A/N: This book may suspend disbelief a little on how FitzSkimmons figure everything out. But in my defense, this is a really hard book to work with, as so much happens by pure luck or through stupid, but fortuitous mistakes. Occurrences that would never occur for FitzSkimmons. So while I think some of the conclusions FitzSkimmons jump to may be a bit of a stretch for even them to be able to make, I had to do something to make the story come together and a win actually be possible. So this certainly isn't the book I'm happiest about, but I tried.

A/N 2: And the 0-8-4 is decaying, so they're remembering more from reality, having read the book, probably numerous times since book 6, planned exactly how they would do things if they could remember.

Fitz opened the lab door and found himself staring at not just Simmons and Daisy, but also a wide assortment of Order of the Phoenix members and related wizards.

Immediately knowing that they weren't in Shield Headquarters or Kansas anymore, Toto, all three of them hurriedly looked around themselves to see where they had landed, quickly taking in that they were at the Dursley residence on Privet Drive, standing at the back door and in the backyard. Improvising like the professional spies they were, Simmons and Daisy threw themselves into Fitz's arms, so it'd seem like they were all happy to see each other again, and not momentarily confused as hell.

Above them, Hagrid said, "All righ', Harry? Ready fer the off?"

"Uh, yeah," replied Fitz, scrambling through his memories to remember what the half-giant was talking about.

"Yeah, well let's get undercover," said Mad-Eye gruffly.

Leading everyone into the kitchen, FitzSkimmons quickly remembered everything they needed to know not to be conspicuous — amongst which was the fact that the original plan of side-by apparation had been changed to something as of yet unexplained.

As they all settled into the kitchen, Tonks sidled her way up to the Simmons' side of Fitz (his wives of course standing right on either side of him), and reached her hand across Simmons to hold up a shiny ring in front of them, and said excitedly, "Guess what?"

"You two got married? Congrats!" replied Simmons, turning and hugging the younger girl tightly.

But before Tonks could say anything more, or Fitz and Daisy could give the auror a hug, Mad-Eye interrupted, "All right, all right, we'll have time for a cozy catch-up later. As Dedalus probably told you when he came to pick up your relatives, we had to abandon Plan A. Pius Thicknesse has gone over, which gives us a big problem. He's made it an imprisonable offense to connect this house to the Floo Network, place a Portkey here, or apparate in or out. All done in the name of your protection, to prevent You-Know-Who getting in at you. Absolutely pointless, seeing as your mother's charm does that already. What he's really done is to stop you getting out of here safely.

"Second problem: you're underage, which means you've still got the Trace on you. Which means if you, or anyone around you, casts a spell to get you out of here, Thicknesse is going to know about it, and so will the Death Eaters. We can't wait for the Trace to break, because the moment you turn seventeen you'll lose all the protection your mother gave you. In short, Pius Thicknesse thinks he's got you cornered good and proper."

"Is anyone watching the perimeter around us? Can we literally just walk out of here?" asked Daisy. "They're expecting magic because we're all wizards — what if we don't use magic at all?"

"The new plan is to use the only means of transport left to us, the only ones the Trace can't detect, because we don't need to cast spells to use them: brooms, thestrals, and Hagrid's motorbike," carried on Mad-Eye as if she'd never spoken, in large part because he was a wizard and it made no sense to him to not use magical means to escape other wizards. "The one thing we've got on our side is that You-Know-Who doesn't know we're moving you tonight. We've leaked a fake trail to the Ministry that you're not leaving until the thirtieth. However, this is You-Know-Who we're dealing with, so we can't rely on him getting the date wrong, and even so he's bound to have a couple of Death Eaters patrolling the skies in this general area, just in case.

"So to get around that, we've given a dozen different houses every protection we can throw at them. They all look like they could be the place we're going to hide you, they've all got some connection with the Order: my house, Kingsley's place, Molly's Auntie Muriel's — you get the idea. And six of us are going to polyjuice into you, each headed towards a different safehouse. Once there, we will each portkey to The Burrow, which is the final destination. Understand?"

"Or…Harry, Hermione, and I could each polyjuice into the nearest three person family, Tonks could just metamorph herself to be our bodyguard, and we steal their car and drive out of here, going to a completely muggle location, where you deliver a portkey to us so we can — well, portkey...I guess that's the verb form of that word as well — to The Burrow," replied Daisy. "And the rest of you can still do your multiple Potters thing as a distraction if you like, more confusion is better after all in a sleight of hands — but it'll never even cross their narrow minds that the suburban family literally driving a car out of their trap is actually us. Because they're all wizards and they don't understand cars, or thinking three dimensionally."

"Oh, and one thing she forgot to mention," Fitz piped in casually, "unless you can give us a damn good reason that this isn't far better than your plan, we're telling you that this is what we're going to do, not asking you. We have three wands your entire plan hinges on us not using right here and now, and if we're being perfectly honest, we like our chances in a war against you before apparating out once we've killed or incapacitated all of you. We're already all on the Ministry and Riddle's hit list, and we trust that we can outrun, outfight, and most importantly outthink Riddle better than you can. We're kind of experts at surviving when the institution we used to trust in is trying to kill us."

"And Ronna's plan is essentially what you did for the Dursley's," Simmons added coolly. "So you obviously think it's pretty safe, or else you're all sadistic cunts who wanted to see Harry's relatives die a cruel and painful death at Riddle's hands — anyone want to come forward and confess to that?"

When everyone just stared or glared at them for several seconds, Daisy gripped Fitz's hand in hers (which in turn made him slip his fingers into Simmons') and slowly pulled out her wand, lightly holding it pointed up at the ceiling.

"All it would take is a few harmless sparks, maybe make a lily or daisy come out of the end of my wand, and Riddle, an army of Death Eaters, and an army of his Ministry minions descend upon on this house, and the war starts right here and now — so I'd suggest you think real long and hard about the next thing you say."

"You would die as well," said Mad-Eye with an obvious air of attempted delicacy.

"Or any of the three of us could apparate out of here at any moment without any kind of warning, and leave you all to deal with the attack on here as we try fairing on our own for the four days until the Trace drops and we can escape for good, to somewhere none of you as wizards would ever guess," answered Daisy.

Deathly silence reigned for several seconds, before Tonks' voice said hesitantly from beside them, "If I may?"

"Be our guest," answered Simmons, lightly taking Tonks's hand in her own as if in encouragement, but in reality to take her along with them in case Daisy really did decide to apparate out of there, to give them an auror with them.

"They have a point, Mad-Eye," Tonks said, looking at the Order leader. "We expect them to be circling the skies, because that is the only magical way out of here, and they know it. And I would never agree to walking out of here looking like ourselves, because it's still too risky even if they aren't watching the ground, but you do have an entire supply of polyjuice potion here with us, and I am a metamorphmagus. If you take everyone else, maybe minus Dung since he doesn't want to do this in the first place, and run four Potters instead of seven — with you, Kingsley, and the best Potter going as three to make y'all the most likely real Potter, and chased hardest by the circling Death Eaters, where you can give them living hell, and remove a handful of his scum from the earth."

This time when Simmons squeezed Tonks' hand, it really was purely in thanks and appreciation.

Mad-Eye stared at them long and hard, before saying, "Kingsley?"

"They do have a point, Alastor," Kingsley replied in his deep voice. "I don't particularly like it, since it's not planned out, but as far as the plan itself goes, I think it probably is as good or maybe even better than ours. And it will definitely not be what He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named is expecting."

Mad-Eye nodded a few times to himself, clearly still thinking hard, before finally saying, "Alright then. We'll do it your way. But where will you go for us to deliver the portkey to you?"

As FitzSkimmons looked at each other, Tonks thankfully answered for them.

"I'll patronus you the location — far enough away from Harry that it won't register — on the way. It'll be safer that way anyway, as none of you will know until you've reached safety, so they won't be able to get it out of you if any of you unfortunately get captured. And speaking of far enough away, what actually is the range around Harry's Trace? How far away do I need to go to be able to use magic and it not be picked up? Because I assume it's up to me to go stun and modify the memories of the muggles we need hair from and who's car we're taking, since I can metamorph and blend in."

"I'm still not liking this plan," said Mad-Eye shaking his head, "but the Trace only works within ten meters of the underage wizard — which already seems excessive given the fact I'm not sure how an underage wizard is going to produce magic ten feet away from their magical core, let alone ten meters, but that's the distance."

"Then any house will work." Turning to Fitz, she asked, "So which house is the best?"

"Number Fifteen Privet Drive — mum, dad, and seven and a half year old daughter," answered Fitz, tapping into Harry's memories. "They also have an early twenties female cousin who visits a lot, and I would expect to be in at least a few of their pictures as she seems to stay there days if not a week at a time quite often. For whatever reason it may be, I think it's a second home for her."

"Does your aunt ever go visit them?" asked Tonks. "For me to impersonate? Or would someone have seen them leaving and wonder what she's doing back?"

"The family in question wouldn't have — can't you just disillusion yourself to walk over there, and then reappear as Petunia as you walk up the drive?"

"Oh — true. Alrighty then, be back shortly," said Tonks, before walking out of the room.

Ten minutes later she backed the neighbors' car into the Dursley's driveway, and walked back into the house looking like the cousin. The rest of the plan was quickly set into motion, with FitzSkimmons turning into the down the street neighbors (Fitz the dad, Daisy the mom, and Simmons the seven and a half year old daughter), and the twins, Fleur, and Lupin all into Harry Potter. Hagrid would be taking Fred, Arthur taking George, Bill taking his nearly-wed fiancé Fleur, and Mad-Eye and Kingsley taking Lupin, hoping the three of them could draw most of the fight if there was one.

Once looking like the owners of the car, FitzSkimmons quickly shuffled the three extra brooms they weren't going to be using for the escape into the car's boot, in case Simmons, Daisy, or Tonks needed them at some later point. They also stored Harry's trunk and Firebolt in there, but Hedwig they told to go out for her nightly feast, before flying to The Burrow in the morning and staying there until they came for her.

But finally, they congregated back inside with everyone to go over the plan one last time. Eventually, Mad-Eye finally ran out of topics of conversation to delay the inevitable of Harry Potter leaving on his own, Lupin and Tonks gave each other a long kiss goodbye that was only broken when Mad-Eye gave an impatient cough, and the two parties went their separate ways — the wizards into the backyard, and FitzSkimmonymphy out the front door to their waiting chariot.

As Fitz and Daisy shoved their way out the door to get to the car first, Simmons and Tonks followed behind at a more reasonable pace, like actual adults — which was a little ironic, considering Simmons looked like a seven and a half year old, and Tonks was the youngest of the four of them. But Fitz was absolutely not going to let Daisy drive them out of there, as she was too used to driving on the 'wrong' side of the road.

"Harry! I'm the better driver, and you know it!" Daisy hissed as she tried to use her claws on the back of Fitz's hand that was already wrapped around the door handle.

"Yes, and all your experience is driving on the wrong side," growled Fitz, as he tried to hip bump Daisy away from the driver's side door he had a death grip on the handle of. "Whereas I grew up on this side."

"Yeah, well, I went to the correct side of the car, didn't I!"

"Sweetie, let him drive," came Simmons' voice placatingly from the other side of the car. "I never let him drive if I can help it, but he can drive. And he's the one who actually knows these roads, and we don't have iMaps or even an old-school gps to guide you."

"You and Harry could be my gps," grumbled Daisy, but with a final hip check of her husband, she obediently walked around to other side of the car and climbed into the front passenger seat.

All the while, Tonks stared at them like they were crazy, not understanding anything they were saying and mostly just glad they said they knew how to drive, as her own skills weren't the most prodigious, even if she had successfully moved the car three houses down the street.

Once they were all settled in the car and driving out of Little Whinging, Simmons turned to Tonks and said, "Sorry about that. They're both good drivers, and honestly Ronna would be better if we got into a sticky situation, but I don't expect there's any Death Eaters who know how to drive a car that well, if there's any who know how to drive at all, all of them being purebloods with a few half-bloods sprinkled in, all of whom grew up purely magical, and Harry definitely knows the roads better."

"Yeah, yeah, rub it in that your husband gets to drive instead of me," Daisy groused from where she sat slouched in the passenger's seat, before looking over at Fitz and asking, "So where are we going, oh Mr Knows-All-the-Roads-and-is-the-Wife's-Favorite?"

"Mum's house — or not actually her house, because she presumably wouldn't recognize me, and I'd only be ten or so, but near there," answered Fitz. "Find somewhere to stay, maybe take over an abandoned castle once we can do magic. Perfect hideout Death Eaters would never think to look for us in because they don't know it exists — they can never connect it to us no matter how long they try."

"So you're finally thinking along the same lines as me — good boy," smirked Daisy, reaching over to pat his arm. "Skip The Burrow entirely, and start our mission right away."

"The Burrow just feels like too much of a trap — or what could too easily become a trap," replied Fitz. "And we're in the middle of escaping one trap right now, I don't feel like walking straight into another one. Out of the frying-pan, into the fire."

"How are we going to actually survive until we can use magic, though?" asked Simmons. "Like money? I have a little on me, but most of what I took from my parents' is in my little beaded bag at The Burrow, since Her—, I mean, since I didn't know we were going to be changing the plan like we did. And speaking of that bag, it would be really good to get it, it has a lot of useful stuff crammed in it — it's a purse on steroids, Doctor Who style."

"Smaller on the outside?" teased Daisy.

"You know it — but no kitchen, and no materials for a quiche, either," Simmons smirked right back. "And probably no swimming pool in the library."

"It was in its own room again the last time we saw it," replied Fitz.

"There could have always been more than one, the infinite one in it's own room that we didn't get a long enough glimpse of, and one deeper in the library that Clara didn't make it to."

"Uh, you know that none of that is part of the plan you told everyone, right?" interrupted Tonks from behind Fitz.

"It was part of mine, and my hubby and wife suspected it the whole time," answered Daisy. "And Hermione knows how to alter memories and such, so if we have to do that to you we will, but we're hoping you won't force our hand. The Order's well intentioned, but as you can tell from their plan versus ours, not necessarily the best when it comes to this kind of thing. Whereas we actually are. Also, we know what we need to do, and where we need to go for that, and it's not The Burrow, ever — although it is a good place for Hedwig to live, since we don't want an identifiable owl flying to and from wherever we end up. And lastly, the Death Eaters will expect us to go to somewhere under the Order's protection, and will have their focus entirely on those places, and never think to look anywhere else, especially anywhere muggle. And honestly, The Burrow really seems like it will be the first place the Death Eaters look, since that's where Harry always goes — he's literally never once been to any of the other places the Order's trying to make look like potential safehouses. They may be connected to the Order, but they're certainly not connected to Harry."

"So you're going where, and doing what, exactly?" asked Tonks.

"I'm afraid both of those have to remain classified, now matter how pretty you are and how much we like you," answered Fitz. "But for the time being we're going to drive, and once we get a few hours away, and the polyjuice has of course worn off, we can start rotating drivers since we'll all look like adults again, and we won't have a seven year old driving."

"And a half," teased Simmons with a smirk.

"And a half," said Fitz. "But assuming we can scrape up enough money for gas, and ideally food, though only you, Tonks, really need that if push comes to shove, we can drive for a long time. And speaking of you, if you go a little bit away from us, you should be able to use just enough magic to be able to get us enough food and money to make it until Wednesday, right? We've got Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday we need to survive."

"But Tonks, you don't have to, and I'm not even sure should, stay with us that long," said Simmons. "You certainly will need to tell the Order about our betrayal and that we're safe, but if you can just get us some money and food, you really should probably go back to your husband and the Order — the less that seems out of the ordinary, the more likely it is that Riddle will believe we're at one of the safehouses."

"Unlike most wizards, as aurors we're trained to be able to survive in the muggle world," answered Tonks. "I can get you your money and food."

~FSK~

Meanwhile, in the skies above Privet Drive, all hell was breaking loose with a passion.

The Order had barely risen into the sky when they found themselves surrounded by thirty Death Eaters, all trying to kill them. The four teams immediately shot off in four completely opposite directions, hoping to spread the Death Eaters out as much as possible. Curses whizzed through the air from both sides, lighting up the night sky in an array of red, green, blue, and violet spells that sizzled and crackled through the air like miniature bolts of lightning.

As they had hoped, Riddle went straight after Mad-Eye, Kingsley, and Lupin-Harry, who after the initial shock of finding an army waiting on them, were prepared and ready to fight. Riddle stuck with them all the way until they finally crossed the threshold of the nearest portkey house in their direction, but with two of the greatest aurors who'd ever lived and a third prodigious fighter, they held him off and killed several of his Death Eater minions in the process.

A similar pattern was being repeated on the other three fronts, with neither Arthur/Fred nor Bill/Fleur being able to kill Snape or Bellatrix/Rudolph respectively (though Rudolph did suffer a nasty injury from Fleur), but several lesser Death Eaters biting the dust from a couple hundred feet above said dust, before all three teams, Hagrid/George included, disappeared through the enchantments they had headed for.

But eventually they all made it alive to The Burrow, the only major injury being Fred's ear cursed clean off by Snape's Sectumsempra. After the portkey from Mr and Mrs Tonks' that Harry and Hagrid were scheduled to arrive on thudded to the grass Harry-less, as each new pair arrived Mrs Weasley hounded them for information on where Harry was. But as none of them wanted to be the one to have to tell her that the plan had changed, and they had driven out as muggles and only Tonks knew where Harry and her older daughter were, they simply — and honestly — said that they didn't know, that they had been ambushed as soon as they lifted off, and didn't know where anyone was.

Finally Mad-Eye, Kingsley, and Lupin landed, and Mrs Weasley stormed her bulk up to them, demanding to know where Harry was.

"We changed the plan again once we got there," Mad-Eye answered gruffly. "And a good thing, too, as You-Know-Who clearly expected us. But he, Hermione, and Ronna are all with Tonks, and weren't in the battle we just had to fight through, so they're better off than we were. And Tonks will send a patronus whenever they feel it's safe enough, so until then we wait — preferably with full glasses of firewhisky."

As one might have expected, Mrs Weasley did not take this news well. But eventually, Mad-Eye, Kingsley, Arthur, and Lupin combined calmed her down enough to agree to go back inside with everyone and have a drink and wait on news from Tonks, as it really was the only thing that they could do.

Once she had begun leading everyone inside for drinks, Kingsley looked over at Mad-Eye and asked quietly, "Do you really think they made it out safely?"

"You-Know-Who was definitely expecting us to move him according to our plan, so I would say it was highly unlikely that they were watching the roads for four muggles in a car," answered Mad-Eye in his normal growl. "So all in all, I'd say their chances are pretty good — better than ours were, anyway, and we all made it back in mostly one piece."

"That was quite a clever plan for a seventeen year old to think of," said Kingsley. "Rather puts us to shame."

"Yeah, well, I'll relax slightly when I hear from Tonks that they're safe, and be happy when they're all safely here," growled Mad-Eye. "And speaking of hearing from people, I need to send patroni to everyone who's portkeys we didn't use before I join you all inside."

~FSK~

Three hours after they started driving, Fitz pulled into a petrol station.

It was their first stop since leaving London, and they were far enough away from civilization and other cars that Fitz had finally decided that it was safe enough to let his younger wife be behind the wrong-sided wheel. Both she and Simmons had taken cat naps once they'd got past where Tonks thought the Death Eaters' widest net could possibly be so Daisy would be fresh enough to take several hours of driving, before it became Simmons turn to drive the last bit to the town Fitz had grown up in, a drive she'd made numerous times with him during their Academy and Sci-Ops years.

But this was going to be it for Tonks, who was already getting worried that they'd taken too long before she made contact, and the Order would be paralyzed with fear that something bad had happened to them. But Daisy had insisted that they get well away from anywhere Harry might actually go, and so this was going to be their separation point — just as soon as she went into the gas station and bewitched some free food and money out of the cash register for FitzSkimmons to survive three days on before they could use magic.

And so as Fitz pumped gas, she headed inside to do exactly that. Returning a few minutes later, she handed Simmons several bags of food, along with the cash. "I don't know what you're planning, but do take care of yourselves and best of luck. You know where we are if you need us, and I'm sure you're resourceful enough to get in contact should you want to."

"Thank you, Tonks. And thank you for supporting us on the plan," replied Simmons, giving her a hug.

When Fitz and Daisy had each given her their goodbye's and hugs, Tonks walked off into the darkness to apparate away, as Daisy drove off into the night.

~FSK~

Everyone was worriedly sitting around The Burrow living room as Mrs Weasley nervous-cooked in the kitchen, when there came a light knock on the front door.

"Who's there?" growled Mad-Eye, pointing his wand at the door.

"Nymphadora Tonks," answered Tonks.

Once security questions were exchanged, Mad-Eye let the young auror in, where she immediately threw herself into her husband's arms, who had joined Mad-Eye at the door since Kingsley had already apparated away to return to the Prime Minister.

"Where's Harry?!" shouted Mrs Weasley as she bustled into the room.

"They're all safe — we made it out without any trouble whatsoever," Tonks answered to Mad-Eye and Lupin. "But turns out their plan never actually involved coming here. So they're on their own now."

"What do you mean he's not coming here?!" screeched Mrs Weasley. "And what do you mean, their plan?! The Order crafted the perfect plan to get him here safely!"

"Not so perfect if You-Know-Who was sitting up there waiting for it," growled Mad-Eye. Looking directly at Tonks, he elaborated, "They were sitting up there just waiting on us. They knew when and how we were moving Harry, though they didn't seem to be expecting the multiple Potters trick."

"Oh, that's terrible!" Tonks exclaimed all aghast. "Is everyone safe?!"

"Fred lost an ear to Snape, but everyone's alive and essentially good," Lupin answered soothingly, rubbing her back as he continued to hold her.

"And Potter, Granger, and Weasley?" prodded Mad-Eye.

"I don't know where they're headed, Mad-Eye, honestly," said Tonks, turning in her husband's arms enough to face Mad-Eye directly. "I don't know if they were talking in code, or what, it didn't make any sense to me, and yet they all three clearly knew exactly what they were talking about. And honestly, even what I do know, what direction we drove in, I'm not telling so if any of us happen to get captured, or arrested by the Ministry — but I repeat myself — they can't even possibly get that bit of information out of anyone but me. And knowing them, they drove me in a completely different direction than they went as soon as we parted ways — it would be the smart thing. But what I'm trying to say is, they're as safe on their own as they would be here, where He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named's forces are bound to have on their list of most likely places we would be keeping him safe. And like Harry said on the drive, he didn't want to walk out of one trap right into another. They made it out of the trap You-Know-Who used to Ministry to place around Harry to begin with, and I have faith that they can stay hidden and alive until Harry can do magic, and then their chances only go up from there. They're not kids anymore, Mad-Eye, and from what you've told me they were some of the brightest ever when they were. They'll be fine, or as fine as any of us can be these days."

Mad-Eye and Lupin both nodded reluctantly, having a hard time disagreeing with her even if they still weren't happy about the situation.

Ginevra Weasley, however, who was standing nearby and had stopped hearing anything after Tonks had said that her boyfriend wasn't coming, finally found her voice and demanded angrily, "Who's stupid plan was this? Harry was supposed to be brought safely here where he could be protected!"

Deciding that it wouldn't matter as the three of them wouldn't be coming by The Burrow anytime soon, and no amount of Weasley could ever affect the connection she'd seen between the three of them, Tonks answered, "Your sister was the one to actually bring it up, but they where all in on it and knew what their plan was."

"And how do we know that plan wasn't to kidnap him?!" Ginevra shouted irately. "My sister or Hermione wanting my boyfriend all to herself, so they hatched this stupid plan that you all bought, to steal him away from me!"

"If it was, you lost him a long time ago, sweetheart," Tonks answered wryly. "I've never seen three people closer than them, even Lupin and I, or Bill and Fleur. And multiple times they referred to each other as husband and wives, and acted every bit the part except for any actual kissing while I was there."

"They what?!" exploded Mrs Weasley, who'd finally found her voice again after realizing that her perfect Ginny had a really good point about the muggleborn girl kidnapping her Harry. "Ronna's not married to Harry! And there is absolutely no way she would steal Ginny's boyfriend or date a guy who was already dating a girl! I taught her better than that! Harry and Ginny dated all of last year, and as soon as this war is over they're going to get married!"

"Yeah, that's definitely never happening," scoffed Tonks. "Like I said, I've never seen three people like them. You know the whole two become one idea? — They're three become one, and nothing either of you can ever say or do will ever change that. And while I did say that there was a lot that they were talking about that I didn't understand, that they're genuinely married isn't one of those things — believe me, I just spent three hours in a car with them."

"But when could this have possibly happened?" Lupin asked in genuine confusion. "Unless I heard wrong, Harry did date Ginny for the last month or so before Dumbledore's death, and wasn't Ronna dating some Gryffindor boy when she and Harry came here for Christmas last year?"

"No clue — but they talked and acted like they'd been married for years," answered Tonks with an 'I'm just repeating what I saw' shrug. "And before you say that's impossible — yes, I know. I met Harry two summers ago before his fifth year, and when we all gathered the night Dumbledore was assassinated I never would have guessed that they were dating, and that was only a month ago. But I'm telling you — they have a connection that I've never seen before. Who knows, maybe Hermione got her hands on a time-turner again, or never gave up the one she had in third year for classes, and they've been constantly repeating the days of the last month — it would explain why they certainly act like they're a lot older than sixteen/seventeen. I don't have a clue, I'm just telling you what I saw." Looking back and Mrs and Ginevra Weasley, she added, "And you two can rant and rave about it all you want, but I wouldn't be waiting up for those three to come by here again until You-Know-Who is dead. And when they do one day return, I would highly suggest that you support them, or there's every chance that they'll apparate right out of your backyard to America or Europe or some other country, and you'll never see them again as long as you live. They aren't the kind to be tested."

"How dare you —?!"

"Molly — this isn't Tonks' fault," Mr Weasley interrupted reluctantly, resting his hand gently on her arm.

Mrs Weasley looked like she didn't care in the least, and did in fact round on Tonks again to angrily demand, "Where are they? Where are they going?"

"Honestly don't have a clue — and with the way you're acting, I wouldn't tell you anyway," replied Tonks. And then turning to look up at her own husband, she said quietly, "You ready to leave?"

"Absolutely not young woman!" screeched Mrs Weasley, but after Mad-Eye grunted in Lupin's ear, "Go be with your wife", Lupin took Tonks by the hand and nodded.

As soon as they were out the door, Mad-Eye leaving with them as he no longer had any reason to be cooped up in The Burrow with an Irate Molly Weasley, Ginevra turned to her mother.

"Don't worry, dear," Mrs Weasley said in a hard tone not directed at her younger daughter. "I'll get your hero and future husband back for you. Just as soon as Bill's wedding is over and he and Fleur are taken care of, I'll get him back for you."