Prologue

Lily and James Potter sat side-by-side on their maroon-colored sofa in their living room, waiting. Their one and only child, Harry, was upstairs, sleeping soundly in his crib.

James held Lily's shaking hand in his, and she looked over at him lovingly, grateful. They were both nervous, with good reason, mind you.

The Dark Lord was expected to be arriving soon.

The couple had agreed to join Lord Voldemort, mainly out of fear. They had heard of what had happened to those who refused the Dark Lord, and they couldn't risk it, not with their son upstairs. They had heart that when the Dark Lord killed a family, he killed all of the family, not even sparing the children, and the Potters could not, would not, take the chance. They couldn't afford to. They had vowed that they would do whatever it took to keep their son safe, even if it meant selling their very souls, they would do it.

Suddenly, the two heard the familiar crackles of apparation and instantly stood up to find the Dark Lord himself standing in their living room, dressed in his black robes. Two of his masked and unknown Death Eaters were behind him on either side.

The couple instantly bowed their heads to him, but both had very different reasons in doing so. James bowed his head in order to show respect—he certainly didn't want to disrespect the Dark Lord or anger him—and Lily just couldn't bear to look into the eyes of a cold-blooded, heartless murderer.

"My Lord," the Potters said.

James looked up first and saw the Dark Lord nod his head in greeting. James gestured to a large, plush, comfy armchair and said, "Please, my Lord, won't you have a seat?"

"Very well," Lord Voldemort said. He nodded slightly to each of his masked bodyguards and sat down, while the Death Eaters remained standing. They stood side-by-side behind the armchair that their Lord sat in, their hands in their pockets, wary, in case they needed to pull out their wands if anything happened.

James and Lily sat back down as well. The silence in the room that ensued soon afterwards was uncomfortable enough to drive Lily insane as she stared at her hands in her lap. Thankfully—or perhaps unthankfully—for her, Lord Voldemort broke the silence.

"So, you two have agreed to join me, have you?" His voice chilled Lily to the bone.

"Yes, my Lord, if you'll still allow us to join you." James said ever-so-politely. Lily didn't know how he could do it, how he could just calmly sit there and show respect and be polite to such a monster, when he deserved neither politeness nor respect.

"Of course," Lord Voldemort said. "You two are very promising with your skills and use of the wand. You would greatly benefit from joining me as well as my Death Eaters would of your joining."

Lily was a little surprised. The Dark Lord was much more civil than she thought he was, but then again, he wasn't killing them right now and he was trying to get them to join him, so of course he would try and act civil.

"Thank you, my Lord. You flatter us." James said.

"Nonsense," Voldemort replied. "Now, let's get down to business."

I've decided to try my hand at a Harry Potter fanfiction. This is basically about what I would prefer happen if Lily and James had accepted Lord Voldemort's request to join him. I hope you liked the prologue and Chapter 1 will be up shortly, seeing as I have already written it. I just need to type it and put it up now.

I do have a question: Is Voldemort all snake-like because he broke his soul up into the horcruxes, or is he that way because he was "re-born" (or whatever, got his new body since Harry kind of destroyed his old one)? It would be very helpful to know.

Anyways, PLEASE REVIEW!! I would like very much for you to also keep an eye on this and add it to your Story Alert. I promise that it will be good!

And yes, this IS a dark, Slytherin Harry story, but I will try my best to make it as in character and believable as possible.

Thank you for reading this chapter and this author's note, please come back again. ^__^

-MidnightThief15