Summary: Harry learns that being normal is overrated.
Warning: Slash, Mpreg,
Pairing: HP/LV, HP/SS
Disclaimer: Not mine. Harry Potter is not mine I just own the plot.
Chapter 2
It took four days but they finally cracked and remembered that yes he was a real boy. His aunt was being extra bitchy and just said that they were leaving for something or another he wasn't paying attention.
Harry had no particular feeling about the Dursleys leaving. It made no difference to him whether they were in the house or not. He could not even summon the energy to get up and turn on his bedroom light. It was his summer vacation he was allowed to be lazy if he liked. If it weren't for the fact that this body was still a child he would have killed them all and left by now.
The empty house was rather creepy with it's creaking and groaning. Then, he heard a crash in the kitchen below. He sat bolt upright, listening intently. There was silence for a few seconds, then voices.
Burglars, he thought, sliding off the bed on to his feet, but a split second later it occurred to him that burglars would keep their voices down, and whoever was moving around in the kitchen was certainly not troubling to do so.
He snatched up his wand from the bedside table and stood facing his bedroom door, listening with all his might. Next moment, he jumped as the lock gave a loud click and his door swung open.
How the hell did that happen?
Harry stood motionless, staring through the open doorway at the dark upstairs landing, straining his ears for further sounds, but none came. He hesitated for a moment, then moved swiftly and silently out of his room to the head of the stairs.
His heart shot upwards into his throat. There were people standing in the shadowy hall below, silhouetted against the streetlight glowing through the glass door; eight or nine of them, all, as far as he could see, looking up at him.
Shit! Walking backward rather quickly back to his room Harry cursed the fact that his aunt refused to have a phone upstairs. Like they would have the time to reach it before dying.
"Lower your wand, boy, before you take someone's eye out," said a low, growling voice.
Wizards then, he didn't have his wand out and no way was he a sitting duck thank you very much he will be in his room. He could use his broom to run away.
"It's all right, Harry. We've come to take you away."
"Lupin?" he said disbelievingly. "Is that you?" Did they actually think a Werewolf that tried to eat him would be a good disguise?
"Why are we all standing in the dark?" said a third voice, this one completely unfamiliar, a woman's. "Lumos."
A wand-tip flared, illuminating the hall with magical light. Harry blinked. The people below were crowded around the foot of the stairs, gazing up at him intently, some craning their heads for a better look.
Harry counted nine people looking up at him. Taking retreat as a bad deal Harry stood his ground. He could see Remus Lupin and Moody just fine but had no clue who the others were.
"Oooh, he looks just like I thought he would," said the witch who was holding her lit wand aloft. She looked the youngest there; she had a pale heart-shaped face, dark twinkling eyes, and short spiky hair that was a violent shade of violet. "Wotcher, Harry!"
"Yeah, I see what you mean, Remus," said a bald black wizard standing furthest back; he had a deep, slow voice and wore a single gold hoop in his ear. "He looks exactly like James."
"Except the eyes," said a wheezy-voiced, silver-haired wizard at the back. "Lily's eyes."
Rolling his eye's Harry demanded to know why these people were in his house.
"Are you quite sure it's him, Lupin?" he growled. "It'd be a nice lookout if we bring back some Death Eater impersonating him. We ought to ask him something only the real Potter would know. Unless anyone brought any Veritaserum?"
"Veritaserum can't be used on minors." He said. It's illegal for one and can melt the brain of a child if used. Literally, there were pictures in the book he read on medical spells last year for the tournament.
Very conscious of everybody still staring at him, Harry asked again why they were here. If they refused to answer again he was calling the cops.
"Harry, what form does your Patronus take?" Lupin asked.
Suspicious, Harry demanded to know how that was relevant.
"It's not but we can't move on without appeasing Moody first."
"A stag." Rolling his eye's at the stupidity of it all. Like no one knows what shape his Patronus takes."
"Your turn then, Are you and Sirius dating?" He generally wanted to know this.
Sputtering, he quickly denied it blushing the whole time.
Harry took that as a yes, but they wanted to keep it secret for now. He was okay with that. Still not happy with the so-called guard being there, he packed up his stuff and headed out to the safe house they told him about.
Harry could hardly believe this was real. Four weeks with nothing, not the tiniest hint of a plan to remove him from Privet Drive, and suddenly a whole bunch of wizards was standing matter-of-factly in the house as though this was a long-standing arrangement. He glanced at the people surrounding Lupin they were still gazing avidly at him. He felt very conscious of the fact that he had not combed his hair for four days.
He really shouldn't care what a bunch of strangers thought of him, but being socially conscious means forcing yourself to act a certain way to appease the public.
"How're we getting, wherever we're going?" Harry asked.
"Brooms," said Lupin. "Only way. You're too young to Apparate, they'll be watching the Floo Network and it's more than our life's worth to set up an unauthorized Portkey."
"Remus says you're a good flier," said Kingsley Shacklebolt in his deep voice.
"He's excellent," said Lupin, who was checking his watch.
How is anything worth more than your life?
"Come here, boy," said Moody gruffly, beckoning Harry towards him with his wand. "I need to Disillusion you."
"You need to what?" said Harry surprised.
"Oh! right, the spell" He chuckled.
"Disillusionment Charm," said Moody, raising his wand and he rapped him hard on the top of the head and Harry felt a curious sensation as though Moody had just smashed an egg there; cold trickles seemed to be running down his body from the point the wand had struck.
"That was unpleasant." he grimaced.
Harry looked down at his body, or rather, what had been his body, for it didn't look anything like his anymore. It was not invisible; it had simply taken on the exact color and texture of the kitchen unit behind him. He seemed to have become a human chameleon.
"Unpleasant, but cool."
"Come on," said Moody, unlocking the back door with his wand.
They all stepped outside on to the beautifully kept lawn.
"Clear night," grunted Moody, his magical eye scanning the heavens. "Could've done with a bit more cloud cover. Right, you," he barked at Harry, "we're going to be flying in close formation. Tonks will be right in front of you, keep close on her tail. Lupin will be covering you from below. I'm going to be behind you. The rest will be circling us. We don't break ranks for anything, got me? If one of us is killed...'
'Is that likely?' asked Harry.
But Moody ignored him.
'The others keep flying, don't stop, don't break ranks. If they take out all of us and you survive, Harry, the rear guard is standing by to take over; keep flying east and they'll join you.'
"Well, at least there's a plan in place." Harry said diplomatically.
"No one's going to die," said Kingsley Shacklebolt in his deep, calming voice.
"I'm just telling the boy the plan," growled Moody. "Our job is to deliver him safely to Headquarters and if we die in the attempt..."
"Mount your brooms, that's the first signal!" said Lupin sharply, pointing into the sky.
Far above them, a shower of bright red sparks had flared among the stars. Harry recognized them at once as wand sparks. He swung his right leg over his Firebolt, gripped its handle tightly and felt it vibrating very slightly, as though it was as keen as he was to be up in the air once more.
That's not inconspicuous at all.
"Second signal, let's go!" said Lupin loudly as more sparks, green this time, exploded high above them.
Harry kicked off hard from the ground. The cool night air rushed through his hair as the neat square gardens of Privet Drive fell away, shrinking rapidly into a patchwork of dark greens and blacks. He felt as though his heart was going to explode with pleasure he was flying again. Flying away from Privet Drive as he'd been fantasizing about all summer, he was getting out of dodge. For a few glorious moments, all his problems seemed to recede to nothing, insignificant in the vast, starry sky.
