Engaging

A Rat and His Dove

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 had been sick all morning. She thought that it was merely pre-wedding jitters, but Sara didn't. She had told Lily to test her own theory.

They stood there, staring at each other, wondering how this would affect them, if it would affect them at all.

Sara had been right.

The door opened and Sirius and James walked in, they had left only an hour before, with the thoughts that Sara would come in a few minutes, but she had forgotten about it when she and Lily had found out.

"Sara, we need to talk." Sirius said, many thoughts going through his head at what her reaction might turn out to be.

"Good, come on Sirius. James, you and Lily need to talk." Sara said pulling Sirius out of the room before Sirius or James could ask her why.

Lily looked up into James's eyes.

"What is it? What's wrong?" James asked worriedly.

"Sara, Peter knows." Sirius said once Sara had stopped pulling her away from what was happening in the room where the other couple had been abandoned.

Sara froze at his news, "What? How?" She asked.

"She told him. She told him everything." He answered.

Sara's eyes widened, "How could she? She knew it was a secret, she knew that he wasn't to know. She knew but she told him anyways!" Sara shouted, fury in her voice to hide the fear in her heart. She hadn't wanted Peter to know, there was something about him, something that haunted her when it came to him.

"Sara it's not that bad, he's a Marauder after all. James, Remus, and I trust him, why can't you?" Sirius asked, placing two calming hands on her shoulders.

"Because you guys don't know what's wrong with him! You guys don't see it, feel it when he comes around you. Did you know that the second time I was attacked he was at the door when I left the Hospital Wing? He smiled at me, Sirius. He mocked me, laughed at me. He was happy that it had happened to me!" she screamed at him, tears flowing at the memory, her body trembling. For some reason that idiotic rat scared her more than even Voldemort did, but she knew not why. She probably would never know why.

Sirius pulled her to him, "I think you were just seeing things, Sara. You were traumatized, frightened. You feared him long before that, maybe you just saw an evil in him that simply isn't there."

"It's in my dreams, Sirius," Sara said hugging him for comfort, "He does something terrible."

"What does he do, Sara?" Sirius asked.

"I don't know," she cried, "but it feels like he kills me."

Sirius smiled, "I don't think Peter would ever be capable of killing you. You could always 'toast his ass', as you often threaten to do." Sirius attempted to lighten the mood. But he pulled her words into his heart, in his mind he knew that Peter was harmless, he had always been. Peter had never been as strong as the others, had never really had anything that he could do better than anyone else.

Peter's only real accomplishment had been her. Somehow he had gotten her to warm up to him, to like him. Possibly more.

"Sara," Sirius said. Sara said nothing simply waited, "She wants to talk to you."