Disclaimer : If only this could be said in a different way. But. I'm sorry. I don't own this world. JK does. It's so sad I know.
A/N : I apologize for the extremely long delay in updating.
Harry Potter and The Power of The Heirs
Chapter 4
The Confusion
When he arrived he stopped dead in his tracks. The tombs that held Harry Potter and Hermione Granger had been cracked and split open. And they where empty.
Minerva McGonagall followed Albus as fast as her age would allow. Never in all of my years have she seen Albus act this way. Sure the prophecy was unexpected but what made him react that way.
Following closely behind her was Filius Flitwick, moving as fast as his small legs could carry him. When they arrived at the entrance to the Great Hall, they found house elves leaving the center of the hall and heading back to their yearly cleanup jobs. Minerva slowly approached the center of the room where she saw Albus on his knees. She spared a glance to Filius and saw him staring not at Albus, but beyond him. She looked up again and this time took in more details and gave a gasp of breath.
Two tombs, side by side, lay crumbled on the ground.
Slowly she walked forward towards the near broken man in front of her.
"Albus?" she whispered as she knelt down beside him.
"What has happened here," he whispered to himself. He stood slowly, observing the damage in front of him. There where no signs of the bodies of Harry Potter or Hermione Granger. No cloth that once wrapped them. Not even their wands remained, which were buried with them.
"Severus."
Snape walked up behind Dumbledore and looked at the broken tombs over the head masters shoulders. "Yes headmaster," he said in a tone that displayed his awe at the current event.
"Gather up the ghosts. Have them search the school grounds for anything unusual."
Dumbledore then turned and looked at Minerva. The look in his eye's portrayed one of immense sadness, yet great hope. "Nobody is to speak of these events. It is to remain a secret until I choose to reveal it," Dumbledore said turning to the rest of the teachers. "Now if you will please return to my office, we have much to discuss."
Dumbledore waved his wand and the tombs were repaired to their original state. Turning around he returned to his office, pondering the events of the past half-hour.
A/N : Dedicated in loving memory of William C. Hopkinson. May you find peace and happiness.
A/N 2 :First off I'd like to apologize again for not updating. Secondly, I'd like to apologize for having such a short chapter. I just wanted to get something posted because I hadn't posted in so long. I'm sorry if it was not as good or well planned as previous chapters. And Finally, thank you so much for the reviews.