Lily Evans and James Potter walked arm-in-arm through the park. The love between the two was obvious and any observing them could see that they only had eyes for each other.
“I can’t believe we won’t be going back to Hogwarts next year. That our time there is over.” Lily said to James.
“I know. I’m still not sure what I want to do now that we are done with school. I guess I have plenty of time to figure it out. Dumbledore wanted me to meet with him and alluded to the dangers in the world right now. I wander what he wants?” James said to the beautiful red-head walking with him.
“He wanted to talk to me, too. Maybe it was about the same thing?” Lily replied.
They were now surrounded by trees. From beneath the canopy of leaves a dark shadow emerged on the path ahead of the young couple. The shadow approached the couple, wand slightly sticking out of his sleeve. As he drew nearer, the couple seemed to feel his presence, the darkness clung to him and fear seemed to take sustenance from him.
Lily and James stopped; their own wands were quickly produced as they faced one of the most feared wizards of their time.
“Well, well, well. Who do we have here, young James Potter and Lily Evans. I have been trying to find the time and place to meet with you. Finally I see you face-to-face. I have heard great things about both of you.”
“Why have you been searching for us?” James asked as he took a step in front of Lily, as if to shield her from the evil standing in front of them.
“I would like you to join me. Come, become a part of my organization. We could do great things together.” Voldemort asked the young couple.
“We will never join you,” Lily said with such determination and vehemence that Voldemort’s head moved to look her in the face.
“She’s right. You are darkness and a curse on the wizarding community. We will never be a part of that,” James said as Lily stepped up to stand directly beside him.
“That is your loss then. Say goodbye to your young lives,” Voldemort said as he raised his wand.
Before he could say or do anything else, the couple grabbed hands and apparated back to James’ home. They hung onto each other a few minutes before grabbing some parchment and paper to write Dumbledore to tell him about the encounter. Both were well aware that they had made a powerful enemy that day. Neither regretted the decision.