Chapter 4: Destruction of the Dursley's.

The blast sent the Order members flying backwards, many hitting trees or fences before they fell to the floor. In the sudden silence that followed, Privet Drive stood still, and its visitors lay dazed and staring at the remains of what used to be the Dursley's house.

The silence was shattered by a howl-like cry and the stillness changed into one of high activity as Remus Lupin leapt to his feet, running towards where he had last seen the son of his old school friend.

"Harry!"

His advance was checked by a strong arm around his chest and he struggled briefly until his eyes connected with the pale blue gaze of the Hogwart's headmaster.

As soon as he had relaxed, Dumbledore's attention turned to the other members of the Order. "Kingsley, take your team and go round the back. See if there are any Death Eaters left there. Moody, get your team together and follow me. We have to see if there are any survivors in the house."

The chaos was immediately checked as the Order members followed the sharp orders issued by the tall, white bearded man. Dumbledore looked at Lupin who still had the headmaster's arm wrapped around his chest. "You can come and help the search with us." He said quietly, and then spun, making his way across the blackened lawn to the still smouldering wreck of number four, Privet Drive.

Lupin concentrated his search in the area where he had last seen Harry. The front door was surprisingly still standing, though the walls around it had fallen when the second floor had crashed to the ground. He climbed his way over the ruins, ignoring the shouts and conversations of the others as he started shifting some of the rubble that had collected behind the door.

A shout of excitement appeared from the middle of the house a couple of moments later, and he eagerly stumbled across the remains to see Dumbledore and Tonks clearing away some debris from around a hole.

As Lupin looked down into the darkness, his happiness wavered slightly as he saw the three pale faces of Harry's relatives. They appeared to be in a perfectly round chamber, and seemed untouched by the rest of the house that had fallen around them. He lowered a hand down into the hole, offering some assistance to help them out but frowned when he connected with an invisible barrier.

"A protective ward." Dumbledore said, kneeling down by the werewolf and placing his own hand upon the resistance. "Harry must've created it before the house went up."

"Then he must've created one around himself." Lupin said, and jumped up, making his way once more to where the front door remained standing.

A couple more moments of searching, however, revealed no such chamber near the door. Tonks had joined him in his search and the two of them pushed aside the debris quickly, not caring about the cuts on their hands or the state of their torn and bloody finger nails as they tore at the bricks that resisted their efforts.

"Remus."

Lupin's head shot up at Tonk's small voice and looked down at the small area she had been clearing. His breath caught in his throat when he recognised the familiar length of wood that lay on the floor.

He reached out and gently took hold of it, quickly dropping the holly stick again when it burnt his hand.

"Albus!" Tonks had raised her head to call to the headmaster as he helped the Dursleys out of their protective chamber. The old man was there in seconds, one hand resting reassuringly on the back of Remus' shoulder as he looked down at the wand.

"Its Harry's" he acknowledged quietly. He looked around at the remains of the house around him. "Would you believe that it was Harry that did all this?"

Lupin and Tonks looked up at him in shock. "A sixteen year old boy, do all this?" Tonks asked in disbelief. "How?"

Dumbledore shrugged. "I'm afraid I don't know. But I do know that Voldemort had no time to gather magic strong enough to do all this, and I doubt he would've thought to put a shield around the Dursley's either. And the wand is hot, like it had been used to channel more magic than it was capable of."

"But it's phoenix feather, isn't it?" Moody's voice appeared from just behind the headmaster. "They are supposed to be quite resilient to strong bursts of magic."

"Evidently not of this calibre" Dumbledore replied. He raised his own wand and elevated the Harry's wand up into the air. He created a protective case around it and then placed the wand into his pocket.

"I don't think we will find Harry here." He said sadly, walking away.

"Where is he?" Lupin asked the retreating figure. "Albus, where is he?" He jumped up to follow and grabbed the aging man's arm.

Dumbledore shrugged again. "I'm afraid I don't know." He said. "Could've transported himself anywhere with that sort of magic. And I cannot rule out the possibility that Voldemort has him. The fact that all the Death Eaters disappeared at the same time as the blast suggests that they are connected."

Lupin's heart sank as the headmasters words sunk in. "James, Lily, Sirius, and now Harry." He muttered, his eyes staring blankly at the ground and he fell to his knees, his breaths shallow and quick.

He felt movement next to him and looked up to see Tonks standing there. "Lets get you back to Hogwarts." She said quietly. "We can plan what to do from there."

Lupin nodded slightly and allowed himself to be helped to his feet and led to the end of the road where they apparated back to the school where he had once been so happy.