Chapter Four

The Seven Potters

"I though they'd never leave." sighed Draco walking over to where Harry stood. "You wanna show me around?"

This was the first summer that Draco had spent at Harry's house. He wanted to know where everything was and about things that Harry had been through here. Harry smiled and kissed Draco softly on the lips before taking his hand and walking over to a cupboard.

"Well," he said opening it. "This is where I slept for eleven years of my life."

"Really?" Draco said following Harry inside.

"I forgot how small it was in here." Harry said allowing Draco to sit on his lap. "I love you."

Draco kissed Harry and smiled. "I love you, too." Draco sighed and slapped Harry's lap playfully. "Come on, what else is there?"

They exited the cupboard just as Halie came down the stairs with Hedwigs cage. She was also wearing a small book bag that held things she needed, and in her arms was a stuffed Dragon holding a baby lion. Draco picked her up as he followed Harry to the front door.

"This is the carpet Dudley puked all over." Harry said chuckling. "Can you believe that you of all people rubbed off on him?"

"Hey," Draco said glaring at him. "I can be a good person at times."

"right." Harry said with a wink. "This is also the door Dumbledore walked through last year."

Silence fell. Halie looked at her parents. Harry was staring at the door with a sad expression and Draco was looking at his feet. She had heard the two young men talking about this Dumbledore character a lot. Some of those times Draco would apologize at his mention.

Harry looked up and saw the look on Draco's face. He stepped forward and lifted his face up. Kissing his soft pink lips.

"It's okay, Dray." Harry said resting his forward head against his. "It wasn't your fault."

"Why are you crying, Daddy?" Halie asked as she noticed a tear escape Draco's eyes. "Did something bad happen?"

Draco smiled sadly at his daughter. He kissed her forehead and looked at Harry who was looking past them.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Draco asked raising an eyebrow.

"Hagrid." Harry said walking past them.

Draco followed holding Halie close to him. Once in the backyard they were surprised by a huge group of wizards. Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley, Fred and George Weasley, Hagrid, Fluer Delacour, Mad-eye Moody, Bill Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Remus Lupin, Tonks, Kingsley Shucklebolt, and Mudungus Fletcher.

"Harry!" Hermione said running towards them. "I've missed you."

She pulled Harry into a tight embrace before rushing over to Draco. She took Halie and kissed her on the cheek. She then gave Draco a brief one armed hug.

"Hello, Hermione." Draco said slowly. "I thought only one person was coming to get us."

"There's been a change of plans, Malfoy." Mad-eye said eyeing (Pun not intended) Draco suspiciously. "What Potter ever saw in you is beyond me."

Draco rolled his eyes as Harry allowed the huge group of wizards into their home. He listened as they spoke.

"Why did the plan change?" Harry asked allowing Draco to sit in his lap.

"Pius Thicknesse is on Voldemort side." Mad-eye explained. "He's over the transportation. If anyone appeariates or floo anywhere near you they'll know where you'll go."

"So what is the plan?" Draco asked cautiously.

"There will be seven Potters in the sky tonight." Moody explained. "all heading to a safe house. The real Potter will be going to Tonks parents house."

"Wait…" Harry said looking around. "How are there going to be seven of me. Even Voldemort himself can't split into seven people."

"Polyjuice Potion." Moody said simply. "We'll need some of your hair."

"No way." Harry said. "This will be too dangerous. What about Halie?"

"We've go this all figured out." Moody said. "Now, your hair, please."

"N-"

"NOW!" Moody barked.

Harry quickly lend forward allowing Draco to pluck out a few choice of hair. Draco stands up and gives the hairs to Moody.

"Okay, will my six Potters line up?" Moody said. He counted them and realized that there were only five. "We're missing one."

"I do it." Draco said suddenly. "And I'll take Halie with me. They would expect the real Harry to have his daughter."

Moody nodded ignoring the protest from Harry. The six decoys drunk the Polyjuice potion.

"Your eyesight is awful Harry." Hermione said.

"You look just like me!" the twins said.

"Bill, don't look at me." Fluer said disgusted. "I am hideous."

"Now I understand why you wish you were the sexy one in our relationship." Draco said smugly.

"I knew Ginny was lying about that tatoo." Ron said earning a growl from the Harry with the child.

"Harry you can go with Hagrid," Moody said. "Deatheaters would think Harry would be on the most comfortable transportation for him."

They all stepped outside. Harry didn't see where everyone went before walking over to the bike.

"This is Sirius's bike?" Harry asked examining it.

"Yup." Hagrid said. "There no room on the bike so I built in a sidecar."

"you?"

"Well…Arthur actually," Hagrid explained. "But it was my idea."

Harry chuckled climbing into the sidecar. Draco was standing on the side of the car with Halie in his arms. He lend down and kissed Harry. Pulling back he allowed Halie to hug and kiss her father before going to climb onto a broom.

"Good luck, everyone." shouted Moody. "See you all in about an hour at the Burrow. On the count of three. One…two…THREE!"

There was a great roar from the motorbike and Harry felt the sidecar give a nasty lurch: he was rising through the air fast, his eyes wavering slightly, hair whipped back off his face. Around him brooms were soaring upward too; the long black tail of the thestral flicked past. His legs, jammed into the sidecar by Hedwigs cage and his rucksack, were already sore and starting to go numb. So great was his discomfort that he almost forgot to take a glimpse at Privet Drive; by the time he looked over the edge of the sidecar he could no longer tell which one it was. Higher and higher they climbed into the sky.

And then, out of nowhere, out of nothing, they were surrounded. About thirty hooded figures, suspended in midair, formed a vast circle in the midst of which the order members had risen oblivious.

Screams, a flash of green light on every side: Hagrid gave a yell and the motorbike rolled over. Harry lost any sense of where they were: the streetlights above him, yells around him, he was clinging the side car for dear life, he was so worried about Draco and Halie that he almost missed Hedwigs cage, the firebolt, and his book bag slip from beneath his knees.

"No, Hedwig!"

The broomstick spun to earth, but he had managed to seize the strap of his backpack and the top of the cage as the motorbike swung right wasy up again. A second's relief and then another flash of green light. The owl screeched and fell to the floor of the cage.

"No…No!"

The motorbike zoomed forward; Harry glimpsed hooded Deatheaters scattering as Hagrid blasted through their circle.

"Hedwig…Hedwig…"

But the owl lay motionless and patetic as a toy on the floor of her cage. He could not take it in, and his terror for his daughter was paramount. He glanced over his shoulder and saw a mass of people moving, flares of green light, two pairs of people on brooms soaring off into the distance, but he could not tell who they were.

"Hagrid, we've got to go back!" he yelled over the roar of the engine, pulling out his wand ramming Hedwig's cage to the floor, refusing to believe she was dead. "Hagrid, turn around!"

"My jobs to get you there safe, Harry!" bellowed Hagrid, and he opened the throttle.

"Stop…STOP!" Harry shouted but as he looked back again two jets of green light flew past his lef ear: four Deatheaters had broken away from the circle and were pursuing them, aiming for Hagrid;s broad back. Hagrid swerved, but the Deatheaters were keeping up with the bike; more curses shot after them. Wringling around he cried, "Stupefy!" and a red bult of light shot from his own wand, creating a gap between the four pursuing Deatheaters as they scattered to avoid it.

"Hold on, Harry, this'll do for 'em!" roared Hgried, and Harry looked up just in time to see Hagrid slamming a thick finger into a green button near the fuel gauge.

A wall, a solid brick wall, erupted out of the exhaust pipe. Craning his neck, Harry saw it expand into being in midair. Three of the Deatheaters swerved and avoided it, but the fourth was not so lucky: he vanished from view and then dropped like a boulder from behind it, his broom broke into pieces. One of his fellows slowed up to save him, but they and the airborne wall were swallowed by darkness as Hagrid leaned low over the handlebars and sped up.

More killing curses flew past Harry's head from the two remaining Deatheaters wands; they were aiming for Hagrid. Harry responded with further stunning spells: read and green collided in midair in a shower of multicolored sparks, and Harry thought wildly of fire works, and the muggles below who would have no idea what was happening.

"Here we go again, Harry!" yelled Hagrid and he jabbed at a second button. This time a net burst from the bikes exhaust, but the Deatheaters were ready for it. Not only did they swerve to avoid it, but the companion who had slowed to save their unconscious friend had caught up. He bloomed suddenly out of the darkness and now three of them were behind the motorbike, All shooting curses.

"This'll do it, Harry, Hold on tight!" yelled Hagrid, and Harry saw him slame his whole hand onto the purple button beside the speedometer.

With an unmistakable bellowing roar, dragon fire busted from the exhaust, white-hot and blue, and the motorbike shot forward like a bullet with a sound of wrenching metal. Harry saw the Deatheaters swerve out of sight to avoid the deadly trail of flame, and at the same time felt the sidecar sway suddenly: it's mettle connections to the bike had splintered with the force of the acceleration.

"It's alright, Harry!" bellowed Hagrid, now thrown flat onto his back by the surge of speed; nobody was steering now, and the sidecar was starting to twist violently in the bikes slipstream.

:"I'm on it, Harry, don't worry!" Hagrid yelled, and from inside his jacket pocket he pulled his flowery pink umbrella.

"Hagrid! No! let me!"

"Reparo!"

There was a deafening bang and the sidecar broke away from the bike completely: Harry sped forward propelled by the impetus of the bike's flight, then the sidecar began to lose height.

In desperation Harry pointed his wand at the sidecar and shouted, "wingardium Leviosa!"

The sidecar rose like a cork, unsteerable but at least still airborne: he had but a split seconds relief, however, as more curses streaked past him: the three Deatheaters were closing in.

"I'm coming, Harry!" Hagrid yelled from out of the darkness, but Harry could feel the sidecar beginningg to sink agains: Crouching as law as he could he, he pointed at the middle of the oncoming figures and yelled: "Impedimenta!"

The jinx hit the middle Deatheater in the chest: For a moment the man was absurdly spread-eagled in midair as he though he had hit an invisible barrier: One of his fellows almost collided with him.

Then the sidecar began to fall in earnest, and the remaining Deatheaters shot a curse so close to harry that he had to duck below the rim of the car, knocking out a tooth on the edge of his seat.

"I'm coming, Harry, I'm coming!"

A huge hand seized the back of Harry's clothes and hoisted him out of the plummeting sidecar; Harry pulled his bag with him as he dragged himself onto the motorbike's seat and found himself back to back with Hagrid. As they soared upward, away from the two remaining Deatheaters, Harry spat blood out of his mouth, pointed his wand at the falling sidecar. "Confringo!"

He knew a dreadful, gut-wrenching pang for Hedwig as it exploded; the Deatheater nearest it was blast of his broom and fell from sight; his companion fell back and vanished.

"Harry, I'm sorry." Moaned Hagrid. "I shouldn't have tried to repair it myself, you've got no room."

"It's not a problem, just keep flying!" Harry shouted back, as two more Death eaters emerged out of the darkness, drawing closer. As the curses came shooting across the intervening space again Hagrid swerved and zigzagged. Harry knew that Hagrid did not dare use the dragon-fire button again, with Harry seated so insecurely. Harry sent stunning spell after stunning spell back at their pursuers, barely holding them off. He shot another blocking jinx at them; the closest death eater swerved to avoid it and his hood fell off, and by the rd light of his next stunning spell, Harry saw the strangely blank face of Stanley Shunpike…Stan…

"Expelliarmus!" Harry yelled.

"That's him, it's him, it's the real one!"

The hooded Death Eater's shout reached Harry even above the thunder of the motorbike's engine: Next moment, both pursuers had fallen back and disappeared from view.

"Harry, what's happened?" bellowed Hagrid. "Where've they gone?"

"I don't know!"

But Harry was afraid: the hooded Death Eater had shouted "It's the real one!"; how had he known? He gazed around at the apparently empty darkness and felt its menace. Where were they?

He turned around on the seat to face forward and hold on to the back of Hagrid's jacket.

"Hagrid, do the dragon-fire thing again, lets get out of here!"

"Hold on tight then, Harry!"

There was a deafening, screeching roar again and the white-blue fire shot from the exhaust: Harry felt himself slipping backwards off what little of the seat he had, Hagrid flung backward upon him, barely maintaining his grip on the handlebars.

"I think we lost them Harry! I think we've done it!" Yelled Hagrid.

But Harry was not convinced: fear lapped at him as he looked left and right for pursuers he was sure would come….why had they fallen back? One of them had still had a wand…It's him…it's the real one…they had said it right after he had tried to disarm Stan….

"We're nearly there, Harry, we've nearly made it!" Shouted Hagrid.

Harry felt the bike drop a little, throught the lights down on the ground still seemed like stars.

Then his scar burned like fire; as a Death Eater appeared on either side of the bike, tow killing curses missed Harry by millimeters, cast from behind.

And then Harry saw him. Voldemort was flying like smoke on the wind, without a broom or thestral to hold him, his snake like face gleaming out of the blackness, his white fingers raising his wand again.

Hagrid let out a bellow of fear and steered the motorbike into a vertical dive. Clinging on for dear life, Harry sent stunning spells flying at random into the whirling night. He saw a body fly past him and knew he had hit one of them, but then he heard a ban and saw sparks from the engine; the motorbike spiraled through the air, completely out of control.

Green flashes of light shot past them again. Harry had no idea which way was up, which way was down: his scar was still burning; he expected to die at any second. A hooded figure on a broom was feet from him, he saw it raise its arm.

"No!"

With a shout of fury Hagrid threw himself off the bike at the Death Eater; to his horror, Harry saw both Hagrid and the Death Eater falling out of the sky, their combined weight to much for the broomstick.

Barely gripping the plummeting bike with his knees, Harry heard Voldemort scream, "mine!"

As the pain from Harry's scar forced his eyes shut, his wand acted of it own accord. He felt it drag his hand around like a great magnet, saw a spurt of golden fire through his half-closed eyelids, heard a crack and a scream of fury. The remaining Death Eater yelled: Voldemort screamed, "No!": Somehow, Harry found his nose an inch from the dragon-fire button. He punched it with his wand free hand and the bike shot more flames into the air, hurtling straight toward the ground.

"Hagrid!" Harry called holding on to the bike for dear life. "Hagrid…Accio Hagrid!"

The motorbike sped up, sucked toward the earth. Face level with th ehandlebars, Harry culd see nothing bus distant lights growing nearer and nearer: he was going to crash and there was nothing he could do about it: behind him came another scream, "Your wand Selwyn give me your wand!"

He felt Voldemort before he saw him. Looking sideways, he stared into the red eyes and was sure they would be the last thing he ever saw: Voldemort preparing to curse him once more suddenly vanished.

Harry looked down and saw Hagrid spread-eagled on the ground below him. He pulled hard at the handlebars to avoid hitting him; groped of the break, but with an earsplitting, ground-trembling crash, he smashed into a muddy pond.

Author Note: This is the third chapter. I might be adding the fourth chapter today to but I can assure you it will be added soon. Unfortunately this chapter practically came straight out of the book. I'll try not to do that with the next chapter because copying out of the book takes forever. Sorry it took so long to update. I promise you another chapter this weekend! Enjoy!