Dumbledore's office was filled with comfy chairs, holding a very morose group of young people. Harry looked pale, determined and grim. Neville's expression matched it. Fred and George looked lived. Hermione was sobbing softly into Ron's shoulder.

"How could they do that!" she sobbed, "he didn't do anything wrong! All those years he spied, and last year he was just a little boy."

Dumbledore nodded sadly. "I'm afraid Fudge will not give in, and he is the Minister," he sighed.

"It is, of course, ridiculous that Harry and I can't testify on Severus's behalf. True, family members aren't considered unbiased, but hardly any witness is! He just wants Severus out of the way, and he wants Harry and me discredited for going against his wishes. He will have Severus executed before we can get him out, even if we have Fudge removed from his office. It would be his final order."

Harry nodded. "Then we will have to allow ourselves to be discredited, while you work on removing Fudge, father," he said.

"I'm getting Severus out of there," he turned to the other teens, "and I'm going into hiding with him again. I could do with your help, but you must remember you will be discredited along with me if you help me with this."

All five raised their eyebrows at him.

"Don't be stupid," Fred said, "of course we will help."

"We don't care about Fudge and that toad," George nodded.

The other three nodded as well.

"You will need to prepare this well," Dumbledore warned, "and you can't go back to my summer house. If I am to go against Fudge, I cannot be associated with this. I can't be seen with you, I have to make sure my every move is accounted for. I will not be able to help you much, except through Fawkes. You would be on your own."

"We are Order members…" Fred started,

"We can do this," George finished.

"I know you can break him out and take him to safety. But he is no longer that six year old you knew," Dumbledore gently reminded them, "There is no way of knowing what condition he is in. He might remember last year, or he might not. Add to that the experience of waking up in Azkaban, alone and confused…" he bit his lip, wanting to be strong for the teens, and not letting them see his own fear for his son.

"I know," Harry said softly, "hopefully it will only be a short while before we can come out of hiding."

The others nodded. "We'll use the Room of Requirement to prepare," the twins said, "tomorrow night, we break him out."

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Severus Snape slowly opened his eyes.

What had happened?

Looking around, dizzy and weak, he began to recognize his environment.

Azkaban!

He groaned, and closed his eyes.

He had been with Voldemort…and then back with his parents…No. Not his parents.

Voldemort had found out he was a spy.

And then he had sat on Harry's lap, being read to.

Wait, that couldn't be right. He shook his head in confusion. When had Potter become Harry? Yet he couldn't bear to think of him as 'Potter' anymore.

When he was five he was living with Mother and Father. When he was eight he was also living with them.

But when he was six and seven he was living with Harry and Daddy.

Something was off, there. Harry hadn't been born yet when he was six. And the memories were much too strong to be childhood memories. Perhaps they had given him some kind of befuddlement draught?

But Harry's voice was so clear, reading to him. He could see Ron and Fred and George, playing Quidditch with him.

Voldemort appeared. Voldemort? What if he was summoned?

He pulled up his sleeve with great effort, and stared at the bare skin. No Dark Mark.

"I don't understand," he whispered.

"Harry? Daddy? Where are you? Father?"

Trying to make sense of the memories floating around, seemingly unconnected, in his mind, feelings overwhelmed him.

They had left him. He couldn't clearly identify even who 'they' were, but he knew what had happened. They had thrown him away. They didn't like him anymore.

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"Do you have it?"

"Yes, I do. I still don't see how a piece of rubber can help us, though."

"You'll see," Harry said quietly, "roll it out, on the ground. Make sure there's nothing sharp that can pierce it."

The twins obeyed.

"Inflatus," Harry muttered. Hermione didn't show any surprise, but the others had to stiffle their gasps as the rubber inflated to form a boat.

"Nev, are you ready?"

"Ready," the Gryffindor said as he levitated the boat towards the water.

Hermione and Ron muttered invisibility spells over everyone, even though they were all dressed in black already so they wouldn't be noticed.

"Fred, George?"

"Give us ten minutes…"

"and all guards will be at the main gate…"

"You will have approximately…

"Fifteen minutes to get in and out, once you see the fireworks."

"Ron? 'Mione?"

The two nodded, even though no one could see.

"We're keeping watch. If there is any reason you can't bring the boat back here, we'll let alert you. You have the coin?"

Harry pulled out a chain with his DA coin on it from his collar.

"Got it. When it burns, it means there's trouble and we should hide until it burns again."

Harry climbed into the rubber boat with Neville. They had charmed it so it was black, too.

"We better go if we want to be there when the Twins start their distraction," Neville said, and tapped the boat with his wand. It sped forwards towards the island prison.

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Fred and George slowly approached the gate, keeping quiet and low even though they were invisible.

"Remember to stay clear of the wards," Fred whispered.

"Of course, brother mine. It is nearly time. Shall we release the fireworks?"

"Be my guest, bro."

The fireworks exploded high in the air, and formed into sentences.

NEED A TOAD? CALL UMBRIDGE

FUDGE: ALWAYS STICKY

And

EUROPARLIAMENT: VOTE FUDGE.

Fred looked at George, an eyebrow raised.

"What?" George said innocently, "everyone knows countries ship their worst politicians off to Brussels!"

Fred rolled his eyes. "Golems ready?"

"Ready!"

They waited until a large group of guards had ran to the gate to se what was happening. Then they threw two small objects towards the group.

The objects exploded with a POP, like the sound of Apparating, and revealed two figures in black robes.

The guards yelled alarm, and went after the figures, who simply ran around, not doing anything, until they were finally Stunned and caught.

"They…they are dolls! Animated dolls!" one of the guards shouted.

Fred and George high-fived. "Test succesful. Portable Golems will be the newest edition to WWW's shop."

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"Point me, Severus Snape," Harry whispered. His wand pointed to a small window, high up in a prison tower.

"There he is," Harry nodded to Neville, "bring the boat under the window.

Neville skillfully managed the boat, and charmed it to stay in position.

"There are the fireworks…Harry, what on earth is Europarliament?" Neville asked bewildered.

"Have Hermione explain it later," Harry answered, "levitate me, please!"

"Wingardium Leviosa!" Neville concentrated as he levitated Harry higher and higher, until Harry reached the small window.

"He's in here," Harry called as loud as he dared, "bit lower, Nev!"

Dropping him a foot or three, Neville held Harry steady as the Vanquisher of Voldemort took out four peculiar stones from his pocket.

He stuck each stone on the wall, in the shape of a door.

"Evanesco," he said. The wall between the four stones vanished, leaving a hole big enough for Harry to step through.

Inside, he easily spotted the tight ball of hospital gown that huddled in a corner.

Harry carefully touched the trembling figure.

"Severus?"