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Chapter 3: The Torch of the Green Flame

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Harry scribbled quickly a note to Remus.

Dear Remus,

I just got a letter from Ron, saying that Mr. Weasley and he will come to take me tonight at 19:00. After the things you told me, it seems strange. I never saw before the owl that brought me this letter, and it wasn't Ron's writing. He wrote that he broke his arm, and that Bill was sending the letter for him. Maybe I'm over-reacting, but I still think it's suspicious. What do you think?

Yours,

    Harry.

After Hedwig flew away, Harry started pacing nervously around his room. Was he being paranoid, just like Mad-Eye Moody? Maybe this letter was from Ron… After all, he could break his arm during a Quidditch game… Especially if he was playing with the twins… But still, hadn't Remus told him that he wouldn't go to The Burrow? Harry just didn't know what to think. He continued pacing around the room, waiting for a reply from anybody…

Two hours later, Harry was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Suddenly, he heard noises from downstairs, and Aunt Petunia screamed. Harry jumped off the bed, took out his wand, and opened the door cautiously. Down there, just like a year ago, were standing some members of the Order of the Phoenix – Remus, Tonks, Mad-Eye Moody, Hestia Jones and Kingsley Shacklebolt. It looked like they Apparated into the house, because the Dursleys were staring at them, looking completely scared, and Dudley was even shaking.

"Harry, can you bring the letter you told me about? It's urgent," said Remus, who looked worried. Harry ran back to his room, took the letter, and hurried down to give it to him. Remus looked at the letter, and gasped. "It's – it's Peter's writing," he said.

"It's – WHAT?!" yelled Harry, while the other members of the Order gasped or cursed. Peter, nicknamed Wormtail, was the one who betrayed Harry's parents, and sold them to Voldemort. He also was the one who put Sirius into Azkaban, by killing 12 people, faking his own death and escaping. In short, he was one of the people whom Harry hated more than anything in the world. And now – now he was faking a letter to Harry.

"We need to move him out of here, quickly. Have you packed your things?" asked Mad-Eye Moody, who was the first to recover from the shock, and now had his blue eye swiveling in all directions.

"Yeah, I – I'll go get them," mumbled Harry, feeling very weak. He got back, moments later, carrying his trunk and Hedwig's cage. Hestia Jones was trying to explain something to the horrified Dursleys.

"It's extremely dangerous, you have to come with us," she said.

"We're not going anywhere with freaks like you," spat Uncle Vernon, his face going red, "and nothing you say will change it."

"That's enough, Hestia, if they'd rather be killed, let them stay here," growled Moody, taking Harry's trunk and shrinking it.

"Killed? What do you mean, killed???" shouted Uncle Vernon, while Aunt Petunia let out a little shriek.

"He means that Voldemort's supporters are going to arrive here at 7 o'clock tonight, disguised as my friends, and if they don't find me here, they'll just kill you for the fun of it," said Harry, finally realizing what was going on. "Only… I don't get it, how are they planning to disguise themselves as the Weasleys?" he asked, turning to face the wizards.

"It really doesn't matter now," said Kingsley Shacklebolt in his deep voice, "Alastor, how are we moving this lot?"

"Albus is coming with the torch, it should work on Muggles. I only wish he'd hurry," said Moody. Harry didn't understand what he meant, but just as he was about to ask, he heard another 'crack', and Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, Apparated into the room. Aunt Petunia shrieked once again, and Uncle Vernon looked like was going to explode, while Dudley was trying, unsuccessfully, to hide behind the couch.

"Hello, Harry. Good day, Petunia, Vernon," said Dumbledore, and the Dursleys looked even more horrified. "As I'm sure you've understood, we have to move you all from the house, as it's very unsafe at the moment. Alastor, is everything ready?" he asked.

"Almost, we only need Potter's hair for the potion, and we can go. By the way, you know who wrote the damn letter? It's Pettigrew," answered Moody.

"It doesn't surprise me," said Dumbledore, "and now we need to go. Harry, we need one of your hairs, so we could make a Polyjuice Potion."

Harry pulled out a hair, and dropped it into the bottle that Moody handed him. The liquid hissed, and turned bright green, like the colour of Harry's eyes. Moody tucked the bottle safely into his robes, and turned to the Dursleys.

"Well, what d'you decide?" he smirked.

Aunt Petunia whispered something to Uncle Vernon. He looked at her, and whispered something back. They continued whispering for a minute, and finally, Aunt Petunia said, in a trembling voice, "We… where do we need to go?" The moment she said it, it looked like she regretted even thinking such thing. However, she already didn't have any choice, as Dumbledore beckoned the Dursleys to move closer. Dudley was completely white, and looked like he was going to throw up.

Dumbledore was carrying a metal box, which Harry hadn't noticed so far. He opened it, and took out a torch, about ten inches long, whose flame was emerald green. "This," he said, "is the Torch of the Green Flame. Its effect is very similar to the Floo Powder, but it only transfers you to one specific place – to the current Headquarters, actually. Harry, you will follow Tonks, who'll go first, and then you," he turned to the Dursleys, "will join them. Remus and Hestia will come last. Is it clear?"

Harry nodded, and glanced at the Dursleys, who were looking more and more terrified with each word. Now, Tonks stepped forward.

"Ok, it's very simple – close your eyes, and put your hand in the flame. It'll take you to the Headquarters. Be careful not to fall in the end," she said. She then put her hand in the flame, and disappeared. Aunt Petunia gasped. Harry stepped forward, looked at Dumbledore, who nodded, and stretched his hand towards the Torch. He started spinning…..

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