"Are you sure it was him?"

"How many times do I have to tell you Dung? Of course it was him; I'd recognise that voice anywhere." Tonks glared at the thief in annoyance and took a sip of her coffee.

"Took a minute for you too clue in didn't it?" Growled a voice from behind her. She turned and looked balefully at Moody, who limped into Grimmauld Place's dimly lit kitchen and sat down next to her, his magical eye spinning to the back of his head and his claw like hands reaching out to a cup of Mrs. Weasley's strongest brew.

"I can assure you that Harry Potter looks nothing like Harry Potter, my memory photo should have told you that Moody." Tonks snapped irritably, her patience was waning and her coffee cup was emptying fast.

"Leave her be Alastor." Lupin said wearily as he sat down, His greying head falling forward onto his arms in exhaustion. "Any luck?" Tonks asked quietly, Lupin made a negative noise in the back of his throat, not bothering to raise his head. She sighed.

"I don't know why you expect to have any, that boy is remarkably like another young person we all knew." Mundungus said matter-of-factly. Everyone looked at him.

"Harry is very much like his father…" Lupin said in a rather tight voice.

"Nah," The Crook yawned. "James was very much a Gryffindor through and through, Harry…well, let's just say he's isn't the only child who asked not to be put in Slytherin."

"Lily" Lupin said softly, lowering his head back to his arms. "Shit" then, "How the hell did you know that?" he said, his arms muffling his voice. Mundungus shrugged smirking, "Now, Now Remus" he tutted, "I wouldna' be any sorta decent man if I gave 'way all my secrets, specially when I wasn't s'posed to know myself." He grinned in a tired sort of way and chewed on the end of his pipe.

Lupin sighed, and resumed contemplating sleeping, and decided against it-he was just too damn tired.

"He looks like a girl." Bill Weasley stated; the grin evident in his voice.

"Shouldn't you be teaching?" Tonks asked, her cheeks coloring for some reason. Bill shrugged and leaned against the long table, looking bored. "Classes finished over an hour ago, thought I'd visit." He held the memory photos of Harry in his hands and looked at his laughing face critically. "Who's the young chap he's with, a muggle?"

"A young man who smashed right into Severus yesterday, much to my amusement." Lupin said, raising his head and looking at the other man. "He said he was with his aunt's roommate…" he trailed off. Bill frowned thoughtfully, looking at Harry's grinning face. "You know, there hasn't been any sign of him using magic, the Ministry would have his head. Do you think another wizard is helping him?"

"At least one of you lot is thinking things through!" Moody growled, his eye spinning dizzily in annoyance. Mundungus, Tonks and Lupin rolled their eyes as Bill chuckled. "Well, it's just a thought, but it must have took a powerful wizard to transport those Death Eaters into Dumbledore's office, without the Professor knowing. Though, he did find the incident to be highly amusing."

"What makes you think that has anything to do with Harry?" Tonks asked, yawning.

Bill shrugged, and it was Lupin who answered.

"There was a note, it wasn't in his handwriting, but Dumbledore did a magic sweep of it and found his fingerprints there. The magic trace he performed didn't show too much, just that it traveled from London."

Bill poured himself some coffee and smirked. "He really is quite good at covering his tracks, I'm rather surprised. He never seemed to be that…well…Slytherin."

"I'd thank you not to compare Potter to the members of my house Mr. Weasley." Sneered Snape from the doorway of the kitchen.

Bill's smirk turned into a grin 'Sorry Snape, just trying to dissect the mind of the Boy-Who-Lived."

"Good Luck." The man snorted. "Lupin, Dumbledore wishes for us to go back to London, there has been some Death Eater activity he wants information on." Snape glared at the werewolf while he drained his coffee cup and rose to his feet, biting back any insult he had as he saw the tired determination on the other man's face. They nodded to each other and, with a bleary wave from Lupin, left. Bill raised his eyebrow at the two men's retreat as Tonks sniggered into her mug. "Did I miss something?" The red head ask, tugging on his pierced lobe. Tonks gave him a rather goofy smirk. "You'll have to ask McGonagall, er…think of it as an office pool sort of thing…at any rate, she'll explain if you're willing to part with a few galleons" She returned to grinning at her coffee mug while Bill frowned, perplexed, Mundungus chuckled and Moody growled something that sounded suspiciously like "worse than hormonal teenagers".

Bill Weasley laughed.

Harry hit his head against his desk again, the audible thump made Dawn wince slightly, though her lips were quirked in amusement.

"So..." thump! "Bloody Stupid..." thump! "..Think they would have given up by now..." thump! "Thanks a lot Dumbledore! Thump! Thump! Harry raised his head and rubbed it, not feeling remotely better. "So there still looking for you, you all ready knew that, Harry, what's the problem?" Dawn asked casually, studying her fingernails.

"The problem, if you must know, is that it will be close to Christmas by the time that bloody potion finishes its maturation period, and I still haven't filled all the protection orbs." He gestured vaguely to the cauldron in the centre of the room and to the remaining orbs floating on the bookshelf. "And it's not bloody safe! The fucking reason I left was so they wouldn't get hurt…no mo-more than they already are..." He rubbed at his eyes, which had started to prickle. Dawn frowned, looking grim.

"This is a tedious problem, if I must say…don't look at me like that! I'm just saying that eventually they will find you, panicking over it won't help very much…might burn a few calories, but that's about it." She looked at Harry, who wasn't looking very reassured, she sighed. "Look, you said that you were the one who had to kill Lord Voldemort, you're most likely the only person who can…Albus and this Snape fellow, they're looking for a soldier, are they not?" She smiled slightly when Harry gave a brief nod, looking miserable. She reached out and put her hand under his chin, forcing him to look at her. "Well then," she murmured; "It's only appropriate that they find a General, agreed?"

Harry blinked, and nodded again, his face looking determined. "I'm gonna go for a walk…clear my head." He stood up, feeling rather shaky. Dawn smiled at him and told him to cover his scar; the makeup had worn off while he was using his head as a drumstick. 'She's right though,' he thought as he shrugged into his black jumper, and walked out of the flat into the night. 'All I am to Dumbledore is a tool…something to be controlled….used…the only weapon against Voldemort… of course…that means he's mine for the taking…and if I'm right…' Harry grimaced as he turned into a small side alley, carefully avoiding some trash cans, he didn't want to trip over any rats.

CRASH!!

Harry ducked behind a dumpster as two men dashed past him, muttering in voices that were very familiar.

"Lumos" Snape muttered, the narrow beam of light from his wand searching the old alleyway. "Are you alright?" He turned to the other man, who was cursing. "Fine, bloody trash cans, so much for being quiet, do you see anything?" Lupin asked; his voice slightly hoarse. Something constricted in Harry's stomach, and he huddled closer to the trash, barely daring to breath. Snape answered in the negative, his wand-light bouncing closer to Harry's hiding-spot, making him reach for the wand in his jean pocket, trembling.

"It's surprising to see you Severus…" Said a cold drawling voice at the alley's entrance, Both Snape and Lupin turned around slowly, Harry pulled up the hood of his jumper and peeked out of his hiding place, Lucius Malfoy stood at one end of the alley, while two Death Eaters blocked the other.

They were cornered.

'Oh, shitshitshitshit…' Harry mouthed silently to himself as he heard Malfoy disarm Snape and Lupin. 'I knew something like this would happen' He thought frantically. Part of him wanted to stay hidden, not reveal himself to his former professor, another-larger-part of him wanted to rip off the conceited smirk he knew Malfoy would be wearing. He knew what to do.

Harry pulled his knees up to his chest and making sure his hood covered his face, let out what he hoped sounded like a frightened whimper. He felt wand-light on him and heard one of the Death Eater shout out "Found a muggle!" A hand pulled him roughly to his feet and dragged him over to Snape and Lupin. Harry wrapped his arms around his waist and concentrated, feeling the light brown of his hair turn back to black and a tingling in his eyes as his contacts became colorless.

"Now Severus, I'm disappointed in you, cavorting with werewolves and muggle children, I new you had betrayed us, but I never thought you would lower yourself to this." Malfoy leered unpleasantly at the pale man and turned to Harry. "Well, well muggle-boy! It seems you are in the wrong place at the wrong time…don't worry, you'll be the first to die, so why don't you lower your hood and meet your demise like a man." Malfoy reached out and yanked down the Harry's hood, only to see a head of jet-black hair, with a lightening bolt scar, and green eyes glittering back at him. Harry smiled.

"Boo"

And that's chapter 9! Actually, the way I wanted Harry to be found was completely different to what you're reading, but, I like this better. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, and don't forget to review this one! Stay tuned for next chapter, when Lucius gets his ass properly pounded, why he isn't in Azkaban, and a long awaited conversation between Moony and Harry.

Don't worry, Snape gets his piece in there too.