Albus Dumbledore Stormed into his office, How could Harry know the Prophesy, How did he know that I knew all along he would be a slave in his own home beaten a tortured mercilessly. All his Plans lay in ruins. For once in his life there was no plan B. He was completely side lined. Harry also seemed to powerful, he tried Passive legilimencey and hit a brick wall. How could an eleven year old boy have such shields with out training.
The questions were to many, and overly perplexing. The Charms he'd placed in his and the girls quarters didn't work. "I'm ALBUS DUMBLEDORE" He roared to no one. "He should respect and honor that I'm willing to help him!" Books, trinkets, all manor of things were flying about his office as things were broken beyond repair. The magic in the room was palpable. The former Headmasters exited their portraits as some of them caught fire.
Albus had magically exhausted him self and fell to the floor of his office in a heap. He passed to the Realm of the dead quietly. Standing before him were James and Lilly Potter.
The hexing for what he had done to their son was immediate and relentless.
Harry and Hermione, were relaxing in there common room, Getting planning down solid. Madame Pomfrey Made an appointment for them the next morning. She was busy with Quiditch injuries from the Slytherin Practice earlier that day. Harry pulled out his homework file and got the assignments ready for the next day's classes. He was thinking how Ron would love to have these.
The next morning the newly weds headed for the hospital wing, where Madame Pomfrey awaited them.
"Good Morning." The matron said in a business like tone. "Lets get this done with, Albus insisted there must be a mistake and insisted there be a full check up on you both."
Harry looked at her questioningly. "Could we see all the results of your scans?"
Madame Pomfrey then Asked. "Why would you want to see all the results?"
Harry then Told her. "Professor Dumbledore Likes keeping information to himself, I want all the information to us before him."
Once the Matron had finished her scans, she looked at the reports. "This is odd; your scar registers an old dark curse. I've examined you before it was never there."
"When was the first time you examined me?" Harry asked quickly.
"Right after the attack on your parents, yet here it is, something resides in it."
Professor McGonagall was on the way to the headmaster's office, what she found there was a horrific scene. The office looked as if it had been totally ransacked and lying in a heap in the middle of it all lay Albus Dumbledore, cold and unmoving. She immediately put her head in the fire after throwing in flew powder. "Hospital Madame Pomfrey's office.
The matron ran to the fireplace. "Minerva what's wrong?"
Minerva Got herself together. "Its Albus, I need you in his office now." And pulled her head from the fire.
Madame Pomfrey Quickly leapt into the fire place calling headmasters office with Harry and Hermione close behind.
When they saw the devastation they were dismayed, no one had been to the office all night. Madame Pomfrey's scans showed he died of magical exhaustion, and advanced age.
Minerva put her head again in the fire calling the DMLE Amelia bones office.
"Amelia" Minerva said with tears in her eyes. "I need you to come to Hogwarts immediately!"
Amelia Bones looked at the fireplace. "Minerva what's happened?" She said as she hurried to the fireplace.
Minerva's voice wavered. "Albus is dead, his office looks like it has been through a hurricane."
Amelia Stood up and put on her Auror mask, as all upset police do. "I'll be there as quickly as I can. Move every one out of the office and let no one enter until I arrive."
Fifteen minutes later, they were all standing by the gargoyle that guarded the entrance to the headmaster's office. Amelia was walking down the corridor at a brisk pace with Kingsley Shacklebolt close on her heals, neither had a happy look in their eyes.
"Who was the last person to see Albus Alive?" Was Amelia's first question.
Harry stepped forward. "We had a discussion last night, the words were a bit heated, I saw him in the entry way and he stormed off towards his office."
Amelia looked at Harry. "Your wand Mr. Potter." It was not a question but a command.
Harry Handed Amelia his wand and waited. She performed the Priorey Incantatum, And no offensive or Defensive spells had been used. She then handed back his wand. "I'm Sorry Potter, but we must be thorough." She looked around the group. "Can anyone tell me has anything at all been moved since you found him?"
Professor McGonagall Stood Forward. "I only Lifted his Beard to check his condition before I called Madame Pomfrey. She ran her scans then I called you. These two were in the Hospital wing and followed Madame Pomfrey Through. Then we left the room as instructed. Nothing was touched or moved. It is quite a mess in there." She said with a tear in her eye.
Madame Pomfrey then chimed in though her voice wavered with tears. "My Scans showed magical exhaustion combined with his age." She sniffled a bit. "He looks to have had a major bout of total accidental magic and blew out his core. A forensic Healer would know more."