A/N I must say I am quite surprised to have had any people view the story so far, let alone people follow me or favourite this. Thank you. To know that some people at least enjoyed the prologue meant a lot.
Disclaimer: I do not, have not and probably will not (unless I become the last person alive on Earth) own the rights to Harry Potter. I'm just grateful that JKR allows us to play in her creation.
Chapter 1
Somewhere in the North of Britain
An old man (at least judging by the length of his white hair and beard) sits quietly writing at a desk in an office. He is wearing half-moon spectacles behind which you can see his bright blue eyes. His nose is very long and crooked, as if it has been broken at least twice.
It is a large circular office and there are portraits of various men and women, most of them quite elderly, covering the walls. A number of curious silver instruments stood on some small tables in the corner, whirring and emitting little puffs of smoke. Next to the desk is a perch which has a fantastic red and gold bird currently asleep on it.
A soft chime sounds throughout the room, the man at the desk looks up and says ''Enter.'' A rather severe looking woman enters the room, she is wearing a long black robe, square glasses and her black hair is drawn into a tight bun.
''Minerva, what can I do for you this fine day?'' the man enquires.
''Albus, I've just spent thirty minutes talking to Arabella Figg through the Floo. She tells me that she been trying to reach you for several days now.''
''I've been quite busy lately my dear, its simply a case of me not being in the office when she has called. Did she say what it was about?'' asked Albus.
''I couldn't really make out what it was about, but she seems very agitated about something and insists that you contact her immediately'' replied Minerva.
''I'm sure its nothing too serious my dear, but rest assured I will contact her shortly and discover what the fuss is over.''
''Very well Albus, I will leave you to speak with her. I need to go and finish my lesson plans for the coming school term, I will see you at dinner'' Minerva exclaimed. With that statement she turned smartly on her heel and left the office.
''Now then,'' muttered Albus to himself, ''lets see what the problem is.'' With that comment he gets up from behind his desk, walks into the middle of the room and with a CRACK he disappears from the room.
Somewhere in Britain
With a CRACK Albus reappears in what appears to be someone's back garden. He looks around for a moment, to gather himself and walks to the back door. He knocks on the door as he opens it, calling out ''Hello? Arabella?''
''Finally! Took you long enough!'' came the reply as Albus walked into the house. As he walks into the living room he sees her sat there, an old lady with grizzled gray hair , she is wearing a pink nightdress and tartan carpet slippers.
''Whatever seems to be the problem my dear?'' he enquires?
''Don't you 'my dear' me Albus! I've been trying to get through to you for several days! Where have you been?''
''I've simply been busy, unavoidable I'm afraid. Now, if you will simply calm down a moment and tell me what's wrong then I can see what I can do to help.''
''Its about Harry'' replied Arabella, ''I haven't seen him in some time now and I'm getting worried.''
''How long has it been since you saw him last?'' asked Albus, a note of panic in his voice.
''Its been at least two weeks! I've tried to enquire as best I can but all I get told is he is out playing or spending some time bonding with his cousin, things like that. But I haven't seen a single sign of him in some time.''
''Relax my dear Arabella. I'm sure he's fine. I will head over to his home now and make sure everything is OK'' reassures Albus.
Upon saying that he removes a wand from his sleeve, taps himself on the head, he starts to shimmer until after a few seconds he disappears. With this he leaves the house and starts to walk down the road. After a few minutes he stops outside of a house. ''Here we go, Number Four Privet Drive'' mutters Albus. ''Lets check a few things whilst I'm here.'' With that he starts to mutter under his breath for a few moments before commenting, ''No, the wards are all still up and in good working order. Looks like I will have to investigate a bit further.''
With that comment Albus starts to walk up the path, goes to knock on the door, realises the spell is still active, mutters a few words under his breath, then reappears. He knocks on the door and after a few moments hears a women's voice call out, ''Hold on!'' The door opens to reveal a thin woman with blonde hair, ''Yes can I help...You!'' she exclaims. ''What are you doing here?''
''Ah, hello Petunia'' replies Albus, ''I'm here to just check up on Harry. Can I speak to him please?''
''The little freak isn't here'' she replies, making a face at the mention of her nephew.
''Now Petunia, that's no way to talk about family is it? Can you tell me where he is?'' enquires Albus.
''I'll call him what I like, he's a worthless freak just like the rest of you. Anyway I don't know where he is, he took off in the middle of the night a couple of weeks ago. Good riddance to him if you ask me.''
''Now Petunia, there's -'' Albus starts to admonish her but is silenced when the door is slammed in his face. He turns back down the path and starts to think ''Need to track him down quickly, he could be almost anywhere after this long. Mad-eye should be available to help, he was useful in tracking him down last time. I need him back under these wards.'' With that last thought he spins on his heel and with a CRACK he disappears.
A/N I apologise for the delay in this going up, Ive actually re-written it several times but I just can't seem to get it to flow right but I figured you would like to see something rather than nothing. Hope you enjoyed it. Constructive critisism is always welcome.
