Flashes of light broke the darkness, a revealing in all their deadly brilliance a rare beauty, her features hardened as she danced between the flash, wordlessly blocking spells just as easily as she cast them. But she didn't just do battle with one adversary but two, Voldemort's most loyal. This beauty, no older than him, fighting these two, the reason both Dumbledore and Series were dead.

She tried to speak before she was blasted in the chest, the green light illuminated her feature her normally blue eyes seemed to glow an eerie red, as she fell back. Harry opened his eyes as he looked out knowing it would be time for him to leave this place soon.

In the darkness a cloaked figure watched in silence, watching as a group of men made their way into number four Private drive. They knew that the time would soon come where action would be inevitable, death hidden in the heavens, hidden high above the clouds, but visible plan as day to the masked figure. No one rather nothing could hide from the red eyes, red eyes with three rings and nine tomoe, now fixed on the sky.

Their head slowly lowered as fourteen left the house, seven of them Potters. But the real one was easily spotted from the way that he held himself, how he walked the way he acted even with the slightest actions set him apart. Something most wouldn't notice but with these eyes nothing went unmissed. Harry was with Hagrid, the most obvious chose.

They would sit and wait for the right time to act the moment the actions, watching as they all kicked off heading into the skies. Now were the hooded figure once stood was another Harry Potter, a prefect copy of the boy. The battle above had begun and now it was time to act, the Harry Potter vanished silently.

"Potter, give me your broom stick," Harry jumped to see himself standing on the side of the cart at an angel so he remained hidden from the pressures. Harry did as he was told, "hide under your cloak," the other Harry told him. He did as he was told and at the same time the second Potter leapt on to the broom and flew towards the battle flying just like Harry. Soon the Oder members noticed this but they didn't know this wasn't the real Potter, no one knew this wasn't the real Potter but Harry himself and Hagrid.

"Harry, what are you doing?" someone shouted but the imposter said nothing to the man, the shooting spells at every Death Eater in range until Voldemort himself appeared.

"Harry Potter, you decided to show yourself to me…" Voldemort said chasing Harry further away from the other along with the Death Eaters. The Harry Imposter dodged everyone one of his attacks with ease as if he could read his movements. The Order members knew there was nothing they could do; if they went after Harry they along with Harry would be killed. Voldemort had his eyes on Harry along with all his Death Eaters forgetting the rest.

Harry Dodged and weaved thru the shower of spells until the Death Eaters and their Master were pulled far enough away from others.

"Tom I told you that we would meet again," the Harry said the serpent like eyes widened in a brief moment of fear as he realized who he was dealing with.

"Kill him!" Voldemort shouted green lights rained down on the imposter but they were gone before the spell could get anywhere near them.

At the Weasley's they watched as the groups appeared on after another with no sigh of Harry or Hagrid and their portkey had already arrived. Soon the only ones missing were Harry and Hagrid, and Moody and Mundungus.

"Where is Harry?" Ginny asked allowed.

"Do you think he got away?" Kingsley asked looking up towards the sky.

"I hope so but… why did he have go and do something so stupid?" Lupin asked more to himself than anything.

"What did Harry do?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"He used himself as bait so the rest of us could get away," Hermione said tears running down her face silently.

"No I didn't," a voice said from behind them, Harry and Hagrid were standing there. Harry held is broom on one hand and a scroll in another. Hagrid looked a little woozy.

"What are you talking about we say you!" Ron said.

"It wasn't…there was another me," Harry said.

"Yes there were seven that was the point of us taking the polyjuice potion," Ron pointed out.

"No this one was different; they could do things I have never seen a Wizard do… like stand on the side of a flying bike… they moved just like me…they fought like me but with more skill," Harry said remembering as seeing the imposter fighting on the broom.

"But you were not with Hagrid when we…" Lupin started.

"I was…I was just under my cloak…like they told me to do," Harry explained.

"Why did you miss your portkey?" Lupin asked.

"We were about to take it when we met the other Harry at Tonk's parents' house. They gave me my things and then gave me this scroll…they said use Specialis Revelio on it, then he brought us here," Harry finished.

"Here inside the barriers?" Lupin asked frowning.

"Yeah, I figured it was one of the Order Members since they knew where I was going and which one was me from the beginning," Harry said.

"No Harry, all the order members that knew of the plan are here except Moody and Mundugus," Lupin said taking the scroll. He opened it and muttered the spell before tapping the scroll and there appeared the corpse of Mad-eye Mood. Ginny buried her face in Harry's chest unable to look at it, the eye still spinning in his head Hermione grabbed on to Ron's arm as Ron looked way.

"Harry, do you have any idea who that imposter could have been?" Lupin asked.

"No…" he said thinking. He remembered the masked figure at the ministry but they didn't have any of his hairs to make a polyjuice potion did they. Then he remembered some of the amazing things she did without a wand and wondered if she needed polyjuice to change her appearance. But then how did she know where he lived when he was going to be moved. Then again she had known he was going to the ministry. But the question remained why, why go thru all this trouble to remain hided if they were allies, and if they weren't then why not just kill him. The younger wizards were sent inside while the grownups had a hushed conversation.

Unbeknownst to them there was someone listening a blond little someone, who at that moment stood atop the Weasley's home. Vanishing as the adults went their separate ways.

She appeared in her loft saying to herself, "one dead thirteen unharmed, could have been better, could have been worse," before she went into her bathroom to take a shower and turn in for the night.