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Sirius

James and I sit under that tree for close to an hour. We talk some, but mostly we are silent. We are both avoiding the same thing. Telling everyone else. I know Kaelin will be in hysterics. She'll cry and scream and deny that it could be happening. I know exactly how she'll feel. I wouldn't wish anyone that kind of pain.

James informs me that Sam and I were gone all night, and Kaelin was worried when Sam never came home. She sent James to find us when we still hadn't come back by that afternoon. Now, it appears that night was falling as the thick smoke slowly begins to fade. The hole in the field is like the hole in my chest. A painful reminder that Sam is gone. That she may not be coming back.

Finally, we both know we have to face the inevitable. As much as I'd like to, I can't avoid them forever. So I stand with James and look out into the field once more faintly hoping to see Sam walking towards me. When I see nothing, I nod to James. "They're all at Kaelin's," he says softly. Everyone must have gathered there to wait for our return. I imagine Kaelin is sick with worry. Lily too.

I close my eyes and feel the familiar tug of apparation. When I open my eyes again, I'm standing in the middle of their living room. James appears next to me, and Kaelin jumps up. "OHMYGOSH! I was so worried! Where's Sam! Where were you?" she spills out a hundred questions, and I simply stand there feeling my throat close up. My head swims. My voice fails. I clutch the arm of the couch and sit down feeling dizzy. Kaelin stops talking. Lily is beside James with her arms around him whispering. He's shaking his head sadly.

"Sirius," Remus says quietly. "What happened?" His voice is quiet and gentle. I breathe deeply trying my best not to pass out. Kaelin is staring at me looking lost and hopeless.

"She's gone," I whisper. I feel the tears threatening again, and I do my best to hold them in. My throat feels raw from trying not to cry.

"What?" Kaelin whispers disbelievingly. "What do you mean she's gone?" Her eyes fill up with tears and she sits down on the couch staring at me. Lily is crying as well and she buries her head in James' shoulder.

I stay silent knowing if I try to talk, I'll start crying again. James begins to tell my story and Kaelin hangs onto his every word. As the words sink in, she slumps over and the tears flow harder. She lost her best friend. No one knows if we'll ever see her again.

"Oh Sirius," she cries hugging me tightly. I put an arm around her weakly and hold her as she cries. A few tears escape my eyes, and I don't care. Remus watches Kaelin with a sad expression. I know the thoughts running through his head. He wants to protect her. He doesn't want her to hurt. There's no stopping the dull pain that comes from losing someone you love.

Lily cries too, and even Peter looks sad. He simply stares at the floor and studies the carpet silently. When Kaelin finally lets go of me, I stand up. "I'm going to find her," I say firmly. "She's not dead." I put as much force into the words as I can.

"I'll help you," Kaelin states. Lily and James agree readily, and Remus nods as well. Peter hesitates for a moment before nodding.

There it is. All of us will stop at nothing to find Sam. She's out there somewhere, and she needs me. I'll find her no matter what it takes. I'll find her. I have to. But where do I start?

Sam

I lean back against the cold wall of my cell. The man, as I call him, is asleep on the other side of the cell. I close my eyes briefly. A dull pain in my side keeps me awake. The bleeding has stopped, but I've lost a lot of blood. I know without treatment, it will get infected. I could very well die from loss of blood soon. I feel weak, and my head hurts. I try to stand, but my head swims, and I'm forced to stay put. I look down at my soiled dress. The ends are frayed and charred. Blood soaks the entire right side. My hands are bloodstained too. My hair is in knots.

It's cold, and I pull my small sweater around my frail body as tight as I can, trying to keep in some body heat. I let my thoughts wander and find myself thinking of my friends. I wonder if Kaelin knows I'm gone yet. I haven't a clue how long I've been here. It could've been a day or it could be a month. Time doesn't work the same when you're locked in a cold dark cell. Hunger gnaws at my stomach, and my throat is parched.

I wonder how far along Lily is. Has anything gone wrong? Is she okay? I wonder if it'll be a boy or a girl. What will she name it? I feel tears spill over as I think about my friends. I'm locked up maybe forever. Will they forget about me? Will Sirius forget about me? Is he looking for me, or has he moved on? Has he found someone else and doesn't need me anymore?

The thought sends pain into my heart. He means everything to me. The thought of him not caring about me anymore makes me cry harder. I sob into my sweater wishing I could see him again. What if I get out of here alive, and he doesn't recognize me? What if he hates me? What if he doesn't love me anymore?

A light shines onto me, and I look up to see a hidden door in the wall open up. A face appears. A face I know well. One that I'm shocked to see. No! "The Dark Lord w-wishes to s-see you," he stutters. If I had my wand, I would have cursed him until he was the one lying on the floor bleeding to death. Instead, I simply nod.

He helps me stand, and I take the opportunity to punch him in the face. "That's for betraying us," I growl. "I thought you were our friend." He simply glares at me sadly holding his bleeding nose.

He pulls me along behind him taking care to be very rough. I placed a hand on my side when the blood begins to pour again. The traitor leads me into a room and throws me unceremoniously onto the floor. I glare up at him until I hear a voice speak. "Ah, Wormtail. I see you've brought our guest," a snakelike voice says. "Good. She will prove most useful."

"What do you want with me?" I ask with more force than I have. I glare up at Voldemort, and he chuckles.

"Everything," he whispers. "You'll do as you're told or die. Michelle! Come clean up Ms. Samantha here." A woman bustles over to me and begins cleaning my wound.

"She needs blood sir," she says. "She's lost too much." Voldemort ignores her and begins talking to another Death Eater.

"I'll never do anything for you," I say. "You can't make me." Voldemort smiles at me before my head explodes in pain and I collapse onto the floor writhing in pain. Every ounce of my body is on fire, and I feel the darkness threaten to engulf me. After a few moments of torture, I let it.

Sorry it's not that good. I promise the next one will be better. A lot is going to happen, and I promise I won't make anymore of these crappy chapters. I just needed to get some stuff out of the way. Next one comes out soon!