y/n at hogwarts

Chapter 29 - Heroes

The Order of the Phoenix were gathered in the living room of Harry's former residence, Privet Drive 4. Moody had called them all together to discuss their next move to protect Harry. He struck his cane against the floor and everybody's attention turned towards the limping man. "Potter, you're underage, which means you've still got a trace on you." Harry's brows furrowed. "What's the trace?" He questioned. "If you sneeze, the Ministry will know who wipes your nose. Point is, we have to use those means of transport that the trace can't detect," Moody replied. "Brooms, thestrals and the like. We'll go in pairs. That way, if anyone is out there waiting for us, most likely they will be, won't know which Harry is the real one." Harry was still confused. "The real one?" Moody shuffled in his pocket and pulled out a bottle, a grin spreading on his face. "I believe you're familiar with this particular brew," The man said popping open the bottle. "No, absolutely not!" Harry said fast. "I told you he would take it well," Hermione commented with a sigh. "No, if you think I'm gonna let everyone risk their lives for me..." Harry continued but Ron cut him off, "Never done that before, have I?" Harry turned towards Ron and raised his voice, "This is different. Taking that, becoming me, no!" Fred let out a chuckle, "Well, none of us really fancy it mate," he said and George added with a smirk, "Yeah, imagine if something went wrong we ended up a scrawny specky git forever." Y/N who was standing next to the redhead nudged him in the ribs. George turned to her with an apologetic smile, "Sorry, love," He muttered and took her hand in his.

Moody cleared his throat and turned to Harry, "Everyone here is of age, Potter, they've all agreed to take the risk," The man then turned towards Hermione, "All right Granger, as discussed." As the girl walked past Harry she quickly ripped a few hairs from his head, making Harry curse at her. She dropped the hairs into the potion carefully and Moody mixed it around in his hand and remarked, "For those who haven't taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning..." he stepped towards the twins and Y/N, "Tastes like goblin piss." Fred took the bottle hesitantly and joked, "Have enough experience with that, do you Mad-Eye?" The man looked at him with a glare and Fred sighed, preparing to take a gulp. "Just trying to defuse the tension." As George took a sip he coughed in disgust and quickly handed it to Y/N. With a grim look, she tipped the bottle back forcing the foul potion down. She felt the effects of the potion begin to sweep over her.

Everybody's height shifted and their limbs seemed to lengthen and thin out, hair turning black as a lightning bolt appeared on their foreheads. When the transition was done, multiple Harrys looked at each other with curiosity as the twins snickered a laugh. "Wow! We're identical!" The twins said in unison. "Not yet, you're not," Moody said and dropped a bunch of clothes on the floor. "Haven't got anything a bit more sporting, have you?" said the Harry dressed as George. "Yeah, I don't fancy this colour," Another Harry commented, his voice usual to Fred's. "Well fancy this, you're not you," Moody answered sharply, "So shut it and strip." Y/N started to pull a pair of jeans on and George whistled lowly with a smirk on his lips, "Never thought I would see the day where Harry is wearing pantie-" George began but was cut off by a slight slap on his arm. "George!" Y/N exclaimed slightly furious. "Sorry again, love," He replied with a chuckle. "Bill, look away, I'm hideous," Fleur said softly, her French accent making her stand out from the others.

As the Order began to filter out of the house, Y/N and George headed over to the thestral. The redhead helped her up as she took hold of his hand, trying to balance herself on the unsteady creature. "Just hold on tight," he said with a soft tone, "Everything's going to be alright." For a brief moment, she let herself rest against his back and muttered tightening her grip, "I hope so." As the winged beast lifted off the ground, its elegant wings flapping, it carried the pair higher into the air. The cold breeze ruffled their hair as the city of London began to stretch out before them. The buildings began to shriek away, as a more quiet and rural countryside came into view. "We're almost there!" George declared through the cool night air. Without warning, a dark shadow suddenly came streaking through the dark sky towards them. It seemed as if a puff of smoke had materialized out of thin air before a green streak of lightning flew right past them. She quickly pulled out her wand and turned towards the shadow, "Stupefy!" Y/N yelled as the shadow came in contact with the spell, falling apart and spiralling into the ground. George started to lower the thestral onto the ground, but a sudden flash of bright green light cut through the sky. "George-" She screamed but before she could react George tucked her body as the spell came straight in contact with him. Y/N quickly took control over the thestral and lowered them to the ground, she could feel George's body going limp against her, his chest rising and falling shallowly as blood stained through his clothes. "Stay with me, George, please," She whispered as she could feel tears starting to form in her eyes. The next moment they were in a familiar field close to the Burrow, slowly turning back to their usual selves as the others came into view. With all the power Y/N had, she lifted the unconscious man to lean on her shoulder and with small but strong steps they neared the house.

George was lying on the couch, his breathing still shallow as Molly was working swiftly and moving quickly to patch up the wounds, her worried and anxious expression evident on her normally cheerful face. Y/N sat next to George, brushing her fingers through his hair. Fred walked into the room, his face a mix of concern and optimism as he joined her with a half smile. He stood silently for a moment and then addressed Y/N, "He's going to be okay." She let out a sigh and stood up taking a bowl with used cloths. "I know, God knows you two can't be separated," she said half-amusingly. He let out a soft chuckle, "No we can't." She left the room for a moment to switch the dirty cloths into new and clean ones. "How do you feel, Georgie?" Y/N heard Fred ask the redhead on the couch. "Saint-like," George replied his voice hoarse. "Come again?" Fred questioned. "I'm holey, Fred, get it? I'm holey." Fred chuckled and let out a sigh, "The whole wide world of jokes and you go for "I'm holey." George smiled slightly and added, "Reckon I'm still better looking than you." Y/N smiled softly and stepped into the room as George's eyes caught her. A small smile spread across his face as he shifted on the couch, his hair dishevelled.

"Good evening, love," George greeted as she sat on the edge of the couch, taking his hand. "Take care of her, dear," Molly mumbled, patting the girl's shoulder. "I will," She sighed and smiled at the woman as they were left in the room alone. Y/N turned her face towards him studying his wounds, "George," She sighed her voice breaking, "You could've-" George cut her off as he cupped her cheek and looked at her. "But I didn't, not on your watch," The redhead replied with a playful tone as he left a soft kiss on her lips. Their kiss was cut short as Molly and Arthur rushed past them outside. Yelling and screaming were heard as dark smoke flew around the field, and some lighting and explosions were heard from the field. George grabbed Y/N's hand reassuringly before she got up and ran outside as well. Ginny dashed to the field, presumably running after Harry, Molly and Arthur going after their daughter. Lupin and Tonks were at the edge of the field as well, their stance tense. 

The next morning was the quiet after the storm. Harry and Ginny returned safely to the house and then everybody went to bed, exhausted from the trip. Y/N lit up a small candle in her temporary room with George and Fred for Moody who sadly didn't return to the Burrow. That was all Y/N remembered as she made her way towards the kitchen when she suddenly came to an abrupt stop, her eyes landing on the doorway, Harry and Ginny deep into a makeout session. Y/N slapped her hand over her mouth to hold in a gasp as George's voice cut through the air moments later. "Morning," The redhead said in a teasing tone as he winked at the pair before moving his attention to his fiancée, Y/N. The couple pulled apart as Ginny looked down sheepishly and turned around the corner while Harry's face turned beet red as he followed suit. Y/N stepped into the kitchen as George snickered a laugh and said, "Something tells me this isn't quite what you expected to see first thing in the morning. "It definitely makes for an interesting start," She replied with a chuckle and walked towards him. "How are you feeling?" Y/N questioned, looking over his wounds. "Better than last night, that's for sure. Could've almost lost an ear, innit." He replied looking down at her, resting his hands on her waist. "Good," Y/N sighed with a faint smile and looked out of the window for a moment. Her expression grew more worried as he noticed it. "What is it?" George asked, his expression concerned. "War is coming, everything seems to be falling apart-" Y/N made eye contact with George. "I know," He whispered gently, bringing his hand to brush away her hair from her face. "But I'm not going anywhere," The redhead's voice dropped below a whisper. "I'll be with you, no matter where we both are, I'll always be with you."