𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒔 ☆ 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑦𝑛 𝑃𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝑌𝐸𝐴𝑅 𝑆𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑁 ☆ 2

"Come on, come on, get over here!" Moody growled, ringing the doorbell.

Rosalyn watched for a second, noticing Molly had disapparated back to the Burrow, before seeing her brother appear in the doorway. "Hallo Harry!" Hagrid said jovially, whilst Ron hugged Harry.

"Hello!" Harry said as Hermione took her turn, even kissing him on the cheek. Rosalyn went next, as Hagrid remarked. "You're looking fit!"

"Ah, he's absolutely gorgeous, I say we get undercover before someone murders him!" Moody shoved past Rosalyn and Harry into the house.

"You don't say," Rosalyn and Harry said at the same time.

Once they were in the living room, which had been stripped down to nothing, introductions were in order. "Hello Harry," Bill stepped forward, extending his hand. "Bill Weasley."

"Nice to meet you," Harry nodded, but he couldn't help noticing the scars on Bill's face.

"Fenrir Greyback, werewolf, wish I could say I payed him back," Bill joked.

"Just remember, Bill takes his steaks on the raw side, now," Tonks said and smiled. "Oh, did I forget to tell you the news?" She flashed her diamond engagement ring and wedding band at him.

"You got married?" Harry yelped. "That's amazing, I-"

"All right, all right, we'll have time for a cosy catch up later!" Moody barged through the middle of Tonks and Harry, making his way to the top of the room. Rosalyn stood with Neville, hands entwined as he spoke again. "Now, Potter, you're underage, which means you still have the trace on you."

"The what?" Harry asked.

"If you sneeze the Ministry will know who wipes your nose," dismissed Moody. "Anyway, that means we have to use the means of transport the trace can't detect, brooms, thestrals, the like. We go in pairs. That way if there's anyone 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 asked unsurely.

"I believe you're familiar with this type of brew?" Moody pulled out a bottle of polyjuice potion.

As soon as Harry saw it, he protested. "No! Absolutely not!"

"Told you he'd take it well," Hermione said in a smug voice.

"No, if you think I'm going to let everyone risk their lives-" Harry started. "Taking that, becoming me- no!"

"Well none of us really fancy it, Harry," Fred started. "Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky-"

"-Scrawny-" George said.

"-Gits forever!" Fred finished.

"Funny," Harry feigned a smile. "Really amusing!"

"There's no time for this. Granger, if you please," Moody nodded to Hermione.

She walked forward and pulled some of Harry's hair out ("blimey, Hermione!") then delivered it into the potion.

Harry was still hesitant. Moody looked at him and said. "Everyone here is of age, Potter, and they've all agreed to take the risk."

Mundungus cleared his throat. "Erm- technically, I've been coerced. Mundungus Fletcher, Harry Potter, always been an admirer."

"Nip it, Mundungus!" Moody snarled. "Now, fake Potters, line up over here!"

Ron, Hermione, Neville, Fred, George and Mundungus lined up in front of Moody. "You're not doing it?" Harry asked Rosalyn.