A/N: The credit of the Harry Potter plot and characters belongs solely to J.K. Rowling, with the only thing I own being my own characters and storyline.

I want to extend a huge thank you to everyone who has read this far, and I hope you will continue to read my — or rather, Genevieve's — story.

Just to confirm, this will be the final book in the series, complete with an epilogue and some trivia.

I hope you enjoy.

•~0~•

"Absolutely not. No way in hell."

"Genevieve," Lupin warned her fairly. "You will be putting yourself in significant danger if you insist to do this."

"I insist," Genevieve said automatically. "I'm not letting you lot risk your lives while I wait at the Burrow. I'm of age, and I refuse to be sidelined."

"The plan will work without you," Mr. Weasley pointed out. "We already have seven Potters and seven protectors."

Genevieve glared at them all. Her father had convinced the other Order members to try to talk her out of doing this.

"Then I'll be an extra protector," she said fiercely. She turned to Moody. "They'll be looking for Harry. I could easily use a Disillusionment Charm, be a backup in case it's necessary."

Moody's face, unreadable to the untrained eye, betrayed a flicker of pride.

Her father cut in. "And what if Bellatrix is there? If she sees you — "

"If she wants to murder me for my existence so badly, she ought to feel the same — or more — about Tonks!" Genevieve shot back. "In her eyes, marrying a werewolf would be even worse — I'm sorry." Genevieve's eyes flickered to Lupin. "That was insensitive. I didn't mean — "

"No," said Lupin, much too quickly. "You're quite right." He looked down, and Genevieve saw his face fall into misery and shame.

"Well, I am an Auror," Tonks said quietly. "I can take care of myself."

"And I think I've more than proved that I can too," Genevieve said, looking imploringly at them. "You can't honestly think that you'd be better off without my help, could you?"

"Of course not," Bill said immediately.

"At least let me come as well," her father offered. "I could be another protector, and — "

"No," she said firmly. "I'm much more willing to risk my life than to risk yours."

"But — "

"No. I'm going, and nothing any of you could say would change my mind."

"Just like your mother," Moody spoke up suddenly. "Selfless and determined. A true hero."

"Thank you," said Genevieve, with a small smile.

Her father sighed. "I reckon I know when I've lost the battle."

The others stood up and filed out of the room, the meeting over. Mrs. Weasley bustled about, preparing dinner. The Order had switched to the Burrow as headquarters, as Dumbledore's death meant the Fidelius Charm had greatly weakened. Moody pulled Genevieve aside.

"I need you to promise me one thing, Genevieve," he growled lowly.

"All right," she said, "what is it?"

"I expect You-Know-Who will assume Harry is with the toughest, most skilled Aurors. He'll go after them first. That means he'll go after me first." He looked her dead in the eye, as if daring Genevieve to disagree. She didn't. "So," he went on, "If at any point it goes bad, and we're all in danger, but You-Know-Who's coming after me, you help the others."

"But what about — "

"You help the others," Moody said forcefully. "And you make sure that they don't put themselves in danger for my sake either. The objective is to get Harry to safety. You must keep him and the others safe, don't worry about me."

"There will be twelve other people to keep Harry safe, they could spare me to help you," Genevieve retorted.

"That's a mistake your mother made far too often," Moody replied impatiently. "I won't allow you to make it for her."

Genevieve could see there was no arguing this. "Fine," she relented. "But it's not going to come to that," she added. "The plan will work."

•~0~•

"Nice to see you again," George commented lightly as Genevieve lifted her Disillusionment Charm. They quickly did the same.

Fred whistled softly. "I was worried you'd take us all down, flying the way you were."

Genevieve made a face. "Flying isn't one of my strengths." She looked down at her Cleansweep, which she had only gotten for the many afternoons in which she had helped the twins and Charlie practice Quidditch. She'd been a horrible Chaser then, and her skill hadn't improved any since.

"You weren't that bad," George said fairly. "You can fly pretty well. Just don't expect to be joining any Quidditch teams."

Harry bolted toward them. Genevieve and the twins shouted greetings as Ron, Hermione, and Hagrid flocked around him.

"Ready fer the off?" she heard Hagrid say.

"Definitely," grinned Harry. "But I wasn't expecting this many of you!"

"Change of plan," Moody answered, gripping the two bags and scrutinizing his surroundings. "Let's get undercover before we talk you through it."

They followed Harry to the kitchen, talking merrily.

"Kingsley, I thought you were looking after the Muggle Prime Minister?" shouted Harry from the opposite end of the room.

"He can get along without me for one night," Kingsley responded in his deep, reassuring voice. "You're more important."

"Harry, guess what?" Tonks showed off her wedding ring, beaming.

"You got married?"

"I'm sorry you couldn't be there, Harry, it was very quiet. Right, Gen?"

Harry goggled at her. "You got to go?"

Genevieve shrugged. "Well, I am family." When that didn't seem enough of an answer, she added, "And I threatened to hex them both if they even tried to get married without me there."

Harry laughed. "Well, that's brilliant, congrat — "

Moody cut across them. "All right, all right, we'll have time for a cozy catch-up later!" Everyone ceased their individual conversations instantly. Moody addressed Harry. "As Dedalus probably told you, we had to abandon Plan A. Pius Thicknesse has gone over, which gives us a big problem. He's made it an imprisonable offense to connect this house to the Floo Network, place a Portkey here, or Apparate in or out. All done in the name of your protection, to prevent You-Know-Who getting in at you. Absolutely pointless, seeing as your mother's charm does that already. What he's really done is to stop you getting out of here safely.

"Second problem: you're underage, which means you've still got the Trace on you."

"I don't — " started Harry, confused.

"The Trace, the Trace! The charm that detects magical activity around under-seventeens, the way the Ministry finds out about underage magic! If you, or anyone around you, casts a spell to get you out of here, Thicknesse is going to know about it, and so will the Death Eaters.

"We can't wait for the Trace to break, because the moment you turn seventeen you'll lose all the protection your mother gave you. In short: Pius Thicknesse thinks he's got you cornered good and proper."

Harry seemed alarmed by this, and for good measure, Genevieve supposed. He didn't know the plan. "So what are we going to do?"

"We're going to use the only means of transport left to us," Moody explained, "the only ones the Trace can't detect, because we don't need to cast spells to use them: brooms, thestrals, and Hagrid's motorbike.

"Now, your mother's charm will only break under two conditions: when you come of age, or you no longer call this place home. You and your aunt and uncle are going your separate ways tonight, in the full understanding that you're never going to live together again, correct?"

Harry nodded.

"Good riddance, from what I've seen of them," Genevieve muttered under her breath to the twins, who nodded agreement.

Moody didn't hear them, or ignored them. "So this time, when you leave, there'll be no going back, and the charm will break the moment you get outside its range. We're choosing to break it early, because the alternative is waiting for You-Know-Who to come and seize you the moment you turn seventeen.

"The one thing we've got on our side is that You-Know-Who doesn't know we're moving you tonight. We've leaked a fake trail to the Ministry: they think you're not leaving until the thirtieth. However, this is You-Know-Who we're dealing with, so we can't just rely on him getting the date wrong; he's bound to have a couple of Death Eaters patrolling the skies in this general area, just in case. So, we've given a dozen different houses every protection we can throw at them. They all look like they could be the place we're going to hide you, they've all got some connection with the Order: my house, Kingsley's place, Molly's Auntie Muriel's — you get the idea."

"Yeah," Harry answered warily. Genevieve bit her lip, preparing for his next reaction. She knew he wasn't going to like the plan.

"You'll be going to Tonks's parents'. Once you're within the boundaries of the protective enchantments we've put on their house, you'll be able to use a Portkey to the Burrow. Any questions?"

"Er — yes. Maybe they won't know which of the twelve secure houses I'm headed for at first, but won't it be sort of obvious once" — he paused to count the number of people in the room — "fifteen of us fly off toward Tonks's parents'?"

"Ah," Moody answered, "I forgot to mention the key point. Fifteen of us won't be flying to Tonks's parents'. There will be seven Harry Potters moving through the skies tonight, each of them with a companion, each pair heading for a different safehouse, and Genevieve flying between them all, making sure everyone reaches their destination safely."

He took out the Polyjuice Potion. Harry's eyes widened.

"No!" he shouted instantly. "No way!"

Genevieve sighed.

"I told them you'd take it like this," Hermione said calmly. Genevieve nodded.

"If you think I'm going to let six people risk their lives — !" started Harry furiously.

"— because it's the first time for all of us," Ron said dismissively.

"Yeah," Genevieve agreed, "I might not be masquerading as you, but I distinctly recall being Petrified, attacked by dementors, and dueled a few more times than I originally asked for."

"This is different, pretending to be me — "

"Well, none of us really fancy it, Harry," Fred informed him. "Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specks scrawny gits forever."

"You can't do it if I don't cooperate, you need me to give you some hair."

Genevieve snorted. George worded it perfectly.

"Well, that's that plan scuppered. Obviously there's no chance at all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate."

"Yeah, fourteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic; we've got no chance," Fred completed.

"Funny," Harry said sarcastically, "really amusing."

"If it has to come to force, then it will," threatened Moody. "Everyone here's overage, Potter, and they're all prepared to take the risk."

Genevieve elbowed Mundungus sharply in the ribs; he had scowled, being personally less than prepared to take the risk.

"Let's have no more arguments," Moody continued impatiently. "Time's wearing on. I want a few of your hairs, boy, now."

"But this is mad," Harry protested, "there's no need — "

"No need!" scoffed Moody. "With You-Know-Who out there and half the Ministry on his side? Potter, if we're lucky he'll have swallowed the fake bait and he'll be planning to ambush you on the thirtieth, but he'd be mad not to have a Death Eater or two keeping an eye out, it's what I'd do. They might not be able to get at you or this house while your mother's charm holds, but it's about to break and they know the rough position of the place. Our only chance is to use decoys. Even You-Know-Who can't split himself into seven.

"So, Potter — some of your hair, if you please. Now!"

Grimacing, Harry, glaring at the lot of them, yanked out a small chunk.

"Good," Moody praised, holding out the flask. "Straight in here, if you please."

As he dropped in the hair, the potion bubbled up and instantly turned gold.

"Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry," Hermione noted before realizing what she'd said. "Oh, you know what I mean — Goyle's potion looked like bogies."

"Right then, fake Potters line up over here, please," Moody instructed.

Five people shuffled over to the sink.

"We're one short," Lupin pointed out.

"Here," Hagrid grabbed Mundungus and placed him none-too-gently beside Fleur, who shuddered and moved away.

"I've toldjer, I'd sooner be a protector," Mundungus whined.

"Shut it," Moody snarled. "As I've already told you, you spineless worm, any Death Eaters we run into will be aiming to capture Potter, not kill him. Dumbledore always said You-Know-Who would want to finish Potter in person. It'll be the protectors who have got the most to worry about, the Death Eaters'll want to kill them. Altogether, then . . ."

Moody passed out small cups of Polyjuice. Mundungus looked as though he might disagree, but drank the potion with the others anyway.

Immediately, and rather grotesquely, they began to transform into Harry. When the Potion had taken full effect, the twins looked at each other and exclaimed, "Wow — we're identical!"

"And just as annoying," Genevieve groaned, putting her head in her hands in mock exasperation.

"That's fair," George admitted.

"I dunno, though," Fred studied himself in a kettle, "I think I'm still better-looking."

"Bah," Fleur exclaimed, also peering at her reflection in the door of the microwave, "Bill, don't look at me — I'm 'ideous."

"Those whose clothes are a bit roomy, I've got smaller here," announced Moody, gesturing to his first sack, "and vice versa. Don't forget the glasses, there's six pairs in the side pocket. And when you're dressed, there's luggage in the other sack."

The fake Harrys immediately commenced rifling through the individual sacks, then, quite immodestly and rather insensitively for Harry's sake, undressing, in front of the others.

"Er — " Genevieve said uncertainly. "I'm not quite sure whether I ought to turn away."

"Please do," Harry replied in a small voice.

Though she no longer witnessed it herself, Genevieve heard several of the other Harrys commenting on his body, and could hazard a guess as to who was speaking.

"I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo," spoke one who was likely Ron.

"Harry, your eyesight really is awful," one who could only be Hermione informed him.

"It's safe," Lupin called to Genevieve.

She turned back around to see seven identical Harry Potters, each complete with a rucksack and a cage containing (mostly) stuffed snowy owls.

"Good," Moody surveyed the lot in front of him. "The pairs will be as follows: Mundungus will be traveling with me, by broom — "

"Why'm I with you?" a Harry grumbled.

"Because you're the one that needs watching," retorted Moody. "Arthur and Fred — "

"I'm George," claimed the Harry Moody had pointed to. "Can't you even tell us apart when we're Harry?"

"Sorry, George — "

"I'm only yanking your wand, I'm Fred really — "

"Enough messing around!" Moody growled, agitated. "The other one — George or Fred or whoever you are — you're with Remus. Miss Delacour — "

"I'm taking Fleur on a thestral," Bill told him. "She's not that fond of brooms."

Fleur joined him, giving Bill a look that made Genevieve want to claw her eyes out.

"Get a room," she groaned.

"Miss Granger with Kingsley," Moody went on, "again by thestral."

"Which leaves you and me, Ron!" Tonks said excitedly, accidentally knocking over a mug tree during a particularly enthusiastic wave.

"And like I said before, Genevieve will be on a broom, flying between the lot of us, under the Disillusionment Charm, in the event anything goes wrong."

"And hopefully, I'll be redundant," she said earnestly.

"An' you're with me, Harry. That all righ'?" Hagrid addressed him, somewhat nervously. "We'll be on the bike, brooms an' thestrals can't take me weight, see. Not a lot o' room on the seat with me on it, though, so you'll be in the sidecar."

"That's great," Harry said.

"We think the Death Eaters will expect you to be on a broom," Moody told him reassuringly. "Snape's had plenty of time to tell them everything about you he's never mentioned before, so if we do run into any Death Eaters, we're betting they'll choose one of the Potters Who look at home on a broomstick. All right then, I make it three minutes until we're supposed to leave. No point locking the back door, it won't keep the Death Eaters out when they come looking . . . Come on . . ."

While Harry gathered his things, Genevieve hurried into the far corner of the back garden, as far as she could from Harry, so that she wouldn't set off the Trace, and performed the Disillusionment Charm on herself. She rejoined the group, each mounting their rides.

"All right then," Moody was saying. "Everyone ready, please; I want us all to leave at exactly the same time or the whole point of the diversion's lost. Good luck, everyone. See you all in about an hour at the Burrow. On the count of three. One . . . two . . . THREE."

Genevieve and the others took off to the sky, rising higher and higher until —

They were trapped. Thirty Death Eaters, forming a large circle in which all the Order members had unknowingly flown into. They all cast their spells at the same time, shooting green light in every direction.

How could they have known? Genevieve thought fleetingly before she began silently flinging curses and spells back at them, taking out several, Disarming some, and, with a slight twinge of guilt, sending one falling unconscious back to the ground, where they could only have died, given the vast height they were at.

Her first instinct was to go after Moody, as, just as he had predicted, Voldemort was trailing him, apparently with the full and terrifying ability to fly. But, almost as though he could sense her presence, without looking back at Genevieve, without making any indication that he was aware she was there at all, he shook his head, almost imperceptibly, but with a clear message. Help the others.

Genevieve shook her head. Snap out of it, she told herself. Mad-Eye's tough, he can handle it. Look, there's Bill and Fleur. And she cursed multiple Death Eaters before they could do the same to the soon-to-be-married couple.

She Stunned a Death Eater chasing Fred and Mr. Weasley, narrowly saving them. And she'd sent another flying back to earth after they'd tried attacking Ron and Tonks. Bellatrix had received the Impediment Jinx. Hermione had given a wry smile after noticing that a jinx which, in all senses, ought to have hit Kingsley had been mysteriously blocked.

And then she saw it. In a heart-stopping, terror-creating flash of white light, George's ear was severed. He collapsed against Lupin, blood gushing freely.

"No!" she cried, causing many Death Eaters to turn to the air beside them, shocked, and fling Killing Curses in her direction. She dodged them all, and took off after Lupin and George.

Lupin was struggling to keep a now unconscious George on the broom. Carelessly, Genevieve I did the Disillusionment Charm, so that he knew she was there, and swooped around them protectively, ready to catch George if he fell, and warding off Death Eaters.

She only hoped they would all make it.