Engaging

Pain and Devastation

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.

Sirius knew not why they were running. The only thing he knew was that Sara, his love, his life, had given him the worst scare of his life. She had asked a simple question, he had given a simple answer, and he had nearly lost her.

She had collapsed and within mere moments she began to tremble. He had brushed her cheek with a gentle hand only to find her skin icy to the touch, a sure sign of death.

But she was breathing, he had held her, cradled her, called to her. He never wanted to be in that position ever again, for in the moments just before her eyes had opened, revealing to him that she was indeed alive and safe, her heart had been silent, her breathing nonexistent. Sara had, even if for a mere moment, dead in his arms.

But now she was running, fear in her eyes, her senses lost as she nearly flew in her nakedness. And he had to be mad as well to follow her in the same manner.

He watched as her arms stretched out into wings and she took to flight, a dangerous and illegal thing to do out in the open where any Muggle could see.

Following her lead still he transformed into the dog, running as fast as he could on his quick four paws, racing her to their unrevealed destination.

They made one turn and his eyes widened. Something was wrong far off in the distance, a sense of dread overcame him, fear taking hold of him.

He saw his motorcycle, it was where he had parked it the other night, he hadn't driven the entire way to Sara's half hoping that she was asleep and afraid of waking her up if she was.

Immediately he was human again and pulling on the spare clothes he kept with his bike, a precaution Remus had forced him into taking long ago, at the beginning of the war.

He jumped on the motorcycle and revved it up. He took off, the bike shooting into the air as he attempted to keep up with the frantic firebird form of Sara.

To his horror he found himself above the Potter home as Sara dived down.

The home was where the Potters were hiding out, and it was not supposed to be visible to anyone who didn't know the password. This was a very bad sign, and the fact that the house was falling in upon itself was no help at all.

He landed his bike and stared at the house as Sara took on her true form once more.

She stood there for a moment before she fell to her knees, her hands covering her face as her body was overcome with tremors of tears.

A scream drew his attention to something behind him and Sirius turned to see two young girls, perhaps in their early teens.

One had black hair and strange eyes that seemed so familiar to him, the other had mixed colors of blond, brown, black, and red in her hair with pretty brown eyes.

The black haired girl was running towards the house, tears streaming down her face as she went.

Her companion grabbed her waist and held her back, whispering three small words as she detained the sobbing girl.

Sirius turned to them to ask them what had happened when the black haired girl's eyes met his.

Those eyes were so familiar to him.

Then they faded, disappeared, as if they had never been there at all.

He opened his mouth but it was too late, they were gone.

He turned to Sara, still on her knees before the devastating scene.

He went to her and held her to him, tears falling from his own eyes. In this house had been his best fiend, the only woman his friend had ever truly loved, and their young son who had yet to live his life.

He gasped as Sara's form shimmered slightly, almost threatening to fall out of view.

She turned her head to look up to the house, "I saw it all, Sirius, I saw their murder." She whispered through the tears.

"Voldemort," Sirius said simply.

Her head dropped a little, "Peter was there…" she whispered.

Sirius looked at her, worry coming to him once more, had he lost more than two friends this night? "Is he all right?" he asked.

She squeezed her eyes shut, Peter's hateful glare shooting through her soul, "He turned from them, Sirius. He walked away."

Sirius stared at her, his eyes wide. Was she seriously telling him that Peter, his friend, had turned his back on Lily and James? Had sold them to Voldemort?

Sara stood, her cheeks stained with tears, "They are gone, Sirius. I can no longer ask you to be in this war. I cannot lose you as well, I cannot bear to be alone."

Sirius wanted to hold her, wanted to comfort her, but she was saying something that he simply could not accept. Peter was their friend, she could not seriously blame him. He had to be out there somewhere, very possibly dead. Sirius had to find him.

Sara raised her chin, the tears that had been streaming down her cheeks no longer there, "I know your heart Sirius. You do not truly love me, not deep down." She said.

He wanted to deny it, to tell her that he loved her above all else. But he couldn't. He didn't know why, he simply knew that in his heart, he could not really love one who jumped to conclusions. Long ago Sara had feared Peter, she herself had admitted that her fears were senseless, that she was being rash and cold. She could very well be doing so again.

"It's okay," she whispered, a tremble in her voice, "I understand. He was your friend. Go, Sirius, for I have already lost you."

He stepped toward her with a denial on his lips as she faded, a small sad look to him the last thing he saw.

In those eyes he had always seen anger or love or, simply put, Sara. But not in that small glance. There had been nothing there, they were empty to any emotion that had previously been there.

And he realized the truth of her words, he loved her more than anything, but he couldn't bring himself to tell her that. He could see how his faults made him seem to think less of her than he really did, but here he was, standing alone.

He realized his own harshness, his rashness at the situation. But the only thing that was going through his mind was how wrong she had to be.

Something called his attention to the ruins of the house.

A tall man came through the failing threshold, a bundle of blankets in his grasp.

Immediately Sirius recognized Rubeus, a friend of the Marauders'. He also knew the bundle to be Harry, the only surviving Potter.

"Sirius!" Rubeus said, "Dumbledore sent me ta get Harry here," he explained.

Sirius nodded, then saw his bike in the corner of his eye, yes he loved the damned thing, but at this moment Rubeus needed to use it. That little baby needed to get to Dumbledore, to safety.

He tossed the keys to the giant of a man, "Take my bike, I won't be needing it anymore," he said and turned and left the devastation behind him, his course laid out before him.

He had to find Wormtail.