The office was quite dark as he fumbled around in the old desk trying to find it. An issue of the Prophet lay open in a patch of pale moonlight.
Harry Potter: Missing, rumored to be dead!
Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, has disappeared from his Surrey home. Officials are baffled as to how this tragedy has happened but suspect the involvement of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his Death Eaters. No Dark Mark was found on the premises so we have hope Potter may still be alive. We can speculate on why Potter's things appear to be missing. His owl, wand, and a few spell books appear to have disappeared along with Mr. Potter. If you see him, please contact the Ministry of Magic. (con. On page 4)
He chuckled at the paper. The Ministry can be so dense.
"Having fun Harry?" a voice asked from behind him.
He spun around igniting his wand tip as he went and came face to face with a portrait of an old man with a long silver white beard and hair.
"Why would you be wondering around the headmaster's office this late at night?" The portrait of Albus Dumbledore asked his former student.
"Professor." was all the young man could say before falling to the ground in tears.
"Now, now, Harry. What's wrong? I have hoped you were over my death by now." The former headmaster said.
"It's just surprising, Sir." came the muffled reply.
"Up you come Harry let me get a good look at you." Dumbledore's portrait said and the young man stood up again his cheeks a little wet.
"You haven't changed much Harry. Though if you get any taller you may catch up to your friend Mr. Weasley." Dumbledore said looking at his now 17 year old pupil.
"To answer your question from earlier Sir, I'm looking for Gryffindor's sword." Harry said shining the wand light around the almost barren office.
Dumbledore smiled sadly and pointed towards a shelf on the other side of the room.
Harry walked over and upon the shelf lay a dusty old hat and a magnificent sword, it's metal gleaming like it was brand new and the rubies in it's hilt twinkling.
"So how has the search been?" Dumbledore asked looking Harry in the eyes.
"Good. I found Hufflepuff's cup at Riddle Manor. Voldemort has abandoned that place." Harry said returning Dumbledore gaze.
"Good. How about the other things?" Dumbledore asked.
"No luck yet. Hermione is sorting through those memories of Voldemort childhood again." Harry replied.
Dumbledore nodded and waved off the young man. Harry grabbed his broom and invisibility cloak which had been sitting atop the desk and flew out the window silently.
The portrait of Dumbledore smiled at Harry's retreating form and pretended to doze off just as the other portraits awoke from their fake sleep to question him.