A/n- Hey all! I don't know where I got this idea! Enjoy!


Under-Cover

It was the first day of the seventh year. The feast had been
consumed and Professor Dumbledore stood to make his speech.
"Attention students!" He said, rather urgently. "As you all
know, Voldemort," (Many of the students flinched) "Has nearly
returned to full power. It is very dire that we keep you all safe. There
for, we will be re-locating small groups of students into secret
Indentitys that will prevent them from harm. Your identities will be
kept secret inside your groups to insure safety."
Many of the students began to whisper.
"Re-Locating?"
"Groups?"
"Identities?"
"Tomorrow," Dumbledore said loudly. "Your secret groups will
be assigned. Thank you."

Seventeen year old Harry Potter stared at his best friends,
Hermione and Ron.
"What does he mean re-location?"
"We're hiding." Hermione said shortly.
"How could we hide from You-Know-Who?" Ron whispered.
"I suppose they'll have us pretending to be muggles?" Hermione
said quietly, walking out of the great hall and up the marble staircase.
"But, that'll never work!" Harry said, angrily.
"They'll have to put loads of charms on everyone, I suppose."
Hermione told them matter of factly.
"But still-he knows everything!" Ron said nervously.
"Grass Fuzz" Hermione said to the Fat Lady, who swung open.
"I'm sure they're doing whats best for us. Good Night." She said,
turning to the girl's dormitory.


***

The next morning at breakfast, little envelopes were handed out
to every student, informing them of their place of re-location and
identities.
"And you cannot tell anyone!" Professor McGonagall said,
sharply as students began to open their letters. "You will leave
tomorrow to your new homes. There will be no school this year."
"But then we can't graduate!" Hermione said angrily.
"I'm sorry Miss Granger, but this is a life and death situation!"
McGonagall shouted.

The next morning, trunk and children were sent by floo-powder
to their areas of re-location.
"Bye!" Harry said, sadly as he stepped into the charms classroom
fire place and whispered his destination. With a swirl of green smoke
he disappeared.
"My turn." Hermione said, with tears in her eyes. "Bye Ron."
Another swirl of smoke and she too disappeared.
Ron stepped into the fire, muttering his desination,
"414 Withspoor Drive, Liverpool."
He felt a great spinning sensation and fell on hard concrete.
"Ron?!" Came a shocked, but familiar voice.
It was Hermione, sitting on her trunk next to a small concreate
fireplace.
"Hermione? You're at 414 Withspoor Drive too?" Ron asked
excitedly.
"Yes!" She cried, throwing her arms around him an hugging him.
"Then whats your identity?" Ron asked her after she pulled away.
"Oh-um..." Hermione took out her envelope. "Uh-Mrs.
McKinnley."
"You're joking?"
"Why?" Hermione asked, surprised.
"I'm Mr. McKinnley!"