Merry Christmas or whatever holiday you celebrate folks. Here is another chapter and thanks to those who like this story so far, you guys are awesome!

'The Boy who lived Gone?!' By Jim Booker

You heard it here first folks the "Boy-Who-Lived" Harry James Potter vanished a week ago. A witness has told me it seems that Mr. Potter might haverun away from his relatives home in Little Whinging, Surrey. To say I was shocked would be an understatement, but when I started talking to their neighbors around Privet Drive. They told me quite a few disturbing things about the Dursleys of number 4 Privet Drive, from yelling at all hours of the night to mumbling about their 'freak' or 'mentally unstable' nephew. Myself having a more than unpleasant encounter with them where they said "The boy better not return and that freaks such as myself aren't welcome around normal folk." I came to the conclusion that the "Boy-Who-Lived" ran away because of His relatives potentially abusing him back at his so-call 'home'. Now folks I just hope that Mr. Potter is safe wherever he may be.If I'm right then I hope the Dursleys will be investigated by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and brought to justice for their crimes against such an important member of our society… I also wonder why his magical guardian Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore left him with such people in the first place and if he knew of the young Mr. Potter's living conditions.

On the 20th of November an old man sighed as he finished his morning newspaper in his office.

"*Sigh* doesn't this man understand 'The end justifies the means'?" said the Old Man realized now he not only had to search for Harry, but now had to deal with the Dursleys being investigated and all while defending his actions, reputation, and positions. The Dursleys not getting sent to Azkaban and convincing the Wizarding world of their Innocence may be the least of his concerns.

Today isn't a happy day for one Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore, Order of Merlin (first class), Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. His plans to redeem Tom Marvolo Riddle aka "Lord Voldemort" being ruined by Harry's escape from the Dursleys and his tracking charms that he had placed on Harry not even working anymore. "This can't possibly get any worse" he muttered before waving his wand and vanishing the newspaper. Moments later his office door slammed open and he heard that his day had gone from bad to worse...

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore!" Yelled an angry Professor Minerva McGonagall.

Dumbledore sighed knowing what Minerva was about to say, but managed a forced smile anyway.

"Minerva, why are you yelling, my dear?" he asked in a grandfatherly tone.

"You know why I'm here Albus." she said flatly looking at him with anger in her eyes while crossing her arms.

"Perhaps, the newspaper report on young Harry's disappearance from the Dursleys." He stated with faked disappointment, while inside he was just irritated that she even questioned he actions about this, but he knows if he doesn't act concerned she might quit.

"I told you… Albus, that those Muggles were the worse type of sort!" she said, but Dumbledore shook his head and counter back with, "I know what you told me Minerva, but we don't have any proof of such abuse. If that's what you think, remember the Daily Prophet has printed some 'tall tales' in the past, because if there was any mistreatment why didn't Mrs. Figg send anything to me about it?"

"Maybe, the fact that she's not the best at paying attention to things or people." She expressed remembering Mrs. Figg's love for her cats and that was always the only thing that got her attention.

"*sigh* Now Minerva I know that she's not the best but..." He tries to finish, but hands slam onto his desk.

"But nothing Albus, you knew as well as I that they weren't the best choice to the look after him in the first place, now thanks to those Muggles, her and you... Harry could be anywhere out there, hurt or scared for his life!" she finishes before walking to the exit, but she left she said, "I weary of you not caring for him Albus."

She left and Dumbledore sighed placing his head into the palm of his hands.

'Why can't anybody understand that what I do is more important for the Wizarding world than the life of one boy.' he thought coldly before looking back at his tracking charms an again to see nothing.

He sighed once more getting up and walking out of his office.

Meanwhile, on one of the shelfs sat the Sorting Hat who Laughed knowing that the old man will never be able to find the little boy.

'This will be very entertaining.' thought the Hat gleefully knowing exactly where the boy truly is. Now he awaits for the day when the boy will arrival at Hogwarts.

Sorry for this being short but I hope you enjoy this chapter anyhow. Again leave feedback in the Comments of how I should improve. Also, I wish you all a very Merry Christmas!