A/N: Sorry for the long wait, this chapter is just lengthy and time-consuming to do. And I barely had any time.

Tonks's POV

I got everything ready for the escape attempt. I sighed and looked at Remus. "Ready?" I asked, and he nodded, smiling. I smiled back, and went over to where the others were meeting. We were the last to arrive, so the group left right away. We flew over to Harry's house, with Disillusionment charms.

Harry let us into his house and we gathered around his kitchen. I sat on top of the washing machine, looking around as Harry talked with Kingsley.

"Harry, guess what?" I said excitedly, unable to keep it a secret anymore. I showed him my left hand, where a beautiful ring glistened on my ring finger.

"You got married?" Harry exclaimed, looking at Remus.

"I'm sorry you couldn't be there, Harry, it was very quiet," said Remus.

"That's brilliant, congrat—" started Harry, but Mad-Eye interrupted him.

"All right, all right, we'll have time for a cozy catch-up later!" Mad-Eye started filling Harry in on the new plan. The one that involved polyjuice potion and seven Potters.

Mad-Eye lined up Fleur, Fred, George, Ron, Hermione, and Mundungus. They all drank the potion with Harry's hair in it, and began changing into him. The process was actually pretty funny.

Mad-Eye began pairing up Potters and protectors.

"Good. The pairs will be as follows: Mundungus will be traveling with me, by broom—"

Mundungus started to whine, "Why'm I with you?"

"Because you're the one that needs watching," said Mad-Eye, making a valid and reasonable point for once. "Arthur and Fred—"

"I'm George," said the one Potter (no idea who it was, just saying). "Can't you even tell us apart when we're Harry?"

"Sorry, George—"

"I'm only yanking your wand, I'm Fred really—"

"Enough messing around! The other one—George or Fred or whoever you are—you're with Remus. Miss Delacour—"

"I'm taking Fleur on a thestral. She's not that fond of brooms," said Bill.

Mad-Eye nodded and continued talking. "Miss Granger with Kingsley, again by threstal—" Hermione looked relieved. What was with brooms? They were awesome! At least Ginny was fond of brooms and Quidditch and all that.

I smiled at Ron, "Which leaves you and me, Ron!" I said cheerfully, knocking over a mug tree as I waved to him.

Hagrid smiled at Harry. "An' you're with me, Harry. That all righ'? We'll be on the bike, brooms an' threstals can't take me weight, see. Not a lot o' room on the seat with me on it, though, so you'll be in the sidecar."

"That's great," said Harry hesitantly.

Mad-Eye explained some more. Honestly, I think he is the only one who understood all of the motives and tricks behind this plan completely. "We think the Death Eaters will expect you to be on a broom. Snape's had plenty of time to tell them everything about you he's never mentioned before, so if we do run into any Death Eaters, we're betting they'll choose one of the Potters who look at home on a broomstick. All right then. I make it three minutes until we're supposed to leave. No point locking the back door, it won't keep the Death Eaters out when they come looking . . . come on . . ."

We headed outside and got into formation. I mounted on my broom, and waited for the signal. Auror instincts in me were very queasy. Something was going to happen.

Finally Mad-Eye gave the signal. "All right then. Everyone ready, please; I want us all to leave at exactly the same time or the whole point of the diversion's lost."

I could feel Ron get on behind me. "Hold tight now, Ron," I said, not wanting him to fall off. I wasn't the safest person on a broom.

Mad-Eye started shouting, "Good luck, everyone. See you all in about an hour at the Burrow. On the count of three. One . . . two . . . THREE."

I kicked off and soared into the night sky.

Immediately we were surrounded by Death Eaters. "Wands out!" I yelled, shooting spells at them. I knew we were in trouble.

Unfortunately, the Lestranges decided to pay us a visit. I sped forward, dodging their curses. Rodolphus glanced at Bellatrix, who was looking pleased, and I took my chance. The light from the spell shot out and hit Rodolphus hard. He swerved and begun to fall with his broomstick. I knew he would fly away, but he was injured and out of the fight for now.

Bellatrix snorted, and we started to duel. I was preoccupied with Bellatrix, yet Ron was doing amazing, stunning all of the other Death Eaters. She shot a particularly close one and I quickly dived and then came back up. I was glad that I was comfortable on a broomstick. Bellatrix certainly wasn't going to give up. We were very close to the boundaries of the safe house, if I could just keep it up a little while more.

I shot at Bellatrix, who flung back and then started speeding forward again. I nervously sped up and was just about to cross the boundary when another Death Eater popped up. Ron shot a spell right at their head. "Nice job!" I said, as we crossed into the boundaries.

We entered the Wealey's Auntie Muriel's house. She was fussing over us and how we missed the Portkey to the Burrow. I sighed and mounted the broom again. It looked like we were going to have to fly to the Burrow now.

Ted's POV

I sat at the table, nervously waiting. We were expecting Harry (the real one) and Hagrid to come any moment. Dromeda was more nervous, pacing back and forth. Then, we heard a crash.

"Who's there?" I shouted, "Is it Potter? Are you Harry Potter?" Dromeda went out to look through the window.

"They've crashed, Ted! Crashed in the garden!" she shouted. We rushed outside to find both unconscious.

I brought them inside, and put Harry on the couch. I fixed his injuries and then waited for him to awake.

Finally he opened his eyes. "Hagrid?"

"Hagrid's fine, son, the wife's seeing to him now. How are you feeling? Anything else broken? I've fixed your ribs, your tooth, and your arm. I'm Ted, by the way, Ted Tonks—Dora's father."

Harry tried to sit up. "Voldemort—"

"Easy, now," I said, making him lie back down. "That was a very nasty crush you just had. What happened, anyway? Something go wrong with the bike? Arthur Weasley overstretch himself again, him and his Muggle contraptions?"

"No, Death Eaters, loads of them—we were chased—"

"Death Eaters?" I cut across sharply. "What d'you mean, Death Eaters? I thought they didn't know you were being move tonight, I thought—"

"They knew," said Harry shortly.

I glanced up at the ceiling, holding my breath. I relaxed a little when nothing happened. "Well, we know our protective charms hold, then, don't we? They shouldn't be able to get within a hundred yards of the place in any direction."

Hagrid entered the room, knocking over tables. "Harry! Blimey, Harry, how did yeh get out o' that? I thought we were both goners."

"Yeah me too. I can't believe—"

Harry noticed Dromeda entering the room. She was in the shadows, and resembled her sister, the Death Eater Bellatrix. Harry obviously thought so too. "You!" He shouted, and looked for his wand.

"Your wand's here, son," I said, handing it to him. "It fell right beside you, I picked it up. And that's my wife you're shouting at."

"Oh, I'm—I'm sorry," said Harry sheepishly as Dromeda walked into the light.

"What happened to our daughter? Hagrid said you were ambushed; where is Nymphadora?" asked Dromeda, worriedly.

"I don't know," Harry said, "We don't know what happened to anyone else."

I exchanged worried looks with my wife. The fact that Death Eaters were in the sky tonight was worrisome. I know Dora was a qualified Auror, but she was still a young girl. She just got married, and if anything happened to her. . .

"The Portkey," said Harry suddenly, "We've got to get back to the Burrow and find out—then we'll be able to send you word, or—or Tonks will, once she's –"

"Dora'll be okay, Dromeda," I said, "She knows her stuff, she's been in plenty of tight spots with the Aurors. The Portkey's through here. It's supposed to leave in three minutes, if you want to take it."

"Yeah, we do," said Harry, getting his pack. "I—" He looked at Dromeda, at a loss for words on how to apologize. "I'll tell Tonks—Dora—to send word, when she . . . Thanks for patching us up, thanks for everthing. I—"

I went to the Portkey, and Harry and Hagrid followed me. "There you go, son. That's the Portkey." I pointed to a hairbrush on the table.

"Thanks," said Harry, putting his finger on it.

"Hold on," Hagrid said, "Harry, where's Hedwig?"

"She . . . she got hit," Harry said, painfully. I frowned, feeling sorry for the boy.

Hagrid patted him on the shoulder. "Never mind. Never mind. She had a great old life—"

"Hagrid!" I said warningly as the hairbrush glowed. He quickly touched it and they were transported away. I sighed, hoping Dora was okay.

Remus's POV

Tonight has been rough. First George losing his ear, and then Harry giving himself away with disarming. All I could about Dora was wish that she was safe. Molly said they missed the Portkey, and were traveling by broom. (I call her Dora now, the name both of us like).

Finally Hermione saw them, "It's them!" Dora skidded to a stop and jumped off the broom, "Remus!" she called, and threw herself into my arms. I was so relieved to see her safe that I could barely speak.

Dora stopped hugging me and turned to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. "Ron was great. Wonderful. Stunned one of the Death eaters, straight to the head, and when you're aiming at a moving target from a flying broom—"

"You did?" asked Hermione, looking at Ron.

I turned away from the kids and to Dora. "So what kept you? What happened?" I said, unable to keep to anxiety from my voice. All the emotion in my voice must have sound close to anger.

"Bellatrix," said Dora. "She wants me quite as much as she wants Harry, Remus, she tried very hard to kill me. I just wish I'd got her, I owe Bellatrix. But we definitely injured Rodolphus . . . Then we got to Ron's Auntir Muriel's and we'd missed out Portkey and she was fussing over us—"

I nodded, mad at Bellatrix. One day, they will have a duel to the end. I hope that would be awhile away.

Dora turned to everyone else. "So what happened to you lot?"

Stories were told, as we waited for the last pair to arrive: Bill and Fleur. Kingsley eventually had to leave to check on the Prime Minister. At one point Molly and Arthur went over to Dora and me.

"Thank you," said Molly, "for our sons."

"Don't be silly, Molly." said Dora.

"How's George?" I asked.

"What's wrong with him?" Ron asked.

"He's lost—" began Molly, but was cut off from the arrival of Bill and Fleur. They were unscathed, but brought terrible news. Mad-Eye was dead.

I knew how Dora must be feeling. She was so close to Mad-Eye, he was like a close uncle to her.

I volunteered with Bill to go looked for Mad-Eye's body. We searched all over, but could not find it. Finally, we accepted defeat.