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JAMES

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"What the hell do you think you're doing here?" I cried.

The Death Eater turned to me and glared furiously. "Shut your mouth, Potter," she snapped. "You have no say in the Dark Lord's doings!"

She fingered her wand, and her eyes glittered maliciously at Lily. Lily looked fearful, and my heart strained at the expression on her face, even though it was her that had caused the new cuts on my legs.

"Leave her alone!" I yelled, breaking away from my stance at the door, but she whipped around and pointed her wand at me. "Stupendo!"

"That's right," she laughed softly, as thin cords broke out from the tip of her wand, and slowly wrapped themselves around my immobilised body. "Yes, Potter's trying to play the hero. Just like..."

"Just like what?" I hissed scathingly, but she simply put on a blank expression and said, "Well, we'll leave the explaining to the Dark Lord, shall we?"

"Stupendo" she said, almost lazily, to Lily. The poor girl froze in her place, and the same cords that bound me were wrapped around her as well.

"Now, if you don't mind touching this lovely wooden bowl of mine," the Death Eater said to me, holding out the very same bowl her other form had been sitting in that morning, "we can get rolling."

"There is no way I'm touching that bowl," I replied, feeling around for my wand in my pocket and realising that I'd left it safely in the front pocket of my bag.

"Oh, yes you are." With a simple uttered magic word and a swish of her wand, I felt myself going limp, and as I slumped to the floor, her large black shadow leaned over me- swallowing me whole.

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"James... James... wake up..."

"What the-"Lily's green eyes were staring at me, and there was a note of urgency in her voice as she shook me. "Lily... where are we?"

"I don't know," Lily said, and she looked close to tears.

It was very shadowy in the small room that we were in, and the only light came from a tiny candle on the wall that was dripping wax onto the cold stone floor. The walls had some unknown substance growing on them, and a door made of heavy wood was set into the wall opposite us.

The wooden bowl that had been our Portkey was lying a few feet away, and there was a pile of rags in the opposite corner, but nothing that would lead us to knowing where we were.

"James," Lily said, her voice shaking, "I'm... scared."

"Don't worry," I said. "It's gonna be okay." My voice trembled as I spoke, and a cold draft of air came out of nowhere, chilling me to the bone.

"We need to get out of here," Lily said, trying to stay calm. "The door... let's try the door!"

"No!" I said quickly. The door was possibly our fastest way out... but inside me, my conscience told me that there was something out there, something that would kill us if we opened the door.

"What about the portkey..." I felt very weak, but Lily managed to crawl over and grab the wooden bowl. She squeezed her eyes shut and clutched it, but nothing happened.

"Shit..." Lily said, sounding weaker than ever. "It's been turned off, James..."

"Come back," I said meekly, worried about her. "Lily, come back here..."

"Okay..." she replied, and tried to crawl back to me, but her arms collapsed and she lay on the stone floor, sobbing.

"Come... here..." I said, desperately trying to drag her away from the door. There seemed to be a cold draft coming from the door, and Lily was dressed thinly. The further we were, the better.

I tried to prop Lily against the wall, but she slumped forwards again. I laid her head in my lap, and whispered in her ear.

"Lils... you gotta stay awake! You gotta help me out here!"

"Don't... want to... face... the Dark Lord..."

I swallowed hard. I knew what we were there for, and something was going to happen to us, except I didn't know what.

"You don't need to worry... I'll protect you!"

"You-Know-Who... too powerful..."

"Lily, I promise I'll get you back to your house. Just stay awake!"

Lily raised her head and looked at me, her eyes unfocused. "James... did you know that lady?"

"Which lady?"

"The one... Fluffalina."

"Oh..." I wanted to stay silent, but something in Lily's eyes made me continue. "Yea... I do know who she is."

"Who?"

"Well... my mum used to know her. She's turned death eater..."

"No, what's her name?"

Lily seemed to be getting more strength, and she struggled to sit up. I pushed her back against the wall so she could lean on it.

"Her name's... Lirabelle Tonks."

"What?"

Lily looked puzzled and shocked at the same time. "You mean..."

"Yea," I said quietly, "I think she's Nymphadora Tonks's mum."

Lily stared at the opposite wall, a dazed look in her eyes. "That's why Tonks spends all her holidays at Hogwarts... never goes home..."

Then she glanced at me, and her gaze drifted towards my shins and ankles, where little cuts sporting streams of blood were everywhere.

"Jeez... Did I do that?"

"Yea, you kind of did," I admitted, but smiled. "It's okay, though, it doesn't hurt."

"Oh, you poor thing!" Lily seemed to be back to normal, and I checked to see that the draft from the door wasn't getting any stronger. If she became too sleepy, there would be little chance of us getting home... let alone us surviving.

I shook my head to get rid of that thought. After all, Lily was looking at me pretty seriously with her great big green eyes, and she was moving closer and closer to me...

"Arrgh!"

I jumped about a foot into the air as I noticed the thing I had taken for a pile of rags in the corner moving.

A young woman with frizzy hair and round, shattered glasses perched precociously on her nose sat up and stared at us in horror. She looked absolutely batty as she got to her feet shakily, and stumbled across the room to where Lily and I were sitting.

She pointed a trembly finger at us, which looked old and wrinkled even though she was clearly only in her early twenties. Lily and I looked on in horror and she said in a tiny whisper,

"Beware, my children... I am sorry..."

We stared as she slumped slowly to the floor, and her shoulders started shaking. She was crying, but what for? Was she crying for us?

Then came the coldest rush of wind yet, and Lily shivered against my shoulder. I held her tight as someone entered the room we were in.

It was Lirabelle Tonks, still clutching her wand. And she was holding onto the sleeve of the robe of the person behind her, leading them into the room. It was a long, shimmery sleeve, which hung off the skeletal frame of their arm. My eyes travelled upwards... I could not stop them... and I found myself looking into the eyes of Lord Voldemort.

My mother and father had told me about him, we had been warned about him at school. This man was crazy; he wanted to take over the world, yet he had not succeeded. He wanted to rid the world of all Mud-bloods; I knew that... yet I was a pureblood. I tore my eyes away from Lord Voldemort and looked at Lily. She was staring at Lord Voldemort as well, her eyes as wide as saucers, and I knew what she was thinking.

Filing into the room, after Lord Voldemort and Lirabelle Tonks, were several masked figures dressed in long cloaks. There were only a few of them, but still enough to be a threat to us... besides, Lily and I were outnumbered.

It was a lost case.

We could still try and fight... but Lily seemed to be catching the cold of the draft from the door, and her head was drooping onto my shoulder. And I didn't have my wand, which was the only possible weapon that would ever threaten a dark wizard like Voldemort.

The heavy door slammed with a thud, and the group of wizards stood and faced us.

"What... what do you want from us?" I demanded, my voice squeaking slightly.

Voldemort just let out a soft, quiet laugh. His eyes glittered menacingly and he gently yanked his robe out of Lirabelle's grip. "I want nothing from you, child," he said quietly, smiling at me so that I felt like hurling.

"Liar," Lily whispered, and I could tell by her voice that she was becoming weaker yet again.

Voldemort just stepped forward, and looked at the body of the crazy woman lying on the ground. He gave her a swift kick, and when she didn't respond, pointed his wand at her. She magically floated up and rested against the wall, where she slumped dazedly.

"Now..." Voldemort said, giving a fake smile to the woman. He nodded at Lily and me.

"You heard the boy. Now, Trelawney... tell them what they need to hear."

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Oooh juicy eh? I'm getting kind of creeped out... I mean, seriously... what will happen to Lily and James while they're in the hands of Voldemort?

Thanks to everyone who's reviewed, I want to get this up on Fanfiction as soon as I can so I won't thank everyone separately... I just want you all to know how much I appreciate you guys reading my story! Mwaz to you all!