Chapter 4
Albus wasn't sure what happened. One moment he was sorting out a bit of paperwork for the tournament. The next all his little thingamabobs exploded. That is to say, all that were linked to Harry Potter. At the same time a House Elf appeared regarding a fire they'd seen to in the school. Albus waved the little creature off since the fire had already been put out. The explosion had startled Fawkes who flashed away, leaving Albus to rush to the fire and floo call Mrs Figgs. The wards around the Dursleys had fallen.
Half an hour later he arrived back in his office and slumped into his chair. Harry was gone. Mrs Figgs hadn't seen anything and the Dursleys were happy to see the boy away. They couldn't give anymore information since they were out at the time. All they knew was when they came back Harry and his owl had gone, along with all his things. Albus was sure Harry was still alive, it was now a matter of where he went to. Sirius was out, Albus handled all Harry's mail and knew the man hadn't contected his Godson yet. Nor had Harry tried to contact Sirius. Granted the wards being down meant the mail trace he'd placed was now off. The Weasleys were possible, but his best bet was Diagon Alley.
An hour wondering around though left him puzzled. Neither the boy nor his owl was anywhere in sight. Albus had also checked the bank and was told no.
Albus returned to his office to ponder this problem. What would make the wards fall like that? There was no sign of a fight at the Dursleys and no one knew where Harry lived so it couldn't have been a Deatheater attack. Albus was about to floo call the Weasleys then decided against it. Molly would have his hide if she realised Harry was missing, and was more likely to floo call him if the boy showed up at her home. He did have a quick chat with Severus regarding any Deatheater activity. The man gave him a resounding no and put Albus back at square one. Perhaps Fawkes could find the boy, once the blasted Phoenix returned.
Sighing he turned to his collection and attempted to repair them. He'd just have to hope someone saw the boy and reported it. Preferably the right someone.
