AN: Here is the next chapter. Good news is the story is back on track and I have a full comprehensive plan written out, so things should hopefully move on fairly rapidly from here. Enjoy;

Chapter 25

"Fred, George – something is wrong!" Harry shouted. "Why is nobody here – why aren't they trying to stop us?"

"What do you mean – you think they are on to us?" queried George.

"They know this is nothing but a distraction?" Fred pushed on with the questioning.

"That is exactly what I think." Nodded Harry, his thoughts whirring around his head at great speeds.

"Well if they are on to us, then…Mum and Dad!" Fred looked worried now.

"Not to mention Charlie at St Mungos!" George continued with a sense of realization.

"Fred – go to St Mungos, stay hidden, report back at the situation. George same goes for you at the Warehouses, in fact I will go with you…unless…" Harry frowned, a look of deep concentration appearing upon his face, shortly followed by one of sheer panic.

"Headquarters!" he shouted.

"But the Fidelius…"George said, meekly.

"If there is one thing I have learned, never take anything for granted when Voldemort is involved." With that Harry turned and apparated away, back to check upon his son and the rest of the children.

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Remus and Charlie levitated two of the last few trunks full of potions out of the store rooms and into the corridor of the St Mungos basement. Dumbledore was currently with Pomfrey ascertaining which of the trunks it was safe to use shrinking charms on. Suddenly from along the corridor there was a huge crashing sound.

Everyone spun around, wands out, ready to defend themselves.

"Sorry! That was me!" came Tonks' voice from along the corridor, "knocked a shelf over…"

Despite having grown up considerably and being a mother, Tonks had not lost her knack for clumsiness, thus the order members and her friends were used to it.

"Merlin, Tonks! I warned you all those years ago during training, slow down. You realize if there were enemies around that would have led them right to us!" Kingsley scolded.

"If? Why, I need not rely upon the incompetence of my enemies in order to find them." A familiar voice spat from the entrance to the supply basement.

A voice muffled by the presence of a sliver mask.

"No…no…"murmured Dumbledore in complete shock. "Why Harry…why?"

"I am not Harry. That name means nothing to me. I am The Duke."

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Harry landed just inside the front door of 12 Grimmauld Place, he immediately ran to the Living Room – it was deserted.

"No…no…no!" he mumbled angrily. He ran across into the kitchen, where he saw a sight that rested his nerves immediately. James.

"James!"

"Dad!" James spun around, relief spread across his face as well. They ran to each other, before hesitating. Although they were father and son, having spent eleven years apart there was still some awkwardness, especially with the physical aspects of their relationship.

Harry settled for a one armed hug.

"Are any of the groups back yet?" James shook his head.

"Nope. I was waiting up – couldn't sleep, not until I knew you and Mum were back safe."

"And Jones – where is he? I thought he was going to stay up and be on guard."

"He was – probably still is up, couple of the older students are throwing their guts up. Charms homework gone wrong I think… He is helping them."

Harry had to laugh, "Good thing we are getting those potions in…he is a good kid Ryan."

"Now what?" asked James, sitting down once again.

"Well," said Harry joining him, "now we wait for Fred and George to come back – hopefully with the two groups and lots of potions in tow."

The two sat in companionable silence for twenty minutes before, finally, a popping sound, followed by a clunking sound reached their ears. Appiration and the arrival of the portkeyed potion supplies.

Harry got up at once, nearly running into George.

"Nothing to report on my end. I arrived just in time to help pack up the last of the supplies and help to move them out. No problems whatsoever. Fred back yet?"

"No…" Harry said, his worry increasing slightly. He had honestly expected the St Mungos team to be back first. He moved past George, eyes darting around for Ginny.

"Gin!" He spotted her – she spun around, the two ran over to each other and embraced.

"When George showed up I was so worried!" she said, face pressed into his chest, the two hugging.

"Aye, Potter – why did you send Weasley along? What happened at your end?" asked Moody, breaking the couple's moment.

"Distraction went perfectly – except they didn't bite. Nobody showed up, despite there being a full scale riot in Diagon Alley." Harry explained.

"Under the Order's symbol as well. I tell you Mad-Eye – revolution was in the air. But, nope – not a thing from the Empire. Not even a Ministry lackey." George elaborated.

"This doesn't sit right with me." Frowned Bill, "Not at all."

"Fred is checking out St Mungos as we speak." Said Harry.

"What! So something might be going wrong and you send in another Order member to get captured or killed. Great idea, Potter!" sneered Neville.

"I sent him undercover." Said Harry rolling his eyes, "he knows to keep his distance."

"Besides," said Bill, attempting to diffuse the situation, "we don't even know if things have gone wrong at all. Charlie, Albus and Snape are probably taking their time, making sure things are done right. Remus being there will only add to that…" He did not sound sure.

"I hope you are right, Bill." Sighed Harry.

James found that moment appropriate to appear, having held back from greeting his family in order to hear the Order gossip. This did not go down well when Ginny and Molly saw him.

"James Weasley! What on earth are you doing up at this hour?" shouted Molly.

"I couldn't sleep…I was waiting for Mum and Dad to come home." He explained in a faux childish voice.

"That kiddie, butter-wouldn't-melt voice won't work on me, young man – not anymore." Said Ginny, sternly. "Bed, bucko. Now. We will be having words in the morning."

"Mum is right buddy." Smiled Harry, "Come on, I'll take you up."

The two Potter men ascended the stairs, out of sight, and earshot.

XX

Whilst they were upstairs, one final apparition crack was heard. Fred was back. He landed, immediately stumbling, his face pale, his eyes wide.

"Fred!" shouted Arthur, grabbing his son by the shoulders, steering him into a chair before he could hit the ground.

"What's wrong - are you ok?" pushed Arthur.

"Gone…" murmured Fred, shaking his head. "He's back…captured. Charlie…"

"Gone, what – he? Who is he?" was the general hubbub of questions around the room.

"Captured." Announced Hermione. "Fred. Where. Are. The. Others?" she asked calmly and to the point.

"St Mungos lot. There was a trap. I saw them being led out. Harry was there."

"Harry was there – I thought he was with you?" asked Ron, confused.

"No – we split up. Well not Harry, exactly." Said Fred, beginning to come to his senses.

"So Harry wasn't there?" pushed Hermione, sounding somewhat confused, like her husband.

"The Duke. He was there."

Gasps echoed around the room. Murmurs of shock, and Neville's 'I knew it!' were all that could be heard.

"No, it couldn't be – probably just someone in a similar get up, the mask was pretty distinctive, after all. Besides – the Empire needs someone, their enforcer, for people to fear. It is probably just an imposter." Said Ginny, adamantly.

"I have to say Gin…that is what I thought at first, but just as they were being led out onto the street, Dumbledore tried to make a break for it. There was a bit of a duel…well nobody except Harry-"

"It WASN'T Harry!" snapped Ginny.

"Alright The Duke could put Dumbledore down so quickly and efficiently."

"You say he made a break for it – but he didn't succeed." Asked Bill.

"No. He was back, incarcerated in no time at all." Nodded Fred.

"But they captured them, right – nobody was killed or hurt?" asked Moody.

"That's right. Just tied up and led outside, then apparated away."

"Right!" announced Harry, re-entering the room, "That is all the kids back in bed, and-"

He stopped as many wands pointed at him, though within a second he had also flicked his wrist, releasing his wand from its holster and had it up ready to defend himself.

"What the hell is going on." He asked, angrily, his eyes darting, accusingly towards Neville.

"We are onto you Potter. Or should I say Duke! Where are they, the St Mungos team – where did you take them?" Neville spat.

"What?" Harry asked, confused.

Ginny, Ron and Hermione moved to Harry's sides. "Put your wands down, you morons." Instructed Ron.

"What so he can take us down like he did to Dumbledore and the others? Not likely." Replied Neville.

"Don't be so stupid, Neville. Harry is on our side. That person was just an imposter" Reasoned Hermione.

"What is going on?" Asked Harry, again.

"Someone posing as the Duke captured the St Mungos raid team earlier on –Fred saw it all." Explained Arthur.

"Shit…" Said Harry, a look of anger growing on his face, that his past as the Duke was coming back to haunt everyone.

"Posing…right – as Fred said, who else could take on Dumbledore and win?"

"Neville, stop it. Harry was with Fred and George all night." Sighed Ginny.

"Actually…"murmured George. "We split up later on. I went to the warehouse, Fred went to St Mungos and Harry…you said you were going to Headquarters didn't you?"

"I came straight here. James can back me up on that."

"Oh…how convenient your only alibi is your son." Laughed Neville, sarcastically.

This settled it for most of the Order –they all knew James and could trust him. If he said Harry was there, then he probably was. Yet within many of their minds there was a hint of doubt Why would he lie?. Here was a boy whose family has just been reunited. By telling tales on his father he risked losing everything again. That is why he would lie. Something worth the lie.

XX

The blind fold was ripped off the eyes of the prisoners as they were thrust into cells. The Death Eater captors backing off, swiftly, as per their master's instructions. The prisoners were to be left unharmed – for now.

"Shit!" Charlie swore. "That fucking traitor! How could we trust him."

"I knew it. I KNEW IT! Just days out of Azkaban because of him, and now look where we are!" spat Dean, angrily. Seamus just sat in the corner, shaking his head, silently raging.

"Oh God, Remus. Teddy – what about Teddy!" Cried Tonks, weeping. "Harry has access to the entire Order, and our Teddy!"

"It's ok dear, just calm down, everything will be just fine. Albus…surely…Harry wouldn't he just...wouldn't?" Remus tried to reason. Even he, one of Harry's most loyal friends struggled to suspect anything other than betrayal.

"Albus? That was Harry." Minerva prodded after a few moments of silence.

"No. It was not." Said Dumbledore, a twinkle igniting in his eye.

"What do you mean – of course it was. He sounded exactly like him. Even with polyjuice, nobody could fight like he does." Minerva countered.

"Looks may be deceiving, however only days ago Harry – the real Harry – took possession of a wand; my old wand to be exact. A wand I know extremely well. The wand that imposter was using was not that wand."

"But Albus…surely he could be using a different wand?"

"No. This wand is different. If you are the master of this wand then no other wand can compare. Nobody would not use this wand given the option. Especially one enraptured by dark magic as this imposter was."

"So who was it?" asked Charlie.

"That," answered Dumbledore, "Is a mystery to me."

"Well," said Remus, hopefully, as he put his arm around his wife, "If they could break into Azkaban then I am sure they are already working on getting us out of here."

"Wherever here is…" said Dean.

"Here is perhaps the only place more secure than Azkaban. Minerva, Poppy – have you not realised where we are yet?" Said Dumbledore.

"Surely not…"

"On the contrary, Minerva. We are indeed in the dungeons of Hogwarts."

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