Chapter 24

As Draco walked into the muggle house, he could honestly say that he was surprised. This was the first time he had ever been in a muggle area, and it wasn't like he had expected it to be. He knew it was ignorant of him, but a part of him still thought that muggles had lived in some sort of prehistoric lifestyle. He had no idea how they were able to sustain themselves without magic, but he also had never cared enough to find out. Now he was slightly curious; he made a mental note to ask Hermione later

The house was middle sized, and similar to nearly every other house on the street. And looking at the appearance on the inside, it seemed to be fairly normal.

"The Dursley's enjoy 'normalcy'" Hermione whispered to him. She gestured to a closet under the stairs, "See that? That used to be Harry's room before they got too scared of him."

Draco did a double take. He knew that he muggles Harry stayed with hadn't treated him with the best of conditions, but to be forced to stay in that? It was pure monstrous.

Harry was waiting for them by time Draco had entered the sitting room. He was currently conversing with Tonks and Remus, on what he guessed was about their wedding, as his cousin was currently waving around her hand that contained her wedding band.

Draco walked over to where Hermione was standing. He knew that now wasn't the time or the place to have a conversation with her, but he had missed her quite a bit over the last few weeks, and a few minutes with her was better than nothing.

"So how are you?" Draco asked her in a soft manner.

Her hair was now tied up in a messy bun. She had a paler complexion from before, which Draco supposed to be the result of flying. He knew that she hated it, but really had no idea just how much.

"Good; Feeling a little sick, but good," she said as she took a deep breath. As colour slowly returned to her face, she turned to face him. "How has the last month been? I didn't really get to talk to you about it earlier. You were so worried before you left to go stay with your aunt, did everything turn out okay?" she asked him in a concerned voice.

Draco smiled at her. Before this moment, he really had no idea just how much it was that he missed her. "It was fine. Actually it was better than that, it was great. The atmosphere was a bit tense at first because nobody knew how to act around each other, but it was brief. It was nice getting to know my aunt, uncle and cousin," he said sincerely.

She grinned at him. "That's great Draco!" she exclaimed as she gave him a hug. He felt his heart beat faster, at the contact. "You probably got on well with Tonks too, didn't you? The two of you are rather alike, so I'd be surprised if you didn't."

Draco smirked at her, "Actually, we did. I like her; she's sarcastic and has the perfect amount of wit."

"I thought so," she said with a smile.

Before Draco could respond with anything, he heard a disagreement from across the room.

(A/n: there are going to be several lines from the DH but some are also my own)

"No. Absolutely not!" Harry said, furiously to Moody.

Draco rolled his eyes. Mood must have told him about the change of plans, and well it was safe to say that Harry didn't like the idea of using Polyjuice potion. Could someone say "I told you so?" Actually, it was a little sad if he had been able to predict Potter's actions better than the rest of them.

"I told them you'd take it like this," Hermione said knowingly, as she made her way over to Harry.

"If you think I'd let six people risk their lives-"

"Because it's the first time for all of us," Ron scoffed.

"This is different, pretending to be me-" Harry started again, before getting cut off once more.

"Well, none of us really fancy it, Harry," One of the Weasley twins said. "Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits forever."

Draco watched, amused, as the Chosen One continued to try and fight the plan in place.

Finally, Draco stepped forward. "Look Potter, we're all taking risks. Hell, just being here is a risk. But we're willing to do so to protect you. You heard Moody; one way or another we are getting you out of here following this plan. So do us all a favour and save time by going along with it."

Harry looked over at him stunned. It was the first time Harry had seen him since he left before Dumbledore's funeral.

"Oh Bloody Hell. I should have known that they've included you on this plan as well. Who didn't you bring on this mission? Seriously, have you all considered the risks of pretending to be me; or even yourselves? What if one of you gets killed on this mission, then what? I'll be to blame for your deaths. And what if someone finds out about you Draco?"

"Every one of us here has had time to think about everything that could go wrong Harry, and we're all still here. So just go along with it," Draco said without hesitation.

"Time is on the essence Potter! If we're lucky, You-Know-Who will have followed the fake bait and will be waiting to ambush you on the 30th. But he'd be mad not to have a Death Eater or two watching over the house. Our only chance is to use decoys; even You-Know-Who can't split himself into seven," Moody snarled out in impatience.

Draco looked down at this. While he knew what Moody meant, the words still seemed like a double meaning. But no one but the four of them knew about Horcruxes.

As he looked back up, he watched a handful of hair get pulled from Potter's hair. He winced at the action, and could not say that he was envious of Harry at that moment. Harry dropped the hairs into the flask, and the potion immediately tuned a clear, bright gold.

"Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle," Hermione said, before blushing as she realised the implication of her words.

Draco raised his eyebrows at this. He was tempted to know when she would have ever "tasted" Crabbe or Goyle, but he knew that now was not the time to ask her about this. He would have to ask her about that later. He couldn't help but feel slightly jealous at her words, but he pushed away those feelings.

As the potion made its way over to Draco, he found himself looking at the liquid. It seemed to smell alright, so he took a sip. Almost instantaneously, the effects took place. He found his body shrinking slightly, and his hair grow out. He turned to his left where a mirror was hanging on the wall and saw that he now looked like the splitting image of Harry Potter. As he turned back to the rest of the room, he saw that there were now six other Harry's occupying the room.

Moody began to go over quick details with Harry about what would be happening, as Draco turned to face Hermione. He knew it was her, even though she looked like Harry. "Be safe, Hermione," He said softly.

She smiled at him. "How did you know I'm me, Draco?"

"I just do," he said, trying to sound mysterious. In actuality, he could identify her by her sweet vanilla fragrance.

She squeezed his arm softly. "I'll do my best. And Draco, I want you to be safe as well. Promise me you'll return to the Burrow in one piece okay?" she said, worriedly.

He nodded. "I'll do my best."

"All right then," Moody said, interrupting the two of them. "I want all of us to leave at the same time, or the entire point of a diversion will be lost."

Draco squeezed her hand, before making his way over to Bill. They were in Potter's garden, where the two of them mounted brooms, waiting to kick off.

"Ready for this, Malfoy?" Bill asked him.

"As ready as I'll ever be," Draco said. In truth, he was worried. Not for himself, but for those around him. The last thing he wanted was for anyone to get hurt tonight.

"On the count of three," Moody yelled out. "One….two…THREE!"

Draco kicked his feet off the ground and was soaring through the air beside Bill.

"SO MALFOY," Bill yelled out to him. "YOU TELL GRANGER YET?"

"TELL HER WHAT?"Draco yelled back at him.

"THAT YOU LIKE HER." Seeing Draco get flustered, Bill grinned before replying. "WELL TELL HER SOON. AND REMEMBER MALFOY, HURT HER AND THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY"

"SHUT UP YOU TWO. IF ANY DEATH EATERS SHOW UP, THEN YOU'LL GIVE YOURSELVES UP!" Moody screamed out at the two of them. Seeing that Moody's safe house had a similar travel route for the first part of the journey, Moody and Mundungus were travelling with them.

Draco rolled his eyes as he continued to fly. He knew that they were nearing the edge of where the enchantment ended, but at the same time, he had an oddly cool manner about him. They were about 500 metres away from the border; 400, 300, 200, 100.

The second he crossed the edge, it was as if every Death Eater he had ever known his entire life, had been waiting there for them. He felt his heart sink as he realised that Voldemort didn't buy the bait that they had set for him. It meant only one thing; there was a traitor somewhere in the Order.

Immediately, his head began to race. Would they blame him for this? Would they think that he had been waiting all of this time to get closer to Harry as well as the rest of the Order, only to tip Voldemort off once he had gotten far enough in to learn their secrets?

"SOMEONE'S TIPPED THEM OFF!" Bill yelled out. But his voice did not have the slightest bit of accusation in it; so either he was an extremely good actor, or Bill Weasley believed that he was innocent. He knew that in the moment Bill was probably too concerned with the fact that they now had to battle several Death Eaters at the same time as fly to safety to even consider Draco to be the traitor, but he still felt better.

The Death Eaters were waiting in a line. While they had known that Harry Potter was being moved today; to Draco's relief, the look on their faces displayed that they clearly did not know that there were going to be seven Harry Potters being moved.

Unfortunately for The Order, the Death Eaters seemed to recover from their shock quite quickly. The large mass of Death Eaters split up so that several were on the trail of each Harry replicate. He could not make out who exactly was chasing him, as they were wearing their masks. Draco thanked Merlin that he was dressed as Harry for if anyone suspected him, he would be executed instantly on the spot.

The flight took an unexpected turn for the worst, when what Mad-eye suspected happened; Voldemort appeared. He had predicted that the strongest Death Eaters would go after him for he would be the most likely to keep Harry safe. Yet none of them expected to see Voldemort on the flight; and none of them expected to see him flying.

Yes, Voldemort was flying; without a broom or carpet. He was just flying as if he had some sort of superhuman ability to do so. There was no known spell that Draco knew of to achieve this, so it must have been some really dark magic.

Draco continued to throw hexes at the Death Eaters. Most of them appeared to be blocking away the spells, but every now and then he would hit a Death Eater. He was trying very carefully to use spells that Harry would use; it would defeat the purpose if he used a spell that Harry would have no way of knowing.

Moody was steering away from them. He was trying to lead Voldemort as far away from Bill and himself as possible. Several Death Eaters immediately broke off to go chase after them, and spells began to fly everywhere.

"Leave the boy! I will have his death!' Voldemort screeched out.

Draco looked over to see what was happening. He recognised the red colour of the Killing Curse fly out of Voldemort's wand, and it was aimed straight to where Mundungus was sitting.

He watched as Moody steered them away at the last moment; they were safe. Well, at least they would have been. Unfortunately for Moody, Mundungus didn't think he was going to survive, and to Draco's horror, he apparated.

"He's a fake!" Voldemort hissed angrily as he shot out the killing spell out at Alastor. Under normal circumstances, Moody should have been able to duck the curse easily, but he was too preoccupied at his sudden lack of companion.

Draco nearly convulsed as he watched the spell hit Moody straight in the chest, and knocked him off his broom. Immediately he began to change his course. He needed to save him!

"NO!" Bill yelled out at him. His faced had paled considerably at sight as well. "WE NEED TO KEEP OUR COURSE! IT'S TOO LATE FOR HIM!"

Draco knew he was right. So he trained his eyes back in front of him and continued to fly away. He knew that Voldemort would be chasing him next.

The hexes were now aimed for him specifically. He maneuvered carefully, to try and avoid every one of them. He may not have been as good of a seeker as Harry, but his Quidditch training had not been in vain.

"KILL HIM! LET ME KILL HIM!" he heard Voldemort yell out from behind him.

'Oh crap!' he thought to himself. He turned his head and threw back hexes. But he was no longer thinking about them. The only thing he knew was that he needed to get out of here alive, but he needed Voldemort to believe it he was Harry. If he was killed, then it wouldn't be as big of a deal as if Harry was. But if he were to die, his death must be held off for long enough for Harry to reach his safe home; so he had to keep flying.

"Conjunctivitis!"

"Incendio"
"Stupefy"
"Protegio"

Draco continued to yell out every and any spell he could think of before he turned to see the chase had slightly slowed.

"IT'S NOT HIM! HE'S NOT THE REAL POTTER!" He heard Voldemort hiss frustratedly.

How did he know? How could he have possibly known that he wasn't Harry? He used every possible spell that he could think of to make Voldemort think it was, so why hadn't it worked?

Voldemort disappeared, but that didn't stop three Death Eaters from still trailing them.

Draco didn't know what else to use. They already knew he wasn't Potter, so what was the harm in trying other spells? He began to fling out every and any spell he had learned over the years; at least the ones that weren't completely Dark Magic.

He managed to knock out one of the Death Eaters will Bill's help.

"Amittere Mentis!" He shouted out. He had learned that spell at a young age from his father, which had the ability to cause any one to lose their temporary state of mind. He knew that it probably would end up killing the Death Eater it hit, but this was war; there were going to be casualties.

He watched as the second Death Eater began to spiral downwards.

"NICE WORK!" Bill yelled out to him. There was only one more Death Eater left.

Bill cast a spell which hit the last Death Eater. It hadn't hit him off his broom, but Bill managed to unmask the Death Eater. He began to pale considerably when he realised who it was that was trailing them; his father.

Lucius Malfoy hadn't appeared to realise Draco was the false Potter, and hopefully he would be able to keep it that way. Draco continued to fly away from his father's spells. He knew he was getting closer to Bill's Aunt Muriel's house. He had been given the location of the spell prior to their flight so he was able to see the home. It was less than a kilometre away; he just needed to make it that far.

He would have to be careful from the spells he used from now on.

The house was coming closer and closer into his view. Bill was several metres in front of him, and the Weasley kept turning back to hit spells at his father. Personally, Draco hoped they all made their targets. The man may be his father by blood, but Draco held no emotion for him whatsoever.

Draco felt a stinging sensation square in the back of his head. He had been hit by one of his father's curses. He began to shake uncontrollably and lose his vision. He could feel the disguise slowly coming off. The broom began to droop downwards.

"POTTER!" Bill yelled out at him. He was glad that Bill hadn't slipped up, even though Draco had been injured.

He had been under the spell many times as a child, and had developed a quick recovery to it. Unfortunately, it had been a few years since the spell had been used on him, and he was out of practice.

He had almost nearly lost all consciousness before falling to the ground. Thankfully for him, he felt his body penetrate the border to Muriel's home. His father would not be able to get him. He watched his father's face whiten as Draco hit the ground. It was probably at the fact that he was no longer in reach to hit.

He closed his eyes as his body made a heavy impact with the ground. The yelling slowly began to subside as Draco began to slip away. He was surrounded by the darkness.

Narcissa Malfoy was sitting in her Library. She had barely left the room since her husband's return. He was colder, more distant, after losing his son. Figures he would be, he just lost his only heir. Lucius was now on some mission to try and kill Potter once more; but she knew how it would end. The Dark Lord was going to fail once more, and her family would be punished for it. She found that as the days wore on, she was slowly beginning to question every aspect of the life she was living.

The doors burst open and Lucius barged in. He began to cast several spells on the room to prevent anyone from hearing. He had no emotion on his face, so Narcissa couldn't tell what he was about to do. She began to shake slowly as he turned to her.

"Narcissa," he said urgently, as he grasped her arms. "I saw him. He's alive."