Engaging
Yin and Yang
Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they belong to J. K. Rowling. Except for Sara Sweets, she belongs to me . And Kristie: P 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 knew the worst. She knew everything that he had attempted to keep from her since her birth. Yet she knew nothing at all.
How could he explain this? How could he truly find a way to fix all the damage he had done?
There was no way. He had murdered people, many, many people. And he knew that he wouldn't stop. Couldn't.
He ran a trembling hand through his hair, disheveling the black mess. He loved his sister, yet, he couldn't help but hate her. She was everything his father had wanted. A pretty girl. A sweet child. A Muggle.
But their father had been wrong. Lily had turned out to be a Muggleborn. But did he care? No, he loved his little witch as much as he scorned the wizard that resulted from his first marriage.
That had been his first kill. His own father. Not many people could honestly understand his reasons, he couldn't even understand them anymore! At one point he had everything worked out, but everything had fallen to pieces.
At first, he had wanted to kill the perfect half-sibling that had resulted from his father's abandonment. But every time the opportunity came to him, he found that he could not do it, that he could not follow through. And he was glad for that.
But now she knew, to some degree, just how evil he was. Could he really live with her knowing? Would she hate him now?
Of course she would hate him! How could someone look a murderer in the eye and not spit in his face? It was impossible. Especially for one as pure as Lily. She would immediately condemn him for his unforgivable crimes.
He could make her forget. But then again, he couldn't make her forget. He would never be able to raise a wand to her in any way. And frankly he was horrified that that so called friend of hers was allowing her to fight in a war!
"Tomas?"
Her sweet voice cut easily through his desperate thoughts, bringing a calm to the great storm that was welling up inside of him.
He turned to see her standing there, her light brown hair cascading over her shoulders, her blue eyes upon him, filled with worry for him.
"It's alright, Kristie, everything is okay." He assured her, his heart melting at the sight of the thoughts meant solely for him and his well-being.
She smiled, "It seemed like you were a little upset. What happened?" she asked, coming to him and wrapping her arms around him, leaning her head on his chest, listening to his sturdy heart beat and pacing her own to it.
"Lily saw me at my worst." He stated, wrapping his arms around her.
"You saw Sara again, didn't you?" she asked.
He stilled, he hadn't thought that she knew about Sara. But then again, Kristie knew everything about him, even more than he did. She had become his sole anchor to everything good in this world.
He took a deep breath, "Yes. I don't know what it is about her, but something comes forward. I can't think."
"You loose control," she said understandingly, then raised her head to kiss his neck.
"Honestly Kristie, you are too good for me. But I thank God that I found you when I did. There's no telling what could have happen to you out there. It is unsafe for someone who is…" he stopped, not wanting to offend her.
"Someone who is blind," she answered.
"Yes," he said, closing his eyes to the feel of her lips as they found their way to his. "What if I never found you, Kristie? Where then would I be?"
"In the end you'd be with me. I never want to be away from you too long, so don't ever make me wait for you, Tomas. I love you, never leave me alone," she whispered into the corner of his mouth.
He did not fully understand those words but he took them to heart, everything she said was important to him. And suddenly, as her tongue made its way into his mouth, his head was clear of all the draining thoughts that had been plaguing him.
"Kristie…" he breathed her name.
"I am yours," she replied, answering his unspoken request.
He took her to the floor and laid her down, his hands gently caressing her neck as they kissed, enjoying the simple pleasure that was often not free for them to feel.
She slipped easily out of the robe she had been wearing, not really knowing what she looked like, but knowing every inch of him by heart.
He took each peak of her full breasts into his mouth, his tongue trailing the long scar in the canyon between her breasts. It was that scar that brought them together. He had found her dieing and blind. He had saved her. And in doing so he had found the greatest love of his life.
She loved him, he was always so gentle with her, so honest. Every time they spoke he bared his soul to her, allowing her the option of condemning him. But she never did. She knew the things he had done were wrong, but his soul was pure and clean as long as she was with him. The man who committed the crimes was not the one who was punished for them.
He took his clothes off, not caring if the death-eaters were wondering where he was. Damn all of those sons of bitches to the Hell that they belonged to.
He joined their bodies with one easy push, then began to pump himself inside of her. His eyes never leaving her face, always watching for any sign of discomfort.
The first time they had lain together he had hurt her, but she had said nothing of it so he hadn't known until the next day when she was still slightly sore. That day plagued him, for he had harmed her when he had meant to please her. The knowledge that she was so fragile always hung upon his thoughts, he always tried to be as gentle as he could when it involved her. For she had become the most important thing to him.
He thanked God everyday for her existence, and dared the elements to even try to take her from him.
But she stayed with him, was never taken from his side. He would forevermore protect this woman with everything in his power, with his very life if need be.
He released his seed within her, watching a few drops trickle down her thigh.
He rolled over and brought her with him so that they stayed joined but he didn't crush her with his weight.
When he thickened inside of her, they went once more at this angle, his member slipping in and out of her as they climbed once more to the highest point they could go and he once more lost himself within her.
She collapsed upon him, drained from the pleasure, wishing she could go more, for him, but she was not so strong as she would like to be.
He held her to him, knowing that they were pushing it again. She was a flower, and such constant activity was crushing her, whether or not they wanted it to.
He rubbed the top of her head with his chin, tears in his eyes, she was slowly fading from him everyday, and he knew it. He counted the moments they shared, for when she died peacefully he would follow, and leave this treacherous world behind.
"I love you, Tomas," she whispered to his shoulder.
"I love you more," he answered.
She fell asleep in his arms, and he knew that one more day with his truest love had come and gone as if it were mere seconds.
A single tear rolled from his eye to the grass below.