Engaging

Baffling Foes

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 hardly ever without her baby.

But when Sara needed her she was always there, leaving little Harry with Remus or Sapphire. Sometimes she even left him with Dumbledore.

Then, one day, in one terrible act, all Hell broke loose.

Sara and James and Lily were fighting a large group of death-eaters, when he appeared.

It was the first time Sara had seen him before her since that day when she created the Order.

He turned his red eyes upon her, they shone with intense emotions, hatred, lust, betrayal. Many feelings could be seen, all of them directed at one redhead, the other two people going unnoticed.

"I have not filled my promise to you, have I?" he asked wickedly as he made his way to her.

Sara's hair flickered in warning and she raised her chin proudly, "You should simply admit that you have failed, Tom."

His eyes flashed, "That is not my name!" he shouted as he backhanded her, though it seemed to have no effect. "My name is Lord Voldemort!"

Sara smiled humorlessly, "That's not what it says on your birth certificate." She countered.

He glared at her, "You are a stupid bitch. I should have had my way with you that first night and then left you somewhere alone to rot."

"Well, this stupid bitch has overcome you on occasion, O Great and Mighty Tom Riddle." She said, with feigned admiration. "I should have burned your bloody personage to ashes the first moment you laid a hand on me. And I do believe, that your sister would not have minded, if she knew then what she has come to know now. Thank you for proving my point, for I doubt she would have ever truly believed it from anyone else."

"What are you talking about?" he shouted, his hands reaching into her thick mane and grabbing a fistful of the silken scarlet.

"Tom!" Lily's voice rang out as he jerked Sara's head to one side.

He froze at the voice and turned around. There was his baby sister. He hadn't seen her in a little over a year, the same day that the whore in his grasp had made a fool of him. "Lily, this isn't what you think," he said, for lack of anything better to say in his own defense.

"Tom, you just confessed everything! You did attack her, didn't you?" Lily asked, tears in her eyes, "How could you? She was my friend!"

"She was a veela! A vixen! Besides, dear sister, I learned long ago that friends are replaceable." He snapped, then seemed to have bitten his own tongue.

Sara stared confusedly at him, not moving a muscle as he held her. He seemed different, almost like he had gotten worse. Something had deepened within her opponent, and she didn't like her enemies to change. Oh no, she liked to know everything about them.

"Thomas," Lily said, shaking her head, tears streaming down her cheeks. This was a cold and cruel punishment, to have one's own brother go against you, to try to kill your best friend.

Tom released Sara in that instant, "Get out of here, all of you. Just go away."

Sara shook her head, this was so confusing. A moment ago he wanted to kill her, now he was telling them to leave? Why was this all so hard for him?

"What the hell is going on here?" Sara demanded, almost as if she were talking to a friend more than an attacker. She didn't understand how she could seem so informal, so calm around a murderer. But there was something definitely off here. She had to figure out exactly what that was.

"I said go and I mean go now!" he shouted and turned away from them, retreating into the shadows, "Before it's too late," his voice faded.

Sara took a step towards him, but was immediately pushed back by his followers, each one seeming similarly confused.

He began to vanish, but she distinctly heard him say, "Don't hurt them," just before he disappeared.