POTTY WEE POTTER

(A/N : This is my 8th Harry Potter fic. I do not own Harry Potter. )

Chapter 5

"That's terrible," Neville muttered. Harry had stopped telling the group what Draco had told him ages ago but there had been an eerie silence. Until now. Ron stood up slow and made his way to the kitchen. Everyone needed a drink, himself included.

"So what are we going to do ?" Luna asked from the other side of the table. She had grown up fast Harry thought to himself. Her hair was now sophisticated, as were her clothes. Neville had done well too. His misshapen body replaced with muscular arms and legs. Running his own Potion's ingredients plant must be hard work.

"I say we hide-out, somewhere safe. I'll see the oracle when the time is right," Harry muttered, "Until then, lets stay safe." Luna stared hard at Harry. Ginny followed suit. And when Ron returned with a glass of wine for everyone Harry was beginning to feel very awkward. "Ron, Your brothers owe me a favour, how safe is the Weasly's lab ?"

"Very," Ron muttered.

"Then we stay there and when the time is right I'll go see the prophet."