Sept. 13, 2006
Chapter Four
"Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived Twice, gone missing!"
Sirius Black threw the wizardry newspaper across the room. Remus had to duck not to be hit by the sports page. The werewolf picked up the front page and continued to read."
"Mr. Potter, 17, has been missing since August 20th. The young man was kidnapped in the early hours but three men. Though the id of these men has not been disclosed, aurors are saying that witches and wizardries everywhere should be on the look out for three muggle cars: a black American Mustang, a green Dodge Neon Sport with silver racing strip and a midnight blue Honda Civic.
"Sources say that the men who took Mr. Potter from the Minister of Magic's, Arthur Weasley's, home were organized, prepared, and should be considered very dangerous. They are described as tall, in their late teens to early twenties, and very fit.
"No contact has been made with the family or the Ministry of Magic concerning a ransom or demand of some sort for the life of Mr. Potter.
"In addiction to the disappearance of The Boy Who Lived, this reporter has found, through Ministry sources that the Minister's daughter, Ginny Weasley has also gone missing.
"Miss Weasley was to be the new Head Girl at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this coming year. It have not been decided if the young woman left with the kidnappers of her own free will or not. The Weasley Family gave this statement early today.
"To the Kidnappers of Ginny and Harry,
"Please, read this and feel it in your hearts not to harm them. We love them so much and would do anything to have them back. A one million galleon reward is being offered for the information leading to the persons who commanded this horrible crime. If said person release Ginny and Harry within the next 48 hours unharmed, no charges will be filed against you or anyone in your party. This is a decision reached by Sirius Black, Harry's godfather and I, Arthur Weasley, Minister of Magic.
"Please, release my daughter and the young man who I look at as a son. I beg of you, do it for them and do it for your self. Thank You."
"This has been Rita Skeeter for the Daily Prophet."
Remus set the paper aside and looked across the table at his very dear friend. "Padfoot, you have to relax and you have to eat something." Lupin removed a chocolate frog from his tattered pocket and slid it across the table.
"How can you think of your stomach at a time like this," Black asked, looking at the frog in disgust.
"I'm not thinking about my stomach, I'm thinking about yours."
Black glared at his long time friend but picked up the frog and ate it. "There has to be something we missed. Some clue." Black sat down and placed his head on the cool surface of the table. "When I became his godfather I promised to protect him but I never thought I would have to protect him from my own son. Snape's son sure but never - never, my own flesh and bone."
"Padfoot, you didn't know this was going to happen-"
"Ya, but I should have known. James would have known. I promised James and Lily that I would take care of him and look what a great job I'm doing."
"Sirius, James would have never been able to predicted this happening. James was a great father and an ever better man but no one but those three boys could have guessed what was going through their minds at the time of the kidnapping."
Black never got a chance to reply because Ana entered the room carrying a muggle laptop. Remus saw that it was one of the seven that was collected from the Dane Mansion in Fairbanks. Behind her was Charlie, Mary-Dominik's mother, Porsche and Mrs. Weasley.
"I have finally done it!" Ana yelled as she entered the small kitchen. Both men stood as Ana placed the computer on the table and began to type on it. "I have broke the code. This computer is Silas and he keeps a video diary on it. Look at this-" Ana pointed to a list of titles, dating from September 14, 2001 until recently. "The list was updated last night. I figured out the Crews system and was able to hack into it."
"So what does it say?" Black leaded over Ana shoulder.
"I don't know yet-"
Not waiting for her to finish Sirius grabbed the wireless mouse and clicked the right side button. "What did I just do," he asked dumbfounded by the flash and then moving photo?
"You opened one of the videos."
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Okay from here on until I do a line of numbers it will be the video that everyone is watching in Remus' kitchen.
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"Okay so here I am." A long haired Silas Snape stepped in front of the camera and sat down in the chair before the computer. His eyes were bloodshot, his skin pale, and he looked as a weak as a kitten. "Today, is September 14, 2001. Three days ago my sister was killed in the terrorism attacks on the World Trade Centers.
"I've never done this been this before. Ya kno', talking to myself and all. It kind of strange but people tell me that it helps deal with the pain. I don't understand what I'm feeling at the moment and I can't help but feel that I am alone.
"I suppose that I should start from the beginning but what does that matter, I mean, I'm the only one who will be watching this after all. But anyway, at 8:32 a passenger plane hit the World Trade Center in New York City. A little wait after that a second plane hit the other tower. Then one hit the Pentagon and another was crashed in a field.
"I didn't know it at the time but Sara was in the first tower on floor 120. When I arrived at the tower's base I looked for some of her co-works, praying that she made it out but the smoke and ash was so bad that every face was the same. I looked for her waist long black hair and olive skin but everyone was gray, just gray- covered by the ash.
"Finally, I found Bobby; he works with my sister and took her out a time or two but just as friends. He was crying on the sidewalk. I asked him if he had seen Sara and he fell to his knees. He said that Sara had gotten as many people as possible out but he never saw her exit.
"The next thing I knew, the towers were falling and people were jumping from the sides and upper floors, firefighter and police were pushing us back and alls I could see was her face. Her beautiful face.
"I'm so sorry that I yelled at her told her that she was a disgrace. I'm so sorry and now, I will never be able to say that to her." Silas left the view of the camera and in the background his crying and sodding was recorded.
There was a flash and then, a date flashed on the screen. A different picture came on, in the right hand corner it read, Car Cam. Sept 11, 06. Through a shattered glass, the camera angle showed Silas with Dominik and Ramses. All three were covered in ash. It was like a war zone, the background nothing more than framing, broken glass and twisted metal.
Dominik held Silas as he cried out, begging for the world to turn back time and save his sister but Dominik could do was hold him. It was not enough. Silas marched back behind the view of the camera. A pop and then a slamming noise was heard in the background.
"SILAS! NO!" Both Dominik and Remses yelled. Silas came into view again this time carrying a small metal object - a pistol.
Silas lifted the gun to his head and looked at his two very best friends. Tears streamed down from his eyes. Either Dominik or Remses could move but the looks they gave Silas was enough. Slowly, he removed the gun from his head. Dominik took this time to act and made a grab for the gun but Silas caught his hand.
Falling to his knees, Silas placed the gun to his forehead with Dominik's hand still on it and said, "Please, do it, Dom. I can't live without Sara. I can't. I don't care anymore. Just end this pain so that I can tell her that, Please. I need to tell her that, Dom.
"I yelled at her Dom. I yelled at her and made her cry. I said that I never wanted to see her again and it's my entire fault. I shouldn't be here- Please, I beg you. If you are my friend you will pull that trigger, Please."
But Dominik could not do it. He shook his head and lowered the gun. "I can't Silas because you are my friend."
Another flash and Silas was back on camera. "That is the film for Dom's Dash Cam or the DDC as we call it. I still wish that he would have pulled that trigger.
"Today, as in September 14, 2007, I went to Ground Zero and placed a picture of Sara and a missing poster with all the others. A boy in blue asked if I have checked with the missing station yet. He told me that he thought he had saw Sara exit the tower before it fell.
"It's amazing what those words did to my soul. I ran to the station three miles away and never once took a moment to stop and breath. His words centered in my head. My sister was alive.
"I could tell that the lady in charge was tired and that she had not eaten in at less 24 hour hours but my sister was alive. She gave me some papers to fill out and then, she had to enter the information into a computer. She told me to go get coffee 'cause it could take a wait. I did as she said and left.
"I came back to find the paperwork that I have filled out at the bottom of a pile and a new woman in charge. The minute I enter the area, I would asked if Sara had been give a number. A Number? I didn't understand. If I knew what number Sara had been given I wouldn't have been there?
"Then, it hit me; they weren't counting on finding living people. The lady was talking about a dead number. Sara was dead to these people.
"I wanted to yell at this woman, scream, and tell her that the number given to Sara was zero because she was alive."
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Okay, so I didn't get the best of replies to this story but I don't care because I have wanted to write this story for a long time and Well, I'm going to. So here is the next Chapter and I hope you like it but if you don't…please tell me what is wrong with it. Maybe I can help! Also there will be more to this Chapter in a little while. Maybe not in Silas PoV but the next event in the chain.
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