AN: As usual, any text in bold is taken straight from Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

"I still say I could morph myself into a good Harry," Dora said for what had to be the fifth time.

Everyone ignored her. Well, everyone except Moody.

"And what good is that if in the heat of battle, you shift back?" He demanded.

Dora rolled her eyes, "One, I doubt we're going to be attacked, and I know, I know. Constant Vigilance," she added mockingly when he opened his mouth to say just that. "And two, you know I rarely shift back when I fight. You were the one who trained me."

"Damn right I was," Moody said proudly.

Remus shook his head. He never would understand the mentor-mentee, snarky relationship Dora and Moody had. It was just odd. Actually, anyone having the guts to get cheeky with Moody was downright strange. Dora had tried to explain it to him but he had still been confused because Moody just didn't act the way Dora had been describing.

"Does anyone need anything cleared up?" Remus asked the room at large getting headphones in return.

"I am just glad that we could get the thestrals," Fleur said, giving the creature an absent-minded pat.

Remus couldn't help but smile slightly in amusement as the creature tossed its head back in order for her hand to be stroking the right place. It was an odd thought for him, that there were people who couldn't see thestrals.

"Tell me again why we're using Aunt Muriel as a Safe House?" one of the twins asked.

"She's insufferable," the other agreed.

"And has done an awful lot in support of the Order," Remus reminded them gently.

Muriel Prewett may not be the easiest person to get along with but her heart was in the right place.

"Enough!" Moody barked as a silvery border collies landed in front of them.

Dedalus' Patronus.

"Dursley's have left safely. On the road."

"That's our signal!" Moody unnecessarily told them.

The whole mood seemed to shift as everyone understood what that meant.

"Let me do you," Dora said with a waggle of her eyebrows.

Remus couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head. Irrepressible, that's what his wife was. And completely shameless. Not that he disapproved of it.

"I'll do you then," he whispered as she stepped in front of her which actually made her blush.

Before he could feel any sort of satisfaction from that, Remus shivered as the sharp tap on his head caused the Disillusionment Charm to take its hold on him. Eurgh, he always hated that feeling. Dora shivered as well and that was the last of her he saw.

"Lass, come and do me," Moody ordered Dora.

"Yes, sir," he heard her say cheekily.

"Don't call me sir."

"Yes, ma'am!"

Remus groaned as Moody snorted. Again, if that was anyone else, they would have got a curse sent their way but not his wife. Though, it was interesting that the man trusted Dora enough to cast anything on him.

Now it looked like there was no one in the room, just a lot of voices. Which was weird. Though, Remus could still smell everyone but it was still weird.

"Right, let's get out of here." Moody ordered.

For once Remus was glad that there was currently a heatwave in the area - the air wasn't as cool as they flew. He could actually feel his hands, which was always a good thing. Not that they had to go far, soon they were over Surrey and, look, there was Little Whingeing.

And then they were landing softly on the Dursleys' incredibly neat front garden. Remus would bet that every blade of grass was the same height. He heard Dora fall off her broom and instinctively reached out to catch her, which he managed despite them all being invisible. Werewolf sense of smell was incredibly useful in times like these.

There were a series of soft pops as they removed their Disillusionment Charms, Bill helping Fleur down from their thestral. Remus scanned the front of the house, surely Harry would have been waiting for them? Then, the boy himself hurtled into their midst. There was a general cry of greeting as Hermione flung her arms around him, Ron clapped him on the back, and Hagrid said, "All righ', Harry? Ready fer the off?"

"Definitely," said Harry, beaming around at them all. "But I wasn't expecting this many of you!"

Remus felt his heart warm at Harry's happiness at seeing all of them.

"Change of plan," growled Moody. "Let's get undercover before we talk you through it."

Harry led them all back into the kitchen where, laughing and chattering, they settled on chairs, sat themselves upon the gleaming work surfaces, or leaned up against the spotless appliances.

"Kingsley, I thought you were looking after the Muggle Prime Minister?" he called across the room.

"He can get along without me for one night," said Kingsley, "You're more important."

"Harry, guess what?" said Dora from her perch on top of the washing machine, and she wiggled her left hand at him; a ring glistened there.

"You got married?" Harry yelped, looking from her to Remus.

A pang of guilt shot through him even though he knew it was ridiculous.

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

"That's brilliant, congrat- "

"All right, all right, we'll have time for a cosy catch-up later," roared Moody over the hubbub, and silence fell in the kitchen. Moody dropped his sacks at his feet and turned to Harry.

He then proceeded to explain to Harry the new plan. Remus could see that Harry was doubtful about it, something that wasn't cleared up as Moody explained.

"Any questions?"

"Er, yes," said Harry. "Maybe they won't know which of the twelve secure houses I'm heading for at first, but won't it be sort of obvious once" - he performed a quick headcount - "fourteen of us fly off toward Tonks's parents?"

"Ah," said Moody, "I forgot to mention the key point. Fourteen 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 safe house."

A look of horrified realisation came over Harry's face.

"No!" he said loudly, his voice ringing through the kitchen. "No way!"

"I told them you'd take it like this," said Hermione with a hint of complacency.

"If you think I'm going to let six people risk their lives-!"

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

"This is different, pretending to be me- "

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

Harry did not smile.

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

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

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

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

"If it has to come to force, then it will," growled Moody, his magical eye now quivering a little in its socket as he glared at Harry. "Everyone here's overage, Potter, and they're all prepared to take the risk."

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

"But this is mad, there's no need-"

"No need!" snarled Moody.

He then proceeded to explain quite bluntly why exactly all this was necessary. Remus nodded along in agreement.

Our only chance is to use decoys. Even You-Know-Who can't split himself into seven." Moody finished up.

Harry caught Hermione's eye and looked away at once. Hmm, what was that about?

"So, Potter - some of your hair, if you please."

Harry glanced at Ron, who grimaced at him in a just-do-it sort of way. Yes, Harry, just do it. Remus did not like this standing about when there was a plan to execute.

"Now!" barked Moody.

With all of their eyes upon him, Harry reached up to the top of his head, grabbed a hank of hair, and pulled.

Remus heaved a sigh of relief.

"Good," said Moody, limping forward as he pulled the stopper out of the flask of potion. "Straight in here, if you please."