Huh, it looked like Hermione, Ron and the twins were right - Harry did argue with Mad-Eye. Pretty impressive, she honestly thought the man's intimidation factor would have worked a little bit. But she supposed if you'd gone up against Voldemort multiple times then Mad-Eye was like a fluffy kitten.

Harry dropped the hair into the mud like liquid. The moment it made contact with its surface, the potion began to froth and smoke, then, all at once, it turned a clear, bright gold.

Wow. Tonks blinked at it. She had never seen something like that happen before. Gold? That had to mean something, didn't it?

"Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry," said Hermione.

Oh, there was definitely a story there.

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

Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Fleur lined up.

"We're one short," said Remus.

"Here," said Hagrid gruffly, and he lifted Mundungus by the scruff of the neck and dropped him down beside Fleur, who wrinkled her nose pointedly and moved along to stand between Fred and George instead.

"I'm a soldier, I'd sooner be a protector," said Mundungus.

Tonks shook her head as Moddy growled the explanation to Dung yet again. He was the one who came up with this plan! He should already know this. And he had all been for volunteering before today. Wimp. Thankfully, Mad-Eye paid him no further attention and was already pulling half a dozen eggcup-sized glasses from inside his cloak, which he handed out, before pouring a little Polyjuice Potion into each one.

"Altogether, then ..."

She was pretty sure she'd never get used to seeing the Polyjuice transformation. Though it was probably weirder undergoing it, not that she would ever know. A Metamorphmaguses make up was too volatile for her to safely invest Polyjuice.

Remus seemed particularly intrigued, though he was looking away so he didn't seem weird or something. She gave him a nudge making him give her a guilty look.

"It's weird, isn't it?" She asked in a whisper

"The transformation itself or the multiple Harrys?"

She blinked at him and then looked around. Now that he said that... Yep, seven Harrys. Definitely weird.

"Both but I was talking about the first."

"Is it meant to look like their faces were melting for a brief moment?"

"Yep."

"Huh. Weird."

No, what was weird was having all these Harry's inspecting themselves like he hadn't seen himself before. Or, in Fleur's case, looking firmly away. Tonks supposed that technically they hadn't seen Harry's body before. Not like this anyway.

"I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo," said Ron, looking down at his bare chest.

"Harry, your eyesight really is awful," said Hermione, as she put on glasses.

Where Mad-Eye found stuffed owls was beyond her. Though, the thought of him going into a toy shop was absolutely hilarious to her.

"Good," said Moody, as at last seven dressed, bespectacled, and luggage-laden Harrys faced him. "The pairs will be as follows: Mundungus will be traveling with me, by broom- "

"Why'm I with you?" grunted the Harry nearest the back door.

"Because you're the one that needs watching," growled Moody, and sure enough, his magical eye did not waver from Mundungus as he continued.

If she was being honest with herself, Tonks tuned out the twins' antics, focusing on squeezing Remus' hand and thinking over the plan again so she didn't make a mistake.

"Miss Granger with Kingsley, again by thestral- "

Hermione looked reassured as she answered Kingsley's smile

"Which leaves you and me, Ron!" said Tonks brightly, knocking over a mug tree as she waved at him.

Ron looked a bit wary at that but they'd be fine. She had never fallen off a broom while flying before.

"An' you're with me, Harry. That all righ'?" said Hagrid, looking a little anxious. "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," said Harry, not altogether truthfully.

Tonks could see it quite plainly in his face. Not that she blamed him, you wouldn't catch her sitting in there.

"We think the Death Eaters will expect you to be on a broom," said Moody. "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 looks at home on a broomstick. All right then," he went on, tying up the sack with the fake Potters' clothes in it and leading the way back to the door, "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 ..."

Harry hurried to gather his rucksack, Firebolt, and Hedwig's cage and followed the group to the dark back garden.

Tonks wondered if he felt weird leaving his relatives' house for the very last time. Would he ever be able to come back?

On every side broomsticks were leaping into hands; Hermione had already been helped up onto a great black thestral by Kingsley, Fleur onto the other by Bill. Hagrid was standing ready beside the motorbike, goggles on.

"Is this it? Is this Sirius's bike?"

Harry looked absolutely in awe of this.

"The very same," said Hagrid, beaming down at Harry. "An' the last time yeh was on it, Harry, I could fit yeh in one hand!"

Okay, now that was an adorable thought. Tiny baby Harry? Too cute to be true. Maybe Remus had some pictures?

Tonks shook her head in bemusement at her own thoughts. What? Had she suddenly turned into a middle-aged woman who cooed over babies? Merlin, she hoped not. Babies were cute, though.

Harry was soon getting into that awful looking sidecar and Tonks couldn't help but wince as he crouched down. That definitely didn't look comfortable.

Remus sidled up to her as Hagrid told Harry about adjustments to the bike - which definitely didn't sound like a good idea.

"Be careful," he whispered to her.

"You too."

They looked at each other for a moment longer than necessary. Merlin, she loved him.

"All right, then." said Moody. "Everyone ready, please. I want us all to leave at exactly the same time or the whole point of the diversion's lost."

Everybody motioned their heads. "Hold tight now, Ron," said Tonks, and Hagrid kicked the motorbike into life: It roared like a dragon.

"Good luck, everyone," shouted Moody. "See you all in about an hour at the Burrow. On the count of three. One ... two. THREE."