second//bill weasley

twenty four

Tonight is the night Harry is being moved from the Durselys' home to the Burrow. The Order were able to talk Mundungus Fletcher into help. Since Ginny still has the Trace on her she stays at the Burrow with Molly. Maddie's birthday isn't for two days meaning she can't come either. She was rather upset she couldn't be involved in helping Harry but she could give us away with the trace. We couldn't risk it.

Hagrid knocks on the door of 4 Privet Drive. "Hello, Harry." Hermione and Ron both rush to hug Harry. "You're looking fit."

Mad-Eye walks through the front door. "Yeah, he's absolutely gorgeous. What say we get undercover before someone murders him?"

Arthur is next. "Evening."

After him is Kingsley, then Bill and I, then Fred and George, Hagrid, Mundungus, Remus and Tonks.

"Kingsley, I thought you were looking after the Prime Minister," Harry says.

"You are more important," Kingsley tells him.

Bill smiles at Harry. "Nice to see you again."

"He was never always this handsome," Fred says as he walks through the door.

"Dead ugly," George remarks.

"True enough," Bill remarks.

I roll my eyes. "You're still beautiful Bill."

"Just remember, Annie, Bill takes his steaks on the raw side now," Remus jokes.

"My husband, the joker," Tonks teases. "By the way, wait till you hear the news. Remus and I..."

Mad-Eye pushes his way into the room. "All right. We'll have time for a cozy catch-up later. We've got to get the hell out of here. And soon. Potter, you're underage, which means you've still got the Trace on you."

"What's the Trace?" Harry questions.

"That if you sneeze, the Ministry will know who wipes your nose. The point is we have to use those means of transport the Trace can't detect: Brooms, Thestrals and the like. We go in pairs. That way, if anyone's out there waiting for us, and I reckon there will be... they won't know which Harry Potter is the real one."

"The real one?" Harry asks.

Mad-Eye holds up a flask. "I believe you're familiar with this particular brew."

"No. Absolutely not," Harry protests.

"I told you he'd take it well," Hermione remarks.

"No, if you think I'm gonna let everyone risk their lives for me, I..." Harry starts.

"Never done that before, have we?" Ron remarks.

"No. No. This is different. I mean, taking that, becoming me. No," Harry insists.

"Well, none of us really fancy it, mate," George tells Harry.

"Imagine if something went wrong, and we ended up a scrawny, specky git forever," Fred jokes.

"Everyone here is of age, Potter. They've all agreed to take the risk," Mad-Eye assures.

Mundungus clears his throat. "Technically, I've been coerced. Mundungus Fletcher, Mr. Potter. Always been a huge admirer."

"Nip it, Mundungus," Mad-Eye tells him. "All right, Granger, as discussed."

Hermione grabs a hair from the back of Harry's head. She brings it to Mad-Eye.

"Blimey, Hermione," Harry remarks as he rubs the back of his head.

"Straight in here, if you please," Mad-Eye instructs.