You tied your hair into a ponytail and faced yourself in the mirror. You winced slightly as you saw your reflection. Just as you turned to leave, you spotted the necklace with the Slytherin ring on it sitting by your desk. You took it and wore it.

Your door opened, revealing Vivian with a worried look. You looked at her and saw her smiling sadly. "Are you sure about this? You might get killed if you do this."

You smiled and took her hands, gently gripping them. "I'll be fine, mum."

Vivian nodded. "I know." She pulled you into a hug, kissing the top of your head. "I'll have to check on Cameron. He has to be out of England so he would be out of danger."

"Wouldn't the Death Eaters be able to track you?" You asked in concern as you pulled away from the hug. "It's only a matter of time until You-Know-Who takes over the Ministry."

"I'll manage," Vivian reassured. "I'll get back safe and sound."

"How about Megan?"

"She plans on returning back to Hogwarts."

Suddenly, Bucky came inside your room and hopped on your bed. You sat down, and the dog started licking your cheeks, causing you to chuckle. "Hey, Buck." You greeted aa you patted his head.

Bucky stopped and laid his head on your lap, looking at you. You sighed as you ran your fingers through his fur. "I'll miss you, Buck." You said before planting a kiss on top of his head.

"Can't you just stay at Hogwarts?" Vivian asked worriedly. "Like, leave the mission to your friends?"

You shook your head. "No, mum. Everywhere we go, it will always be dangerous. Even if I stay at Hogwarts, it's still not safe."

Vivian sighed and sat beside you, patting Bucky's head. "I'm just worried. I don't want to lose you."

You smiled and placed your hand on hers. "You won't lose me, mum, I promise."

You and Vivian heard a knock on your door, causing the two of you to look away and see Megan standing and leaning by your door. "Mum, can I have a moment with (Y/n)?"

Vivian nodded. "Oh, sure."

Vivian left your room with Bucky while Megan entered and looked around your room. "If you die, I'm definitely taking your room." She slightly chuckled as she turned her back on you.

You scoffed. "Thanks for the motivating words there, sis." You waited for her another sarcastic comment, but all you heard was faint crying. You instantly stood up and approached your sister.

Megan leaned her hands on your desk, lowering her head down to hide her tear-stained face. You stood beside her and gently tried to turn her to face you, but she didn't budge. "Megan..."

Megan shook her head and held her finger up. "Give me a sec... I can do this."

You have her a moment until you brought her into your embrace. Megan burst into more tears as she leaned her head against your shoulders and her hands gripped on your sleeve. "I'm so sorry... it's just that..." Megan took a deep breath. "I can't bear to imagine you being out there risking your life just to find those damn Horcruxes."

"You do know it's the only way to stop You-Know-Who."

"I can come with you."

"I thought you were planning to come back to Hogwarts?"

Megan pulled away and wiped her tears away. "Yeah, to bring back Dumbledore's Army. But I could come with you and--"

"No, no, no." You shook your head and placed your hands on your sister's shoulders. "It's a great idea to regroup the Dumbledore's Army. You and the others could do that while we find the Horcruxes. Recruit as many as you can."

Megan stared at you for a moment before hugging you again. "I rarely say this, but... I love you, sis."

You let out a light chuckle. "I love you too, MJ."

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"You bring news, I trust?" Voldemort asked Snape.

"It will happen Saturday next, at nightfall," Snape replied.

"I've heard differently, my Lord." Corban Yaxley stated. "Dawlish, the Auror, has let slip that the Potter boy will not be moved until the 30th of this month. The day before he turns 19."

"This is a false trail," Snape argued. "The Auror Office no longer plays any part in the protection of Harry Potter. Those closest to him believe we have infiltrated the Ministry."

"Well, they got that right, haven't they?"

Draco was looking down as he listened to the waves of laughter of the Death Eaters around, sitting beside his parents, who were quiet the whole meeting. Unfortunately for the Malfoy family, the Death Eaters made their home as headquarters. Draco's family was forced to give the manor to the Dark Lord.

This was a punishment for Lucius' recklessness and, most likely, Draco's failed mission to kill Dumbledore. However, Voldemort helped Lucius, and the other Death Eaters broke out of Azkaban despite Lucius' unsuccessful task.

"What say you, Pius?" Voldemort questioned Pius Thicknesse.

"One hears many things, my Lord," Pius Thicknesse answered. "Whether the truth is among them is not clear."

Voldemort chuckled. "Heh. Spoken like a true politician. You will, I think, prove most useful, Pius." When Pius remained quiet, Voldemort looked at Snape for more information. "Where will he be taken, the boy?"

"To a safe house," Snape answered right away. "Most likely the home of someone in the Order. I'm told it's been given every manner of protection possible. Once there, it will be impractical to attack him."

"Ahem. My Lord," Draco heard his aunt Bellatrix called out, catching the attention of Voldemort. "I'd like to volunteer myself for this task. I want to kill the boy." She pleaded.

Suddenly, a scream from the cellar interrupted the meeting causing Draco to flinch.

"Wormtail!" Voldemort exclaimed. "Have I not spoken to you about keeping our guest quiet?"

"Yes, my Lord." Pettigrew nodded. "Right away, my Lord." Pettigrew hurriedly scuttled out of the room.

"As inspiring as I find your bloodlust, Bellatrix... I must be the one to kill Harry Potter." Voldemort stated. Bellatrix lowered her head down. "But I face an unfortunate complication. That my wand and Potter's share the same core."

Draco glanced up as Voldemort stood up from his seat. "They are, in some ways, twins." Voldemort continued. "We can wound, but not fatally harm one another." He placed his wand down and started walking around.

"If I am to kill him... I must do it with another's wand." Draco felt the Dark Lord's presence behind him, causing the boy to shiver slightly as Voldemort placed his hand on Draco's chair. "Come, surely one of you would like the honor.

"Mm?" He stopped between Draco and his father. "What about you, Lucius?"

Lucius looked up. "My Lord?" He asked, trembling.

"My Lord?" Voldemort repeated mockingly. "I require your wand." Lucius hesitantly pulled out his wand and gave it to Voldemort, shaking in fear.

Voldemort examined his wand. "Do I detect elm?"

"Yes, my Lord."

Draco watched as Voldemort snapped his father's wand in two, causing the old Malfoy to flinch. "And the core?" Voldemort asked.

"Dragon..." Lucius answered, clearing his throat. "Dragon heartstring, my Lord."

"Dragon heartstring?" Voldemort threw Lucius' wand on the table angrily. He faced the other Death Eaters before looking at the woman floating in the air and pointed his wand at her, bringing her to the center of the table. "To those of you who do not know... we are joined here tonight by Ms. Charity Burbage, who until recently taught at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry."

The woman groaned in pain. "Her specialty was Muggle Studies." Some Death Eaters laughed. "It is Ms. Burbage's belief that Muggles are not so different from us."

Voldemort paused for a moment. "She would give her way... have us mate with them."

"Blegh!" Bellatrix exclaimed in disgust as the other Death Eaters laughed hysterically.

"To her, the mixture of magical and Muggle blood is not an abomination... but something, to be encouraged." Voldemort finished.

Draco looked up at her as tears formed in her eyes. "S-Severus." The woman called out. Draco glanced at Snape, who remained wearing a blank expression. "Severus, please. We're friends."

"Avada Kedavra!" Suddenly, Voldemort shot the Killing Curse on Charity, causing her body to fall on the table, creating a thud. She was lifeless. Draco flinched and gulped as she stared at nowhere, a tear slipping out from her dead eyes.

Draco closed his eyes for a moment, avoiding the corpse lying on the table in front of him.

"Nagini." Draco heard Voldemort's voice causing him to open his eyes. "Dinner."

Nagini, Voldemort's snake, climbed up on the table and slithered towards the dead body. Draco watched as the snake quickly attacked the corpse causing him to look away.

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Harry opened the door, and a bright grin greeted you, Hermione, and Ron, along with Hagrid and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix. "Hello, Harry!" Hagrid greeted.

Ron quickly ran towards Harry and hugged him tightly, causing Harry to hug back and chuckle. You and Hermione walked towards them.

Harry pulled away from Ron and hugged you, kissing your cheek. "How I've missed you!" He exclaimed.

You chuckled and pulled away. "We missed you too, Harry." You entered the house while Harry hugged Hermione as well, his smile never leaving his face.

"You're looking fit." Hagrid complimented.

"Yeah, he is absolutely gorgeous..." Alastor Moody added, stepping inside the house. "What say we get undercover before someone murders him..."

Moody dropped something on the floor and walked around as Arthur Weasley entered the house too. Harry walked towards Kingsley. "Kingsley, I thought you were looking after the Prime Minister?"

"You are more important," Kingsley said.

Peggy Watson entered the house and greeted Harry. "Hello, dear." She greeted kindly. "I'm Margaret Watson. You can call me Peggy."

Harry grinned. "It's nice to meet you, Peggy."

Peggy nodded and looked around the house while Bill Weasley came in with Fleur Delacour. "Hello, Harry. Bill Weasley." Bill introduced as he shook his hand with Harry. Fleur saw you and smiled kindly, causing you to smile back.

"Oh, a pleasure to meet you." Harry smiled.

She walked towards you and stood beside you. "Still beautiful as ever, Fleur." You commented.

Fleur chuckled. "You look beautiful too, (Y/n). And I still thank you for what you did back on the Triwizard Tournament."

You chuckled. "I'm just glad to help."

"He was never always this handsome." The Weasley twins described their older brother as they entered the house. "Dead ugly."

Bill chuckled. "True enough." He pointed to the claw marks he has on his face. "Owe it all to a werewolf, name of Greyback. Hope to repay the favor one day."

Fleur walked towards Bill and tiptoed, kissing Bill's cheek. "You're still beautiful to me, William."

"Just remember, Fleur." Lupin came in and stuffed his hand in his pockets. "Bill takes his steak on the raw side now."

"My husband, the joker." Nymphadora Tonks said, looking up to Lupin lovingly. She placed her hand on her stomach. "By the way, wait till you hear the news... Remus and I--"

She was cut off by Moody. "All right. We'll have time for a cozy catch-up later." Lupin glared at Moody for cutting his wife off. "We've got to get the hell out of here. And soon."

Moody stood in front, facing everyone with Arthur behind him. "Potter, you're underage, which means you've still got the Trace on you."

"What's the Trace?" Harry asked.

"If you sneeze, the Ministry will know who wipes your nose." You whispered to Harry, causing him to crack a small smile

"The point is, we have to use those means of transport which the Trace can't detect," Moody stated. "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 asked.

Moody pulled out his flask and smiled. "I believe you're fully aware and familiar with this particular brew."

Harry shook his head. "No, absolutely not."

"I told you he'd take it well," Hermione said from behind.

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

"Have done that before, haven't we?" Ron spoke up, causing Harry to glance at him. "No, no, this is different. I mean, taking that, becoming me. No!"

"Well, none of us really fancy it, mate," Fred said.

George nodded, agreeing with his twin brother. "Yeah, imagine if something went wrong, and we ended up a scrawny, specky git forever."

Harry sighed. "Everyone here is of age, Potter," Moody explained. "They all agreed to take the risk."

"Technically, I've been coerced." The man beside Lupin and Kingsley spoke. "Mundungus Fletcher, Mr. Potter. Always been a huge admirer."

"Nip it, Mundungus." Moody hissed, causing Mundungus to step back. Moody looked at Hermione. "Alright, Granger, as discussed."

Hermione harshly pulled out some hair from Harry and brought it to Moody. Harry winced in pain and rubbed the part where she pulled out some of his hair. "Blimey, Hermione!"

"Straight in there, if you please." Hermione placed the hair down at the flask. Moody shook the flask gently. "For those of you who haven't taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning: it tastes like goblin piss."

"Have a lot of experiences with that, do you, Mad-Eye?" Fred asked as Moody gave him the flask. "Just trying to diffuse the tension."

Fred drank the brew, and so did George. They passed the flask so everyone could drink, and they started changing appearances. Harry watched as the flask was given to you. "You too?" He questioned.

You shrugged. "Mhm. It's the first time I'm finally tasting this potion." You drank up and cringed when the potion hit your throat. "Oh, that's nasty." You commented before passing the flask to the next drinker.

Slowly, you and the others turned into Harry. There are now eight Harry Potters inside the room. "Wow! We're identical!" Fred and George exclaimed as they faced each other.

"Not yet, you're not," Moody said before dropping a bunch of similar clothes on the floor. The people who participated in disguising as Harry started dressing up and picking up the clothes.

"Haven't got anything a bit more sporting, have you?" George asked.

"Yeah, I don't really fancy this color," Fred complained as he brought up the shirt.

"Well, fancy this, you are not you. So shut it and strip." Moody exclaimed.

"Alright, Alright!" Mundungus yelled.

"You'll need to change too, Potter," Moody whispered to Harry.

"Bill, look away. I'm hideous." Fleur sighed and removed her bra.

"Ginny did lie about that tattoo." Ron chuckled as he puts on the red shirt. "I knew she was lying."

"Harry, your eyesight really is awful," Hermione complained as she wore the glasses.

You put on the eyeglasses when you were done dressing up and faced yourself in the mirror. "Oh, this feels weird." You lightly chuckled as you poked your cheek.

"Right, then. We'll be pairing off." Moody stated. "Each Potter will have a protector. Mundungus, stick tight to me. I want to keep an eye on you. As for Harry--"

"Yes?" All Harrys in the room asked.

Moody rolled his eyes. "The real Harry. Where the devil are you, anyway?"

Harry showed up; his pants were still unzipped. "Here."

"You'll ride with Hagrid," Moody said.

"I brought you here eighteen years ago when you were no bigger than a Bowtruckle," Hagrid told Harry. "Seems only right that I should be the one that takes you away now."

"Yes, it's all very touching," Moody muttered. "Let's go!"

You turned around to look for your companion. You smiled when you saw her. "Where's Uncle Steve?"

"He helped your mother to hide your brother away from the Death Eaters." Peggy stood beside you and smiled. "Ready?"

You nodded. "Always."

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Please read!

Since underage wizards have Traces until they turn 17, I decided to change it. Although they aren't underage anymore, the characters still have their Traces until they turned 19 since I changed their ages in the beginning of the book.