At the same time that Harry was stepping into The Veil, Dumbledore had finally disarmed Voldemort. The Dark wizard fleeing instantly with Bellatrix.
Albus looked around, looking for Harry. He was worried about the boy, overturning Tom's intent of possesion hadn't been an easy feat. And he had seen his face beofre that, speaking of great pain. Albus might not know what had happened before he had appeared, but it had been something bad he knew. He had been through his share of death and had survived two wars, he knew that not everyone survived them.
Fawkes had left as soon as he had left him in the atrium, which meant that someone was severy injured. And taking into acount Harry's expresion, it was probably one of his little group of friends. Albus just hoped that they had been on time, and everyone would just learn a great lesson of that evening.
Albus couldn't see Harry in the atrium, maybe the boy was hidding as he had told him, or maybe he had decided to go down to see how his friends were. He casted a spell to locate Harry, and followed the light that marked the path to the elevators. Albus for a moment looked hopeful, before scouling his thoughts. That it was pointing down didn't meant that Harry was alright, maybe a Death Eater had attacked and injured him, and he couldn't forget the other five. He was their Headmaster, as such he was responsable of thei well being.
He reached the Deaprtment of Misteries, the entry room spined arround, but the charm marked the path that Harry had taken, including which door he had taken.
What he saw when he opened the door was the result of a furious battle. Destroyed tanks covered the room, spilled liquid in the ground. Some brain like creatures with tentacles were laying on the floor. And there was the clearly distingished sound of someone crying. And then he saw it. Something that Albus was hopping to never see again, even if that was just wishfull thinking and especially when you know that a war is coming. A cloak covering a body.
He continued to look around the room, Kingsley and Remus were there, with a crying Ginnevra Weasley and an unconcious but breathing Luna Lovegood. Remus might have heard him enter, with his better hearing, and looked up. He silently standed up, leaving Kingsley with the distreased girl, and walked to him.
He man told him what had happened, a tale that he would have prefer to never had heard. They had arrived at the Chambert of Death, were Harry and Neville Longbotton were surrounded by Death Eaters, Sirius had been battling Bellatrix, who had defeated Tonks, and had falled into The Veil. Harry had then run after Bellatrix and Remus didn't know anything else about him. On the other hand, Neville had remained and after they had incapacitated and porkeyed the Death Eaters to the Headquartes, had guide them to his fallen friends. He had led them to Luna, Ginny and Ron, and then had took Moody to were Hermione was. Remus was able to heal Ms. Lovegood head injury and Ms. Weasley while Kingsley worked on Mr Weasley, but the other man had been unable to heal Ron from the damage done to him by the brains.
Albus was sad by the lost of the boy, he was a good and loyal friend of Harry, that he was sure would have become a great wizard one day. But he needed to find Harry, the boy was imperative to defeat Tom, the profecy was clear in that front. So he continued, thinking about how he would tell Molly and Arthur the news himself later.
The light path led him to another room, this one despicting the solar sistem, or at least he though that that was what the room did. There he found Alastor and a crying Neville Longbotton, it seemed as if the news had travelled fast. Alastor didn't move from his position in the floor next to the noy, just moving his eye in the direction ahead of him. It was his way of telling him to go ahead, so he avanced he would get Alastor report on the battle later.
Behind a big chunk of a planet laid on the ground a motionless Harmione Granger, Fawkes crying by her side. The girl had died too, that was why Mr Longbottomwas crying. It was a great lost, not only because she was shaping to be a bright witch, but because her friendship with Harry. He looked at Fawkes, his good friend had tried to heal the girl with her tears. Another victim of a war that hadn't fully even started yet, he would ask Remus to inform her parents, they were more used to the muggle world than him. Fawkes trinned a sad note, the saddest sound that a phoenix could made, it was the same that he had heard when Lily and James had died.
He continued ahead, following the light. Hoping that Harry was with Sirius ahead, the man was probably the better suited person to confort the distressed boy. The door ahead lead to a dark room, The Chambert of Death. He went down the stair, like Harry had done before him, worry growing each passing second, each step he descended.
He looked around the room for Harry, for Sirius and young Nymphadora, they were the only people of the groups that had come to the Ministry that he hadn't seen yet. This spell indicated that Harry had stop in front of the Arch, then he had walk to the other side of the room and then stood in front of the Arch again. After that the spell didn't move, and soon it dissapeared. He walked arround the room, and found Nymphadora Tonks dead. Albus shivered, he wasn't looking forward telling Andromeda that her daughter was death.
He cast the spell again, but it didn't work. Harry was nowhere were the spell could locate him. He tried to locate Sirius too, but it failed again. Full of worry he appeared directly in his office at Jogwarts, where he had instruments that registered the well-being of the members of the Order and the students of Harry's group. When he opened the hidden place where he kept the instuments he quickly located Harry and Sirius', and they weren't moving. In just one night, just a couple of hours he, and the whole wizard world, had lost five exceptionary witches and wizards. Harry's green instrument, made of electrum, was quiet, insted of producing its normal humming sound. Hermione's bronze instrument, had stopped its usual spinning. Ron's copper instrument laid unmoving, like the ones of his late uncles. Sirius and Nymphadora's silver instruments remained still, without the usual puffs of colorfull smoke emaning form them.
In that instant Albus couldn't do more than to close the cupboard that contained them, sit on the floor next to it and cry. He cried for the lives lost, he cried for their families and friends, and he cried for the future of the British wizard world. Fawkes appeared, he didn't know how long after him, and song a beautiful and sad song. The bird like him was mourning.