"What? Yeah, right! Come out; come out, where ever you are, Ashton Kutcher!"Harry chuckled.
"This is no joke, Harry."Kingsley said seriously. Harry sobered up considerably."We don't have much time, so listen carefully. Dumbledore has been trained in some very powerful magic. Magic that even You Know Who, sorry, Voldemort, couldn't control. It's called Chaos Magic."
"What's chaos mag-"
"Dumbledore's coming!"Whispered one of the aurors."Hurry up!"
"Gotcha." Said Kingsley. Then he put his hands on Harry's head. Harry was about to ask what Kingsley was doing, but, seeing the level of concentration on Kingsley's face, he decided against it. Suddenly, there was an immense pain in his head. Not the scar, as usual, but somewhere in his brain. Then, as suddenly as it had appeared, it left. Kingsley let go of his head, and immediately fell, dead before he hit the ground.
"What the bloody hell just happened!" Harry yelled, trying to check the head auror's pulse, tears about to come out of his eyes.
An auror that he didn't recognize pulled him up from the cold body and said, "I'm sorry, but you have to go now! And take the Elder Wand with you!" as he pushed Harry towards the window. He threw something that Harry recognized as his Firebolt. Reluctanty, Harry took the broom, the wand and flew out the window.