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Prologue
"Harry! Have you seen Siri?" Ginny ran into the Burrow's garden, frantic. The look of sheer panic on her face set the rest of her family into a frenzy. Harry jumped from his seat, racing towards the orchard where his son was supposed to have been playing with his brothers and cousins.
The Weasley men followed Harry while the women went inside to ask the girls if they had seen Sirius anywhere.
Several minutes later all twenty-two Weasleys met up in the front room. Sirius was no where to be found.
"Percy, Dad, contact Kingsley immediately. Ron, George, Bill, Charlie, you'll come with me and we're going to search every inch of the land within a ten mile radius for Sirius. Mom, Fleur, we need you to stay here in case Sirius comes back if he just wandered off and watch the kids. Ginny, Hermoine contact everyone we know."
"What do you mean if he wandered off, Harry?" Ginny's voice rose an octave, tears filling her eyes.
"You know what he means as well as the rest of us, Ginny." Ron's voice was low, serious, and dark.
"Let's get a move on." Bill headed out the door, followed closely by his brothers.
Percy and Mr. Weasley we're at the ministry within seconds while Fleur and Mrs. Weasley did their best to occupy the other children and keep them calm. Ginny and Hermoine stayed at the dinning table, writing short, quick notes to everyone they knew letting them know that Sirius was missing, if you have seen him, and if you do please contact us right away. They made it to the owl post in record time and spent a fortune sending the notes across the country.
They went home to comfort their other children, praying that someone would answer immediately and Sirius would come home safe and sound before the night was through.
But the hours dragged on, Percy and Mr. Weasley came back from the Ministry, destitute, shoulders slumped. Bill, George, Charlie, Ron, and Harry came in a little after midnight, dirty and depressed. Their clothes were torn, mud coated their hair, and their shoulders sagged in despair.
The owls began to arrive early the next morning. Each more depressing then the one before it. All saying the same thing. We haven't seen Sirius. We will let you know if we do right away. Let us know if there is anything we can do.
Then the one that changed everything.
You will never see your son again. You took mine, now I take yours. He will become your own worst enemy. He will do what the Dark Lord could not. He will take over the world.
Thirteen year old Sirius James Potter had been kidnapped, and with no leads, he would remain gone forever.