She didn't look her best in the dreadful color of black, but it was unfortunately the color of the trade. Bearing with it as best she could, Lily pulled her dark red curls into a tight bun resting at the back of her head. She could remember a time when her hair had beautiful youthful and healthy curls but over the course of this seemingly never ending war, her hair had become flat and almost lifeless. She swore she could hear a few strands breaking as she tied her hair back. After securing the locks out of her way, she straightened her black dress and put her coat over her shoulders, buttoning the top few buttons so that it stayed in place.

Most of the other women waited in their chambers for their male escorts to come for them, but Lily Potter was unlike all the other women. In fact, she different from nearly everyone in the large, imposing building, but she had yet found cause to release the full force of her power. As she opened the heavy door of her room, she stepped out into the hall, and let the door crash shut behind her. The sound echoed, bouncing off of every piece of dark, depressing furniture in the corridor, but she turned and walked down the narrow hall as though it had been silent. She knew the other men were behind her, watching her, but only a select few had ever really approached her. Lily was openly on their side of the struggle, but it did not make her any more approachable or less frightening.

As she passed the door nearest to the staircase, her brother exited the room and she paused to wait for him. He, too, was of course dressed in black, but Lily felt the men's clothing were far more modest than the women's. It was not as though a strict dress code was enforced, but wearing bright and bubbly colors renders one's opinion as useless. Of course, wearing a dress, no matter how dark the color, that did not show at least some exciting skin, rendered the same effect on her part. It was just another challenge Lily was forced to overcome as a women in a world dominated by men.

"Are you ready?" Albus asked his only sister but was careful not to sound too concerned. Their allegiance was first to the Division, and perhaps then to their family ties. Lily did not answer, but he saw the lack of anything in her eyes. There was no happiness, nor was there sadness. Lily had long ago given up any attachments to emotions. In their positions, emotions made everything more difficult. Albus nodded slightly as he put his hand to the small of her back as they descended the stairs side by side. The other men in the hallway followed a few steps behind them, slightly envious of Albus at the proximity to Lily he was granted. No other man even dared to be within arm's reach of the woman, let alone in proximity of her wand point.

In somewhat of a line, Lily and the many men filed into a long dining hall and took their assigned seats. They had been prearranged by rank and slowly, one could move up through the ranks, but it was a fairly difficult task to undertake. After all, only one person could sit at the right hand of Christopher Adler, self proclaimed leader of the new world he sought to bring about. Some number of years ago his previous right hand man had met his unfortunate demise and a new person was picked to fill the new role. Nobody had expected it to be Lily Potter. Nobody expect Lily and Albus, of course.

As Albus took his seat near the middle of the table, Lily continued to the end to sit on the right side of the head of the table. Slowly the many seats filled, and eventually a man entered the room from the opposite side everyone else had entered through. All the men, including Albus, rose their feet rather quickly, but Lily took her time as she finished sipping from her wine glass. She gently set it back on the table top, before she began to rise to her feet as well. By the time she had stood, Chris had already reached the head of the table and his lifeless gray eyes had fallen on her. The men of the room had bowed their heads out of respect and reverence, but Lily held her hand out to him.

With a smirk and perhaps amusement, Chris took her delicate fingers in his hand and lowered his lips to the back of her hand. "My love," He greeted her in his deep voice and Lily only smiled back at him. He hadn't known her all her life and as a result he could never recognize the forced nature of her smiles. To Lily and Albus, it didn't matter. So long as Chris loved her, she was safe. By association, he was too. Albus did not have the same level of safety, but what little was guaranteed was greatly accepted.

"Shall we begin?" Lily's voice hadn't lost its life the way her hair and eyes had. Instead, Lily's voice could mimic a wide variety of emotions and tones, only one of which was love and romance. Albus hoped that she wasn't always mimicking and did still feel something every once in a while, but he was never daring enough to voice his thoughts on the matter.

"Yes, "Chris agreed and turned his gaze to the rest of his men and released Lily's fingers. She gracefully slipped into her seat while the men clumsily sat down around her. Food was brought in by young men and women, all of whom had been taken captive through battle of some sort. As with any other meal or meeting, or any time those attendants, as Chris referred to them as, were in her presence, Lily kept her eyes casted downward to her plate and glasses. Nobody knew of the turmoil within her, but that was simply part of her, both parts of her. All of her life, she had been very capable of hiding things away from the public, and life in the Division gave her all the practice she needed to perfect that skill.

Of course, that was not the only skill Lily had been blessed with. Lily was an exceptional witch, unmatched by any other in the Division and despite Chris' faint but present division of the sexes, Lily held her own against a good majority of the men around her. There was one other skill Lily possessed as well, but was not one she held alone. If Potters and Weasley's were good at anything at all, it was survival.

Lily's position was not one she favored but in the war stricken wizarding world, it gave her protection. If she were to visit the bed of any man, it might as well be the man untouched by the crumbling Ministry and terrorizing the Wizarding world without consequence. Albus was given some protection through her. It had been years since the Division had gained any real power, and as such, it had been quite some time since the pair had been in touch with their family. Nonetheless, James, Rose, and Hugo all have survived the many years under oppression at Chris Adler's hand.

Lily and Albus have never understood how it was possible, but they are never surprised when news of Chris' raids return and their beloved brother and cousin are not among the dead or wounded. James has often lead attacks against the Division, and has come far too close to Chris than he cares for, but the two strong men never seem to fall to one another. As such, James remained at the top of Chris' enemies. James was to be killed on sight at all costs. He's never so much as touched.

While James is the face of the revolution against the ruling power of the Division, Rose is the mastermind behind it all. Chris knew so little of Rose Weasley that she hasn't become of interest to him yet. He doesn't understand that James' skilled spells are his own but his clever tactics are the work of a former Ravenclaw cousin.

As for Hugo, Lily's only cousin her age, a place in the battle fronts did not sit well with his tender heart. Instead, he kept all the revolutionaries in as good of health as he could. Of course, as soon as they stopped bleeding they ran off to be wounded again. As such, Hugo was kept busy and was constantly protected. Keeping the head of their infirmary safe was a main concern and a well founded idea on James' part.

Though not a Weasley or Potter by blood, Scorpius Malfoy seemed to share the ability to survive with the family that nearly raised him. He wasn't nearly as lucky as James in the battle fronts, but in one of Chris' many prisons, Scorpius has outlived the life expectancy of any prisoner not granted life as a servant. Killing him useless, but Chris has kept his alive expecting a time where the Malfoy's life will prove to be a useful bargaining asset. As such, Scorpius remains barely fed, just enough to keep him breathing, in a place Lily and Albus have no knowledge of. Perhaps it's best they don't and they're allowed to continue in their positions as loyal followers to Chris and the Division, without any lingering thoughts of releasing him and aiding in his escape. Lily knows better than anyone that if there was one person willing to risk everything to rescue him, it was her, and if anybody would ever help her in such a suicidal task, it was Albus. It was arguable that nobody loved him more than the pair who could nothing to save him.