The Book Of Prophecies

The day had seemed endless for James and the others, but for someone else, it ended to quickly. Tom Riddle, otherwise known as Voldemort, was fuming. All day long, he had been avoided as much as possible. No one knew what he would do in a mood like this. They were afraid. That was exactly what Voldemort was reaching for, but he didn't seem to be enjoying it much at the time. As a matter of fact, nothing would have made him happy at that time... Unless, of course, that thing was the event of Dumbledore's death, but that was extremely unlikely. So he settled for ranting and raving all day through.

He had special plans for the girl called Lily Evans, and the entire thing had gone awry with one, simple letter. How could he have been so stupid as to allow this to happen? He was the one who was supposed to tell Lily of her powers. He was the one who was supposed to teach her magic. He was supposed to introduce her to her special powers. The one who was supposed to show her of her most interesting lineage and the fact that one of her ancestors had a very important role in the making of everything the wizarding world had at this day and would have in years to come.

All that had been shattered. Every single plan had been torn to pieces. He would never get her to serve his purposes if she went. He couldn't touch her at Hogwarts. He doubted greatly if even an owl sent from him could get inside the wretched school.

Then there were the events of later that day. She wasn't supposed to get her powers this early. This only meant that she was more powerful than suspected and was all the more important in his success. And then, she had been idiotic enough to let her brain cloud over. How could she be so stupid? To go and get herself hit by a car? She was no good to him dead. This couldn't be happening. Could. Not. Be. Happening.

Voldemort stopped pacing and sat down on the edge of his four-poster looking around. Why did everything have to be black? With a swish of his wand, the hangings and furniture suddenly changed colors. Instead of black and gray, they were transformed into all shades of green and silver. His old school colors. They had been good colors. They fit just perfectly with the stylings of his room. There seemed to be no heat emitting from the large fireplace in the corner, which was blazing large, densely green flames.

As his thoughts returned to Lily, he decided to write her a letter. He was sure... And then it hit him. What would the muggle doctors say when they saw Lily's blood? They certainly would not think it was normal. How could anyone think blood like that was normal? No matter what the status, it was all the same. People have red blood and anything different is definitely considered strange.

He decided he would send someone out to get her, or, better yet, he would go get her himself. What was that muggle saying? He thought. Oh, yes, 'If you want something done right, do it yourself.'

Walking over to a wall mirror near the fireplace, he performed a de-aging spell, only stopping when it looked like he was just old enough to take care of himself. At this point, he could finally reflect upon on the changes he had place on his body in hopes of gaining immortality. He had started when he was the age he now looked. He went quickly from a handsome 19 year old just starting his life outside of school and that orphanage to an extremely hideous and evil 20 year old who was already beginning to be feared. No one would suspect him in this body.

There was a timid knock on the door disturbing Voldemort's thoughts.

"Come in," he snapped. "And make it quick." A tall, silverish-blond haired man walked in and opened his mouth to speak, but stopped the moment he saw his master.

"Sir?" he asked. "Is everything all right?" He was very confused, but, he thought, anyone else would be, too, if they came to report to their master and he was suddenly 26 years younger, and much handsomer. (A/N: that took a while to figure out considering I did all the math in my head with my annoying little brother talking to himself right behind me, and I don't think handsomer really sounds right, but, hey, if Word won't fix it then I guess I'll leave it.)

"Everything is fine, Malfoy," Voldemort replied. "I just have a little errand to run. Now, what did you want?" He looked impatient, but not as evil and the change nearly made Malfoy forget what he had come for. "Well?"

"Oh, yes," Malfoy said quickly, trying to bring himself back together. "It's about that auror... Potter, I think it is. He has agreed to the terms, but his son will be at Hogwarts this year." If he was expecting anger then he was greatly relieved. Voldemort suddenly began to laugh, and it was no longer the cruel, heartless laugh that had claimed him for so long. It was an actual laugh.

"This," he stated. "Is perfect."

* * *

Lily awoke later that night, shortly before dawn. The room she was in was completely white. She could find no sign of any other color besides her own hair. Even her skin was white. What happened? she thought. And where am I? Her wonderings were cut short by a young women, also clothed in white, walking in to the room.

"Hello," she said in a kindly tone. "I'm glad to see you're awake, though I would have thought you'd sleep through the night." This made no, or at least very little, sense to Lily. In fact, the only thing that did make sense was the question that was still running through her head.

"Where am I?" Better to just get it out of the way, she thought. The lady smiled at her.

"St. Mungo's of course!" she said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, but this made even less sense to Lily than anything that had been said so far.

"St. Mungo's?" At least she was starting to make sense out of her own questions, but that wasn't too helpful because she now had millions of them.

"Yes," the woman said. "St. Mungo's. Don't tell me you've never heard of it. St. Mungo's? You know. The magical hospital?" Lily was trying to process this in her mind, but it wasn't working. The questions were still there and she finally found one that she thought would probably be the most important seeing as how that's one of the first things you learn about yourself. She looked back at the lady, who she now knew to be a nurse.

"Who am I?"

* * *

* * *

Far, far away (and it really was quite far), a young girl, about Lily's age, began to stir in her sleep. She had not been asleep for long, no more than a half an hour. Her brother looked over at her. It was becoming more and more often that this would happen. She would squirm in her sleep so much that he had to wake her up, and then she would tell him that she had not been having nightmares, but visions. She would tell him over and over, and, eventually, she would wind up telling him everything she saw and he would write it down in this book of his. She never did understand why he did it.

He prepared to go over and wake her, when she began to calm down. She did this many times, but he could feel it was different this time. He went to sit beside her and noticed she was saying something, but he couldn't make it out.

All of a sudden, her eyes snapped open, she sat up straight, and she screamed. He jerked back and fell on the floor, then got up to comfort her, but it was no use. She was screaming louder than a banshee and she wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

* * *

Someone else also jerked awake at the same time to the sound of a tapping on the window.

"Stupid owl," Remus Lupin complained groggily, but he got up anyway. He doubted his parents were awake, or, if they were, they were too busy to get the owl, even if it was for them.

He opened the window and the owl settled itself on his wardrobe, ruffling his feathers as he held out his leg. Still half asleep, Remus clumsily untied the letter, placed it on his desk, and climbed back into bed. He was, at first, grateful that the owl didn't object to staying the night, but that changed tremendously once the owl got to sleep.

He was woken from the first stages of sleep five times before he realized what was waking him. There was a loud, half-grunt, half-hoot sound coming from the bedpost nearest his head and it was rather annoying not to mention loud.

There were three knocks on his door, that meant it was his mother. She always knocked three times and that was it. She also knocked very softly, but Remus, with his senses bumped up because of his lycanthropy, heard her all too well.

"Come in," he said, and she opened the door a crack. She smiled and the action seemed to take ten years off her.

Aurora Lupin (A/N: I like A names, as you will see later on, so, if you review, let me know if I'm using too many names that start with A.) was a beautiful woman, with sandy-brown hair, that her son inherited, and blue-green eyes, but she worried far too much, and the result made her look older than she was. It was not like she didn't smile often, but she was normally too panicked to see the joy in things.

"I wanted to talk to you about the letter that came last night," she said. she went in and shut the door behind her. "I came in your room earlier today and took it off your desk... along with the owl." She looked like she was dying to tell him what was in the letter, but couldn't find the right words, and Remus noticed this.

"Why don't you just let me read it?" he asked, and his mother handed it over. Skimming over the first few lines, he found out what was so exciting and began jumping up and down like he was a little boy again.

* * *

James looked around the room to find that he was the only one there. Sirius had already gotten up. Hopefully, James thought. He hasn't told my mom about Lily yet... or Sarah for that matter. He climbed out of bed, put on his glasses, and looked at the time. 3PM

"Shit," was all he said, but he was rather quick in putting on his clothes. Running down the hallway, he skidded to a stop at the stairs and ran down them. He finally made it to the kitchen in time to see Sarah backhand Sirius and Sirius ducking under the table, laughing hysterically at the sight of James.

Suddenly getting the feeling he was being pranked, James looked at the clock. sure enough, it was only noon, and James got the idea that Sirius had done the same thing to Sarah. The entire ordeal settled with James and Sarah calling Sirius a 'bad dog' and was made to sit and watch while they ate lunch and ravaged the entire meal when they told him he could eat.

Just then, Evelyn came in and began laughing at the sight before her. It was priceless. So priceless, in fact, that she summoned her camera and began photographing them. After the event was over, the three became serious (very hard to do when there's potato salad in your hair and you're trying to pick bread crumbs out of your ears, especially if you're Sirius, but they managed.). Sarah and Sirius nodded at James, and James looked at his mother.

"Mom?" he said. "There's something I need to talk to you about. See, there's this girl named Lily..." And he launched into the story. (A/N: I was taught that you should never start a sentence with and. And, I don't really care. As long as some part of me understands it and you understand at least 5% of it, then I'm ok..)

* * *

The nurse had left shortly after Lily's question. She had frowned slightly, and, Lily could have sworn she heard her say 'You don't know who you are? Oh no, this might be a little harder than I thought. Let's see... we must go get the doctor', but her lips had never moved.

Lily had been lying in the white room, staring at the white ceiling - and wondering if her vision only allowed her to see white and red, because those were the only two colors she'd seen all day - when the door opened and two people walked in. One was the nurse from before, but the other was a person she'd never seen before. He was tall and handsome with jet black hair and, rather, strange eyes, she couldn't quite tell the color. He was also wearing green and silver robes. She silently thanked him for wearing those robes because they proved she wasn't obviously damaged... besides her loss of memory.

"She doesn't know who she is," the nurse was explaining to him. " She doesn't appear to know very much about herself at all. It's nothing that can't be fixed with a memory potion or a memory reversal spell, but I'm still thankful you're here to see her off." The man just nodded, but Lily was hearing otherwise.

At that, Lily laughed. Those were the same thoughts she'd been having all day. This got his attention.

"I am Tom Riddle," he said. "And I have been put in charge of taking you, Lily Evans, back to your home." Tom... Tom Riddle, thought Lily. Where have I heard that before? Then, it clicked. Everything came back to her, and she very much wanted to get out of the hospital.