Me: -reading-

Nix: Is she -whispers- r..reading?

Shade: -gulp- It's n..not possible!

Cooper: HA! I knew today was the end of the world! I came prepared.

Shade: It is not the end of the world!

Cooper: Is too! -shows calender-

Shade: OMG IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD! -faints-

Nix: Who said he was the manly one again?

Me: -slams book down- This sucks!

Nix: -jumps- Oi! Hi Me! What book were you reading?

Me: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's stone.

Nix: What? How can you say it sucks?

Me: Because, She forgot Harry's twin.

Nix: Twin?

Me: Yes, haven't you heard of the Girl who lived?

Nix: Duh! Who hasn't?

Me: apparently this J.K Rowling

Nix: I heard that I am the girl who lived was writing a series of fanfictions!

Me: OMCM! Let's go read them! -poofs away-

Nix: Wait for me! -poofs away-

Shade: We dis the Claim..meaning we don't own anything!

Chapter 3

An empty bed. A sobbing mother. A depressed dad. Police patrolling the neighborhood.

It was all depressing.

Dear readers, If you had family, friends or even pets taken from you, would you remember the date and flashback to that day? No? Am I the only one? Would you wish you could change everything that happened? Yes? Good. Were on the same page, correct? Then you know what the current Potions Master is feeling.

The hooked nose male was in a state of pain (though he refused to show it), the flashes bringing back the terrible memories he was trying to suppress. It kept replaying in his head, everything in clear detail, as if it had happened the day before.

His brother had been kidnaped, while Severus had lain in his bed.

It was that day that something inside him had snapped. It was that day he built a shell around himself, that no one could break. He was never the same afterwards.

He became more cross and kept more to himself, even Lily Evens had no hope in breaking his shell. He was like a piece of candy, one of which starts out sweet and when you bite into it, becomes sour.

Dear Readers, You must know that it wasn't Severus's fault for becoming a greasy haired git. It was simply an accident.

His dad had been hurt and thus, resulted in coming home drunk most of the time. Sometimes abusing Severus's mum, which made her bitter and caused her sudden departure from the world.

Severus put on his cloak, snatching a thin, worn out picture and made his way out of the dungeons, his cloak blowing behind him.

He was off to see the old house they had lived in when it happened and then he would visit the empty grave that belonged to his brother.

He did this once a year (on the tragic anniversary of his brother's disappearance).

You see, my Faithful readers, Severus was in denial. He refused to believe his brother's death and would continue to do so, until they had found a body. His mum had left, his brother had vanished without a trace and his first love had died. Severus was rather unfortunate.

He seemed to glide across the front lawn, out of Hogwarts bound, before Apparating to the place he lived in for eleven years.

The familiar feeling of being locked inside a small box and suffocating to death ended as quickly as it started.

Gracefully, landing on his feet. He could hear the 'crunch' of the brown, dead grass beneath his feet.

The weeds had grown long since last year and the house was overcrowded with them. Windows were cracked, the door was half off its hinges and the walls on the outside of the house were moldy and rotted. There was still yellow tape that had marked off the grounds so long ago, though it was dirty and barely noticeable. The house, to say it simply, seemed to have died with Severus's family.

They weren't all dead, of course. His father lived in a muggle apartment and Severus still had the smallest sense that Ash hadn't died. He wasn't so sure, thinking it could be because he was still in denial. Yet, he held a little hope that it wasn't so much as a dream.

Lost in his thoughts, Severus hadn't noticed he reached the front door, until his nose was an inch away from colliding into it.

Despite the obvious dangers, the middle aged man pulled out his wand, muttering, 'Lumos' and watched in satisfaction as it lit up.

The inside wasn't much different from the outside, the wallpaper was torn up and hung loose against the wall. Chairs were tipped, glass was shattered and trash was scattered everywhere.

The house was elegant and fancy when Severus was a kid and he still had trouble trying to match it up with the trashy, torn version he saw now.

He walked through the rooms, ignoring the damage. He trailed down a narrow hallway, opening the door to the left of him.

He looked at the overturned crib and the broken dresser. A slight wind was felt and Severus pulled the cloak tighter around him.

Glancing one last time around the room, he left, shutting the door silently behind him.

He retraced his steps, going back through the rooms and ending on the doorstep outside.

Without another look, Severus proceeded toward the small grave yard, just a block away.

The gate that was once so grand was now rusted and the chains broken.

He allowed himself in, an eerie feeling settling inside of him. He felt like he was being watched, but detected nothing. He could feel a the hair on the back of his neck raise and quickly turned, looking for the source. Only to continue in disappointment.

He stared at the headstone, reading the words he had memorized ages ago. He stood in silence for several minutes, his way of honoring the dead.

He put his hand in his pocket, feeling the thin picture he had forgotten.

Pulling it out, he placed it on the grave, gently setting several flowers atop of it as the wind needn't take something so important.

He turned his back, about to apparate, when he felt a presence nearby. He whisked around, hand on his wand.

Raising his hand up in the air, he managed to catch the paper airplane, before it could blow in the other direction.

He was confused, there was no one around, yet he was sure there was someone a seconds ago. He left the graveyard suddenly and holding the paper tightly in his hands, apparated back to Hogwarts.

He 'popped' out of the ground, arriving a little away from Hogwarts, but not so much that he couldn't see the magnificent castle.

Curiosity got the better of him, as he descended toward the castle, he unfolded the airplane.

Neat handwriting was scrawled across the paper and Severus read it.

'Stay away or you'll regret it. This is your first warning.'

Me: Ohhhhh! What's going to happen next?

Nix: Review and you shall soon find out!

Me: Stay tuned! Hehehe...I'm typing this at midnight and everyone's asleep and this gave me the freaking shivers!

Nix: This chapter is dedicated To I Am The Girl Who Lived and Animala Swan! Congrats to you! Have some fuzzy Minions! hehee

Me: You must return the minions in a week though! lol...ok!

Me & Nix: R&R!