Engaging

To Fight a Monster

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 didn't know what to feel. Her brother had attacked her best friend, then her best friend had, in turn, attacked him. She didn't really know which side to be on. She knew which was the right side, which was the innocent side, but they were both close to her. She didn't want to choose between them.

The door flew open and Professor Dumbledore came running in, his eyes flashing behind his half moon spectacles, "What has happened here?" he asked worriedly.

"Sara got attacked again, then…then we fought him. He's gone but she needs to go to the hospital wing." Sirius said.

Sara's eyes fluttered open. That had been her first dreamless night in years. There was a slight pressure to one side of the bed that she found herself in. She turned her head to see and her lip trembled.

Sirius was there sitting in a chair, his head leaning on the bed as he slept, his hand over hers. He had been by her side the whole time.

She looked about to see James and Lily sitting against the wall, asleep in each other's arms, Remus in a chair on her other side, his arms folded across his chest and his chin touching his chest as he slept quietly, and Severus was against the far wall, leaning against it with his arms folded as well, he was not asleep but seemed deep in his thoughts.

Then there was Dumbledore, pacing in the moonlight of one opened window.

"Uncle Albi?" she asked, "What are you doing here?"

He instantly came to her side, "Who was it Sara? They would not tell me."

She smiled, "You know in your heart who it was. Uncle Albi you know all of the happenings within these enchanted walls. If you always follow your heart you will never falter." She informed him.

"It was Tom Riddle then," he stated, then took a deep breath, "Did he…?"

Sara smiled, "No. Thank the God that is in heaven, no. Not for lack of trying mind you." Then she got serious, "Uncle, I know what is to come."

He looked at her, "You cannot say unless it has already happened, your mother was the same way."

"I am not my mum. And I can say what will be, just not what might be or what could come to be." she corrected simply.

He frowned, "Then what is it that you see?" he asked.

"Voldemort. He will grow in power. He will kill many. His legions are growing stout. We must stop him."

He breathed deeply, he had feared that this would be so, and Sara would not tell him if it wasn't so, "What are we to do?" he asked himself out loud.

"We will be prepared. I am going to form an order. I want you to find members, only those who you would trust with the lives of those you hold dear to you." She instructed him.

He smiled, Sara had always been the first to step up, the first to fight, "And what will we call this order of yours?" he asked.

"The Order of the Phoenix." She stated simply.

Lily didn't really want to join, but Sara had started it and James and Sirius and Remus had joined. Sara had forbidden them to say a word to Peter, though Lily knew not why. Dumbledore spread the news to a few powerful wizards that he trusted dearly, including one Minerva McGonagall. Sara seemed to like her.

Soon they acquired a few others, then more.

By the time the Marauders and the Flames graduated from their school of witchcraft and wizardry there were at least a hundred powerful wizards and witches in their ranks. And they knew it wouldn't stop there.

As Sara predicted Voldemort's forces grew, the Death Eaters claiming a few lives here and there.

Sara was the bravest when it came to facing them, taking the shape of her illegal animagus in public, in front of a few ministry members no less. But not a word was ever said to her.

So she fought beside her Sirius, sometimes hand in hand, as the others looked on, wondering how long this security would last, how long would it be before Voldemort got serious and crushed their small forces?

But as they watched Sara and Sirius, they realized that they might have a chance in the war.

Sirius knew it.

Sara knew nothing else.