Somewhere in Scotland.
Hogwarts.
Headmaster's office.
June 25, 2007
It was late in the evening when Headmaster Dumbledor came up the stairs into his office. As he opened the door to his office, Dumbledore paused, listening to the multitude of instruments arrayed on the table to his left wall that all sat below the portraits of past headmasters. Something was off.
Carefully he listened to the different sounds coming from the table to his right. Silver instruments that shone in the sunlight puffed smoke, chirped and wizzed and yet a sound was off. The sounds were deeper. The wizened headmaster quickly did the mental calculations based on the number of sounds, multiplied by the set ratio and then applied it to his mental occlumency enhanced map of Britain. His eyes widened before he cursed. Harry was not at Private Drive and from his calculations, has not been there for a few days at least. He could not get a direct coordinate from his instruments which unsettled him.
He was always able to know where Harry was based on his blood he included in the enchantments of his silver instruments. Ablus cursed out loud. From what he knew from observing the family is they never go on vacations that are farther than a few hours and have never stayed over night.
With a steady gait Ablus walked around his mahogany desk and sat down in his high backed chair. He sighed as he looked at his cluttered desk. Paperwork was spread out disorderly before he fought to open a drawer on his left. With a loud thump the drawer gave away and Albus was able to grab a bottle of fire whiskey and a glass from within.
As he sipped on his glass he started modifying his plans out loud. The clock to his right chimed the fifth hour past noon before going quiet again.
The Headmaster adjusted and discarded many different possibilities out loud. Albus never noticed Ember flame out of the office after he mentioned Harry being used as bait during his first year to draw out Tom and hopefully complete the Prophecy.
'There was so much to do. So little time.' Dumbledor thought to himself as he sipped the last of his fire whiskey.
He never noticed that many of the instruments that did not make any sound slowed to a stop as he was deep in thought.
'All this is mute if I can not find the Potter brat.'
AN: Sorry for the long wait and short chapter. I tend to do chapters based on POV changes. Good news is my other two stories are in edits and I am aiming to release them this upcoming month.