A/N: I'm REALLY REALLY sorry for the long delay in updating my life's been a little hectic lately. Huge thank you to my only reviewer

PinkSparklez  I've changed chapter one so I hope it's easier to read now.

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Looking at his watch Harry saw that it was 5:45 pm, he only had 1 hour 15 minutes to stop his friends and protectors walking into a house full of deatheaters. At first he thought of the Knight bus but then he remembered that it had been decommissioned after the driver, Ernie had been attacked and Stan Shunpike put in Azkaban for deatheater activities. Harry stood by the wall for ten minutes periodically peering at the place he had called home for 17 years; there was no more movement however Harry couldn't take the risk. As he peered round for the fourth time Harry saw a cat sprint across the road into some bushes, and then it hit him: Mrs Figg. She had to have some way to communicate with the order of the phoenix somehow.

Leaving his invisibility cloak on and crouching slightly so his feet wouldn't show under the cloak he backtracked all the way to Mrs Figg's house. Praying she was home Harry rang the doorbell. There was no answer. Harry rang again several times in quick succession.

"Who's there?" he heard Mrs Figg say through the closed door.

"It's me Harry Potter; I've got my invisibility cloak on. It's an emergency." He called back trying not to be too loud.

"Prove it." Mrs Figg barked. Harry could see her squinting through the peep hole. Harry pulled the cloak off his face for a few seconds before putting it back on hurriedly. Harry heard lock clicking back and chains being removed before Mrs Figg opened the door just enough to let him through it. Harry pulled the cloak off as she shut the door and replaced all the locks.

Mrs Figg was stood in her bathrobe her hair under a shower cap looking worriedly at Harry; had the situation not been so serious Harry might have found it funny.

"What's wrong dear?" she asked.

"The dark mark," Harry said eliciting a gasp from Miss Figg, "It's over the Dursley's house and I thought I saw a deatheater inside. I'm supposed to be picked up in just over an hour by some of the order; they'll apparate straight into a ring of deatheaters with no idea." Harry said quickly.

"Oh my!" said Mrs Figg horrified as Tibbles mewed at her ankles. There was a silence for a while as both Harry and Arabella contemplated what could happen and what had already happened.

"Do you have a way to contact the order?" Harry asked. Mrs Figg shook her head as she led the way to the kitchen and began to make tea automatically.

"I've not really spoken to anyone since Albus…died. Minerva sent me an owl to tell me Albus left me his favourite tea cosy and an everlasting candle but that's the only contact I've had with anyone from the wizarding world." Putting a steaming mug of tea in front of Harry she sighed and Harry suddenly pitied the woman in front of him, she must have felt like he did every summer; like he didn't belong and she had felt it in the wizarding world as well as the muggle world.

"I can't let them walk into that house Mrs Figg." Harry said staring at his tea.

"Call me Arabella dear. And I wouldn't think for one second that you would, there has to be another option." Arabella said thoughtfully. "What about your owl?"

"She's delivering a letter, I told her to stay with Ron as that's where I'm supposed to be going." Harry answered

"There's that horrid bus…the…the…"

"…The knight bus." Harry finished for her. "It's not running anymore because of Voldemort and safety issues."

"Oh" Mrs Figg said before sipping her tea. Harry followed suit glad that at the very least Hedwig was safe, although it was poor consolation. Mrs Figg and Harry sat trying to think of a solution until what was left of their tea was cold. As she cleared away their mugs Arabella realised she was still in her bathrobe.

"Harry dear, why don't you sit in the lounge while I go and get changed?" Harry nodded before checking his watch, it was a quarter to 7, and he would have to leave in a few minutes if he were to help his friends at all.

Harry paced the length of the room until Mrs Figg returned and insisted he sit on the flower-covered sofa. As he sat on the sofa Harry felt something solid through his jeans, reaching into his pocket Harry found the mirror Hermione had given him for his birthday.

"How could I have been so stupid?" Harry asked himself aloud dumbfounded.

"What is it Harry dear?" Arabella asked.

"This mirror, Hermione gave it to me for my birthday, it's a communicator." Harry flipped it open and was disappointed to see the other three sections were dark. "Hello?" Harry called through the mirror hoping against hope that someone was carrying theirs with them. "Ron! Hermione! Ginny!" He yelled. After a few seconds of him calling, Ginny answered.

"What's wrong?"

"Ginny. Thank God! Has the group from the order left yet?" He asked hurriedly.

"They're leaving now. What's wrong?" Ginny asked concerned

"I need to speak to them now!" Harry insisted.

"They'll be there in a minute Harry."

"NO! They can't, you've got to stop them and I'll explain everything later. Please Ginny." He pleaded.

"Ok" Ginny ran downstairs to the kitchen "Dad!"

"What is it Ginny dear? Your father has to go pick up Harry." Molly Weasley said intercepting her daughter.

"Harry says you can't go." Ginny called to her father over her mother's shoulder.

"What? When?" Arthur Weasley asked, the entire group paying close attention.

"Here." Ginny said handing her father the mirror before being ushered back upstairs.

"Mr Weasley. You can't go to privet drive." Harry said urgency evident in his voice. "It's full of deatheaters!"

"What?" Arthur asked worriedly. "Tell me from the beginning"

"Well I was out walking earlier when I heard an explosion; I turned around and saw…the dark mark." Harry paused as Mr Weasley turned white and looked at him in horror.

"It was over your home?" Harry nodded

"I put on my invisibility cloak and went to the street, I'm sure I saw a deatheater in the window just for a second."

"Are you safe Harry? Where are you? Oh my!" Harry heard her say in the background.

"I'm ok Mrs Weasley. I'm at Mrs Figg's." Harry explained knowing she could hear him.

"I told you to call me Arabella." Mrs Figg reminded Harry.

"I need to contact Remus. Harry stay where you are we'll come and get you soon." Arthur said. "Keep your mirror open okay?"

"Sure Mr Weasley." Harry said before the older man signed off. Harry turned to Mrs Figg "Do you mind if I stay here a while?" he asked out of politeness.

"No, no of course not dear." Mrs Figg said immediately. Mopsey settled herself on Harry's lap and they sat in a tense silence once more before there was a sound a like a whip cracking and Harry shot up, wand out, tipping Mopsey onto the floor.