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George and Marina were fast asleep in eachothers arms when Molly slowly trudged in. As she reached for the light switch she studied them in the dark, her stomach queasy with the curiosity of why her son had chosen the dark lords daughter. She sign, hopeful that they wouldn't last much longer. Upon turning on the light George groaned, pulling marina closer to him on the couch. She grimaced as well and from under the blanket Molly noticed that Marina was wearing George's shirt. Huffing she went to the stairs calling to them. "Get up!"
George promptly fell back asleep as marina sat on the edge of the couch yawning. A knock came to the door as she went to answer. When opening the door Tonks tackled her, pulling her to the parlor as Lupin and Moody let themselves in. "Tonks what are you doing?" she was beaming.
"Oh I have wonderful news Marina!"
"What is it?" Tonks took marinas hand in hers and set them on her stomach.
"I'm with child!" Marina hugged her tight.
"That's wonderful!" A loud thump interuppted followed by George.
"MAD EYE WHAT WAS THAT FOR!"
"Get up you lazy git!"
That night the members of the order made their way to Harrys house. Marina and George were close to the back of the group. George forced her to wear one of his button up shirts under her long jacket and she had black leggings on underneath. She leaned against his shoulder as they went hand in hand into the house.
"All righ', 'arry? Yeh look fit." Moody pushed Hagrid forward.
"Yeah, he's ruddy gorgeous. What do ya say we get undercover before someone murders him." Kingsley watched Marina for a moment, before stepping up into the house.
"Love." George softly kissed her. "Be careful tonight ok..." she smiled up at him.
"You to George. I love you."
"I love you to." they all went into the house. Bill was introducing himself to Harry as Fred and George popped in.
"Wasn't always this handsome."
"Dead ugly." Bill let out a whole-hearted laugh turning to Harry.
"True enough. Owe it all to a werewolf by name of Greyback. Hope to repay the favor one day." Fleur took his hand, soft pecking his cheek.
"You are still beautiful to me, William." Lupin cut in as George went back to Marina kissing her forehead.
"Just remember, Fleur, once you're married: Bill takes his steaks on the raw side now."
"My husband, the joker. By the way, wait until you hear the news! Remus and I are –" Marina beamed as Mad-Eye cut in.
"All right, all right! You'll all have time for a cozy catch-up later! We've got to get the hell out of here and soon!" He withdrew a few sacks, dropping them to his feet as he turned to address Harry.
"Potter, you're underage, which means you've still got the Trace on you."
"You sneeze and the Ministry will know who wipes your nose... Point is, we have to use those means of transport the Trace can't detect: brooms, thestrals and the like.
We'll 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." Marina shuddered.
"The real one…?" Moody withdrew a flask from his coat pocket, a giddy smirk on his lips.
"I believe you're familiar with this particular brew." Harry let the idea process for a moment.
"No! Absolutely not!" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I told you he'd take it well."
"If you think I'm going to let people risk their lives for me –" Ron cut in.
"Never done that before, have we?" Everyone shrugged.
"This is different. Taking that. Becoming me — no." Fred calmed him down.
"Well, none of us really fancy it, mate." George followed.
"Yeah, imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as scrawny, specky gits forever."
"Everyone here's of age, Potter, and they've all agreed to take the risk." A small mousey man in the corner let out a nervous laugh.
"Technically, I've been coerced...Mundungus Fletcher, Mr. Potter. I've always been a huge admirer..." Moodys eye furiously locked on to Mundungus.
"Nip it, Mundungus! All right, Granger, as discussed." Hermione shot forward and ripped a tuff of hair from Harrys head. As she dropped in the hair the potion inside began to spit smoke. Mad eye trudged over to Fred.
"For those of you who haven't taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning. It tastes like goblin piss."
"Have a lot of experience with that, do you, Mad-Eye?" Marina giggled as Moody shot Fred a look.
"Just trying to defuse the tension." He passed it to George followed by Marina as they went down the line taking a sip. Tonks watched marina.
"How bad is it?"
"It's bad." Seven Harry Potters soon stood in the tiny kitchen.
"Wow — we're identical!" Mundungus shrunk behind moody, thankful that the Auror let Marina take his place.
"Not yet you aren't." he gestured to the sacks as everyone pulled matching outfits from them.
"Don't have something a bit more sporty, do you?" George asked as Marina hid behind Tonks to change.
"Yes, don't fancy this color at all." Fred added as Mad-Eye chuckled.
"Fancy this: You're not you, so shut it and strip. You'll need to change too, Potter."
"Blimey. I almost forgot." Mad-Eye rummaged in his pocket, pulling out a fistful of glasses identical to Harry's.
"Right then. We'll be pairing off. Each Potter will have a protector. Except Mundungus, you stay close to Marina and I. As for you, Harry…"
"Yes?" Everyone asked simultaneously.
"The real Harry! Where the devil are you, anyway?" He fumbled and raised a hand
"You'll ride with Hagrid." Hagrid trudged up to him.
"Brought yeh here sixteen years ago when you were barely bigger than a Bowtruckle. Seems only righ' I should be the one ter take yeh away." Mad eye sigh.
"Yeah, it's all very touching... Let's go!" As they filed out, Harry grabed his rucksack and let Hedwig out of the cage.
The other six Harrys sat upon thestrals and brooms. Marina stood with Alastor and Mundungus.
"Good luck, everyone. On the count of three. One… two –" George glanced at Marina and mouthed the words. Be safe, as she smiled at him and everyone took off into the night.