A/N: Sorry I haven't been able to come, but here you go :)

"Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times… if only one remembers to turn on the light."

Translations? Latin: "Temporum felicitas…si inveniatur unum solum in memoria tenet lucis veritur."

Spanish: "La fecidad se puede encontrar incluso en los tiempos mas oscuros… si uno recuerda que encender la luz."

French: "Le bonhuer peut etre trouve meme dans les plus sombres de fois… si seulement on se souvient a allumer la lumiere."

Enough? Good… I'm getting tired of this.

But Harry had been thinking of this phrase ever since he heard of Dumbledore's false death. He kept going back in his memories to the welcome feast in his third year… kept remembering Dumbledore's message, and it brought him courage. He knew Dumbledore would come… he didn't know when or how, but he knew that Dumbledore would, because Dumbledore of all people wouldn't leave him to die. Because if he didn't hold on to that one scrap of hope, he WOULD die… not just physically, but emotionally.

The Order didn't think that anything could possibly be worse than the situation they were in.

They had put all of their missions on hold to find Harry. Because of this, they were not working on resisting, and Voldemort was getting stronger and stronger by the day.

It had been a month since Harry had gone missing, and they didn't know where to turn. They had searched relentlessly for all this time with no luck. For all they knew, Harry could've been dead.

Remus was taking the blow very hard. Harry was the only connection to James that he had left. But he managed to find the courage to keep going, to keep searching.

They were currently holding a meeting at the Burrow. They all stood gathered around the kitchen table, discussing where they should look next and more ideas of how to track Harry. They had no clue that during this very meeting, a breathtaking discovery would break through.

"We have already checked the Trace," Kingsley said. "The Ministry has made it inaccessible. We can't break into the system… we've tried everything we're capable of."

"Well, there has to be another way," Mr. Weasley said, although he didn't sound so convinced himself.

"Sure," Tonks said quietly. "But let's hurry… I miss saying 'Wotcher, Harry'…"

"Yes, well, we all miss Harry! Don't you think we're trying as hard as we ca-"

Remus came to an abrupt stop as they all felt the wards around the Burrow shudder slightly. They all whipped their wands out and waited for whoever had broken through to enter.

They were all caught by surprise as something burst through the window. It was a silvery figure… They all gasped as they realized what it was… a patronus. And not just any patronus, but a phoenix. The Order members stared with wide eyes as it circled the table as though calculating each of them before settling in the middle. A voice rang through the room, a voice they had all thought theywould never hear again.

"I will be arriving at the Burrow shortly. Be prepared."

Then, the patronus flickered and died.

They sat in silence. Shock and confusion coursed through everyone. Moody broke the silence.

"This is obviously some sort of trap," he growled. "It's not possible. We SHOULD prepare- prepare for the Death Eater that is bound to show up at the door any minute now."

"It can't be him," Kingsley agreed. "We all know what happened."

"But what if it is?" Remus murmured.

"But how? He was hot straight in the chest," Mr. Weasley reasoned.

They had no time to discuss it further, for at that moment there was a knock at the door.

The members of the Order all rushed to take positions in areas where they could cast spells but not be hit. Moody's magical eye swiveled towards the door.

"It's him," he whispered. "But he could be under polyjuice… Everyone, wands out." The room was silent except for the sounds of Moody's wooden legs hitting the floor as he walked, his wand pointed out in front of him. Clunk. Clunk. Clunk. Finally he reached the door. "Who's there?" he growled.

"Albus Dumbledore," came a cheerful voice. Everyone tensed with disbelief and nerves.

"If you are REALLY Albus Dumbledore, then you can answer this question. What is your description of death? And what about love?"

"Death is the next great adventure we face… Love is the most powerful thing in the world. I can elaborate if you wish, but I'm afraid that I might go on for hours…"

But Moody had already cautiously opened the door, and now stood with his wand in the face of a beaming Albus Dumbledore.

"Good evening, everyone," Dumbledore said. "May I invite myself in, Arthur?"

But Mr. Weasley was standing with his mouth open slightly in shock, and was too stunned to speak. So Dumbledore just walked right past Moody and into the kitchen.

"Well, I'm afraid it's been quite a while," Dumbledore stated, as casually as though he had simply gone traveling, and not assumed dead. He stood watching them all in amusement as they all struggled to compose themselves. "But perhaps I have some explaining to do. Might I do so over a cup of tea?" With a flick of his wand, a kettle appeared, and as he made the tea with more wand movements, they all just watched. He hummed a tune that sounded awfully like The Weird Sisters' newest song. After a couple minutes, cups of tea were floating into all of the Order members' hands.

"Albus," Remus eventually managed to choke out. "H-how? I mean… what…"

"Let me explain," Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his bright blue eyes.

A/N: Please read and review... the next update will be up momentarily! I already typed it, so expect it in within five minutes!

-Breeze