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Also I took a little writters leeway with the Apparating laws. In my story if you see a place on a map you can go there. I know it is a little varience but I needed to in order for things in my story to work.

Well on with the story...

Chapter Eleven

Escaping the Order

Taylor Apparated to a small hill covered in trees and brush. She quickly crouched down and moved off along the hill until she came to a clump of brush she could hide in. She didn't want to be seen. Once Taylor was sitting on the ground, fairly confident that she was concealed from sight, her dark cloak blended in with the shadows cast by the underbrush, she began to think about where she was. She had made it to Godric's Hollow. She smiled but the smile froze on her face. How could she be sure that this was Godric's Hollow? No, she wasn't going to start second guessing herself, not now, not after all she went through to get here. Harry was not going to be happy that she had come here, but she had to. She wanted to see her parent's grave, and see also where they had died. Coming here had been on her mind ever since she had gotten over the shock of finding out who her parents really were. Then, when Harry had said back in June that he was coming here after the wedding, she had started to make plans to come with him too.

An owl hooted in a nearby tree and Taylor jumped, her heart racing. She carefully looked around but didn't see anything out of place. Slowly her heart slowed down. I've got to relax, Taylor thought. It was nearly dark now and the shadows had all merged together so that it was really quite dark where she was hiding. Taylor's stomach gave an angry growl. She remembered she hadn't eaten since that morning at Mrs. Briggs. She had been thinking about getting something to eat at the wedding when Lupin had asked her for a talk. She was pleased with the news that there was one passageway at Hogwarts that they needed to search. Would one be enough to get Harry to go back? She didn't know. She did know, however, that she wasn't going back unless he did. Lupin, she had always had a kind of soft spot for him, even when her and Hermione had figured out that he was a werewolf. Then, after she had found out about her parents, well he was their last best friend. She had missed out on being able to be close at all to Sirius. She had just been a friend of Harry's at the time and she hadn't gone to Sirius' house with the rest of them all that often. She always went to stay with Mrs. Briggs. She could feel tears starting to gather in her eyes and she angrily wiped at them with her hand. She felt the loss of Sirius very strongly as she sat in the dark by herself. I'm not going to let that happen with Lupin, she thought.

A cold chill ran down her spin as she thought of the spells she had used from the Dark Magic books she had read. When she had memorized them she had thought that if she used them against evil then that would be ok. Now she wasn't so sure; and the way Moody had looked at her when he asked about them… She shivered in spite of the warm night and her fingers found the pendant that she still wore around her neck, even after all these years.

When Harry reached the bottom step he was greeted by a number of the Order members. There were the Weasley's, Bill, , Mrs Weasley, even Fred and George, and of course Mr. Weasley and Lupin came down behind him. Tonks was here, as well as Kingsley Shacklebolt, both of whom were auror's for the Ministry, Professor McGonagall and Hestia Jones.

Harry stopped and nodded at them, he only wanted to get to Godric's Hollow as soon as he could, and they were more then likely going to try to stop him.

"Sit down Potter, we need to have a talk," Moody said pointing to a chair. Harry's eyes narrowed and his mouth drew into a straight line. He shifted the bag on his back and looked around at the wizards and witches standing around the Weasley kitchen.

"Don't push your luck tonight boy, I've just about had it with young ones not listening to me," Moody growled again as he gave a threatening flick of his wand.

"Now, Alastor, there's no need to be treating Harry like that. He hasn't gone anywhere," Mr. Weasley said, pulling out a chair and sitting down. The other's followed his lead.

Harry stared at Moody for another minute then he sat down too. His curiosity was definitely getting the better of him. He had never been able to go to any sort of meeting with the Order members. He was now of age, of course, but it hadn't occurred to him that they would let him take part even now, especially now that Dumbledore was gone. He had been making his plans with the assumption that they wouldn't like what he was planning. As he glanced around, he got the distinct feeling that he had come during the middle of the meeting, not the first.

"Harry, we need to know. First- do you know where Taylor is, and why did she go?" Mr. Weasley asked his voice full of concern. All the faces looked a little worried, thought Harry.

Harry wondered for a minute what to tell them, he didn't want to stray far from the truth but he was wary none the less. "Yeah, I know where Taylor went. She, ah, went to the same place I intend on going." He said choosing his words carefully.

Mrs. Weasley gasped and looked at Harry with worried eyes, Shacklebolt rubbed his fingers over his mustache, but Moody just continued to stare at Harry as if he was trying to read his mind. Harry tried to push his plans and any thing important to the back of his mind.

"Well, I'm not so sure you will be going anywhere Potter, and I don't like the idea that you and those other kids have been making plans without first consulting with someone in the Order," Moody growled pointing up towards the ceiling.

Harry's anger ignited, he had almost all he was going to take off of Moody. Just who did he think he was anyway. He might have been a good auror once but he was really losing it now. Harry glanced out the kitchen window. It was dark out and Taylor was out there all alone. He made a fist until his knuckles turned white. "Moody, I've had about enough."

"Harry," Lupin said to interrupt him before he said any more. "We are just worried about you and if you are making plans to go some place we need to know."

Harry looked at Lupin and shook his head, "I can't tell you where I'm going, or what I am going to do when I do get there." Harry said looking from Lupin back to Moody who growled.

Lupin shot Moody a look and said, "What do you mean you can't tell us where you are going or what you will be doing? Dumbledore wanted to keep you safe Harry, and that is what we are trying to do."

"Well I'm really sorry Lupin, but it is Dumbledore's suggestion that I leave, and his wish that I not tell anyone, not even the Order." Harry said, and he could hear grumbling from a number of the Order members.

"Mr. Potter, I don't think that Professor Dumbledore intended you to go out on your own now. You just turned of age, and still have another year of school to complete before you are anywhere near ready enough to take that kind of chance." McGonagall said.

"I'm sorry Professor McGonagall but as of right now I don't intend on going back to Hogwarts this year." Harry said and McGonagall gave a gasp, as did others.

"Oh, Harry, you can't be serious, you can't drop out of school, think about your…" Mrs. Weasley's voice trailed off, and there were tears in her eyes.

Harry really did feel bad that he had told Mrs. Weasley that here. He should have told her before now. She had always treated him like a son and he felt that somehow he was letting her down by not going back. But I can't let that get in my way I have to find the… He stopped himself from thinking about it. "I'm really sorry Mrs. Weasley, but I just can't do what I have to when I'm at Hogwarts."

"So let me get this straight, you are going off by yourself, to a place you refuse tell us about. You do not plan on attending school this year, and you are upset at us for asking. Oh and one of your best friends, who is now at this mystery place, is using Dark Magic spells, and we're not to worry?" Hestia Jones said her voice dripping in sarcasm.

"What do you mean Dark Magic spells? Who is…? You mean Taylor?" Harry asked coming to his feet.

"Harry please sit down, no one is accusing Taylor of anything. We are just trying to find out where she might have learned to use such spells." Mr. Weasley said trying to sound reasonable.

Harry looked around at the faces sitting at the table, they were for the most part worried expressions. A couple of the faces though were looking suspicious. "I didn't know Taylor had used a Dark Magic spell. When did this take place?" He thought he knew the answer; he was just stalling for time so he could think of something to say. He suddenly wondered if this was what Lupin had meant when he said, "Look out for your sister."

"Miss Porter performed the spells this afternoon on the wizards who were trying to take Miss Granger away. Only one of the spells hit its mark. That wizard is lucky to still be alive. The other spell missed but they were both Dark Magic. Miss Porter didn't learn these spells at school. They are old, very dangerous spells that are rooted very deeply in Dark Magic." Moody growled, but his voice wasn't accusing just filled with worry.

Harry was stunned, he couldn't believe that Taylor would ever try to kill anyone, but where would she have found out about those spells? "Taylor isn't into the Dark Arts. She… she would never try to... kill anyone. She was trying to stop those wizards from taking Hermione," Harry said his voice quiet, unbelieving.

"Potter, how well do you know this Miss Porter?" Moody asked.

"I've known her for six years. She's been one of my best friends since we defeated a mountain troll first year. She's…ah… an orphan, her parents were killed when she was a baby. She grew up in Canada before coming to Hogwarts." Harry said, Taylor never talked about herself. If he hadn't heard it from Hermione, he probably wouldn't have known that much general knowledge. He couldn't very well say she was his sister, so leave her alone.

"Well I have decided to do a little digging to find out what I could about, this best friend of yours. Miss Porter has no birth record here or in Canada. She was raised by a muggle, who she called "Aunt Helen", who died when she was four. Her "Uncle Herbert" was a wizard but he had chosen to live as a muggle. He died suddenly just a couple of weeks before she came to Hogwarts. This best friend of yours Potter comes from a very suspicious beginning." Moody growled as both his eyes bore into Harry's.

Harry's chest had tightened as he listened to Moody. He could see where Moody might have cause to be concerned. Taylor just never spoke of her past; she just talked about Mrs. Briggs, whom she lived with when she wasn't in school. If Dumbledore hadn't told him she was his sister… No, she was not into the Dark Arts. There had to be a good explanation; he knew her better than that.

"Suspicious beginning or not, she is NOT into Dark Magic. I don't know where she came across those spells but I plan on finding out. Taylor Porter is my best friend. I'd trust her with my life!" Harry said, coming to his feet again daring anyone to say other wise.

"Harry, I don't think Moody was implying that she is into the Dark Arts. It's just that she performed a couple of very dangerous spells, and we would really like to know how she came across them." Lupin said, and made eye contact with Harry for just a second, but there was approval in his eyes and a hint of a smile.

Harry was still standing and he made his decision in a flash. He had to act now. "I need to use the washroom," he said and walked to the stairway.

"Here Harry, I'll lift the Imperturbable Charm for you," said George.

"I've gotta' go too, Harry. Wait up!" Fred called jumping up and following Harry up the stairs. When they reached the second floor they were met by Ginny, Hermione and Ron, who was as white as a ghost sitting on the floor outside of the bedroom he'd been in.

"Harry, how…" Ginny started but Harry put his finger to his lips.

Harry turned and looked at Fred and said, "I'm leaving, don't try and stop me."

Fred grinned back, his eyes full of mischief, "I wouldn't have expected anything less," he whispered. Then "Follow me." and Harry did. Waving to Ginny, Hermione and Ron, he knew they would understand why he had to hurry away, when he got a chance to explain it to them.

Fred stopped beside the window in Ginny's room, and pushed it up, he then went to her closet and took out a broom and handed it to Harry. "Put your invisibility cloak on and when you get to the gate Apparate. I'll do the rest." Fred said as Ginny joined them, a grin on her face.

"I don't want to get you in trouble. What about Moody's eye, he can see where I'm going," Harry said, as he mounted the broom and pulled the invisibility cloak on, that he had taken out of his bag.

"I said, leave it to me!" Fred repeated.

There was a loud crash down stairs and Fred yelled, "GO!"

Harry wasted no time pushing off the floor, once he was out of the window he threw himself flat on the broom and raced for the gate. He landed just inside, jumped off the broom and ran out through the gate. He fixed his mind on Godric's Hollow, and spun. It was the all too familiar sensation of pressure, like being squeezed out through a hole in a tube of toothpaste. Then it was over and Harry found himself on a small hill surrounded by trees. He had his wand out at the ready.

A/N Well there is another chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. Questions? Comments? Suggestions? Please tell me by leaving a review and I will answer!

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