(Authors Notes)

Hello everybody! First off, thank you for all who've favored and commented on my story so far! I'm glad that you are enjoying reading it. Second, it's story time! ^_^

(Story)

Harry Apparated as he clenched Helen's wrist. She felt a compressing force around her body and her head begin to spin. She then found herself on all fours in the grass as she coughed and gasped for air. Harry then lifted her and supported her from the shoulders as she found her balance.

"Are you all right Helen?" Harry asked. Helen only brushed him aside and rubbed her eyes.

"Yeah…I'm…I'm fine!" Helen said as she let rubbed the aching feeling from her eyes. When she removed her hand and opened her eyes again, she gasped in shock and fear at the bright sight before her.

In another tiny patch of a grassy field in the woods, a cottage was burning in flames. The fireballs shot up in the sky and the heat resonated toward the group that was carefully trying to approach the inferno. As soon as they drew out of their wands to clear the flames, another explosion occurred and a tiny ball of fire was hurling at them. A woman's cries were heard as the fiery object landed in the grass. She rolled around until the flames disappeared off of her. Helen immediately gasped and ran up to the woman.

"Regan!" Helen screamed as she turned to woman around. Patches of burnt blonde hair were on her reddened and peeling scalp. Her hands, arms, stomach, and legs all had burnt marks. Her face was distorted as she melted in the flames when she was in the house. Patches of what was black clothing were on her and melted plastic had molded itself to her cheek. Helen was about to reach out and touch her sister, but felt her hands tremble and she clenched them, afraid to touch her sister.

Then, suddenly, a chilling noise made the air. It was almost a humming sound as the flames continued to burn. It started out quietly, and steadily got louder until it hit a steady level on a relatively low note. Then, a woman's voice emerged from somewhere.

Oh come, oh some Emmanuel,

To free your captive Israel,

That mourns in lonely exile in here.

Until the son of God appear,

Rejoice, rejoice, oh Israel!

To you shall come Emmanuel!

The voice was glassy, chilly, and airy! Yet…it had a warm ring to it. The group frantically turned their heads around, searching for wherever the music was coming from. As the humming-like sound continued, they heard another tiny explosion from the house. This time, the entire front of the house came tumbling down, creating a path. The tiny group prepared themselves and their wands for whatever was going to happen next. Then, from the flames and with the humming noise, a low rumbling sound emerged…like a growl of some kind. Helen then stared wide eyed as the thing that the growl belonged to emerged from her burning house.

An abnormally large tiger emerged from the path that the flamed created. It must have been about four feet at its shoulders, making it about five feet tall with its head perked up. This tiger coolly prowled out of the flaming wreck and stood proudly before the group. As then all took a closer look at the tiger, they noticed that instead of burnt fur like they'd expected, they found deep gashes and scratches instead. The tiger was now just outside of the flames and out of the cottage when its dark eyes prowled over the tiny group…until they landed on Regan. She'd was now staring wide-blue-eyed at the tiger as it growled at her. The tiger then started to prowl over her. But…before it took more than three steps toward her, the tiger morphed and changed. The tiger shrunk and stood up. The body then slimmed out and the fur disappeared except for a bit that turned into greasy and scraggly hair. The silhouette of a skinny girl took the place of the huge tiger. Her clothes were gone except for a few small strips of ripped up jeans around her privates. The rest was all bare to see.

The girl then started walking slowly over toward Regan. The girl kept her movements smooth, spooking the frightened woman. She let her hair cover her face and eyes as she glared with hatred at the woman. She gasped in a deep breath as the girl began to eerily sing again.

Veni veni Emmanuel,

Captivum solve Israel!

Qui gemit in exilio,

Privatus dei fillio.

Gaude! Gaude, Emmanuel!

Nasectur pro te, Israel.

Lily unconsciously continued the humming in behind her as she finally paused a good few yards away from the still burning house, giving her a shadow cloaked impression against the bright flames. Nobody could even see her eyes; but Regan…Regan could feel those eyes. She could feel Lily's piercing and powerful gaze, stabbing at her in her head and her stomach.

Do you enjoy this? The fear…the presence of power and control far beyond your reach?

Regan widened her eyes and began whimpering as Lily's now glassy voice coldly whispered in her ear…taunting her…daring her to utter a sound.

Do you enjoy it?

Regan now felt her heart begin to race and her head spin as Lily continued to gaze at her. After letting her tormentor suffer for a few moments, Lily tiredly took in a breath before speaking.

"I didn't think so." She coldly said. Regan's fear finally got the best of her and she slumped down unconscious in the grass.

But, even though Regal was passed out before her, Lily continued her powerful gaze, silently wishing the woman a curse for the rest of her life. She didn't notice the burn marks and gashes and bruises causing her extreme pain as she struggled to stand. She didn't notice Helen gazing up at her with fear and pity in her eyes for the girl. She didn't even notice her family walking towards her or Kingsley and his Aurors arriving. Kingsley quickly analyzed the scene and motioned for his Aurors to move into the scene.

An Auror gingerly tapped Lily on the head with his wand, knocking her unconscious; and therefore, stopping her magic. The haunting melody died down and the flames on the house dissolved away, revealing nothing but a giant pile of ash.

Kingsley then gave Harry a nod and Harry strode over to Helen's side. He kneeled down next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Helen…we have to take your sister with us to our hospital. These wounds were created by flames that were powered by magic. Which means…only magic can heal her." Harry explained to a still bewildered Helen.

"All right…all right." Helen quickly said. She was about to stand up, but Harry held her in place.

"And…you're going to have to come with us too, Helen. You're a Muggle who's witnessed a major magical outburst and…well, there are protocols that we have to carry out." Harry said. Rather that resistance like he'd expected from a headstrong Helen, she relaxed and looked at her friend with content.

"All right Harry. Whatever this protocol thing is, I trust you." Helen said as she gave him one last glance of content. She was then grabbed on her other shoulder by another Auror and Harry quickly let go of her as she was Apparated to the Ministry. Harry then watched with Kingsley as a group of Aurors lifted Regan's body with their wands. They then left with the group as they Apparated out of the melancholy scene.

(Author's notes)

As always, reviews are welcome, and I promise that I'll update this soon! On a side note, the song is 'Oh Come Emmanuel'. It's a song about waiting to be saved and waiting to be freed, so I thought that it would suit Lily's situation of wanting to be free from Regan's clutches.