Engaging

A Dark Lust

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they belong to J. K. Rowling. Except for Sara Sweets, she belongs to me . Author's note: This is based upon what I have taken from the Harry Potter stories, and is totally in my head. And I seriously believe that Voldemort is either in love with Lily or is her half-brother, so that is in this story. If you are easily offended by vulgar language or sexual content you should not read this fanficiton. Please review.

Lily had left the room as carefree as ever. Sara smiled at the thought, she truly did envy her friend. Though she would never tell anyone that.

She sat on her bed, bushing her thick mass of red curls. Her hair had always been her pride and joy. It was something that she had that no one else did. There were so many other things that others had that she could never have.

She lightly jumped from her bed to the floor below, without waking the other three up. She made her way downstairs and into the common room.

She sat on the couch and continued to brush through her hair, her eyes glazing over as she thought of all the things she would never know.

A voice called to her, bringing her out of her thoughts. She looked around the room only to find that she was alone.

A cold breeze beckoned to her.

She looked about for its source to find that a window was open. She stood and went to it to pull it closed but that didn't seem to help.

She went back to the couch and pulled it closer to the fire, sitting down again and rubbing her hands up and down her arms.

She pulled her legs up onto the couch and hugged her knees to her chest, her body shivering as the voice called her name once more.

Her eyes widened as the flames of the fire twisted and danced and intertwined, stretching to make the figure of a man.

The moment she realized who it was he revealed himself to her, it was Tom, Lily's friend from that first night.

"Hello beautiful lady, I have not forgotten you," he cooed as the flames receded from his body and he made his way to her.

She tried to back away but she couldn't go any father than the back of the couch. Her breath quickened, he had not used Floo Powder. She would have known. But those were real flames. That meant that even if she tried to toast his ass he wouldn't even notice. And she had stupidly left her wand upstairs in her room. So she tried to scare him away with, "Sir, you should not be here." Then she chided herself, he wouldn't be scared by such a stupid remark.

"All is well, little one. Indiscretions in the dark are good for you. Especially when done with the dark, then the dark will protect you from the light." He said, looming over her.

"Unless it is the light with the dark, for the light can easily find itself." She attempted to outwit him.

"Don't worry picolla, I am good to those I love. I know how to please you."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words and she began to thrash out, hoping to punch him in the nose.

He easily caught her flailing arms and pulled her wrists over her head with a single hand. His other hand found its way to the bottom of her shirt.

"I swear I'm going to scream," she threatened.

He pulled out his wand and said a spell as she gathered her breath, "I think you will find it hard to do so picolla." He said sympathetically.

Sara attempted to follow up her threat, but no sound escape. He had taken away her best defense that easily.

His hand snaked up her shirt to fondle her breast through the thin lacy bra that she wore.

Immediately Sara began to kick out at him with her legs, her target, his rather noticeable groins.

He yelped as she hit him, but instead of falling over as she had hoped, he reached for his wand once more, aiming it at her legs as he said the incantation, then he repeated it at her arms and released her.

Sara wanted to bolt away but to her horror she found that she could not move her limbs.

"That was not wise, child." He chastised, "Now I am angry, and I am not a kind man when I am mad."

Her eyes widened as he found the waistband of her short pajama bottoms and pulled the silk away, taking her cotton underwear with them, "You had better still be free of any touch than mine, picolla, I am not nice when jealous."

She watched helplessly as he lowered himself to her and spread her legs apart, his tongue finding her.

She wanted to scream, wanted to shout, to beat him to a bloody pulp, but she was useless at the moment, with a few spells he had made her this way.

He looked up at her, his eyes hungry, "Good, you are still mine. But I must claim you, or at least mark you. I am short on time, so it will have to be the latter, my apologies picolla." He said.

She inhaled deeply as his teeth grew into sharp fangs as he smiled at her. He leaned back down and viciously bit her inner thigh, his teeth going deep, gashing open her flesh.

Hot tears were streaming down her cheeks, but there was nothing that she could do but cry. She closed her eyes to the pain as sharp nails clawed into her sides.

She looked back down at him as he raised his head, her blood trickling down his chin. He came up and kissed her forehead, "I will come back to claim you another night, when I am not so busy. Stay mine, love, for no man shall have you and live."

She watched as he burst into flames above her face, the flames slowly vanishing.

The moment he was gone she could move again, she pulled her bottoms back on and rolled over to face the couch, tears overcoming her. Great sobs of fear racking her thin form.

"Sara?" A voice called from behind her, "Is that you?"

She knew it to be Sirius. She bolted up and ran up the stairs to her room.

Sirius stood in shock. Had he seen blood on her bare midriff?