Engaging

A Broken Hearted Heaven

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me, they belong to J. K. Rowling. Except for Sara Sweets, she belongs to me . And Sapphire, who said they didn't like her? 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 were the only people who had no control over what was to take place outside of their home that fateful day, the day that would prove to hold one of the most deadly betrayals of all time, and the treachery that would be done to them.

This happy couple had no idea how the war was progressing on the outside. They had no clue of what was to come.

And they had no way to stop it.

Peter was on his way to the meeting where all death-eaters were to meet when he froze in mid-stride. Something was wrong, something was dreadfully wrong.

His heart stopped as fear hit him like a bulldozer, realization of something he didn't know dawned upon him.

He turned and ran as fast as he could in the direction he had just come from, back to the place he had left her smiling face. She had been safe when he had left her.

Something had changed. Something was different.

Murderously different.

He reached the exact spot that he had left her at, abandoned her at, and attempted to locate her.

When he found his uselessness in this act, he turned into his rat form and raised his nose to the air to trace her scent.

He scampered hurriedly the whole way, making absolutely certain that he was following the correct path, the one that would lead him to her.

He reached the clearing and warily stepped into it, his eyes adjusting to the lighter area quite slowly.

But he saw her there, a dark figure amongst the grays that he looked through, for his rat form had never been able to see in color.

He tentatively scuttled to her motionless form, then took his true shape, at her side.

As he changed he prayed that his deepest, darkest fears were not true, that this was some form of illusion, that she would be standing to one side staring at him with one brow raised, and ask him in a rather crude manner "what the hell he was doing".

Light flooded into his eyes, colors overcoming him.

He adjusted silently, patiently, almost fearing the sight that lay before him.

When his vision cleared his eyes widened and his heart stopped.

Sapphire was lying there, her clothes ashes merely held together because the wind had not blown them away, her hair was charred and black, her beautiful flawless skin misshapen, melted, contorted.

Her body was splayed out as if she had fallen to the ground from very high up, her head facing to the right, her hands limp and bent.

Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes gone, her eyebrows no longer visible.

The beauty that he knew had been there was forever wiped away, never to be seen again.

A gentle hand came down to caress her cheek, and for a moment he thought that she was alive, for her skin was still warm. But he knew the truth, no matter what his mind was trying to believe. His heart knew that she was gone.

Tears streamed from his eyes, unchecked and unnoticed as he picked up her limp body and held it to him.

He pulled her form close to his own as he cried into what was left of her hair, one hand on the back of her head, the other on the middle of her back, clasping her to him for dear life, though he knew there was no bringing her back.

Who would do this to her? Who could do this to her?

A million questions ran through his head as he cried for her, the woman he loved.

They had been married a whole day now, and forever more.

His eyes opened, a hate unlike any other almost glowing behind his eyes.

He only knew of one person who could do this, who could manipulate such a powerful force in the form of an inferno.

Sara.