He looked over the Headmistress's shoulder at the portrait of the former Headmaster.
She noticed his gaze. "He hasn't woken yet...the other portraits tell me that it might take weeks."
Harry let out a sigh and sat down. There were so many questions, so many needs, and so little hopeā¦.
McGonagall interrupted his thoughts. "That said, he's apparently still found a way to reach out to us."
She picked up a piece of parchment and passed it across the desk. Harry immediately recognized the neat handwriting of his former mentor.
Dear Harry,
Please forgive the brevity of this message. There is someone you should meet prior to your return to the Dursleys. The sword will come in handy. More to say once I get used to this portraiture.
Regards,
Albus Dumbledore
Former Headmaster, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
"When I returned from the memorial service I found that note stuck on the portrait frame," the Headmistress said.
Harry frowned. "Do you think it could be a trap?"
"That was my initial thought," McGonagall replied, "but even with Dumbledore gone I can not imagine how Voldemort could arrange to have a note written in Albus' hand placed within this office."
Harry thought about that for a second. "Can't imagine Voldemort asking me to bring the Sword of Gryffindor to our next get together either."