Engaging
Playing with Fire
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 her, Sara remembered as she pulled her knees into her chest.
She hadn't even been alone, she had been laying in her bed staring at the ceiling. All Three of the other girls had been there, but they were all asleep.
Then he had appeared.
Immediately she had gone for her wand but he had been quicker on the draw, or perhaps he had simply been ready, and had cast a spell that had forced her into paralysis once more.
He had told her that he wanted her, that he needed her. He had been bad that night, he had broken the law many times and he wanted to clear his slate. He said that the only way he could do that was for him to draw from her innocence.
Sara had said many curses to him, but none of the girls woke up, she had always been angry in her sleep. And she always screamed at her dreams so they had all gotten used to it in the six plus years that they shared a room with her.
He saw no need to silence her when he realized that no matter how much noise she made her friends wouldn't wake up. Not that he couldn't deal with them if they did.
His hands had found her shirt and had simply ripped it off, nearly shredding the thin material. His hands had found her breasts, had torn off her bra with a simple pull.
He had handled her roughly, bruising her easily. She cried out for help but no help came.
He bent his head to her body and she flared up, a flame licking his face, searing his right eye as he loomed over her.
He had snapped up in shock and minor pain, though it hadn't done more than graze him. He glared down at her, his temper getting the better of him.
He leaned into her once more while his hands had made their way to her neck for his fingers to encircle the column with a viselike grip.
She attempted to flame him again but his hands tightened, cutting off her air. His grip loosened a minute later, leaving her free to gasp for air as he took her into his mouth. Sara couldn't help but feel as if his tongue was an overly large slug, leaving a path of grime and ick where it trailed.
Again she flamed him, this time harder, so that his face was nearly engulfed. His grip tightened on her neck hard, his fingernails sharpening and cutting into her flesh. His mouth came to the beginning of her right breast just beneath the collarbone and he bit down, his fangs ripping into the tender flesh. She wanted to gasp for air from the pain but he still had a grip on her neck.
His grip loosened and a hand fell from her neck, though his fangs remained in her flesh, the sight reminding her of a tormented and evil vampire from the books she liked to read. The kind that was the bad guy in the book.
His loose hand pushed down her shorts and found her core.
He smiled evilly as he rubbed her opening.
Tears swelled up as she glared evilly at him. If he dared to do so then she would as well.
Two fingers pushed into her.
Fire engulfed the entire bed, catching on the sheets and the curtains, brightening the room to the point where it was like a summer day, heating everything in the room up as if it were an inferno.
The other three girls all woke up and screamed at the sight of the flames, though not one saw the man who vanished into them as if he were a part of the fire himself.
His last words called to Sara, he promised that he would take her. He would forcefully take her just before school let out. And she would have no where to go to save herself from him.
And just like that he was gone.
Sara dressed herself in what clothes she could find quickly, then pulled the flames back into her, her hair still sparking a bit from the experience.
The three girls saw the blood as it began to soak through her shirt and trickle down her neck.
The three of them forced her into the hospital once more, though the last visit had been over a month ago.
She waited there to hear their verdict. What would they do to a girl who had just set fire to her room?
She smiled slightly, well, at least Sirius had been worried about her and not the disaster she had caused.
Then tears came to her eyes, she could never hope for the relationship she had wanted to have with Sirius. Not now. This Tom was not going to allow Sirius to even be near her.
In her mind she knew that he would be angry.
In her heart she knew he would kill him.