As a person who is known to have been in...well...less than perfable situations, even having a mental list of awful ones, coming home with a pale Dudley leaning over Harry as we try to explain to our Aunt and Uncle, No we didn't do this to Dudley. No the chocolate frog won't kill him, it will help him. No we did not orchestrate this. Yes it was a magical creature called a dementor. No we are not supposed to talk about magic in this household.

It was safe to say that this situation, it made the list.

Not only that but the complicated mess that was the ministry and Dumbledore. They continued to assure Harry that, Yes you are expelled. Only to say, no you are not expelled. Then to come back with actually you have to be tried with magic around a muggle. Never mind that this very muggle happens to be one of the only 3 relatives that know about magic. Nope. Didn't matter.

So, now. Lying down on Harry's lap as Azeria in our room. Helping trying to calm down Harry from his panic attack, from...well one could say about everything. The fact that he had not talked to either of his best friends all summer did not help matters in the slightest. Neither was the fact that he had not gotten only 5 hours of straight sleep for over 2 months. And living with our, Very. Emotionally abusive relatives for over a month definitely did nothing to quell the rising anxiousness within Harry.

It was safe to say I was very pissed.

Not at Harry, of course. Never at Harry. No. I was mad at the one person who put us here from the very beginning.

Dumbledore.

Of course it was not irrational anger. No. I was not going to rip down houses and try to find the bastard and kill him. That would be counterproductive and a very Gryffindor thing to do. A very Jamie thing to do.

But, no. As it happened, I was neither a Gryffindor, nor Harry. So knowing that there was nothing to do, because, of course. What could a 13 almost 14 year old do against the most famous, most brilliant, light wizard.

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

And in all honesty, even if I did want to get a good right hook in (you know...see if her swing had improved from the last time). I wouldn't be able to get away with punching anyone...again.

But I did not hate the man...just...preferred if he had left me and Jamie alone.

Only the feeling of Harry slowly running his hands through my hair that took me out of my murderous musings. Right. Big brother to help. Daydreaming about killing Dumbledore later.

"I love you Brie." Harry whispered. His voice was soft and still full of tears from crying. He held out his hand towards me and I leaned my head into it as to say, I love you, back.

The soothing motion of Harry running his hand through my red hair, and his calming of his breaths of him drifting off into sleep is what eventually lulled me into it as well.

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"Brie. Brie wake up I think that someone is here." The voice softly whispered in my ear. Slowly lifting my head off of Harry's chest I turn towards the door and tilt my head slightly as if to listen to these voices. And to my chagrin. 3-4 voices. All of them walking upstairs. And from their interest in the frozen pictures of Dudley. They were wizards.

Jumping off the bed and changing into Jala. I stand in front of Harry at the door of our bedroom. The voices slowly grew closer and closer. Inching towards our room. Listening to the voices trying to recognize one of them as either, food or friend, as Jala helpfully put it.

Seeing the door handle turn slightly I ready myself to pounce if needed to. From the shuffling behind me, I can only assume Harry is doing the same. As the door was pushed open I heard the woman at the door whisper a name I had not heard all summer. So, swiftly changing back. I stood up and wrenched the door open.

Standing before me is a slightly disoriented woman (who I supposed was holding the door handle), a dark skin man in blue wizard robes, my (not really/almost/ kind of) ex defense professor Alastor Moody, and none other than my Uncle Remus.

Smiling slightly at the sight of him, I turn to the ex auror holding his wand to us. I raise a single eyebrow and pulse a clone downstairs. Sending magic down my hand I have my hands glow a light green color. Looking Moody in the eye, I choose to be the first one to speak.

"How many of me were there when you were rescued at Hogwarts?" I don't offer any more information as to when at Hogwarts I was talking about. If the real Moody was this Moody, he would know.

A gleam appears in Moody's single eye at me asking the question. Pride? Honestly I'm not sure, and I'm not sure I want to know with the grin he gives me.

"There were 3. 2 in the office and one outside the door." I give a slight nod and lessen the glow of my hands until no green remains. "Nice question. Why'd ya do it though?"

"Well 4 strange people unlock the door to the house and walk upstairs to the only room that is occupied. Kinda sketchy from my point of view Moody."

"Yeah it was supposed to be quieter, but I may have broken a vase." A woman with bubblegum pink hair says.

"Is it the grey one by the door with all the ugly orange flowers." Harry asks eagerly.

"Yeah. Don't worry I fixed it though. You know witch." To emphasize her point she waved her wand around.

"Well...I wouldn't mind if you...happen to trip over it again. And, you know, forget you're a witch." Harry says with a slight smirk. Gaining one back from the pink haired witch.

"Umm not that it's great to see you Uncle Remus, but what are you doing here?" I ask.

"Well." Uncle Remus started. "After the disaster with the dementors Dumbledore decided that the blood wards were strong enough for this year. And I'd been a long time since you've seen your godfather Harry." A blinding smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"We're going to see Sir-"

"Nope too much. Don't say nothin more lad. You two" Moody said, "Go pack your things. You're not coming back the rest of the summer." He said as he grabbed our firebolts from in the doorway of our room.

Practically bolting from the hallway back into our bedroom, we both pulled out our trunks and started packing all of our belongings.

"Here let me help with that." The dark skinned man said from the doorway. Waving his wand he soon had all of our clothes and other possessions that we are to take with us packed in our trunks. Grabbing the trunks and shrinking them and placing them in his pockets, Remus leads us down stairs where my clone was waiting.

"Hey Remus." I say from the bottom of the steps. He just nods in my direction already used to my tricks. Although Remus, Harry and Moody just passed the other two stared at my other with confusion. Eyes fluttering back between the two of me. Walking up to me and I hold out my hand and I take it and mold back into one.

Now with two sufficiently confused newcomers I move outside and stand on the sidewalk next to Harry. As the other two rejoin us, watching me warily, I turn to them.

"We never did get your names. Though, it is nice to meet you. I'm Aubrey Potter." I say as I hold out my hand for one of them to take. The woman with now orange hair takes it and shakes it overenthusiastically.

"Wotcher Aubrey, Harry, I'm Tonks. This guy over here is Kinglsly Shackelbolt." Tonks motioned over her shoulder to the man-Kingsley.

"Nice to meet you." Harry says, shaking Kingsley and Tonks hands.

"Ok. We're going to be flying now. Don't want to be late."

"Flying?" I question as he hands over my firebolt.

"Yeah lass. Can't apparate you there. Can fault you for using magic illegally and try to charge you as well. And using a floo they can track us." He finished sensing Harry's question. "So, flying."

Taking off, done with the questioning from the two teens, Moody led the way away from the Dursleys. With a glance at Harry I mounted my broom as he mounted his.

High up in the sky, above the town of Little Whinging, Surrey. I flew after Harry as we chased each other through clouds and weaved in between the other four. Laughter erupted from the two of us. A feeling of freedom, a weight being lifted off of me. The feeling of having the wind in my face as I darted underneath Tonks to get away from Harry. The rush of once again flying my broom. It had been so long. Despite being scolded by Moody for 'stupid childish antics', 'could be caught by the ruddy death eaters,' I couldn't help but smile.

Wherever they were going, I had absolutely no clue. But knowing I was getting far away from 4 Privet Drive. A place that was safe for Jamie and I. Made my smile even wider.