Dude... if you don't get it yet.

"Wait... Define destroyed."

Sirius blinks, spoon pausing on it's way to his mouth. "Looks like one of those American tornados hit it. Front wall's gone, and everything's been riped apart. Your office is in shreds, looks like some sort of fight happened there." He shrugs, eating a bit more, "Funny thing, though. That ugly paper-weight of yours?"

James nods, hoping that it was still fine. Wormtail had to have been searching for it. "What about it?"

Sirius sifts through a robe pocket and pulls it out, the large orb a little scratched but none the worse for wear. "Color changed in it."

A seeker's quick hand darts out, taking the ball, holding it up to the light. He was right... It had been a pale burgundy... James sighs, setting it down, picking up the faint silver wisps in it from the candles. "Odd, that."

Long fingers wrap around the orb, lifting and turning it this way and that, reminding James of a muggle film about a girl who tried to get her little brother turned into a goblin or something that Remus had threatened to drag him to. "This, is an orb of Charontis,"

The dour man frowns, shaking his head. "I only knew of one, and it disappeared from Nocturne two... three years ago, after Harry--" He blinks, shaking it slightly, making the silver swirl angrily, looking like disturbed sulphur gas before settling to the depressing grey/silver.

Black eyes meet the brown eyes of the person next to him. "It isn't empty."

James arches a brow, taking the ball and pocketing it. "Sirius... you didn't see anything else at my house, did you?"

"No. But you need to come back, we've got problems." He swallows, pushing his bowl away, a gesture in how serious what he was about to say was-- if Black gave up food... "The Dark Lord's back. He's even been sighted."

James stands abruptly, eyes wide, "Harry--"

"Is fine. He's at the Burrow. There's been no sign of anyone even attempting to overthrow the Weasley might to get to your son."

Several red heads up the table snicker, nodding in agreement of the mutual thought-- Fear Molly Weasley's Wrath.

James swallows, nodding. "I'll come back... My work here was done anyway." The Auror gets up resolutely, pausing on his way to the door and coming back, handing the silvery orb off to Draco. "Hold onto that... Take care of it."

Without another word he turns, going with his friend to fight a war they'd just finished.