Engaging
Icy Sins
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 were the only people who had no control over what was to take place outside of their home that fateful day.
But they were the ones who paid the price.
The darkness swallowed her whole, engulfing her, making her blind and alone.
She fell backwards in space and time unknowingly as she screamed, her fear overcoming her self-discipline.
She stopped her cry when she stopped falling, simply standing in the shroud of night.
She was still and silent, wondering what had happened mere moments before. The longer she stood in the darkness the less she could remember before the darkness.
A small flicker of light penetrated the dark veil, lighting up her hopes, giving her something to reach for, her fingers trembling as she tried to take hold of the small flicker, the only light in the miles of dark, the only dream in the everlasting quiet, her only chance to continue, her only choice to make.
One polished finger touched the warm glow and suddenly a blinding light exploded, sending stars shooting across her vision, forcing her to close her tearing eyes and shield them with her hands.
A soft sound thrummed, calling her eyes open. She gasped at the sight that she saw.
The woman was beautiful, her voice magical as she sang to the babe in her arms, a small bundle of light blue blankets, her heart in her pretty green eyes.
She whispered the woman's name, tears coming to her eyes. She had wanted to see this woman for a very long time and here she was.
In another room a tall dark-haired man stood, looking out of a window, a frown on his face.
A small toddler stumbled over to clasp his leg and call his attention to the little one, bringing a great smile to the man's face as he lifted the child into the air and spun him about over his head.
She walked closer, only a step, before freezing so he could walk past her into the other room, the one that held the love of his life.
He kissed her passionately and she gently set the blankets in her gentle arms into a large cradle.
The man then handed her the toddler, who she continued to play with, attempting to get him to say a word here or there, helping him as he nearly toppled over after demanding to be on the ground.
She watched as the happy couple smiled and laughed and played.
This was the most peaceful scene that she had seen in nearly all of her life. And yet there was a sense of dread that the family seemed not to notice.
She gasped as a dark cloud formed just outside the window, trees doubling over with the force of an unnatural wind that seemed to be the rage of a storm that was closing in, threatening to end this cheerful note without a second thought.
The man sensed it first, immediately frowning and leaving the room, stopping about halfway through the one he had been in moments ago.
Immediately she knew what the sense of fright was, knew that her greatest fears had come true, sending shivers down her spine.
She had almost thought that things would be different, but no, they were going to be exactly as she had seen before, though she had never seen this point of view.
She screamed the man's name and ran towards him, his eyes narrowed, almost as if he had heard her.
The door flew open, he wind gusting in, a dark and shadowed figure in the doorway, his wand raised and ready as he spoke the words that forced the man, who had been shouting at his woman to get to safety as he attempted to bring up his own wand, to falter, to freeze. His knees buckled and he fell limply forward, hitting the ground with a large thump.
She screamed, tears streaking down her chilling face as the sight before her froze her to her bones. She covered her face with her hands, but her attention was shortly called up to see the darkly robed figure coming through the room.
She gasped, standing just before the doorway was a man that she could pick out of a crowd four miles away.
The rat.
He stood there, his eyes glowing with pure hatred, the orbs seemingly fixed upon her.
She trembled at his cold gaze, then gasped as a tear streaked down one cheek. He closed his hateful eyes and turned, leaving the evil sins that could never be forgiven as he simply walked away, as if this meant that he was through with anything that these people, that the life he had had shortly before meant nothing to him now.
Nothing but ashes.
She turned to see the evil forcing open the door that the woman had rashly shut between them.
His words rang out, evil filling them, though the evil was not directed at her, no, he would always love her no matter what, his wand was aimed at the boy in her arms, the descendant of the man who had dared to challenge him, the only one who stood in his way, the one who mistakenly thought himself worthy of the woman that he had stolen.
The woman denied frantically, pleading, begging, that he would spare the baby, that he would leave and end this war that he had begun.
They began to shout, every minute getting louder and harsher.
She ran at them, in an attempt to separate them as the woman set the baby on the vanity to one side, placing herself in-between the man and her child, her next words something hateful to the man who had just taken the only person who had meant anything to her away from her reach.
But the fateful words were spoken once more.
She screamed as her best friend fell to the floor, leaving the baby open to the monster's attack.
The moment she touched him she was hurled backwards, for she could never touch something that wasn't there.
Her back and heart ached as he stared wide-eyed at the limp body of the woman he had cherished, the same one that he had destroyed.
Hatred filled his eyes as he looked up to the boy, anger flashing in his red eyes as he raised his wand once more, it was the baby's fault that he had had to do such a horrendous act.
The words came out strong, a hiss following them, and she saw something she had not seen before.
Before her was the most evil monster ever to walk the earth, though he had been a gentleman to Lily, though he had been kind to her upon one occasion, though he had saved her life in one rather frightening situation where it was her element clashing with that of nature. But the kind one was gone, leaving in its wake one so dark that merely looking upon him chilled your bones.
The green light shot out, his voice echoing, and hit the baby.
But the green spark merely turned up, merely grazing the baby, and hit the vanity mirror to shoot back.
She gasped as the spark went into her heart, a trembling hand coming up to feel her motionless chest.
She turned at the cry of the second baby, the realization finally hitting her that while the man had had a child, so had the woman.
The monster screamed as he faded into a simple ball of evil.
He floated over to peak into the cradle that had fallen over with the force of the blow of his unforgivable curse.
A small baby, no more that two weeks was laying atop the light blue sheets, crying her eyes out as a small drop of blood trickled from the cut on her forehead, her thin curly black hair washing a vibrant red as she complained.
She gasped as the monster reached a hand out to touch the babe, though it wasn't much of a hand.
The form of a firebird took over and she gave a scream that could wake the dead.
The ball of sins shrieked and shot out through a hole in the wall as the house began to collapse upon itself.
Limply she fell to the floor in her true form, her slight body shivering violently.
The room around her faded into darkness.
She sat there, her arms across her chest and her hands rubbing them in an effort to keep warm, for her flame was not working so well at the moment.
Tears were flowing unchecked from her cheeks as the horrific image replayed itself in her mind.
Her teeth began to chatter, the cold of a dreamless night starting to get to her.
A small sound reverberated through the hollow blackness.
She looked up and listened, waiting patiently, trying to understand the sound, trying to figure out what it was.
The sound echoed once more, much more clearly.
It was a voice.
It called her name.
She closed her eyes and leaned backwards, allowing the fatigue of her body to take over her, sending her into a light fitful sleep within her dreamless night.
The voice, her name, it was clearer, louder.
"Sara!" it called.
Her heavy eyelashes fluttered up, it was Sirius.
His hand was holding hers in an attempt to bring warmth to her icy fingers, her head in his lap, his eyes searching hers for reasons as to what happened and why.
He looked down at her, she had frightened him so deeply that it nearly cut him. Her lips were blue, her fingers frozen, her entire body freezing, it was not healthy for one such as herself to be in such a condition.
Her eyes shot open as she realized the vision, it was a sight of what was going to be.
She shot up, though her body was complaining and rebelling as much as it could.
Sirius shot up after her, "Sara?" he called worriedly.
She never heard him, her only thought was to get to the place where Lily and James were staying, the place they were safest at.
Tears were streaming down her face as she raced her way there, forgetting completely that she was not at all clothed or that an equally nude Sirius was following her.
Lily and James needed her, if she was quick enough she could get there just in time, she could help them, save them.
A prayer echoed through the night, being voiced by the two most unimaginable people, a magical pair of streakers that thought of nothing but the lives of their friends.