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Flight and Fright

They wasted no more time, and after Harry had found Dudley squashed into a cupboard trembling like a pink blancmange jelly, Mad-Eye Moody had already contacted several members of the Order of the Phoenix.

"Dumbledore's been told," Moody told Harry, "And so have Lupin and Tonks. I didn't get much said in the few minutes, but just pack your things, Harry, and be ready to leave whenever."

Harry nodded and walked over to his bed, where he had already piled most of his belongings and Hedwig. He looked sadly at his Firebolt, he hadn't ridden it in ages, but just seeing it brought back memories of Sirius. He picked it up slightly, and ran his fingers over the carved golden lettering of "Firebolt" absently.

His aunt, uncle and cousin were downstairs in the kitchen, disgusted at having another wizard in their house (and one with an ever spinning magical eye revolving around), but half petrified because of the experience they had just had. Despite the fact that it was only three in the morning, Uncle Vernon was already drinking his first cup of black coffee, but Aunt Petunia hands had been shaking so much that half the instant coffee powder was left on the kitchen bench.

Harry thought of Ron and Hermione, and the letters they had sent him. The letters, as they had been since the last summer, were almost devoid of information, but it was nice to know that they still remembered him. He had even received a letter from Lupin, who he knew was probably grieving as much as he himself was, and even though it was a very short letter, as though Lupin couldn't bear to talk about Sirius, Harry appreciated it very much.

"Tonks is here," growled Mad-Eye, startling Harry out from his thoughts, "Are you ready yet?"

"Yeah," muttered Harry, as a thought struck him, "What are you going to say to my aunt and uncle? And didn't Dumbledore say I had to stay here for the rest of the summer. Not that I want to," he added hurriedly.

Moody raised his eyebrows and his magical eye popped out of its socket. "Damn it," he said, "I'll take care of your aunt and uncle, but hurry up, Tonks is on duty again this morning."

Harry nodded and picked up his belongings and left the room, acknowledging Moody's comments, but also noting that nothing had been mentioned about Dumbledore. He walked down the stairs quickly and turned into the hallway, where Tonks, with sleek long black hair this morning, was waiting.

"Wotcha, Harry," she said, in her normal lively greeting, "Ready to take a Portkey off to headquarters?"

Harry put his luggage down onto Aunt Petunia's shiny waxed floor. "You bet," he said.

Tonks dug her hand into the pocket of her jeans, and after pulling several Chocolate Frog wrappers from them, produced a stripy sock with a hole in it. She held it out to Harry.

"Just hold the end of it," she told him, "It doesn't smell or anything, but it was the first Portkey I could get hold of this morning."

Harry pinched the edge of the sock and held his luggage close to him. He still thought it was quite amazing that a sock could carry him, his luggage, Hedwig and Tonks. But then again, a lot of things had seemed amazing when he first came to Hogwarts. Tonks was looking at her watch, which quite surprisingly looked like a digital watch, until Harry saw that it had been made by Terence Tempo's Timer Company. (I will think of a better name, It's just that all the names in HP have a Latin base, and I was extremely uninspired).

"Five, four, three, two, one..."

Harry remembered the jerking feeling just before he felt it. He saw a whirl of colours as they flew over the organized Muggle world, then his feet slammed into the ground and he stumbled, his luggage hitting him hard in the knee. He looked around for 12 Grimmauld Place.

It wasn't there.

The Portkey had been intercepted.

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