Voldemort, AKA Tamelyn Riddle, seethed. She hated that common muggle nickname.

"you know, I was thinking of letting you off with a simple stupefy, but now it's going to hurt. CRUCIO!" she yelled. James Potter screamed. Tamelyn smiled. "No, no. no need to worry. I'm not here to kill you, you're far too much fun to play with. STUPIFY!" James fell limp on the floor.

Tamelyn then looked into his mind to find out where the twins were. They were in the nursery, which was up the stairs. She stomped up the stairs, and once she reached the nursery, she walked inside. When she got in, she saw Lily kneeling on the floor.

"My Lady, I wish to become a death eater. My husband cast protective charms on the twins. I was meant to sacrifice myself, and then when you cast the killing curse on me, the protection would activate. Then, you would try to kill either Matthew or Harry, and the curse would rebound. You would be turned to dust, and the war would be over. Instead, I suggest this. You don't do anything to any of them, but instead go into hiding. Order your servants in the ministry to continue to influence the world the way you want it. You will stun me, and I will be your spy. Then, you can give Matthew a cursed scar, so that everyone thinks that he defeated you. I will come up with a way to raise Harry on my own, and will raise him to be your right hand man."

Tamelyn thought this offer over. It did sound like a good deal. But there was one problem. She was a mudblood. "why should I listen to anything you say, you filthy mudblood?"

Lily chuckled. "ah, you see, I am no filthy mudblood. Before we went into hiding, I did an inheritance test. It turns out that I am the descendant of Morgana Le Fey, and her heir. Harry here is next in line. My parents were both first generation squibs." Tamelyn's eyes had widened at the name Le Fey. "well then, Heir Le Fey. I will accept your offer, on the condition that you swear your oath to me here and now." She said. "very well" then Lily said the oath. There was a flash of light, seeling the oath. She would now be compeled to follow her orders.

"alright, miss Le Fay. cicatrice orta est anathema!" (latin for Cursed scar, according to Google Translate. Lame, I know.) then, Mathew's forehead glowed and a lightning shaped scar would be there for the rest of his days. With that, she vanished. All she left behind was her robes. Of course, as she disappeared, she conjured new ones.

AN:

Felt like ending it here. DM or review if you want this story to continue. Will probably end up being a Voldemort/Harry fanfic. Don't worry, I think I have a way of closing the age gap. If it continues, the Hogwarts years will start in fourth, but we will get another short chapter of backround, and it will include Diagon Alley. Still debating on whether or not she has horcruxes or not. Tell me what you think!