A/N: As always, I own nothing!

Chapter 2

The Escape Preparation

I woke up to my brother hissing "Fuck!" and our other room mate smacking me with a pillow.

"Come on, Han." Emily Harper Ravenwood said when I opened my eyes. "We gotta pack, the Order's coming soon."

I got up, knocking my black cat, Hellion off my lap as I took my bedding and crammed it into my trunk, I had a hunch that it would come in handy.

My name is Hannah Potter. Harry James Potter's twin sister and Emily Ravenwood's lovesick ally.

Yes, I said lovesick. I was hopelessly in love with a Death Eater by the name of Draco Lucius Malfoy.

"Han," Emily said as we started packing (I was packing everything thanks to the backpack that my friend Hermione Granger charmed for me to carry more than expected.) "how d'you think that we're getting out of here?" she asked.

I shrugged "Harry told me that Mad Eye Moody was coming to take us all by Side-Along Apparation." I explained "But I have a feeling that that plan's been eighty-sixed."

Emily nodded "That's a possibility. I'll take your word on that." she said "I'm not a Seer like you."

I smirked, remembering that I did have the ability to see into the future and make prophecies along with element magic and the ability to read minds.

Harry walked back from the bathroom his finger adorned with a small gash.

"Oh, for the love of Skinner, Harry." I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. "What'd you do this time?" I asked.

"That's the thing, I haven't the slightest idea." Harry said, digging through his trunk again and drawing something. "That's where the hell that went!" he said with a sigh, tossing the button to me.

I caught it with my Chaser's skill and looked at it. It was the Triwizard button that someone made up that flashed Support Cedric Diggory! and Potters Stink! for a big joke.

Joke was on whoever made the buttons. I won that Tournament.

"Smart ass." I said sarcastically, tucking the button into my backpack as a memento.

"Shut the hell up, Hannah!" Harry snapped defensively.

"Meow," I said, smirking "someone hasn't had their coffee this morning."

"You know I don't drink that stuff, Han, stop acting like a Slytherin." Harry retorted.

I rolled my eyes "I am a Slytherin!" I said for what felt like the millionth time.

Emily nodded "Yeah, Harry, you're outnumbered two to one." she said "In Hogwarts House and in gender."

I smirked and fist bumped Emily "Exactly." I said "Girls always come out on top."

"You two keep telling yourselves that. Call me when you ditch your maiden names for your married name." Harry said.

"Shut up!" Emily said, rolling her eyes. "That doesn't count!"

"Oh, yeah? Who's gotta fuck you to make the babies?" Harry asked.

"Who births the babies?" Emily asked.

"BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!" I screamed, lighting a fireball to get them to shut up. "Thank you." I said, dousing it with water before turning to Emily "Emmy, we got to continue packing." I said.

Emily nodded and we set back to work on packing.

Emily turned to me "You miss your owl, don't you?" she asked.

I nodded, my eyes welling with tears. I had given my snowy owl, Gwendolyn, to Draco to keep her safe.

"These tears aren't all for Gwen, aren't they?" Emily asked as I put my midnight blue Pygmy Puff, Ella Diablo (or just Diablo) in my leather jacket pocket.

I nodded, blinking the tears down my face.

"Malfoy?" Emily asked.

I sniffed "Is it that obvious?" I choked out.

Emily nodded, rolling her eyes "Han, it's you! You and Malfoy is like Harry and Quidditch, and your cousin and food."

I laughed "Good point." I said. "I guess I am predictable." I shrugged.

Emily nodded "Gee, you think?" she asked. "And I know for a fact that your next sentence will have some mention of Skinner."

"Oh, that's not true!" I snapped "Shut the Skinner - DAMN IT!" I sighed, burying my face in my arms. "You were right!"

"As always." Emily smirked.

I gave her a sideways look as I did up my rucksack.

Harry grinned at me "I'll be back, I'm going to try and nick some stuff from Dudley's snack stores." he said before walking out.

"Bring me back all the Oreos!" I called back to him.

"You got it, sis!" Harry shouted back before closing the door.

I grinned "Good, now I can bring Kreacher in here." I said before calling out "Kreacher!"

In the blink of an eye, there stood a saggy old house elf in a pillowcase toga, bowing down to me. That was my inheritance from my Godfather, Sirius Black. His house elf, Kreacher.

"Yes, Mistress?" Kreacher croaked.

"I have finished packing my rucksack with my clothes and the like, will you please take my trunk with you to Grimmauld Place until I can claim it again?" I asked.

Kreacher bowed. "Yes, Mistress Potter." he said, taking my trunk and Apparating away.

I grinned "I love house elves." I said, putting my backpack with my Nimbus 2001 and Hellion's cage.

"Amen." Emily replied, slinging her backpack over her shoulder and plopping on her cot "So…" she said "what are we gonna do when we go on the run?" she asked

I shrugged "I think that the first thing we should do is come up with a fake persona so if we get caught we have a pseudonym to use so whoever catches us won't know who we are."

"Good plan." Emily said "I'll go with Joannah Donnelly."

I face palmed myself "Dude, you know that's the name of a woman killed in Lucan, Ontario, Canada in the 1800s, right?" I asked.

"Now I do." Emily said, hanging her head.

I shrugged "I'm just going to cross that bridge when I come to it." I said. "I am absolutely no good with coming up with names on the spot, I need time to think it over."

Emily rolled her eyes "Yes, because creativity comes anywhere." she said sarcastically.

I ignored her tone "Exactly!" I said before continuing with the game plan as Harry came in and read that days' Daily Prophet. "I think that the first real thing we should do is find a secure base camp."

"Then get some money." Emily chided "We'll need it for food and stuff."

"Good call." I said, nodding to her. "Then we'll need to find a way to pass our days besides trying to survive."

"We could always take up hunting!" Emily said before lowering her voice "I've got a bow and a quaver of arrows that we can use. I actually have two, you can have the other one."

I beamed "Thanks!" I said "I've always wanted to learn to shoot a bow."

Emily laughed "No problem. It's really easy once you get the hang of it." she said before becoming serious "What do we do if we get split up?"

I shrugged "Try to find each other again, if not, we survive on our own, I guess." I said.

Emily dug into her Charmed backpack and handed me a bow and a quaver of arrows "If we're separating if we get split up, then I guess you should have these now. Consider them your early seventeenth birthday present from me."

I smirked "Thanks." I said. "But I don't think we'll be separated."

Emily beamed "Oh, I know, I'm just saying in the event of us being separated."

I nodded "Of course, we are speaking hypothetically." I said before becoming serious again "But, if we do get split up, and we wind up finding each other again…?" I asked.

"Oh, we'll just go back to where we left off." Emily promised "Like I'd leave the girl that saved my ass alone if I can help it!"

I smirked "Great, feelings mutual." I said, smirking as Harry ripped open the Prophet angrily.

Emily and I grinned at each other. Sure, she was almost forced to kill me, but hey, she was as good a girl as I was. She, like Draco was forced to join the Death Eaters.

"Fucking lying bitch!" Harry bellowed, his eyes burning with hatred.

"What?" I asked, turning to my brother, as if Emily wasn't even there.

"That Rita Skeeter bitch is at it again! She's wrote a book about Dumbledore! It's right here in the Prophet, read it if you don't believe me!" Harry bellowed, handing me the newspaper, which I started to read:

Dumbledore: The Truth At Last?

Coming next week, the shocking story of the flawed genius considered by many to be the greatest wizards of his generation.

Stripping away the popular image of serene, silver bearded wisdom, Rita Skeeter reveals the disturbed childhood, the lawless youth, the lifelong feuds and the guilty secrets that Dumbledore carried to his grave. Why was the man tipped for Minister for Magic content on begin a mere Headmaster? What was the real purpose of the secret organization known as the Order of the Phoenix? How did Dumbledore really meet his end?

The answer to these and many more questions are explored in the explosive new biography The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore by Rita Skeeter, exclusively interviewed by Betty Braithwaite page 13 inside.

I wrenched open the paper right to page thirteen and saw a familiar face that I loathed. Her long blonde hair was in elaborate curls, she was wearing jewelled glasses and flashing the camera to what she was probably thinking was to be a winning smile as she wiggled her fingers up at me.

That woman was Rita Skeeter, the bitch that revealed to the wizard world about me and Draco, or as the wizard world calls it 'Drannah'. She was the reason that Lucius Malfoy found us out. (I still had the magazine articles and newspaper clippings to remind me.)

That thought aside, I started reading Betty Braithwaite's interview.

In person, Rita Skeeter is much warmer and softer than her famously ferocious quill portraits might suggest. Greeting me in the hallway of her cozy home, she leads me straight into the kitchen for a cup of tea, a slice of pound cake, and, it goes without saying, a steaming vat of freshest gossip.

"Of course, Dumbledore is a biographer's dream." says Skeeter "Such a long, full life. I'm sure my book will be the first of very, very many."

Skeeter was certainly quick off the mark. Her nine hundred page book was completed a mere four weeks after Dumbledore's mysterious death in June. I ask her how she managed this super-fast feat.

"Oh, when you've been working in journalism as long as I have, working to a deadline is second nature. I knew that the wizarding world was clamouring for the full story and I wanted to be the first to fill that need."

I mention the recent, widely publicized of Elphias Doge, Special Advisor to the Wizengamot and long standing friend of Albus Dumbledore's, that "Skeeter's book contains less fact than a Chocolate Frog card."

Skeeter throws back her head and laughs.

"Darling Dogy! I remember interviewing him a few years back on merpeople rights, bless him. Completely gaga, seemed to think that we were sitting at the bottom of Lake Windermere, kept telling me to watch out for trout."

And yet Elphias Doge's accusations of inaccuracy have been echoed in many places. Does Skeeter really feel that four short weeks was enough to gain a full picture of Dumbledore's long and extraordinary life?

"Oh, my dear," beams Skeeter, rapping me affectionately across the knuckles "you know as well as I do how much information can be generated by a big fat bag of Galleons, a refusal to hear the word 'no' and a nice sharp Quick-Quotes Quill! People were queuing to dish the dirt on Dumbledore, anyway. Not everyone thought he was so wonderful, you know - he trod on an awful lot of important toes. But old Dogy Doge can get off his high Hippogriff because I've had access to a source that most journalists would swap their wands for, one who has never spoken in public before and who was close to Dumbledore during the most turbulent and disturbing phase of his youth."

An advanced publicity for Skeeter's biography has certainly suggested that there will be shocks in store for those who think that Dumbledore to have lead a blameless life. What were the biggest surprises she uncovered, I ask.

"Now, come off it, Betty, I'm not giving away all the highlights before anybody has bought the book!" laughs Skeeter "But I can promise you that anyone who still thinks that Dumbledore was as white as his beard is in for a rude awakening! Let's just say that nobody hearing him rage over You-Know-Who would have dreamed that he dabbled in the Dark Arts himself in his youth! And for a wizard who spent his later years pleading for tolerance, he wasn't exactly broad-minded when he was younger! Yes, Albus Dumbledore had an extremely murky past, not to mention that very fishy family, which he worked so hard to keep hushed up."

I ask whether Skeeter is referring to Dumbledore's brother, Aberforth, whose conviction by the Wizengamot for misuse of magic fifteen years ago caused a minor scandal.

I stopped reading and looked up "I didn't know Dumbledore had a brother." I said.

"Me either, but it could be a lie, keep reading." Harry said over my shoulder with Emily.

I nodded and kept reading.

"Oh, Aberforth is just the tip of the dung heap." laughs Skeeter. "No, no, I'm talking much worse than a brother with a fondness for fiddling about with the goats, worse even than the Muggle-maiming father - Dumbledore couldn't keep them hushed up, anyway, they were both charged by the Wizengamot. No, it's the mother and sister that intrigued me, and a little digging uncovered a positive nest of nastiness - but, as I say, you'll have to wait for chapters nine to twelve for full details. All I can say now is, it's no wonder why Dumbledore never talked about how his nose got broken."

"Now Dumbledore possibly had a sister?" I asked, my eyebrows raised.

"Again, could be a lie." Emily said "Keep reading, Han!"

I nodded continuing to read.

Family skeletons notwithstanding, does Skeeter deny the brilliance that led to Dumbledore's many magical discoveries?

"He had brains." concedes Skeeter "Although many now question whether he could take full credit for all his supposed achievements. As I reveal in chapter sixteen, Ivor Dillonsby claims he had already discovered eight uses of dragon's blood before Dumbledore 'borrowed' his papers."

But the importance of some of Dumbledore's achievements cannot, I venture, be denied. What of his famous defeat of Grindelwald?

"Oh, now, I'm glad you mentioned Grindelwald," says Skeeter with a tantalizing smile. "I'm afraid those who go dewy-eyed over Dumbledore's spectacular victory must brace themselves for a bombshell - or a Dungbomb. Very dirty business indeed. All I can say is, don't be too sure that there was a spectacular duel of legend. After they've read my book, people will be forced to conclude that Grindelwald conjured up a white handkerchief from the tip of his wand and came quietly!"

Skeeter refused to give any more away on this fascinating topic, so we turn instead to the relationship that will undoubtedly fascinate the readers more than any other.

"Oh, yes," says Skeeter, nodding briskly "I've dedicated a whole chapter to the Potters-Dumbledore relationship. It's been called unhealthy, even sinister. Again, your readers will have to buy my book for the whole story, but there is no question that Dumbledore took an unnatural interest in Harry and Hannah Potter from the word go. Whether it was really in the twins' best interests - well, we'll see. It's certainly no secret that the Potter twins have had a troubled adolescence."

I have asked whether Skeeter is still in touch with Harry Potter, who she so famously interviewed last year: a breakthrough piece in which Potter spoke exclusively on his conviction that You-Know-Who had returned.

"Oh, yes, we've formed a special bond." says Skeeter "Poor Potter has few real friends, and we met at one of the most testing moments of his life - the Triwizard Tournament. I am probably one of the only people alive that can honestly say that they know the real Harry Potter."

I now ask whether or not that Skeeter keeps in touch with the younger twin, Hannah Potter, who stirred up delicious scandals from the age of eleven.

"Oh, yes, I have a very special connection to Hannah," Skeeter says, beaming as she sips her tea "The poor girl, we met during the Triwizard, as well. She was unlike Harry in every way, she is popular and amiable, it doesn't take much to open her up. That's how I had a hunch that she had a thing for Mr Draco Malfoy before the Prophet even made it public that they were dating after the Yule Ball! I still remember that interview as though it was yesterday. It was a week before the Ball, I said to her 'Hannah, you're no doubt the favourite to win the Tournament after that phenomenal performance you gave in the dragon pit, how does that make you feel?' and Hannah just grinned and said 'It feels amazing to have all these people believing in me and cheering me on. I hope that I can fulfil their wish and win this Tournament for them.' then I asked 'Hannah, with the Triwizard Yule Ball coming up, and you requiring to have a partner, have you had many ask you?' and she blushed and said 'Yes, but I've turned them all down gently. I was rather hoping for one boy to ask me, but my room mate beat me to the punch before I could ask him.' so I asked 'Well, tell me about this boy, what's he like?' and Hannah sighed and said 'He's beautiful. He's so beautiful, every time I look at him it hurts. I've known him since first year and…he was my first kiss.' I raised my eyebrows at this and asked her 'Why don't you tell him how you feel?' and she blushed and said 'Because I know he doesn't feel the same way, he's with Pan - Oh, I mean my dorm mate.' I grinned and asked her 'Would you tell the Prophet this boy's name?' and she shook her head with a few tears coming down her face 'No, he doesn't like me that way and I don't want to embarrass him.'. Bless her, it was actually me that brought Draco and Hannah together. When he asked her to be his, she was so happy she looked me in the eye when he was gone and beamed 'Thank you, Rita!' she squealed, her eyes glinting 'Thank you so much!' and she hugged me before rushing back into the Great Hall at Hogwarts to be with her new boyfriend."

I cut Skeeter off with another question relating to Dumbledore and Harry Potter and the rumours going around about Dumbledore's final hours. Does Skeeter believe that Harry Potter, if not, then both Potter twins were there when Dumbledore died?

"Well, I don't want to say too much, it's all in the book but eyewitnesses inside Hogwarts Castle claim to have seen Hannah Potter dragged off by the notorious werewolf Fenrir Greyback, with her brother running not too far behind from the scene where Dumbledore fell, jumped or was pushed. Mr Potter later gave evidence against Severus Snape, a man whom he has a notorious grudge. Is everything as it seems? That is for the wizarding community to decide, after they've read my book."

On that intriguing note I take my leave. There can be no doubt that Skeeter has quilled an instant bestseller. Dumbledore's legions of admirers, meanwhile, may well be trembling at what is soon to emerge about their hero.

I gaped "That little bitch claims she was the one the brought me and Draco together!" I screamed, crumpling up the paper and trembling with anger. "I never told her that Draco was 'so beautiful it hurts every time I look at him'! She has the nerve to say that we have a special bond!" I bellowed, finally losing control and lighting the paper ablaze with a scream.

"Han!" Emily shouted, gripping my wrists, which were still shaking. "Calm down, sweetie, stay with me now."

I took a deep breath and stopped shaking, calming down enough to be able to put out the blazing newspaper with my water control. "Right, I'm ok." I said.

Emily smiled and let go of my wrists. I glared down at the ashes I was holding and crumpled it up and threw it with an agitated scream at the already overflowed wastepaper basket.

"Han!" Emily said, holding onto my wrists "Come on, you need to control your anger."

I took another deep breath. "I'm fine. I'm ok, this time I mean it. I just didn't want to touch that lying rag anymore." I said in a calm voice.

Emily beamed at me and let go of my wrists again.

"That's my girl." Harry said, smirking as we heard the front door open.

"OI! You lot!" my uncle Vernon's voice shouted upstairs.

A/N: Hey! So, I'm still doing an SYOC for this book. So, here's this book's. SYOOM (Submit Your Own Order Member.)

Here's the form:

Name:

Nickname(s):

Age (over seventeen please.):

Gender (I need both males and females, every SYOC I've done I've always gotten girls, please I need at least three boys):

Personality:

Appearance:

Hogwarts House (Doesn't matter which one.)

Want to be one of 7 Hannahs?:

Career (Auror, Ministry Member, Healer, etc.):

Story:

In Final Battle?:

Do they die?:

Here's an example for an OC I've made up.

Name: Donavan Diangelo

Nickname(s): Donny, Don, The Don.

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Personality: Donny can be a nice guy, he acts like Fred Weasley sometimes, but when it's really serious, you know he's taking it very seriously, absolutely no jokes in something majorly important. Apart from that, funny, nice and can be a tad immature. He's also very smart.

Appearance: Tall, around six foot two, thin but muscular, messy dirty blond hair and green eyes with tanned skin.

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Want to be one of 7 Hannahs?: Yeah, sure, why not?

Career: Auror trainee

Story: Donny was born on May 5th, 1993 in Sacramento California, but his family moved to Kitchener, Ontario when he was ten, at eleven, he went to Hogwarts (his Muggle parents surprised) and Sorted into Ravenclaw, he played Keeper for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and was prefect and Head Boy.

In Final Battle?: Yeah.

Do they die?: Nah.

R+Rs are welcome, please, please submit an Order Member, I'll be so happy, it'll be your Christmas gift to me! Merry Christmas, everyone!

A Proud Member of Slytherin House:

DownWithDeathEaters

Alias Hannah Lillian Isabella Marie Potter and the Dark Lady Happy Pants :D

P.S. The whole Harley Q. Skinner thing will be explained later!