The no good very bad day of Albus Dumbledore Oct 31 1988
Flashback Oct 31 1988, Hogwarts, Great Britain.
Albus Dumbledore had been having a rather smashing day if he did say so himself, he had managed to;
get a few new laws through the Wizengamot that ensured his position as the Leader of the Light would remain unchallenged for years to come;
escape Minerva and her questions about the continued safety and her desire to check on the Potter boy;
escape Molly Weasley’s howler regarding why he hadn't been able to get her more galleons from the Potter Vaults;
and even managed to find a new source for his favourite lemon drops after the last had gone out of business.
All in all he was having a pretty damned fine day, if not for the fact that his Phoenix Fawkes had suddenly disappeared and refused to flash him back to his office forcing him to apparate or worse yet use the floo like the unwashed masses must.
Naturally, he decided instead to capitalise on the opportunity to use a broom he had been gifted the last time the school upgraded their training brooms. It was getting a little old and many of the charms were failing, but he couldn't ignore the way it had been custom built for him, nor the way it allowed him to make anyone looking for him wait.
Eventually however all good things must come to an end and it was this that lead him to arriving back in his office through a discrete balcony he had installed years prior to aid in dodging persistent DMLE Directors. As he climbed from the slightly sputtering broom, he couldn't help but muse that he really shouldn't have allowed Amelia to gain as much power as he had, but that was easily enough solved once Susan entered Hogwarts.
Stepping through into his office however his musing was cut short by the destruction wrought through his office, he hadn't seen the room in this much disarray since the last time he had lost at wizzarding chess to Hagrid, and he certainly hadn't invited the half giant in today.
Looking around the room for the source of destruction, he quickly notices that the stand he had used to bind Fawkes as his Familiar was gone, a melted hunk of slag covered in the ashes he knew to be Phoenix guano. But as much as this infuriates him that the overgrown spicy turkey had dared to break his bonds, the thing that sets his heart racing is the secret section of his office that appeared to be broken open and actively smoking. The same room he had used to house all his secret projects, and all the items he had acquired 'stewardship' over throughout his years from Families who had ‘disappeared’, not to mention the devices he used to track and monitor Harry Potter.
Hurrying into the room his control snaps and he lets out a burst of furied magical rage as he sees the entire room empty, except for the shelves used to hold the Potter boys monitoring and tracking devices where steaming hunks of magical slag now burnt and bubbled on the wood letting out a curling cloud of acrid and toxic black smoke. His magic doesn't help the matter and in short order what little of his office had previously been undisturbed was now wrecked beyond repair, with the portraits themselves running to take cover in their copies elsewhere.
Not caring that he was in Hogwarts and that surely others would be coming to investigate the disturbances, nor how pedestrian it made him feel Dumbledore quickly turns on a heel and disappears from the room in a crackling boom of uncontrolled energy.
Dumbledore arrives in Little Whinging moments later in what sounds and appears like a lightning strike setting off every magical sensor in the suburb and shattering the temporary wards set up to keep Muggle eyes away.
Unfortunately for Dumbledore had he floo'd back to Hogwarts or apparated he might have known the destruction and crater that awaited him instead the man appeared at what he thought was ground level and proceeded to fall into the crater left where Privet Drive once stood.
Eventually, he managed to slow his fall through magic and shear luck, but it was not enough to prevent the broken bones from making their presence known as he groaned in pain and threw himself back into apparition, this time heading for the medical ward
Arriving in Poppy’s medical ward in even worse shape than he had left Privet drive due to half impacting the Hogwarts wards he lets out a groan as he skids across the ground.
Despite this pain however and despite Poppy’s frantic questioning on if he is ok and what happened to him he can’t bring himself to focus on anything else, because for now what is important to him is that the Potter boy has escaped his cage and Albus needs to go get him.
Unfortunately for Albus however this focus means he ignores Poppy’s questions and despite the numerous confundus charms she has been hit with over the years she is nothing if not efficient and doesn’t hesitate to stun her patient to ensure he can’t escape before he has time to heal