Professor Dumbledore was pacing. That was never a good sign. He was walking alone in his office with only his phoenix Fawkes for company. The portraits of previous headmasters of Hogwarts were all poised, staring at Dumbledore.
Suddenly the door opened and Remus Lupin stepped in. Dumbledore rushed over to him.
"Where is the boy? Is he safe?" Dumbledore asked Lupin anxiously.
"Harry is fine. He is with the Weasleys at The Burrow. I'm sure Molly will enjoy fussing over him." Lupin replied.
Professor Dumbledore sunk back in his chair with relief. He had been worried about Harry ever since he had ran away from Hogwarts. Deep down inside him Dumbledore knew it was all his fault. He had pressured Harry into taken nightly Occlumency with Professor Snape.
Lupin bade Dumbledore goodnight and retreated from his office.
The portraits on the walls all began busily chatting again once the tension had left the room. Dumbledore started to relax and after a few minutes he was asleep. Everything seemed to have turned out ok.