Engaging

Blows to the Heart

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 was scared to death of the thing that she didn't know what was happening. James had tried to calm her but had been unsuccessful. Something was happening, and it would change the lives of everyone she knew and loved forever.

She could only pray that she was not too late.

Tom was about to curse him when the flames erupted from her, sending both figures apart and dazed.

They looked in shock or horror to see the flames that made up the mass of her hair, the hot flickers billowing out around her, dancing a thousand dances. Her eyes were pure blue, as if they were the heart of the flames. Her skirt swirled about her, the lace up chords at the back of her top whipped about her, her arms outstretched as if welcoming the sudden heat that overcame the small room.

She was fire personified.

"Sara?" Sirius asked unsurely, back to his normal figure once more.

"I will not let you steal from me the one thing that I truly care about, Voldemort." Sara said, her voice deep and dancing, like the flames that surrounded her thin figure.

Tom smiled, she had guessed his secret, probably even knew it, "You know that a simple flame cannot harm me, picolla."

"I have outgrown that simple status," she said, her eyes flashing green flicks and yellow tips.

He frowned, it was true, she did not seem as easy to overcome at this moment than she had earlier this night. "Will you come up against me then?" he asked.

"I know what you are to become, Voldemort." She said simply.

His brow raised, "Oh really? Then what shall I be, child?" he asked.

"You will become feared and hated. And you will be destroyed by the blood that you do not wish to share with your sister's love." Sara said.

All the cockiness drained from him as a wall came up, his defenses growing, "I will never be defeated! I shall be forever remembered!" he shouted.

"All things in time are forgotten. And one day, we will turn our backs upon your memory. No matter how great you try to make it, it will fade. You are a simple grain of sand, Voldemort, a black and sharp grain, but you are not the only one of your kind. And in turn you will be lost in the golden specks that will surround you." She said, her hair flickering dangerously.

"Liar!" he shouted coming at her.

Sirius inserted himself easily between them, taking the brunt force of Tom's blow.

Sara was infuriated, her hair deepening as she grabbed the injured Sirius and pulled him to her, "You dare to go against him, Voldemort?" she said, her eyes never leaving Tom's, "One day, it is he who will bring down the fall of your empire, and for the second time you will be made into nothing." She shouted.

His wand was in his hand and he raised it to Sirius's chest, in front of her own, "Avada…" he began, an evil smile coming to his lips.

He never finished the curse, his entire body was instead engulfed in flames, his clothes catching around him.

He screamed in horror at the pain that he felt, though he knew flames could not damage his body, it seemed that her anger was eating him alive.

Sirius didn't know what to do, he didn't fully understand the situation. All he knew was that this man had touched Sara, that Sara had called him the only thing she held dear. That it was her arms that wrapped protectively around him as he stood against her, injured and bleeding.

The portrait opened and Lily and James rushed in, both looking frightfully at the sight that was before them.

"Sara stop! That's Tom! Sara you're hurting him!" Lily cried when she realized that it was her half-brother that her best friend was attempting to turn into ashes.

James held her back when she would have run to her brother. Sara was furious, and both she and Sirius were hurt. Lily was right, something was happening. And this was a big something.

"Sara! Leave him alone!" Lily cried, tears falling from her pretty green eyes.

"Lily," Sara's voice said, tears within it for everyone to hear, "I would like to introduce you to Voldemort. One day he will be the most feared and evil wizard of our time. One day, he will try to kill even you." Sara said, "Would you truly have me let him go?" she asked.

Lily's hands clutched to James's arm, she knew that Sara had seen it, knew that she had to be right to some degree. But that was her brother in that inferno, he had been there for her when Petunia had chastised her and put her down for being a witch. He would never truly kill her, they were close. And he was in pain. And she could stop it.

"Sara please, just let him go…" Lily begged, great tears cascading down her cheeks at the sight of her brother being tortured within the flames.

Sara closed her eyes and the fire that engulfed her attacker vanished.

He stumbled then looked up into Lily's eyes. He smiled and stood, taking a step towards her, his sister, the only person he really cared about.

But she was pulled away by the man who had his arm around her, defending her from even her own brother.

Tom froze. This man dared to deny him access to the only person he trusted? He glared into the man's eyes, then simply vanished, swearing that he would kill that man for trying to break him and his sister's trust in one another.

Lily cried into James's shoulder, that had been hard for her, to deny her brother the ability to touch her, to talk to her. She had always been the one that calmed him, that kept him pure of heart, and now he was denied her.

Sara stood there for a moment, trying to accept the fact that he really was gone. That he wasn't coming back.

Her power left her, all of her energy drained during the fight with Voldemort. Her knees buckled and she fell backwards, unable to even keep herself on her feet.

Sirius caught her before she hit the floor, "Sara," he breathed her name, realizing fully how close he had come to loosing her.

She smiled up at him, then found that she didn't have enough energy even for as simple an act as that. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, praying that everything would be all right.

She wouldn't even have enough energy for visions this night, a gracious gift unto itself.