Rated M for a reason.

The Cat.

Kidnap of Lily Evans - Divergence.

Lily Evans smiled as she walked through the Hogwarts grounds in the evening before dinner, fingering her lovely necklace her boyfriend had given her, blushingly as a present, though her duties of Head girl were on hold for the time being as she was merely walking across the grounds of the school to get some air. Lily thought about the past year, and the number of changes in her life. She was dating James Potter, the Head boy, and she was happier than she could ever have considered or imagined. Their relationship over the years had been tense at times, and at other downright hostile because of James' bullying ways, though at the end he'd mellowed out considerably during the last year when his aunt and uncle were killed by Lord Voldemort, the newest Dark Lord of magical Britain, and was now considered the worst dark lord in history. Lily's smile faded as she recalled how haunted her boyfriend had been, just as she remembered how Snape had taunted him before being given a detention by Professor Sprout, who was passing by and happened to hear about it.

The thought of her childhood friend made Lily frown. Severus had been the person to bring her awareness into the magical world, helping her know about it, its ins and outs, but where Lily considered her a friend, Severus obviously now saw as, Lily had had time to think about it, fancied her like James did, but not in the way James did, but more like a savage beast just wanting a shag.

Lily had always seen Severus as a friend.

Until their fifth year where Lily finally saw what Severus really was. Lily had always been concerned of the friends he made in his house, how they viewed her as nothing more than a filthy mudblood. Lily had always hoped Severus would break away from them, but Lord Voldemort's influence was building as he started recruiting some of the more darker families of the magical world and even people who attended Hogwarts who didn't seem that way inclined became interested in joining the Death eaters, and Severus seemed determined to join the ranks of the Death eaters. The influence of people like Rabastan and animals like Malfoy and Rosier got to him, and when she'd tried to help him defend himself when James and his friends were picking on him after their defence OWL. It was this kind of action that made it easier for Severus to make his decision to become a Death eater, and Lily, at the time, still believed her childhood friend had a good heart even if he didn't know it. She'd managed to help, only for him to call her a mudblood. Lily felt her heart break slightly, and she broke off her ties with him. Oh, he'd tried to get her forgiveness, but it was too late. Lily told him straight if he wanted to become a Death eater then she wouldn't stop him. Why Dumbledore would not stop this was beyond her.

It seemed he had joined the Death eaters, if the looks he sent her way, and how he rubbed his forearm was any indication, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Lily hadn't seen Snape in a while, and she was glad of it, now she had James, who was a more sensitive person than she'd ever imagined. When they'd returned after their fifth year, James surprised her by being more haunted a month into their sixth year, and she had never seen him look devastated. He'd asked her father for permission, keeping the reasons away from her at the time, so she could see for herself what was happening. At the time, she had been furious, but when her parents sent her black clothes and permission to McGonagall, she'd been curious.

When they'd arrived, Lily saw for the first time James' family at this horrible event.

A funeral.

James had been devastated, and he hadn't said much to her that day, but a week later they both became firm friends, and later they were going out together. Then more tragedy. Her family, her mother, father, and sister were murdered, by Death eaters. Lily still remembered how she'd reacted.

Lily was laughing at a joke Sirius was telling Peter, though the small, ratty boy made her wary, whilst she was studying with Remus. Throughout breakfast, she would shoot James looks. It had been a month since her new boyfriend and her had gone to a family funeral. For the first time in her life, she'd seen how James had insecurity and lacked confidence in himself, which was why he portrayed the role of arrogant bully. The murder of so many of his family had been a massive blow for his family, and James was still recovering. All of the marauders were helping him through the pain, but Lily was the balm for James' soul.

" Thank you," Remus whispered to her.

Lily scrunched up her face as she faced Remus. Out of all the Marauders, with the exception of Sirius and James, Peter didn't count since one spell seemed to push another out of his mind, Remus was the brightest of the boys. She'd found out recently why he went away every month. Remus Lupin was a werewolf, but unlike other people, with the obvious exceptions of his friends, Lily didn't hold it against him, even though people like Greyback gave werewolves a violent and bad name.

" For what?" She asked curiously.

Remus replied by gesturing at James, who was trying to laugh at Sirius's attempts to lighten the mood. It wasn't working. " For helping James," he said as though stating the obvious. " If you two hadn't gotten together a year ago, and James's family had that funeral..." he trailed off, and Lily understood that back then the two of them had not been friends.

Lily leant in to whisper to Remus, knowing he could trust him with this. " I just wish Severus would grow up. Ever since the funeral, James has gone out of his way to keep away from him, but Severus is taunting him about it every chance he gets, and Dumbledore lets him."

Dumbledore had made Snape the Slytherin prefect, and for some reason he tolerated the actions of Snape more than the other teachers did. Lily and Remus, also prefects, had a chance to see the new Severus Snape, and now she wasn't his friend, it was like the real Snape was a different person, and she didn't like what she saw.

Remus snorted quietly so then the others wouldn't hear her. " Lily, Severus has always brought it on himself. He attacked us first, what you saw was the results. Anyway, Sirius has it on a good word that he's a Death eater now, and he has also hinted that the loss of so many of James' family may not have been convenient."

For Lily it was as if her heart had gone cold. " You mean Severus...?" She couldn't say that.

Remus shrugged. " What you need to understand Lily, is that James's family are one of the most powerful in the world, and lets face it, they wouldn't join that bastard anymore than Dumbledore would. It might be a coincidence, but you noticed as we all did the looks on Snape's face on the weeks leading up to their deaths."

Lily didn't have a chance to say anymore before the owls came swooping in. Lily didn't look up, she didn't want to see another black envelope coming from the Ministry to say there'd been another attack, another death. Then she heard Remus and Sirius suck in breaths. She realised why a second later, and her heart went cold again for the second time that morning. An owl came right in front of her, a black letter in its beak. For Lily, it felt like a train had crashed right in her chest. With shaking hands, she reached out and plucked the letter from the beak. The owl hooted at her, as though it was giving her an apology before it flew off. Lily ignored it, she opened the letter, only to drop it and all noise in the hall stopped when the owl, typical of the Ministry for their insensitivity of keeping such news private, spoke and a voice came from it. Lily at the time didn't notice how almost monotonous the voice was, as though bored of the job.

" Lily Evans, sixth year Hogwarts student, we at the Ministry of Magic regret to inform you of the death of your family. Ministry aurors arrived at your home in Cokeworth following a Death eater attack, and the Dark mark was sighted over your home. No one survived. As you are still a minor, you must be aware that without a family to take you in, your affairs will need to be handled properly.

Once again, our condolences for your loss."

Then the letter was silent, but Lily could hear screaming in her ears. Then she noticed she was the one who was screaming, then she felt James wrap his arms around her shoulders. She swung round and buried her face in his robes.

With the death of her parents, the Potters with James' request had taken her in, and made sure that no one tried to interfere with the girl. Mr. and Mrs. Potter, having liked Lily at the funeral, had invited her over for christmas. Now she was James' girlfriend. As she walked back to the castle, she stopped as she felt like someone was following her. Before she could move, she dropped to the ground as the stunning spell took effect. What happened would change history forever as Lord Voldemort made a decision which he would never have made before...

Darkness. Lily felt her mind falling through a dark cloud, dropping her back into her body. Her awareness came back to her in stages. Lily felt as though her muscles were made of stone and her eyelids felt like lead, but she forced them open. At once she felt cold, and she looked down at herself before recoiling in horror. Her uniform had been replaced by a silky green g-string and bra, emphasising her curves and breasts. Immediately she tried to get free, but her hands and feet were bound to a large four poster double bed. Lily took a breath, and looked around the room. The bedroom was quite large, with rich mahogany or a wood similar to it panels with medieval tapestries draping the walls of fierce dragons or manticores, but they were purely decorative. Lily doubted if they served as famous battles the family had fought over the centuries, before she continued looking around the room to get an idea of where she was. She saw an equally large window with ornate curtains draping them, similar to the ones hanging in her own room at Potter manor, but this was where the similarities ended, and Lily paled as she saw the magical house crest on them. She'd seen if often enough in the past, and she equated it with trouble.

The Malfoy family crest. She was in Malfoy manor. But why? What was she doing here? Lily knew the Death eaters enjoyed raping muggles and muggleborn witches, for sport, but why would they go to all this trouble for her, stun her and bring her to Malfoy manor? It made no sense at the moment, but Lily had read far too many detective stories to know it did make sense to someone.

Lily didn't have to wait long to find out who was behind her kidnap when the door opened, and she swallowed in at the sight of the figure who'd come through the doorway. Lily had seen hideous and horrendous sights in the magical world, read about dementors after Severus had told her about them, and she'd pictured them in her mind, but this creature was more hideous. Whether it was because it was a human being made things worse. It was tall, thin, and her first impression was of a skeleton with flesh, blood and muscle draped and pulled taut over the bones so then the creature looked emaciated. It's skin had a smooth, bone like appearance, coloured white and pale green, with a tinge of grey making it look unhealthy. The hands were like large pale spiders, with long skeleton like fingers. The head of the creature was atop a long neck, like a giraffe, and the head was completely sparse of any kind of hair. The face was completely flat, like a snake. The eyes reminded Lily of a cold ocean, and it also painfully reminded Lily of her sister, Petunia, who had large pale eyes, with the colour of the creature's skin, it was appropriate. The creature's eyes were like ice, and when its eyes met Lily's almond shaped emerald eyes, she felt herself shiver involuntary.

The clothes of the creature were long, heavy black robes that looked both silky and heavy at the same time, with dragonhide boots completing the essemble.

Lily's breathing became shallow as she realised who this was. There may not have been a picture of him in the Prophet or the Quibbler, but she knew who this was. His description didn't do him any justice, seeing him in the flesh, or what was clearly left of it, but he had been seen by eyewitnesses who'd been lucky enough to get away.

She was looking at Lord Voldemort.

Lily swallowed, her fear stopping her from demanding why she was dressed the way she was, but that didn't stop Voldemort from speaking.

Voldemort looked over his prize, and she did look good. Pity she was a filthy mudblood, but that couldn't be helped. The Dark Lord mused at his catch thoughtfully. In the year Severus Snape had been inducted into his inner circle, bringing his collective knowledge of potions and dark arts knowledge, Voldemort had begun making his plans. It had been a slow rise, but if you wanted to prepare for a deep committment, then you needed to make plans in the long run. It hadn't been difficult to draft in some like minded purebloods, but it had been slow on the other hand, but Voldemort had time to kill whilst fools like Grindelwald and Dumbledore existed, purebloods with weak wills, those who desired power...and warp their minds into becoming his followers, and then making overtures to families they knew would serve his will and cause faithfully.

Sometimes Voldemort wondered how his rise to power may have come if he had simply killed Grindelwald himself, but he was pleased he hadn't. The Dark lord had made plans to undergo countless magical rituals, light or dark, it didn't matter in the long run. On top of his horcruxes, the rituals he'd undergone made him the most powerful wizard in the world.

People like Severus Snape aided him with that image, and Snape had already proven his practical worth whilst Death eaters like Malfoy or Black brought in money like water down Niagra falls, but Snape had issues, and they were in the girl bound to his bed. Lord Voldemort had given the Potters to Snape as a means to an end, to show that not only was his new master a generous lord he was also one to offer gifts. The Potters had provided it by paying the price for their new heirs arrogance, besides the Potter family needed to be shown the consequences of denying him the respect he believed he deserved. Snape had risen to the occasion magnificently, but all Snape had in his partially occluded mind was thoughts of this girl, and frankly it was beginning to irritate Voldemort.

Voldemort, whilst not receptive to understanding the meaningless quality of love, well understood the need to satisfy physical need. Snape had proven to be a worthwhile follower already, far quicker than weaklings like Regulus Black, but he needed to be taught his place. Since meeting Snape, Voldemort had often had meetings with the young potioneer, who would say Lily this and Lily that. Voldemort had heard of Lily Evans from other members of the Death eaters, and although they called her a mudblood who constantly beat their scores, Voldemort had decided a plan to not only break the girl but to also put the Death eaters in their place. He would also make an heir at the same time. Although he was confident in their abilities, Voldemort sometimes wondered if he'd placed all his eggs into one basket by creating horcruxes. An heir would help cement his power base, and being the child of the mudblood would show the magical world how a mudblood can be put in her place and also because of the power represented by Lily Evans. He'd measured her power, and was satisfied he'd made the right decision. She was indeed power. Besides that she had founders blood in her body. Hufflepuff and Gryffindor to be precise. Perfect. Another connection nipped in the bud.

Voldemort glided towards the bound girl. He bent down over the bed, and stroked her hair. The girl flinched away from him, pleasing Voldemort. Excellent. She was already afraid of him. This was easy. He could smell her hair, and it felt smooth in his hand.

" Lily Evans," Voldemort whispered, looking down the length of her body, admiring her silky smooth skin, her large breasts, her long legs...she looked like a goddess, and unlike the pureblood witches he'd met over the years this girl was more attractive somehow. " This is a pleasure."

The greeting gave the girl the incentive to speak. " You murdered my family. This isn't a pleasure." She spat.

Voldemort chuckled. " That was a gift, to Severus."

The mudblood's face contorted as if she'd sucked a lemon. " So he is a death eater. Can't say I'm surprised. What did you promise him?" She said. Intelligent, too. My followers and my intelligence inside the castle didn't exaggerate. Voldemort mused to himself before answering his guest's questions. " I promised him what he wanted, I gave him those members of the Potter family to prove himself to me, and he succeeded. Now he is a valued member of my inner circle, but he is a problem because he keeps talking about you. At first, I'd assumed he wanted to simply have you as a slave, but he doesn't." Voldemort looked down at her disgusted.

" He loves you, Lily Evans."

Lily was surprised this monster would speak to her in such a civil manner, expecting herself to be tortured for just being a muggle born witch, even though she was sickened by the sound of his voice. It was like a cold wind drifting across the ocean from the North pole in summer, but he was, and more than that he was restrained, but he could change at any moment and kill her. Lily wasn't stunned about Snape being a death eater, she'd suspected it for a long time now, and Voldemort had confirmed he was responsible for James family suffering like that. A part of Lily could see that James had painted the bullseye on his family himself by bullying Severus in the past, but that didn't mean they had to die the way they had. Lily had heard stories of even pureblood witches ' blood traitors ' as Voldemort's followers called them being tortured and raped as their husbands and children watched their mothers and sisters being degraded in front of them. Had Severus done that? If he did then she hoped James killed him.

She wondered what Voldemort had promised him though, and it made her sick when Voldemort had said the word slave. That brought unhealthy and sick images to her mind. There were two forms of slave in her mind that Snape might want her to be, and neither of them made her feel any better. When Voldemort looked sick when he said the word love, Lily felt ill. She'd known for a long time Severus had an obsession of her, but in her mind it wasn't like that. She had no feeling for him like that, and he should know that by now.

She didn't love him, she couldn't, not for what he had become. She would and could never love someone who enjoyed murdering people, and taunting their relatives for it afterwards. That was a cowardly tactic.

Lily snorted. " Well, tell him from me its not gonna happen. He had a chance, and he blew it by calling me a mudblood."

" Yes," Voldemort agreed cordially. " He was upset about that, but he had no where else to go, if the woman he loved despised him-"

Lily interrupted him. " I didn't say I despised him. I just wanted him to grow up. I've had time last year and this year to see that Snape brings most of what happens to him on himself. He sneers and degrades students, is it any wonder they retaliate? Thats the problem with people like him, they go through life expecting to be better, but in truth they become nothing more than cold, bitter and twisted men. God knows what kind of man Severus becomes in later life. Is that what you promised him, a chance to get even?"

Voldemort nodded. " Yes. But I need to put him in his place, and my followers."

Lily frowned at him. " What do you mean?"

Voldemort smiled. It sent a shiver down her spine. " I need to make sure Snape knows that as his master, I am stronger than he is, that if he displeases me then he will be...humiliated, and that is where you come in, like that." He gestured at her bound and half naked form. Lily looked down at herself, and horror forced its way through her mind. No, she thought, not that, please!

Voldemort smirked as the realisation for her fate dawned on her face.

An hour later, and Lily was crying as Voldemort once more thrust into her before pulling out, and then thrusting himself back into her incredibly sore pussy. Muffled screams through the red, ironically, Gryffindor ball gag sounded through her mouth whilst salty tears ran down her cheeks like rivers. Her hands gripped the bed sheets as Voldemort fucked her roughly. The Dark Lord had flicked his wand and she'd been free, only to have Voldemort cast a spell that flipped her over and maneuver her into the doggy position, her bum in the air. Then Voldemort had stripped himself naked, and Lily remembered the sight of his cock, it was massive, and it was so thick it was painful. Voldemort had raped her twice in the last hour, and he was still cumming inside her. Lily felt a hand grab her head and pulling her back as Voldemort fucked her harder than before. The Dark lord grunted as he plowed into her before they both came at the same time. Lily closed her eyes, visions of Voldemort's seed entering her womb and impregnating her.

Lily dropped exhausted to the pillow, tears dropping from her red eyes, but then she felt Voldemort's mouth at her breasts, and Lily had to stop herself from enjoying the sensations. She'd been a virgin before she'd been kidnapped, and she'd hoped to save herself for James, now that was impossible. She didn't want to be classed as a whore.

Voldemort's hideous visage swam up in front of her eyes, and he sneered at her. " You like that, don't you? No matter, you'll be the mother of my child, and my wife."

Lily closed her eyes and cried, then Voldemort used his knees to separate her legs to get to her still sore cunt, and forced himself inside her again. The rough penetration again made Lily cry fresh tears, and her head twisted round to the stoic person on the other side of the room. Severus Snape was sitting there, watching as the girl he'd loved since they were nine years old was raped by the very master he'd joined for life. Lily had sent him looks, hoping he would help her, but he didn't. The looks of disgust on his face were clear to her. He hated her now, and he was glad she was being raped and put in her place.

Lily needed no further proof, Severus Snape was truly a Death eater, and was no longer her friend. She'd tried to help him at fifteen, and he'd spat in her face, two years later and he'd blown his chance to redeem himself.

Had it really been two days? Lily had been convinced it was longer than that. Two days of being raped repeatedly, and her body was sore. Voldemort had gone off to take care of business, so she'd had time to explore the suite of rooms the Malfoys had given him. She needed a dozen showers to try and get rid of the filth from her body, but it didn't work. Voldemort kept raping her, and Lily was certain that she was pregnant by now. She frowned as she ran a hand down her presently flat stomach, sure that under the skin, inside her womb there was already a fertilised egg growing inside her.

Lily closed her eyes, wondering if she could love the spawn of a murderer, Voldemort certainly didn't understand the meaning of the emotion or the word, but she would try to love it. Maybe there was a possibility the child would be a squib, but then Voldemort would kill it without any thought. She would try, Lily resolved, doing her best to feel strong. Then she thought of James. Would he still want to date her, marry her if she was carrying the bastards spawn? Tears ran down her face as she knew the answer would be no. She could never see James again, she was ashamed of herself for even straying too close to the edges of the Hogwarts grounds. What the hell had she been thinking?

As Lily showered, she thought about her dismal future. In the time she'd been with him, Voldemort had ranted about his past, how he was once known as Tom Marvolo Riddle, how he'd once been living in a muggle orphanage, and how his mother had been abandoned, forsaken by her filthy muggle lover because his child was a wizard. The look of delight on his face as he described how he'd murdered his own family sickened Lily, but it was how Voldemort had lived together for so long that made her disgusted.

Horcruxes. In plural.

Severus, before they'd gone to Hogwarts, had given her a book on many dark arts in the magical world, and although it was an encyclopedia, she'd felt ill reading about it, but the book was actually a document that showed the many good sides to the dark arts. For instance, the imperious curse could be used in dentistry, and the cruciatus could be used to jumpstart a heart after a coronary. But there was one side of the book that showed the magics that were truly without such a light sided application. Horcruxes. The fact Voldemort had made the word plural was sickening, just as the idea that this monster had split his soul up more than once over the years. How was anyone going to defeat him? The soul was like a net, holding the body and mind into the land of mortality, and if that net was ripped, the balance became unstable. Lily's mind thought of how he could be killed, she no longer gave a toss about Dumbledore's forgive all policy, which he gave to the students, allowing them to do as they liked in the school. With that mentality, someone was going to die. She might not be able to kill Voldemort, but what if he accidentally killed himself? No, she shook her head, that would never work. Voldemort wanted to live forever, that was the very last thing he wanted.

Lily stopped the water coming from the faucet, feeling the relief the water falling onto her body dripping from her body as well as the water. She sighed as she left the stall before drying herself. She didn't care about making a mess, maybe Voldemort would come in and slip, breaking his neck as he did. As the thought came to her as she dried herself, she stopped as she considered. Voldemort slept on the other side of the bed from her, and the last two nights had been the worst for her since the Dark Lord had taken to fucking her at night, enjoying listening to her scream in agony as he powered into her, ripping her body apart. When he was finished, Voldemort would go to sleep, turning over to face his bedside table, leaving her in agony and unable to move for hours. But she knew one thing. Voldemort kept his wand on his bedside table. No, she thought, pushing that idea around. She would never be able to get out of bed to take advantage of the careless place the Dark Lord had put the wand. For one, she would be agony, secondly, the bastard might wake up as she tried picking it up quietly. He hadn't told her much about the sort of rituals he'd used on top of the horcruxes, but she wouldn't put it past him to have enhanced his hearing on top of his other senses.

No. She would have to think of something else, but how long did she have? One thing she knew was that she didn't have any idea how to escape. She had no wand, it had possibly been destroyed, leaving her defenceless.

Lily dried herself, the idea of somehow forcing Voldemort to kill himself sticking into her mind. She locked the thought behind her occlumency barriers. She'd learnt the mind art in her fourth year, and in an act of inspiration, she'd taken a library and an invisibility cloak, the library to hide the contents of her mind, and the cloak to simply shroud it.

Donning the emerald green satin clothes that did nothing to cover or hide her cleavage, giving Voldemort something to look at and giving him a good leer. Bastard, she thought to herself bitterly.

The door opened, and Voldemort strode in. Ah, Lily thought, speak of the devil and he shall appear. She kept her back to him, she didn't want to even look at him, she knew he was here to humiliate her. She swallowed as the quiet Dark lord glided up behind her, and her breath hitched inside her throat. Then she felt his hands wrap around her waist, and touch her stomach where their child would be growing. The thought of having children had always been one of Lily's greatest desires, but not like this.

" How is my child?"

Lily pushed away from him, knowing it was a bad idea but far from caring. She still kept her back to him, she had no real desire to look at him, and if she was killed in a temper tantrum then so much the better. " I don't even know if I'm pregnant at the moment."

The sneer in Voldemort's voice cut through her excuse. " After all the times I put you in your place?"

Lily swung round, her infamous temper getting the better of her. " You mean all the times you raped me, don't you?"

Voldemort smirked, enjoying her fury. " Why yes."

" How do your followers feel about you, an almighty pureblood lord raping an innocent girl and ripping her life away? Oh, wait, I forgot," Lily sneered at him. " You're not a pureblood, and you're nothing but a jumped up nobody."

Voldemort's enjoyment faded. " Silence."

But Lily wouldn't stop. " No, I won't stop. Your a nothing, just some jumped little half blood. You an inch above me in that regard, aren't you? How are you better than me? I hope your mother's watching you with disgust on her face, 'cause if I meet her I'll bloody murder her for even getting that muggle to knock her up." She looked him up and down, knowing he was getting angrier with every syllable that came from her mouth, but she couldn't care. " What a wonderful thing for a pureblood to boast about, oh sorry, I mean halfblood. To be sired by a muggle. A worthless muggle."

That childish comment was enough to break through Voldemort's control. With a frightening roar of rage, the Dark Lord whipped out his wand, and pointed it at the frightened Lily. Then the idea came back into her mind...

Uncaring he may be killing his heir, he was simply too angry to care about the possible consequences, Voldemort aimed his wand at her. As he incanted the killing curse, Lily shot towards him, and before the stunned Dark lord could react, but it was too late.

" Avada Kedavra!" The killing curse, incanted by Lord Voldemort himself, aimed at Lily Evans who he'd raped repeatedly for the last 48 hours, and was now almost certainly pregnant, but was now jammed against his chest at point blank range when Lily had rushed him.

The killing curse impacted on the stunned Dark Lord, who had barely had a chance to stop his own death, but the effect was something Lily had hoped for and anticipated. If anyone else had tried to kill him, the horcruxes would bring him back safely, but if he himself tried to kill himself then the magic of the horcruxes would be broken.

Before the crying Lily Evan's eyes, Lord Voldemort collapsed and died.

A/N. I know from experience from my first Catwoman story that rape is far from welcome, but I got hit with the possibility of Lord Voldemort being the father of Lily's child instead of James. With this as the building block of the story, I'm hoping to write a totally different meta witch story without Voldemort in it. Please tell me what you think.