Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Harry Potter, may Voldemort strike me down (despite his being dead for 10 years now ) if I ever try to claim it.

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Harry flew long into the night, the members of the Order in solemn silence. He felt his eyes getting heavier with each passing minute, to the point where he was afraid, for the first time, of falling off his broom. The warm night had the fresh scent of dew lingering, promising a wet lawn come dawn. The summer breeze brushed his hair, in and out of his eyes.

He looked around him. The Weasley twins were ahead of him, both looking far more serious than he had ever seen them before. He guessed that was what growing up had done to them. Their joke shop had been temporarily closed due to the upcoming war. Harry shook his head, he remembered telling them both the world was going to need more laughter. He believed that more than ever. He shifted his attention to the two Aurors behind him. Mad Eye's mad eye was clearly looking behind to make sure they weren't being followed. That's a handy tool, really. When he looked at Tonks, she still had the most serene look on her face. He couldn't stop the questioning look that seemed to call her attention. Tonks looked at him before smiling widely and holding up her left hand. The moonlight reflected off a ring and Harry's eyes widened. So, seems Moony finally got the job done. He smiled and nodded in approval before refocusing on what lay ahead.

It's probably almost dawn, Harry thought as he looked around. He really did like nighttime, the idea of stars truly appealed to him, despite the boring late night Astronomy classes. They're just so lonely, even though there are billions of them. They're just ghosts, reflections of dead energy. The night sky was brilliant; the deep blue-black seemed like an endless sea, the stars like the glimmer of light on its waves.

Harry could feel the moment the air changed. He glanced to his left, to the East. A pinkish hue was forming, making the brilliant indigo of the night sky begin to fade away. He looked down, pleased to see familiar ground. Looking ahead, Harry smiled.

There was the Burrow. The lopsided house stood out among the land. The first rays of light seemed to seek out this haven, as if pointing the way for Harry. He grinned up at Fred and George, glad to see their somber expressions had melted into one of pure relief and happiness. They began to descend, Harry following suit.

They landed just outside the fence protecting the safe house. Harry was surprised that there wasn't higher security. Nice little change actually. He followed the twins into the kitchen, glad that the place he treasured, second only to Hogwarts, was still the way he always remembered it.

The clock that showed where all the Weasleys are stood, ticking away in the corner. The dinner table, large enough to fit an army, shoved into the tightly packed eatery. The smell of Mrs. Weasley's cooking, a meaty stew if his nose served him right, wafted through the air. Harry spotted a pair of knitting needles, going at another famous Weasley sweater it seemed.

"Right, well, Potter. This is where we leave you. Remember, keep one eye open. "

Harry turned around at the gruff voice. Mad Eye was once again looking at him with both eyes, piercing his mind. If he didn't know better he would swear the man was a genius with Legilimency. He watched as Tonks nodded in agreement.

"That's right, Harry. Make sure to take care of yourself. We can't have the little Chosen One being killed because he wasn't concerned enough about himself now, can we?" Harry nodded, he supposed they were right, if anyone was. They both gave a brief nod. Then, after meeting eyes with the twins, walked briskly out the back door. Harry turned to the twins, confused.

"Fred, George, why where are they going?" He watched the twins exchange a glance before deciding that he could know.

"You're actually being moved to Grimmauld Place once all the members of the Order have been checked in or accounted for. We're going to move you via Floo Powder, along with the rest of us. We don't believe we can truly be safe anywhere, especially not since the Secret Keeper has…passed." Fred's voice faded at the realization. The three stood in silence for a bit, seemingly in memory of the dead.

"Yes, well, we just want to make sure everyone is safe. So we'll all be moving out of here." Harry simply nodded as George finished for his brother.

"We better get some sleep, before they realize we got you back. I'm sure someone will be all over you." Fred said as he winked at Harry. Harry felt his face grow warm at what Fred was implying. He quickly shook his head and settled on glaring at the elder twin.

Fred and George simply shrugged their shoulders before saying goodnight. Harry watched them walk away in disbelief, Creepy twin thing. He had never been able to figure them out. They were always able to finish each other's sentences, or anticipate the other's movements. It must be nice to have someone who knows you so well. Harry sighed, then turned and began up the stairs.

I wonder, if Voldemort hadn't killed my parents, would I have had siblings? An image of his mother yelling at James Potter flashed through his mind. 'You make me SICK.'

Was she really unhappy with my father? Or was she just trying to defend someone who couldn't defend themselves?

Harry reached the door of Ron's room. He smiled, even from the hall he could hear Ron's snoring. He quietly opened the door. He crawled into the waiting bed, not bothering to put on the blue striped pajamas laid out at the foot.

The next morning Harry woke up with the sun on his face. He sat up and turned to see Ron missing from his bed. Ron…up before me? What's the world coming to? Harry clambered out from under the covers and proceeded to head to the kitchen.

When he finally got there he was met with a sea of red. Eight Weasleys and a few others were bustling about the kitchen, failing to notice Harry's presence. He quietly slipped to an empty chair at the table and helped himself to some of the breakfast porridge. He had just taken his first bite when one of the random women screamed

"Harry!"

Harry inhaled and began choking on his breakfast. He felt a hard slap on his back and then took a deep breath. He glanced behind him to see Charlie, the second oldest of the Weasley children, standing behind him with a grin.

"Can't have you dying over porridge can we? What kind of ending would that be?" Harry simply nodded and gasped out a thanks. He felt arms close around him and turned his head to meet frizzy red hair.

"Oh Harry, we were so worried. I do hope you had a good holiday. Oh! But you must be starving. I'll fry up some bacon for you." Mrs. Weasley released him and ran to begin her cooking. Harry shook his head, smiling. He turned to see the twins sitting down across from him, Bill and Fleur on the other end of the table. Across from Bill he saw Ginny and felt his breath catch. No, Harry. You made your decision. You can't hurt them any more. Guilt flooded through Harry. I've put the Weasleys through so much. Ever since I met them I've only caused them problems. Ginny's head turned and their eyes met for a moment before his line of sight was broken. Ron was sitting next to him. Harry smiled.

"Hey Ron, fancy seeing you up before me." Ron merely laughed and began to eat.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat down at either end of the table, followed by the others standing around the kitchen. Harry saw Hermione sit next to Ron.

"Hermione! I didn't even see you." Hermione smiled at him.

"I know. It's because all these Weasleys are so tall." Harry inwardly smiled when he saw her give Ron what she probably thought was a secretive smile. He began to laugh when Ron's face, in a classic gesture of embarrassment, took on a hue that matched his hair perfectly. Deciding to help Ron save face, Harry began to talk to Hermione.

"How long have you been here?"

"About two weeks. I…had some things to settle with my parents." Harry's eyebrow rose at the saddened tone her voice took on. Hermione shook her head and mouthed 'Later.'

Charlie sat between Ginny and Hermione and everyone was finally sitting down. When everyone began eating, Harry finally got to see the effect the war was having on people. This usually loud, happy family was hastily eating so they could get to a safe place, so they could escape danger.

They were to leave the next morning. Trunks were piled up in the living room, everyone running through their final checklists. Mrs. Weasley was in charge of the luggage, shrinking the large transports into Floo friendly sizes. When Lupin showed up midday, just in case their plan had been found out, the dozen of them ate lunch together. Despite the ominous gloom hanging over all of them, lunch was a pleasant affair. The rest of the day everyone told stories of their holidays thus far.

It was nearly midnight when Mrs. Weasley corralled them into their rooms. Harry and Ron were awake half an hour later when Hermione crept in.

"So, what were you boys talking about?"

"How weird it's going to be to go back to Hogwarts this year. You know, half the students won't be there. Snape won't be there, none of the Slytherins… Dumbledore…" Ron stopped seeing Harry's face darken.

"I swear, if I ever find Malfoy and Snape I'm going to take them down." Loathing seethed from Harry's words. Ron and Hermione exchanged a look. Dumbledore was, aside from Sirius, the closest thing to real family Harry had ever had. Hermione was the first to speak.

"Harry, I don't think that should be your main objective. Despite how awful it is, neither Malfoy, nor Snape have done anything as awful as what Voldemort has done." Harry shot a glare at his friend.

"Hermione you weren't there. You didn't see Professor Dumbledore in that cave, he was weakened! They attacked him while he was at his lowest." While he spoke Harry had begun pacing, his voice growing louder with each word.

"Harry, please, people are trying to get some sleep. You should too. Once we're all situated at headquarters they want us to do our school shopping." Hermione spoke in an urgent whisper. At the last bit of information Harry was once again glaring.

"I'm not going back there."

"Harry, yes you are." Hermione said with a tone of finality. "You don't have a plan, and you can't simply wander around alone. And Hogwarts is the safest place for you right now." She sent a glare at Harry, showing how determined she was.

Harry looked away and sighed. "Fine, but the minute I get word on where the Horcruxes might be I'm gone."

"Fair enough." Hermione nodded before standing and walking towards the door. Her hand on the knob she looked back. "Goodnight boys." With that, she left the room.

Harry didn't sleep well that night, and morning came far too quickly. The group all stood in front of the fireplace, each with a carrier bag packed with trunk, and rations. One by one they stepped into the fire, were engulfed by the green flames.

Harry stood near the end of the line, looking around the house he may never see again. He watched as Ginny, standing in front of him, stepped into the fire, a hollow look in her eyes as she left her childhood home. Harry followed, and with a quick shout of "Number 12 Grimmauld Place," the happy times of the Burrow were engulfed by the bleak gray of the Black House.

Well, there you have it!