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The Plan


The street was silent as the day was dawning. The only sounds coming from it was an occasional dog barking. There was a pop from the north end of the street. A man came from out of the woods holding a lighter-like object. He turned toward the closest street light and clicked the put-outer, as he did the light disappeared into it. When all of the lights were out and the street had gone totally dark, he walked over to an empty lot between numbers eleven and thirteen, a lot that the neighbors had begged the city to do something with.

He took a piece of parchment from his pocket and read:

The Marauders Mansion is located at number 12, Grimmauld Place, London

As he finished reading it he took his wand out and set fire to it. He then closed his eyes and thought about what was written on the paper.

When he opened his eyes, he saw a door and as he concentrated harder he saw the rest of the house beginning to form.

He walked up the stone steps to a great door and took the lion shaped knocker and tapped the door three times with it.

A red headed woman holding a baby opened the door, "Ron!"

"Hi Ginny."

"Come in," she said as she stepping back.

"Thanks," he said as he stepped inside and closed the door the turned to his sister and gave her a hug, "We've missed you."

"We have to. Where are Hermione and Emma?" she asked.

"They've both been a bit sick, so they stayed home tonight. And how's the cutest godson in the world?" Ron asked as he took James from Ginny.

James gurgled happily as his godfather took him.

"Well tell her I hope they feel better, but WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?" she demanded as he handed James back to her.

"Don't worry," he said, "Dumbledore arranged for Snape to shoot the dark mark in town. So after a few Aurors couldn't find anything, the rest of us were sent in to search within a thirty-mile radius and he set it up so I would have to search here."

"But why are you here?" she asked worriedly.

"Dumbledore wants to see Harry. Where is he anyway?"

"I'm right here," came a voice from the stairs.

"Harry," cried Ron as he ran over and gave him a brotherly hug.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked him.

"Dumbledore wants to see you," he explained, "he'll tell you when we get there."

"When we get there? What are you talking about?" Harry asked.

Just then a feather popped in front of them along with a piece of parchment and an ink pen. Ron reached out and grabbed the pen and quickly read the paper.

"That's Dumbledore's signal. It's time," he said.

"But what..." Harry started to ask until Ron interrupted him.

"No questions, not here. Just grab the pen. Bye Ginny," he said turning to his sister, "we'll be back shortly. 3,2,1..."

A tug from under their stomachs transported them to the Hogwarts grounds in front of a large phoenix statue.

"Ron, what's going on?" Harry demanded.

"Look, but I'm not supposed to tell you anything. But he's coming Harry. You-Know-Who's after you," Ron told Harry guiltily.

"But when is he not after me? It's not anything new."

"No Harry. He's too determined this time. The wards on your house won't keep him out much longer, even with a secret keeper."

"So that's what Dumbledore wants? To warn me?" Harry asked.

"No Harry. He has a plan," Ron said.

"Well what is it?"

"I can't tell you out here it's too risky."

"Ok then. Let's go in." Harry said.

The two men stood in front of the statue that led to Professor Dumbledore's office.

"Bertie Botts." Ron told the password as the statue moved upward revealing a staircase, "after you."

Harry and Ron climbed the staircase to be greeted by the aging headmaster.

"Harry, Ron," he said extending his hand to them.

"Headmaster," they replied as they each shook his hand.

"It's been a long time Harry. How are Ginny and James?" Dumbledore asked.

"They're doing well. Ginny worried these days," he replied/

"Well that's to be expected. And Ron are Hermione and Emma doing better?"

"Emma is still a bit sick or Hermione would be here," Ron told him.

"Well Harry, I expect you know why you are here," Dumbledore asked him as he sat down behind his large overloaded desk.

"Only a bit sir."

"Rest assured Harry. I have a plan in progress, but it must come with sacrifices," Dumbledore said as he looked Harry in the eyes, "but I do believe it is the only way."

"What's the plan?" Harry asked.

"First of all you'll need a secret keeper for the three of you."

"Ginny and I have discussed it with Ron and we've decided to use him," Harry told Dumbledore.

"Are you sure Ron?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes sir," he replied confidently.

"All right then, I'll accompany you both back to you house Harry and perform the spell," he told them as they both nodded, "now Ron if you could step outside and guard the entrance to make sure we are not interrupted, I'll tell Harry the second part of the plan."

Ron nodded and as he waked to the door he heard Dumbledore telling Harry, "You won't need to worry Harry. Ron, Hermione and the rest of your family know this already so it's time you knew as well."

~*~

-Two Weeks Later-

Minerva McGonagall rushed to the headmasters office. "Is it true Albus? Are the rumors true?"

"Yes Minerva, I'm afraid they are. History had almost repeated itself."

"You mean Harry, Ginny and James are," she paused for a moment the continued, "dead?"