Engaging
Chill 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 murmured in her sleep, a habit James had long since become accustomed to.
He decided to wake her up in a special way today. Perhaps if he did it just right they would end up continuing what they had started the night before.
He leaned over her and brought his mouth to her neck, kissing her throat as his hands began to roam her body.
"Dude, what are you doing? I'm sleeping," Lily mumbled disgruntled and turned away from him.
James looked on in helplessness, well that had definitely ruined his bright and hopeful plans for the morning.
Sara hadn't wanted to leave Sirius like that, hadn't wanted to abandon him when she had just given him herself and taken him away in doing so. She knew she had been his first, and that he would not wish to wake alone.
But she also knew that he was there, searching for her. If he had found her with him he would have killed the only one who really mattered to her.
Boldly she walked to where he was searching, she could not hide from him forever, and now she knew she was strongest to stand up to him. She would not fall without giving him the fight of his life.
It was early morning, probably about three o'clock. He was trying to find her in the Gryffindor common room.
She whispered the password to the portrait and slipped into the room to find him throwing a sitting chair to the wall, the wood shattering, the cushions exploding with his ferocity.
She simply stood there, facing his back, her chin held high.
He froze then straightened. He turned to face her, malice upon his face. "Where have you been? I have been searching for you, picolla." He asked, his voice little more than that of a serpent's hiss.
"I will have none of this." She spoke clearly and loudly, "You will not have me this night. Nor will you ever have me."
He smiled viciously, "Is that what you see in your visions?" he asked.
"It is what will be, whether it was predicted or not." She countered.
He knew that she spoke out of courage, or lack there of. She was trying to build herself up. He knew that she had seen him winning in her dreams, had seen him take her, had seen him keep her, had seen him kill her.
She stood there as he laughed at her, mocked her. She simply stood there as he degraded her very being.
"You will die this night," he stated.
"I will fight this night," she countered. She should not have been such a frightened child on their previous encounters, perhaps he would not think her so weak now if she had then.
"I do not see how one such as yourself can stand up to one such as me, child." He said, all serious and filled with hate for her.
"You do not know me, sir." She stated.
He started towards her, ruthless and impatient.
Her hair melded into her back as her arms stretched in length.
Tom stopped, frozen where he stood as he watched her transform, become something that he hadn't had the pleasure to see up close.
Where Sara had stood now floated a great firebird, much larger than any normal one would be. The creature was rare, but she had it as an animagus. The feat was supposed to be impossible.
Her wings flew back as she screamed, her feathers flaming out.
He pressed his hands to his ears in an attempt to cut out the sound, it wasn't fatal like the cry of the mandrakes, but at her size it sure did hurt like hell.
She flapped and he found himself being charged at by the monstrous bird.
He ducked, roaring as her sharp talons ran lightly along his back, laying him open and bleeding.
But he was not stupid, he flashed around, his wand out as she took another swoop at him. He shouted out the curse, taking great pleasure as she convulsed and fell to the floor, writhing in pain. He kept the curse upon her even as she transformed back into her human self, tears streaming from her tightly shut eyes.
The moment the pain was gone he was on top of her, beating her.
She fought back, but his weight was crushing her, the man had to weigh well over two hundred pounds!
He froze atop her, one hand at her throat, squeezing the life out of her, the other at her center.
"You have been taken," he whispered.