Albus Dumbledore was currently overseeing a Wizengamot meeting to discuss the latest bill put forth. Its function was essentially to tax Muggle-born wizards whenever they used magic, which meant they'd almost be completely unable to work a magical job without incurring massive losses to the magical government.
Obviously, everyone smart enough to rub two neurons together would immediately understand the implications that this would have on the magical world's economy. In that, it'd literally cause most businesses to stall and scramble to hire anyone who wasn't a Muggle-born, something that would be terribly difficult due to what percentage of the population they made up.
Albus understood that Nott was only grandstanding to those who still supported Voldermorts philosophy of pureblood bigotry, not expecting the bill to pass in the least. He gets to his feet and was about to begin asking Nott about certain stipulations in the bill when a device in his pocket starts going crazy.
His eyes widen in shock, but he manages to keep his face neutral, despite the panic that was ripping through him. The device was linked with Harry Potter's life, if it was reacting this way then it must mean that the boy is either in perilous danger or already dead.
Unfortunately, he is simply unable to leave at this moment... As Chief Warlock he was tasked with overseeing this meeting until the end. Even if he could leave, people would undoubtedly note his 'reluctance' to reject the abysmal bill put forwards. It would be a black mark on his carefully crafted record, one that he simply couldn't allow.
No... He'd have to finish this and then head to see what has happened to Harry Potter, he was sure the prophecy wouldn't allow him to die unless it was under Voldemorts hand, so it was likely just his relatives being more 'hands-on' than usual.
He coughs into his hand to take everyone's attention away from his momentary silence and begins to question Nott.
A few hours later, Albus quickly shuffled from the Wizengamot chamber and towards a fireplace to Floo back to Hogwarts. Once in his office, he calls for Fawkes and flames to 4 Privet Drive... And immediately frowning at the huge crowd that'd gathered...
The house before him was entirely on fire, and the blood wards that he'd previously set up to protect Harry were all gone, as if torn apart by someone. Which should have been impossible due to how powerful they were...
The firefighters fought to put out the fire, but the flames seemed resistant to their attempts. Albus utilised his mage-sight and realised that the flames had some form of magic reinforcing them, which only confused him further... He hadn't heard of such a thing, outside of FiendFyre, which would have burned this entire street to the ground if it'd been cast.
He walks towards the fire while still under a disillusionment charm and begins tearing at the magic reinforcing the fire, and eventually with the combined efforts of him and the firefighters, the flames are eventually quenched.
He doesn't wait for them to check the foundations of the property as he enters inside though, glancing around at the scorched remnants. Unfortunately, the flames all but destroyed any other trace of magic, making it impossible to tell if any other magic was used here. Which Albus highly suspected.
Albus couldn't even find any corpses, none belonging to the Dursley's or Harry... So he was hoping that they were on holiday somewhere, instead of being burned alive in their sleep. He didn't really care much about Muggles if he were honest, his priorities were maintaining the secrecy and safety of the magical world... That's all that mattered.
He sighs upon finding no leads for where the Dursley's or Harry is, flaming away with Fawkes to begin investigating in other places, including the government, Harry's school, and anywhere else that might know where they are.
Hopefully, he wouldn't need to be forced to kill another Muggle to protect Harry again...
Hours earlier :
Harry slowly awakens, his back wet from lying in the blood and lead paint mixture composing the ritual circle... Grumbling, he gets to his feet and looks around the front room, immediately noticing the absence of his relatives... Though, in their place were large piles of ashes.
He smirks, "Finally got what was coming to you, bastards." he mutters before grimacing as a headache makes itself known.
Wiping off the rest of the black ooze that had dripped from his scar, he notices a strange feeling in and around his body. It felt... Good? No, good wasn't the way to describe it... Like a burden had lifted from his shoulders, both metaphorically and literally.
He rolls his shoulders and stretches his body, feeling like a new man. Like he could do anything he could set his mind to... "Hmm." he hums, looking over a glass on a nearby table. He holds his hand out and wills it to levitate, gaping slightly as the glass miraculously begins doing just that. His concentration falters at his surprise however, allowing it to smash against the floor.
Harry look down at his hands, "I did it..." glancing over at where his relative's ashes were, "I did it!" he cheers. Whatever had occurred in the ritual had worked, killing his relatives and selling their souls for power... Though, he was still uncertain as to what had happened when he tried to sell his own...
He suspected that the vision of the white glowing orb was a representation of his soul, but didn't know what the black tumour would be in that case... Regardless, he didn't feel like he'd lost his soul, so it couldn't be anything bad, could it? Not to mention his increased magical strength...
Shaking his head, he decides to test his ability further somewhere that wouldn't implicate him with murder. He quickly walks over to the kitchen and turns on the gas over, not lighting the fire to allow the gas to slowly build up.
He did his best to block all circulation of air before stealing some of Dudley's 'better' castoffs which he shoved into a backpack. Afterwards, he stole all the money he found around the house, gathering around one thousand pounds worth, more than Hary had ever seen or collectively used in his lifetime...