Engaging
Strolls of Insomnia
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 and James said their good-byes in secret.
"Sirius, Sara, we didn't get the chance to do this earlier," James said, "But will you be our children's godparents?" he asked.
Both accepted immediately, then Sara was called away on duty, even though she had given up her leadership she was still the most active member.
So Sirius bid the Potters farewell and left so Peter could lock them safely away in the most obvious of places.
Sara felt utterly alone.
She could no longer sleep at nights and found herself simply wandering.
One night, rain poured down on her, and she felt so terrible that she simply lifted her face to the heavens in the hopes that the water would wash away everything she knew, would fade her simple flame.
Something called her attention and she looked directly in front of her to see the pair of red eyes that haunted her dreams.
She gasped. He was there, simply leaning against a tree trunk, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were not upon her, they were instead upon the sky as thunder boomed after bright flashes of lightning that wasn't very far off.
Her heart skipped a beat.
He closed his eyes, allowing the water to drip over his very soul, refreshing him, clearing his mind.
She stepped back, hoping that he hadn't seen her. Her wand was at her house and her flames lost their affect in the rain.
She tripped over a root that snapped loudly as she fell on her butt.
To her horror his eyes opened and his gaze met hers.
Something flickered in his eyes, "Sara…" he whispered.
He took a step towards her and she flinched, "Don't come any closer!" she demanded.
He stopped, his eyes meeting hers, "I do not wish to harm you," he said.
"Bullshit!"
He smiled at her vulgar tongue. Then made his way to her, his eyes gentle as he looked upon her.
She attempted to scoot away but found her back against the tree whose root she had tripped over. She tried to stand but found the mud was too slick from the rain, simply causing her to fall on her butt once more.
Then he was directly in front of her. He squatted down so that he was at eye level with her, "I don't blame you for fearing me." He said.
"Why should you?" she demanded, her flame flickering, then painfully sizzling down from the rain. She had forgotten just how dangerous it was for a pyromagus to use their flame in wet conditions. The folly was known to kill.
He smiled, "I am sorry, I did not mean to hurt you so. To scar you," and he didn't mean only the physical scars.
"Like hell you didn't!" she hissed.
Stupidity clawed at her, all her thoughts gone but the need to defend herself from the monster that was so near to her.
Her hair flickered and her eyes blazed.
He frowned, watching her pale, her flames not even tickling his flesh, and loosing their heat rapidly.
Her eyesight faded as her flame flickered down.
Something draped around her, protecting her flame from the threatening rain.
Her eyesight came back and she found that he was walking away, his heavy robe draping about her, shielding her from the water as he became drenched in his thin daytime garments.
"Tell my baby sister that I miss her. Tell her that I apologize for the things that I may do." He said as he disappeared into the forest, "Tell her that…that I love her."
And Sara was left all alone.
Or so she thought.
A rustle came from the trees and a big black dog emerged. Instantly he took on his real shape, "Did he touch you?" Sirius demanded. "Should I kill him?"
"He was…different…" Sara said, extremely confused. This was not the same man who had attacked her. He was, but he wasn't all at the same time.
Sirius stroked her face gently, "Sara, why do you turn from me?" he asked as she froze beneath his touch.
She took a deep breath, "It's not you, Sirius. It's me." She said.
"Liar." He stated, "That's what women say when they don't want to hurt your feelings."
She attempted a smile, but could only muster a tear that fell from her eye, "No, I'm serious. There is something wrong with me, Black. It's something that you shouldn't worry about. It's something that should make you turn from me."
His heart was in his eyes, and it was all for her, the fire burning within him could melt the greatest icecaps known to the ancient world that they lived on, "Sara, you are perfect for me." He stated.
She swallowed her heart, he always knew the thing to say that could make her give their relationship one more chance. She loved this man, but she knew that love always died. Something was on the verge here, their entire world was in danger, teetering over the edge of that cliff.
The only question was, when would it topple over?
"Sirius, you cannot love me," she said, tears rolling down her face.
He leaned over to take possession of her lips with his, his hands holding her to him so she could not escape.
She moaned as he deepened the kiss, making it more permanent.
"Will you have me Sara? Will you let me take you?" he asked as his lips trailed to her neck.
Heat pooled in her abdomen. She knew that she shouldn't be doing this, but she couldn't help it, she really did love him.
"Sirius," she said, reason defeating her desire, "Sirius we can't…" she aid.
Immediately he pulled her to him and set his chin atop her head, wrapping his arms around her tightly, protectively.
"Just give me this, little love. Just let us sleep," he said as he leaned over until he was laying flat on the ground, holding her atop him.
"Sirius?" she asked, a stitch in her voice that was the equivalent of fear, though she could never really fear him.
He rolled onto his side and pulled her tightly into his body. She fit perfectly, as it she were made for him.
His arms remained around her waist as he held her close.
She couldn't help but cry, for he had not forced her into anything. In fact, he was saving her from herself and her own insomnia.
Together they fell asleep under the stars, the rain forgotten as it dripped around them, not upon them.