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I swing my feet off my bed.
The burrow was rather welcoming when I showed up sort-of unannounced yesterday, as I am only is known for being Seamus' Slytherin sister, and the better-looking twin. I was welcomed with open arms by Molly, as I am a supporter/ informal Order member. Last Christmas, Mum told me not to get involved with all this war stuff, so when Dumbledore was attacked I thought it might be best to spend the last summer we have happily. I sent her a nice letter yesterday as she has no clue where I am. Her cowardly ass probably thinks I've been brainwashed. Mum seems to think that Voldemort will be arrested by some Aurors in a few weeks and everything will be fine.
I walk past a tired Ginny to my blue suitcase at the end of my mattress. I throw open the lid. Grab the first shirt and pants a see and walk to the bathroom. I get the feeling I'm forgetting something. I trot back to the girl's room and stare at my trunk for a good minute.
"Good morning Dabria."
"Morning Hermione. You're up already?" I respond to Hermione's simple greeting.
"Yep, I like sitting in the garden early in the morning sometimes. Hey, are you doing alright?" Hermione suggests.
Pausing, I reply "Yeah, I just can't help but think I forgot to pack something."
Hermione tenses up "Oh, well if you remember what you forgot, you can borrow from me."
"Thanks."
I decide whatever I forgot must not be important or I wouldn't've forgotten it and walk back down the hall to take a shower.
I let the uncomfortably cold water run over me, drowning out the unsure thoughts. Cleansing my boring colored hair. I have to use what I immediately recognize as Fred's shampoo, had a bit of a crush a few years ago. '2 in one', how do men live with themselves, they are really too lazy to just use 2 products. Smells nice though.
When I finally hop out I grab a tan towel from under the sink. Molly must've just bought new towels, they're soft. I throw on my forest green shirt and head to breakfast.
It's 7:45 and everyone is already up. I guess that's just how things roll with the Weasley's. Molly's got bacon and eggs on the table. I notice Arthour and Remus are sitting at the table whispering, this must-have something to do with the order.
"Good Morning," I say as I sit. Remus and Arthur stop whispering. Hermione and Ron look like they are observing me.
"Good Morning," Ron says quietly to me. I conclude that their awkward behavior stems from their well-known suspicion of every Slytherin in existence. When Dumbledore died I convinced Ron to let me stay with his family since my mother was being totally dumb and not accepting the reality of this awful situation.
Severus Snape killed the great Albus Dumbledore.
Voldemort has death eaters in the castle.
Muggle-borns are not safe.
Remus stands, "As most of you know we are going to pick Harry up from the Private Dr later today." I guess this was an announcement only directed at me, as everyone seems to be aware of this already. "Dabria Finigan? Is that right? I'm glad we have another order supporter, but I have to ask you, are you aware of how dangerous assisting us might be?" I left a sort of awkward pause while I swallow my bite of famous Weasley bacon.
"The current wizarding world is already plenty dangerous, why waste time pretending it isn't," I tell him confident in my response. It's true, being half-blood makes me a target, and I am more than aware that I could die transporting the famous Harry Potter to a safe house.
"Alright then, from what I heard from Ron, you're capable of defending yourself," Remus says.
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I walk into the wallpaper-themed townhouse followed by Fred, George, Bill, Fleur, Remus, Tonks Mad-Eye Moody, Arthur Weasley, Shacklebolt, and some random sleazy guy. Ron, Hagrid, and Hermione had been the first to meet Harry at the door.
"Hello Harry, Bill Weasly," Bill said gently.
Harry replies quickly but with ease "Pleasure to meet you." That's when he sees me, I guess a bit confused about why I'm here, gives me the slightest scowl and glances to Hermione who gives him a nod.
"Hey," I whisper in acknowledgment.
After a laugh, I didn't quite catch Tonks mentions "My husband the joker. By the way, wait till you hear the news, Remus and I-" She's cut off by a flustered Moody.
"Will have time for a cozy catch up later! We've got to get the hell out of here! Potter, you're underage, which means you've still got the trace on you."
Harry slips in a question "What's the trace?"
"You even touch magic the ministry will know who wipes your hands. The point is we've got to use undetectable means of transport. Brooms, Thestrals, and the like. We go in pairs that way if anyone's out there waiting for us - and I reckon there will be, they won't know which Harry Potter is the real one." Moody speaks fast.
"The real one?" Harry questions.
Mad eye pulls out a flask "I believe you're familiar with this particular brew."
"No. Absolutely not." Harry spits.
"Told you he'd take it well." Hermione chimed in.
"No, If you think I'm gonna let everyone risk their lives for me- I" Harry stutters at the end.
Ron slightly annoyed sarcastically asks "Never done that before have we?"
"No this is different, taking that becoming me-"
"Well none of us really fancy it," I state.
"Yeah, imagine if something went wrong and we ended up as a screwy slimy git forever." Fred ends.
"Everyone here is of age Potter, They've all agreed to take the risk." Moody, less frustrated, remarks.
Someone clears their throat, "Technically, I've been coerced. Munugus Fletcher, Mr. Potter. Always been a huge admirer." The sleazy git introduces himself.
Moody aggravated by his comment "Nip it Mundungus!" The room falls silent again. "Alright, Hermione as discussed." Hermione yanks a bunch of hair off Potter's head.
"Blimey Hermione!" Harry mutters.
Moody holds out the flask "Straight in here if you please." The container makes a fizzing noise as the hair plops in. With this Everyone starts lining up to take a sip.
"Prepare yourselves, tastes like goblin piss," Moody mutters handing the vessel to George.
"Have lots of experiences with that do ya Mad eye?" Moody glares at George. "Just trying to diffuse the tension." As I take a sip I'm reminded of the horrible taste, though watching Ron's face scrunch and un-scrunch into Harry's brings up my mood slightly. Harry looks rather troubled watching everyone transform into him, I would too, totally appalling to watch.
Fred and George trying to lighten the mood once more report "Wow, were identical."
It's rather uncomfortable being in someone else's body. Moody dumps a pile of Harry's laundry on the ground. Everyone grabs a set of clothes and I step into a somewhat secluded spot in the kitchen.
"Harry your eyesight really is awful," Hermione mentions putting on a pair of glasses.
"Alright then well be pairing off, each Potter will have a protector." Moody describes the plan. "Mondungus stick tight to me, I wanna keep an eye on ya. As for Harry-"
The whole lot replies, "Yes?" in unison.
"The real Harry, where the devil are you?" Moody spits irritatedly.
Harry, the real Harry speaks up "Here."
Moody informs him "You'll ride with Hagrid."
"Let's Go!" Moody yells.
Everyone walks into the cold, Hermione holding her enchanted pouch, Fred and George each carrying a piece of Harry's things, and Harry releasing Hedwig into the skies.
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"Head for the Burrow well rendezvous there." Mad eye speaks with power in his voice. "ON THE COUNT TO THREE."
"ONE, TWO, THREE!"
With that, I shot up on my broom, making sure to stick close with George and Remus. The ground disappearing beneath my vision. Cold air blew my new dark brunette bangs out of my face.
Dark clouds of anticipation thundered.
In less than a minute we flew right into a cloud of Death Eaters. Yelling and the occasional menacing laugh fills my ears. Packs of dark wizards flew in a tornado-like formation. A large dark cloak flew past me on my right. In an attempt to create a distraction I do a fun broom swivel I've seen Harry do before, sure enough, a pair of skull masks approach our brooms.
The cloaked figure I saw earlier threw a curse in George's direction.
George's reaction isn't surprising "Argh!" Blood flies off of him. His ear's been sliced off! I flew to his side for a second to make sure he's alright. Another burst of light flew at us, this time towards me. I feel a sudden pain on my back but decide to ignore it for the time being. Green flashes fly past me.
Thunder mocking us above. Amidst violent rain another burst of red light nearly hit me. I gripped the broom pinching my fingers. Moistened hair flew in front of my face with this motion, water dripping off the side hands. Another round of light flew past me, how far away can the safe house be?
I started to speed up motioning at George and Lupin to hurry up. Lupin was heavily supporting him now. Taking the lead of both brooms. I tilted the wood broom down slightly and strived to quicken my pace. A death eater, who was in my peripheral vision until just now fell behind.
In a swoop downward I was reminded of the town below. The sleepy city is completely unaware of the high-speed chase above. I turn to block a spell, I recognize the hand movement he keeps making, like an annoyed and frustrated gesture. Where do I know that from? I shoot a disarming spell, then a stunning spell, muttering the incantation. One finally hits him square in the chest knocking him off his broom. With this, I realize the only enemies behind us a far back. I can see the safe house, as soon as we pass the barrier we're safe.