Igor stood, impatiently, in front of the door to Dumbledore's office. He had assumed that Dumbledore would have already arrived, but Igor had no such luck. After standing around for ten minutes, Igor had had enough. He turned his back on the door and started walking away. Just before he turned the corner, Igor felt a tap on his shoulder. Abruptly, he turned around and came face to face with…
Albus Dumbledore.
"Hello, Mr. Karkaroff. It's surprising to see you here at Hogwarts on this fine day. What brings you here?" began Dumbledore.
Igor would not speak. Instead, he reached out and grabbed Dumbledore's arm. Dumbledore felt a searing pain in his arm as Igor's fingers wrapped around it. Yet, in spite of Dumbledore's screams, Igor would not relinquish his grip. Forcefully, Igor dragged Dumbledore out of Hogwarts' main doors and onto the Quiddich pitch, where an old boot sat, waiting ominously. Dumbledore stared hardly at the boot, knowing full well what it was there for but refusing to utter any sound. Harshly, Igor pulled Dumbledore closer to the boot and made sure that both of their hands were touching it. After about three seconds, they both felt a jerk behind their noses and they were flung from the ground. Igor was excited at this, knowing (or so he thought) that he would soon be back at Voldemort's graveyard with the other most powerful wizard in the world- Albus Dumbledore.
This ride on a Portkey was the longest that Dumbledore could remember, and he had used a Portkey numerous times before. Dumbledore was a little bit frightened but would not voice his fears. He was afraid that if he said anything, Igor would curse him, even though Dumbledore knew, deep inside himself, that he could rebuke any curse that was thrown at him. But, if he continued to be such a kind, caring man that his personality made him, Dumbledore realized that the time remaining in his life would shorten drastically.
Just as suddenly as it had begun, it ended. Igor and Dumbledore landed in a field…but there was something different about this field. It was not open and friendly; instead, there were a plethora of stones scattered around the area- gravestones.