Embers of the Heart ; George Weasley

One - 2.0

Nearly 12 months later

My heart was pounding as we walked up to the house in Little Whinging. George and Fred were by my side, and our daughter was with Molly at the Burrow. Everyone here were about to embark on something dangerous, and I was just here to say goodbye, to make sure George was playing it safe.

We walked up to the house were Potter grew up, following Alastair Moody. We were a whole munch. The twins, Ron, Hermione, Bill, Fleur, Arthur, Fleur, Kingsley, Hagrid and Mundungus Fletcher. Yup, we were a lot.

Moody knocked on the door, carrying two sacks of clothes. Potter answered the door, and I got a peek at an empty house.

Hermione flung herself at Potter, Ron clapped him on the back and Hagrid said a simple, "All righ' Harry? Ready fer the off?"

"Definitely." Potter said, staring at us all in astonishment. "But I wasn't expecting this many of you."

"Change of plans." Moody growled. "Let's get undercover before we talk you through it."

So we walked inside the empty house. His family must've fled the scene the second they got news of possible danger. All I could think about was my own daughter and how she was at home, and if anything happened to George...

"Kingsley, I thought you were looking after the Muggle Prime Minister?" Potter asked as we all settled across what was the kitchen and living room.

"He can get along without me for one night." Said Kingsley. "You're more important."

"Harry, guess what." Tonks said from her seat on the washing machine. She wiggled her ring finger at him which carried a glittery ring.

"You got married?" Potter yelped, looking from her to Lupin whom I hadn't noticed until now.

"I'm sorry you couldn't be there, Harry. It was very quiet."

"That's brilliant, congrat—"

"All right, all right, we'll have time for a cosy catch-up later!" Moody roared and silence fell in the kitchen. Moody dropped the sacks at his feet and turned to Potter. "As Dedalus probably told you, we had to abandon Plan A. Pius Thicknesse has gone over, which gives us a big problem. He's made is an imprisonable offence to connect this house to the Floo Network, place a Portkey here or Apparate in or out. All done in the name of your protection, to prevent You-Know-Who getting in at you. Absolutely pointless, seeing as your mother's charm does that already. What he's really done is stopping you getting out of here safely. Second problem, you're underage, which means you've still got the trace on you."

"I don't—"

"The trace, the trace!" Moody said impatiently. "The charm that detects magical activity around under-seventeens, the way the Ministry finds out about underage magic! If you, or anyone around you, casts a spell to get you out of here, Thicknesse is going to know about it, and so will the Death Eaters. We can't wait for the trace to break, because the moment you turn seventeen, you'll lose all the protection your mother gave you. In short, Pius Thicknesse thinks he's got you cornered good and proper."

"So what are we going to do?"

"We're going to use the only means of transport left to us, the only ones the trace can't detect, because we don't need to cast spells to use them: brooms, Thestrals and Hagrid's motorbike. Now, your mother's charm will only break under two conditions; when you come of age or—" Moody gestured around the place. "— you no longer call this place home. You and your aunt and uncle are going your separate ways tonight, in the full understanding that you're never going to live together again, correct?"

Potter nodded.

"So this time, when you leave, there'll be no going back, and the charm will break the moment you get outside its range. We're choosing to break it early, because the alternative is waiting for You-Know-Who to come and seize you the moment you turn seventeen. The one thing we've got on our side is that You-Know-Who doesn't know we're moving you tonight. We've leaked a fake trail to the Ministry; they think you're not leaving until the thirtieth. However, this is You-Know-Who we're dealing with, so we can't just rely on him getting the date wrong; he's bound to have a couple of Death Eaters patrolling the skies in this general area, just in case. So, we've given a dozen different houses every protection we can throw at them. They all look like they could be the place we're going to hide you, they've all got come connection with the order; my house, Kingsley's place, Molly's Auntie Muriel's— you get the idea."