Okay so from here on (havent figure out if I want to add some after the war things or not yet), you will see some lines and phrases from the book Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Those lines are owned by J.K. Rowling, and in no way am I trying to claim them. They are needed because this is a POV telling of the books, and I will have to use some of the things that Ron has been told and hears around him.

Also, it doesn't specify how they got to Harry's, so instead of all of them flying for three hours, I had Ron, Hermione, the twins, and Moody portkey over, while the rest either flew over on the thestrals or apparated.

Chapter 190: Retrieving Harry Potter

On the evening of Harry's rescue, Moody had us gather around an old piece of plyboard. Hermione, Fred, George, and I were to portkey at the end of Harry's block, while Bill, Fleur, Hagrid, Tonks, and Kingsley flew ahead and the rest apparated a ways away from his home. It sucked that we couldnt portkey back with him, but that would not have worked.

We disillusioned ourselves before we all grabbed the board at once. I felt that pull that I had when we took the portkey to the World Cup summer before 4th year.

A few seconds later, we hit the ground with a thud.

When we arrived, Harry already has his door open, as others had arrived before us. One by one figures began to pop into sight as our Disillusionment Charms lifted.

Hermione flung her arms around Harry as I clapped him on the back.

"All righ', Harry?" said Hagrid happily. "Ready fer the off?"

"Definitely," said Harry, beaming around at us all. "But I wasn't expecting this many of you!"

"Change of plan," growled Moody, who was holding two enormous bulging sacks, and whose magical eye was spinning from darkening sky to house to garden. "Let's get undercover before we talk you through it."

Harry led us all back into the kitchen where, laughing and chattering, cluttering up his pristine looking abode. All in all it was me, Hermione, Fred and George, Bill, Dad, Moody, Tonks, Lupin, Fleur, Kingsley, Hagrid, and Mundungus Fletcher, who even though Harry probably was still pissed at him for raiding Sirius home, he still seemed glad to see him.

"Kingsley, I thought you were looking after the Muggle Prime Minister?" said Harry.

"He can get along without me for one night," said Kingsley, "You're more important."

"Harry, guess what?" said Tonks from her perch on top of the washing machine, and she wiggled her left hand at him; a ring glistened there.

"You got married?" Harry yelped, looking from her to Lupin.

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

"That's brilliant, congrat –"

"All right, all right, we'll have time for a cozy catch-up later," roared Moody over the hubbub, and silence fell in the kitchen. Moody dropped his sacks at his feet and turned to Harry. "As Dedalus probably told you, we had to abandon Plan A. Pius Thicknesse has gone over, which gives us a big problem. He's made it an imprisonable offense to connect this house to the Floo Network, place a Portkey here, or Apparate in or out. All done in the name of your protection, to prevent You-Know-Who getting in at you. Absolutely pointless, seeing as your mother's charm does that already. What he's really done is to stop you getting out of here safely."

"Second problem: You're underage, which means you've still got the Trace on you."

"I don't –"

"The Trace, the Trace!" said Mad-Eye impatiently. "The charm that detects magical activity around under-seventeens, the way the Ministry finds out about underage magic! If you, or anyone around you, casts a spell to get you out of here, Thicknesse is going to know about it, and so will the Death Eaters."

"We can't wait for the Trace to break, because the moment you turn seventeen, you'll lose all the protection your mother gave you. In short, Pius Thicknesse thinks he's got you cornered good and proper."

"So what are we going to do?" asked Harry.

"We're going to use the only means of transport left to us, the only ones the Trace can't detect, because we don't need to cast spells to use them: brooms, thestrals, and Hagrid's motorbike. Now, your mother's charm will only break under two conditions: when you come of age, or" – Moody gestured around the pristine kitchen – "you no longer call this place home. You and your aunt and uncle are going your separate ways tonight, in the full understanding that you're never going to live together again, correct?"

Harry nodded.

"So this time, when you leave, there'll be no going back, and the charm will break the moment you get outside its range. We're choosing to break it early, because the alternative is waiting for You-Know-Who to come and seize you the moment you turn seventeen.

"The one thing we've got on our side is that You-Know-Who doesn't know we'removing you tonight. We've leaked a fake trail to the Ministry: They think you're not leaving until the thirtieth. However, this is You-Know-Who we're dealing with, so we can't rely on him getting the date wrong; he's bound to have a couple of Death Eaters patrolling the skies in this general area, just in case. So, we've given a dozen different houses every protection we can throw at them. They all look like they could be the place we're going to hide you, they've all got some connection with the Order: my house, Kingsley's place, Molly's Auntie Muriel's – you get the idea."

"Yeah," said Harry, looking as if he wasn't so sure of this plan.

"You'll be going to Tonks's parents. Once you're within the boundaries of the protective enchantments we've put on their house you'll be able to use a Portkey to the Burrow. Any questions?"

"Er – yes," said Harry. "Maybe they won't know which of the twelve secure houses I'm heading for at first, but won't it be sort of obvious once fourteen of us fly off toward Tonks's parents?"

"Ah," said Moody, "I forgot to mention the key point. Fourteen of us won't be flying to Tonks's parents. There will be seven Harry Potters moving through the skies tonight, each of them with a companion, each pair heading for a different safe house."

From inside his cloak Moody now withdrew a flask of Polyjuice Potion.

"No!" Harry yelled immediately, his voice ringing through the kitchen. "No way!"

"I told them you'd take it like this," said Hermione, rolling her eyes.

"If you think I'm going to let six people risk their lives - !"

"—because it's the first time for all of us," I groaned.

"This is different, pretending to be me –"

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

Harry didn't find it funny.

"You can't do it if I don't cooperate, you need me to give you some hair."

"Well, that's the plan scuppered," said George. "Obviously there's no chance at all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate."

"Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic; we've got no chance," said Fred.

"Funny," said Harry, "really amusing."

"If it has to come to force, then it will," growled Moody's magical eye now quivering a little in its socket as he glared at Harry. "Everyone here's overage, Potter, and they're all prepared to take the risk."

Mundungus didn't look like he was willing to do anything risky. Something made me feel like he needed to be watched.

"Let's have no more arguments. Time's wearing on. I want a few of your hairs,boy, now."

"But this is mad, there's no need –"

"No need!" snarled Moody. "With You-Know-Who out there and half the Ministry on his side? Potter, if we're lucky he'll have swallowed the fake bait and he'll

be planning to ambush you on the thirtieth, but he'd be mad not to have a Death Eater or two keeping an eye out, it's what I'd do. They might not be able to get at you or this house while your mother's charm holds, but it's about to break and they know the rough position of the place. Our only chance is to use decoys. Even You-Know-Who can't split himself into seven."

Harry caught Hermione's eye and looked away at once.

"So, Potter – some of your hair, if you please."

Harry glanced at me, and I simply shrugged, indicating him to just do it and get it over with.

"Now!" barked Moody.

With all of our eyes upon him, Harry reached up to the top of his head, grabbed a hunk of hair, and pulled.

"Good," said Moody, limping forward as he pulled the stopper out of the flask of potion. "Straight in here, if you please."

Harry dropped the hair into the mud like liquid. The moment it made contact with its surface, the potion began to froth and smoke, then, all at once, it turned a clear, bright gold.

"Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry," said Hermione. I raised my eyebrows in confusion over her statement, which she caught.

"Oh, you know what I mean – Goyle's potion tasted like bogies." said Hermione, blushing.

"Right then, fake Potters line up over here, please," said Moody.

Me, Hermione, Fred, George, and Fleur lined up in front of the sink.

"We're one short," said Lupin.

"Here," said Hagrid gruffly, and he lifted Mundungus by the scruff of the neck and dropped him down beside Fleur, who wrinkled her nose pointedly and moved along to stand between Fred and George instead.

"I'm a soldier, I'd sooner be a protector," said Mundungus.

"Shut it," growled Moody. "As I've already told you, you spineless worm, any Death Eaters we run into will be aiming to capture Potter, not kill him. Dumbledore always said You-Know-Who would want to finish Potter in person. It'll be the protectors who have got the most to worry about, the Death Eaters'll want to kill them."

Mundungus did not look particularly reassured, but Moody was already pulling half a dozen egg cup-sized glasses from inside his cloak, which he handed out, before pouring a little Polyjuice Potion into each one.

"Altogether, then … "

Me, Hermione, Fred, George, Fleur, and Mundungus drank. I almost gagged as the point hit my throat. It may have looked golden, but it tasted like old socks. At once, I felt myself shrink, which was odd. I felt my nose scrunch in and my feet seemed to retract. I hadn't realized Harry's feet were smaller than mine. the last odd feeling was my eyes. I felt them get a bit smaller and my vision instantly got bad. Real bad. Harry eas five steps away from being blind as a bat.

Mood loosened the ties of the large sacks he had brought with him. When he straightened up again, there were six Harry Potters gasping and panting in front of him.

Fred and George turned to each other and said together, "Wow – we're identical!"

"I dunno, though, I think I'm still better-looking," said Fred, examining his reflection in the kettle.

"Bah," said Fleur, checking herself in the microwave door, "Bill, don't look at me– I'm 'ideous."

"Those whose clothes are a bit roomy, I've got smaller here," said Moody, indicating the first sack, "and vice versa. Don't forget the glasses, there's six pairs in the side pocket. And when you're dressed, there's luggage in the other sack."

The real Harry looked like this was the most bizarre thing he had ever seen. We started stroking and changing.

"I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo," I said, looking down at my bare chest after slipping the glasses on.

"Harry, your eyesight really is awful," said Hermione, as she put on glasses.

Once dressed, us fake Harrys took rucksacks and owl cages, each containing a stuffed snowy owl, from the second sack.

"Good," said Moody, as at last seven dressed, bespectacled, and luggage-laden Harrys faced him. "The pairs will be as follows: Mundungus will be traveling with me,by broom –"

"Why'm I with you?" grunted the Harry nearest the back door.

"Because you're the one that needs watching," growled Moody, and sure enough,his magical eye did not waver from Mundungus as he continued, "Arthur and Fred –"

"I'm George," said the twin at whom Moody was pointing. "Can't you even tellus apart when we're Harry?"

"Sorry, George –"

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

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

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

Fleur walked over to stand beside him, giving him a look of pure disdain, which looked hilarious with Harry's facial features.

"Miss Granger with Kingsley, again by thestral –"

Hermione looked reassured as she answered Kingsley's smile. As much as I wanted her with me, i knew she would more than likely be safer with Kingsley.

"Which leaves you and me, Ron!" said Tonks brightly, knocking over a mug tree as she waved at me.

"Great, Im done for." I whispered in Hermione's ear, who nudged me.

"An' you're with me, Harry. That all righ'?" said Hagrid, looking a little anxious."We'll be on the bike, brooms an' thestrals can't take me weight, see. Not a lot o' roomon the seat with me on it, though, so you'll be in the sidecar."

"That's great," said Harry hesitantly.

"We think the Death Eaters will expect you to be on a broom," said Moody . "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 looks at home on a broomstick. All right then," he went on, tying up the sack with the fake Potters' clothes in it and leading

the way back to the door, "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 on …"

Harry hurried to gather his things and followed us to the dark back garden.

"Be safe," said Hermione, squeezing my hand quickly.

"You too," I said back.

Hermione got helped up onto a great black thestral by Kingsley, which still freaked me out, as it looks like she was simply sitting in midair, Fleur onto the other by Bill, Hagrid was standing ready beside the motorbike, goggles on.

"Is this it? Is this Sirius's bike?" asked Harry.

"The very same," said Hagrid, beaming down at Harry. "An' the last time yeh was on it, Harry, I could fit yeh in one hand!"

Harry looked humiliated as he got into the sidecar. It placed him several feet below everybody else: I smirked at the sight of him sitting there like a child in those bumpity cars Hermione told me about. Harry shot me a look that clearly told ne to sod off.

"Arthur's done a bit o' tinkerin'," said Hagrid. "It's got a few tricks up its sleeves now. Tha' one was my idea."He pointed a thick finger at a purple button near the speedometer.

"Please be careful, Hagrid." said Dad, who was standing beside them,holding his broomstick. "I'm still not sure that was advisable and it's certainly only to be used in emergencies."

"All right, then." said Moody. "Everyone ready, please. I want us all to leave at exactly the same time or the whole point of the diversion's lost."

Everybody motioned their heads.

"Hold tight now, Ron," said Tonks, as I gave Lupin a look that clearly stated that I did not fancy holding his wife's waist before placing my hands on each side.

Hagrid kicked the motorbike into life: It roared like a dragon, and the sidecar began to vibrate.

"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 Tonks took off like she was on a Firebolt. We sped past Harry and Hagrid, Bill and Fleur. and Hermione and Kingsley. I couldn't help but worry about her as I seen her grip even tighter around Kingsley, more than likely terrified.

And then, out of nowhere, out of nothing, we were surrounded. At least thirty hooded figures, suspended in midair, formed a vast circle in the middle of which we had risen. Screams, a blaze of green light on every side.

"Shit!" exclaimed Tonks as she maneuvered around the flying curses. "Its an ambush!"

I moved one hand off of Tonks and took my wand out of my pocket. "You steer, Ill hex!" I yelled.

Streaks of red, purple, and green lights filled the sky. Tonks flew violently around, trying to avoid the hexes and curses being thrown. Bellatrix Lestrange even popped her barmy ass out of nowhere, intending on hitting Tonks with all her might, however, we managed to shake her.

A hooded figure rose up in front of us, causing Tonks to stop before she crashed into him. He gave a sinister grin, and I could see his blackened teeth.

"STUPEFY!" I cried out, throwing the spell at the Death Eater, hitting him full on in the face and causing him to fall off his broom.

"Brilliant, Weasley!" cheered Tonks as we began to fly again. As we dipped and dodged, I had to stun at least three more of the gits before we shook them off.

Tonks sped ahead, leaving the rest behind us.

"What the bloody hell! We have to go back!" I yelled.

"I have to keep going, Moody's orders!" yelled Tonks back.

"Hang his orders! What about Hermione?! Harry! My brothers! My fucking dad!"

"And Remus!" added Tonks. "You think I want to leave my husband in that shit?! They will be fine, they are trained for this! And Hermione and Harry are in capable hands!"