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Prologue

Boy-Who-Lived Still Missing

By Rita Skeeter

Another lead on the location of the Boy-Who-Lived has proven to be false. Since his disappearance from the Wizarding World 19 months ago, Harry Potter has proven to be extremely elusive. As August approaches, the question on everyone's mind is 'will Harry Potter ever return to Hogwarts?' The search for our missing hero has been depressingly futile. Locating him through magical means does not seem to work often, but when it does, the lead disappears too quickly to find him. However, if Harry Potter is truly abroad, he does not seem to be in Europe. Perhaps the Ministry of Magic should expand their search to the Americas and perhaps even Asia or Australia.

As she finished the article, she sighed. She had been hoping they would find him. While Harry was gone, she and Ron had reflected and they agreed that they had been in the wrong. They should have trusted their friend. She sighed again as she folded the newspaper before tossing it on her bed. She grabbed her bag and went outside to the car where her parents were waiting so they could go to the airport. As she clambered into the car, she thought back to everything that had happened and prayed that he was at least okay.

He sighed miserably. They hadn't found him. He had made a mistake and he knew it. He silently berated himself for the hundredth time. What kind of friend was he? As he remembered all the times Harry had stuck with him, tears started to roll down his cheeks and he hid his face in his hands. He felt hands on his shoulders and he knew one of his parents or brothers were there. The popular opinion in the Ministry was that Harry was dead. If his friend was dead, it was his fault. It was all his fault.

Abuse. The word echoed through his head as he sat in his office. Next to him, Fawkes stared at him. He didn't even have the desire for lemon drops. Abuse. "How did I not see it?" He whispered. Fawkes gave a sad note of reply. He could remember that night clearly. Why hadn't he listened to Minerva? Why hadn't he noticed later on? He closed his eyes and leaned back. Silently, he prayed for an answer as to what to do next.

The man sat morosely, staring at the fire. He knew Moony was worried about him but he couldn't help it. His godson was missing. "Lily and James must hate me." He said hoarsely.

"It wasn't your fault." Remus paused slightly. "If either of us is at fault, it would be me."

"If I hadn't gone after Peter-"

"If I had ensured you got a trial, if I had even gone to check on Harry at least once, if I had at least written to him…" He trailed off.

They sat in silence for a while. 'Please come back, Harry. Please.'

As he watched Sirius, he couldn't help but curse his mistakes and hope for the best. 'Where are you, Harry?'

About 3,000 miles away, Harry Potter was having a pillow fight with his new teammates.