Engaging

Kiss Me

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 and James were out together again. They had been gone almost everyday after class since the night Sirius and Severus had had their little, "heart to heart".

But things had changed, they were all different now.

It was nearing the end of school, and then they would all go their separate ways.

However, Sirius hadn't been counting the days, he had been watching Sara for any signs of recovery.

Things seemed to be taking a bad course though. Now anything could set her off, and there was no way to tell if she would try to kill someone or simply run away and cry. Sirius didn't like this, he really didn't see it helping her any. Only hurting her.

He sat at the Gryffindor table in-between Remus and Peter as they ate their lunch.

Something came to them, startling them all.

It was a ghost, her hair flying about her as if on fire, a scar running down the right side of her face from her forehead to her neck.

"Erm, can we help you?" Remus asked unsurely.

"I have come bearing a letter addressed to a certain Black." The ghost said, her voice a deep alto, her eyes sharp as she scanned the three then faced all of her attention to Sirius and held out what appeared to be a flame in her hand.

Sirius's brow furrowed but he reached out for the flame. The moment it touched his skin it became a red envelope, much like that of a howler but with a peculiar look of an inferno upon it.

The ghost dipped her chin to him a bit, "You be good to my baby girl," she said, her eyes holding steadfast to his, "I won't see her hurt anymore."

"I know you," Remus murmured to the ghost. She smiled at him and gave him a wink before turning off to disappear as the ghosts sometimes liked to do. "I know her," he repeated it, though no one was really listening to him.

Sirius stared at the envelope in his hands as the red coloring danced before him. He didn't know why but for some reason he found it hard to open the bloody thing.

"Sirius?" Remus asked, worry evident in his voice.

With the sound of his name he snapped out of it and ripped the paper open.

I require you.

And that was all it said.

When he finished the sentence the envelope burst into a flame, all red and auburn, and took the shape of a creature.

But he didn't notice. He was on his feet and running.

It had to have been Sara who "required him", and she had told him where to find her in that simple sentence. She would be waiting for him in the room of requirements.

It took him a bit to correctly perform what was necessary to open the room but he still managed to do it in record time.

He burst into the room and froze, his eyes wide.

There she was.

She was sitting in the far corner, her knees brought up to her chest, her head down upon them, her bright red hair splaying about her seemingly small figure. The room was empty, save for the only thing that truly mattered to him.

He went to her, "Sara?" he asked then kneeled down at her side.

She looked up, her eyes tormented and tortured, and she threw her arms around his neck.

"Sara," he said, wrapping his arms around her in an effort to comfort her, "Sara, what do you need? I'll do anything, just ask me and I'll do it."

"Take me," she whispered into his ear.

"Take you where?" he asked, he would do anything for her.

"Take me here," she replied. "Take me now."

He blinked, confused, "You're already here," he stated.

She pulled away from him to look into his eyes, "That's not what I mean," she said.

"What do you mean?" he asked, his brow creased in question.

She looked to the side, "He said he would come before school is out. He wants to steal my innocence. I cannot let him. But the only way to stop him from that is to give it to someone else. Sirius, please, take it. He cannot have it," she said, tears coming to her eyes as her hair sparked warningly.

Sirius shook his head, what was really happening here? "Sara, what do you mean? Who is coming? How will he take your innocence?" he asked. He was totally lost.

She looked into his eyes, "I mean exactly what I am saying, and he is coming. And he will take it by force. Will you take me, Sirius? Please?"

He put his hands on her shoulders, "Sara, I do not understand what you mean." He stated, confusion in his voice.

Sara took one of his hands in hers and brought it to set on her breast, "This is what I mean," she said, praying he understood, this was hard enough already.

His eyes widened and he pulled his hand away, "Sara, that's not what you want," he said. She wouldn't want to give herself to anyone. She was the kind of girl who waited until the night after her wedding because she'd be just to damned tired to deal with it that night.

She shook her head slightly, "I know what you mean, but I no longer have a choice. All that I can do is offer what I have while I still have it. Don't let me face him like that. If I am innocent I am weak, I am what he wants. If you take me I may have a chance. Sirius, please," she said, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Those salty drops nearly broke his heart.

He leaned in and tenderly kissed a tear before it rolled down her cheek, tears in his own eyes at the sight of hers streaming down, partially caused by him.

His hand cupped her face and hers covered it as she looked up at him with big auburn eyes.

"Kiss me."