Engaging

Love Kills

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 burst into the hospital wing, "Sara!" she shouted and threw her arms around her friend's neck. Then she pulled away and eyed the blood that ruined Sara's top, "What happened?" she asked horrified.

Sara smiled with her friend's over reactive nature, "Hey Foxy, I'm fine." She said with a smile, though her eyes hid unshed tears.

"Did you see it this time? Did they say that it was the same thing that attacked you the other night? Do you think it's preying on…on…on witches like us?" Lily asked, her heart filled with concern for her friend.

"No, not yet, and I doubt it. You have nothing to fear Lily, Potter will protect you." Sara offered her friend.

James was standing to Lily's right, "Sara, I think we've known each other long enough to call each other by our fist names." He said simply, pity in his eyes.

Sara's eyes darkened at the emotion, she needed no pity, she never wanted anyone to pity her for anything, "If you insist." She said, though her tone was rather cold.

She stood and smiled gently at the couple in hopes of easing their worries. Then she started to leave but froze as she saw who was standing by the door.

It was the rat.

Peter Pettigrew. His eyes were on her, but not on her face, and close to but not on the bloodstain either. She tried to walk past him but froze when he smiled wickedly at her.

Her lips trembled slightly but she continued out, he was a weakling and always had been. The worm hovered to the other three marauders for comfort and protection. She had never liked the guy, but she didn't know why. She simply had a gut feeling that deep down inside he was evil.

She made it past him with her chin held high, she needed nothing from anyone. She could make it through this on her own. And she would have to.

She turned the corner onto another hallway and froze to see him leaning against the wall.

Sirius Black. His eyes looking down to his feet, a grim expression hidden there.

"Sirius," she whispered, unable to stop herself.

He looked up at her, his eyes meeting hers, "Sara," he breathed her name as if someone had just died. And it seemed to her that she was the one in the casket.

He stood upright and walked over to her, he leaned forward and kissed her. He was gentle though his emotions were fierce. He didn't know how else to express them. She had been attacked twice and he hadn't been there for her either time. One small difference and she could have very well been taken from him forever. And that thought was not one that he could live with.

Sara received the kiss, and even leaned into it, her arms coming up around his neck. But tears flowed from her eyes and she broke the kiss before it got too deep and simply put her head against his shoulder and cried.

He held her, unable to do anything but do everything he could to comfort her, to sooth her, to stop the tears that soaked into his shirt.

After a few moments of drawing in comfort from his strong arms Sara pulled away, and looked into his eyes that were filled with pain for her, her own filled with pain for what she had to do.

"Sirius, I don't love you. I'm sorry, but I can't let you think that I do. Please, just leave me alone. Please, just stay away from me." She whispered then turned and bolted from him, running away from the only real love she had ever known.