Harry sat up sharply when he heard the front door open, admittedly very quietly, but the house was deathly silent. The Dursley's were out, not just out, away for the weekend. They'd left Harry a loaf of bread and a few cans of soup and baked beans, but had conveniently forgotten to leave a can opener, a bucket to relieve himself, and a two bottles of water and had locked him in. Fred had definitely been wrong when he'd said he'd be seeing him sooner than he thought.

The door downstairs closed loudly and there was a muttered curse. Or maybe not, Harry thought with a grin as he stood up and walked over to his door. Apart from the loud crashing of kitchen utensils this scenario was vaguely familiar to the one last year when the order members had come to take him to Grimmauld Place.

Harry frowned as he realised he'd really rather stay here. He really had no reason to leave did he? Seeing as the one thing that was a headquarters last year and would be his main reason for returning was no longer there . . . or anywhere. Quietly he tiptoed back to his bed and sat down silently. Maybe they'd think he'd gone with the Dursleys, maybe they'd just leave.

Harry rolled his eyes at his own stupidity and got up and made his way over to the windows unlocked them and threw them open. Grabbing his wand off of his bedside table, and a jumper off of his chair, he climbed out of the window onto the porch roof. As quietly as he could he shut the windows behind him and slid across to the drain pipe. It looked, sturdy . . . ish. Well, Harry wasn't very heavy really, it'd take his weight, he hoped. Carefully, he slid down the pipe, making as little sound as he could, eventually his feet were once again on solid land. Why hadn't he been doing that all summer? It wasn't that difficult!

He ran down the path and began his way up the street.

"Harry." He heard someone hiss as he passed the alleyway that led into Magnolia Crescent before someone grabbed his arm roughly and pulled him into the shadows. The person muttered Lumos and he found him face to face with -

"Jas." He breathed in relief.

"Go back in the house now." She said urgently.

"Why? Wha-" he stopped as he took in her appearance, disturbingly familiar black robes, and a hint of a white mask was visible sticking out of her left pocket. "You . . . you're . . ." he stuttered in horror as she looked sadly at him and nodded.

"Harry-"

"Get away." he growled and stumbled backwards. He stopped dead when he heard heavy breathing near to them.

"Nox." Jas muttered. Harry tense with fear found that he couldn't move, a friend turned death eater in front of him and an unseen foe behind, he didn't know which way to turn. He sighed with relief however when he heard the familiar 'clunking' of a wooden leg on the concrete path.

"Potter." He heard the welcome voice of Mad-Eye Moody growl.

"Professor." He managed to choke out.

"Lumos. What do you think you're doing out-" he stopped as he saw Jas.

"Black." He muttered.

"The last and most beautiful." She smiled and with a last glance at Harry disappeared with a resounding 'crack'.

"C'mon Potter, before we run into any more Death Eaters. Lupin has a port key, he's just round the corner."

Harry nodded mutely and managed to draw his eyes away from the spot where Jas had just disappeared from. Black? He thought in confusion.

"Sir I-"

"Not now." Moody muttered. "Put this on." he said throwing an invisibility cloak at him, he couldn't tell if it was his or Moody's, but pulled it over his head regardless.

When they came round the corner Harry gasped in horror. Fred and Lupin were standing side by side outside number four, duelling with three death eaters. He heard Moody curse as he too began to throw curses at their assailants. Every hex they threw hit an invisible barrier and the death eaters were left unaffected and able to continue to throw much nastier spells back.

"Fred!" Harry shouted as he was hit in the chest with a stunner and fell to the ground unconscious. Harry realised that he had, although still invisible, just given away his position to the death eaters who had all turned to face the direction his voice had come from. His eyes widened as he saw two more black clad figures come up behind the others and widened even more when those figures shot stunning spells as the unshielded backs of their comrades.

"What are you waiting for Potter?" one of the figures drawled. "Get over there." The familiar voice said pointing at Lupin, Moody and the fallen Fred. Harry pulled off the cloak and ran towards the others. Harry opened his mouth to say something but Lupin spoke first.

"Touch this on the count of three. One" he said holding up a muggle crisp packet. "Two." Moody grabbed Fred's hand and pulled it towards the port key. "Three." He said and they all touched the port key simultaneously, and Harry felt the familiar sensation of a hook being jerked behind his navel as Privet drive disappeared in a nauseating whirlwind of colour.

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