Alright, since I am really tired and don't feel like doing it right now, I am not going to put the response to the reviews. Most of them say the same thing anyway, which s update, great chapter, and why did Gimli leave so soon. Lol, it's a secret.

Now, I want to give you a hint and some fore-warning. Two characters are going to die awfully soon, and Harry, Sirius, and some other people who remain nameless for surprise's sake will be returning to way Hogwarts. Ha, just thought you'd all like to know.

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Albus Dumbledore was not a happy man. Not only had he lost his favorite student and almost-grandson, he had lost one of his dearest friends. He had tried everything he knew, but still showed no hope of finding them. The students were in gossip frenzy, and the teachers were worried to the bone. Even Severus Snape was quieter and lest snarky... or maybe he was imagining it.

Not long ago he received a nasty letter from one Remus Lupin, demanding that he find his adopted nephew and best friend, then apologizing and stating that it was almost that time of the month. He had sunk into a slight depression, and got upset and snapped at people for the slightest thing, quite unlike his normal self.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were in frenzy, Mrs. Weasley often cross or crying, and Mr. Weasley spending moments at a time in silence. Hermione and Ron had come up to him, demanding to know what he had done with their best friend. They, too, were sullen, and Hermione was spending less and less time on her schoolwork, while Ron was spending less and less time on quidditch.

What was an old man to do? He sighed and rose from his desk, making his way to lunch. The low murmurs that had recently become accustomed to the great hall were the same as ever, and he found it quite depressing to stick around. Just as he was entering the second floor to make his way to his office, a raggedy looking Sibyl ran up to him, gathering her many shawls in her hands and pulling her dress up to her arm pits so she could run. Had it been any other time, one would have found this quite comical.

"Headmaster, Headmaster, do listen! I have been informed by the spirits of the location of the Boy-Who-Lived!" She cried, almost tripping as she came skidding to a halt in front of him, her many bracelets making a jingling sound with every movement He bit his lip to keep from laughing.

"Do tell, Sibyl, what did the spirits say this time?" He asked interestedly. She didn't notice the mocking in his voice.

"I have been informed, Headmaster, that your Golden Boy is in Middle Earth! He is in the company of Elves and Dwarves! And one of his companions will be king!" She cried, quite proud of herself at this revelation. Albus almost couldn't hold it in anymore, at the pure absurdity of this. "Thank you, Sibyl; I will surely look into it."

"But it's true, headmaster! And if you do not believe me, contact Gandalf the Grey! The White Wizard! They are fairly good friends, as I have been told. Go on, ask him!" She huffed, grabbing up her dress and striding away, giving off the look of a goose waddling on shore. As soon as she was out of earshot, Albus Dumbledore burst into laughter, clutching one hand over his sides and the other on a near-by suit of armor to keep his balance. In truth, the only reason he kept her around was because he needed a good laugh every now and then...

But then again... how did she know Gandalf was called the White Wizard? Only few who studied in-depth History of Magic knew this and the only thing Sibyl Trelawney had been studying recently were those nasty tea-leaves in her horribly tacky pink cups. He hurried off to his office and pulled out the small journal he used to communicate with his old friend Gandalf.

The aged wizard let out a gasp and hurried to his fireplace, were he proceeded to fire-call one Remus Lupin.

"You wished to speak with me, headmaster?" He asked, his head appearing it the fire.

"I believe I have located Harry and Sirius." He said calmly/

"What! Where!" He demanded.

"They, my old friend, are traveling the countryside in late Middle Earth."