Torchwick or Grindelwald

Chapter 2: Air Escape

Private Street No POV

Harry was remembering Dumbledore's death as he held a piece of a mirror that Sirius gave him before his death, Hedwig screeches as Harry got everything he needed as he Daily Prophet page he was reading was of Dumbledore remembered by Elphias Doge. He stuffed everything he needed on a single bag as he carried Hedwig's cage down as the house was completely empty.

Harry open the cupboard under the stairs and turned the light on as he saw the figures he used to play with most of the time in there. He grabbed one as he heard engine roaring outside and then stopping as he pocket the figure and turned off the light as he opened the front door.

Hagrid; hello, Harry.

Harry; all right. Wow. <gets a hug from Ron then they break it as he sees Hermione> hello. <hugs her>

Hagrid: you're looking fit.

Moody: <walks past them> yeah, he's absolutely gorgeous. What say we get undercover before someone murders him?

Harry: evening.

They all went to the empty living room and Moody dropped a bag in the middle of it as Arthur and Kingsley entered too as the three of them looked outside to make sure no one was spying on them.

Harry; I thought you were looking after the Prime Minister.

Kingsley: you are more important.

A tall Weasley entered the room with Fleur as his named was General Hu- I mean, Bill Weasley.

Bill: hello, Harry. Bill Weasley. <offers his hand>

Harry; <shakes it> oh. Pleasure to meet you.

Fred: he was never always this handsome.

George: dead ugly.

Bill: true enough. Owe it all to a werewolf, name of Greyback. Hope to repay the favor one day.

Fleur: you're still beautiful to me, William.

Lupin: just remember, Fleur, Bill takes his steaks on the raw side now.

Axel: oh ha ha. <makes a chair appear and sits on it>

Harry: Mr Torchwick, how's Wade?

Axel: I don't know. All I know is he declared War on Voldemort and the Death Eaters.

Harry; are you okay?

Axel: to be honest... after who knows how many wars... I'm getting too old for this crap.

Harry; and Tonks?

Axel: with Wade.

Moody; all right. We'll have time for a cozy catch-up later. We've got to get the hell out of here. And soon. Potter, you're underage, which means you've still got the Trace on you.

Harry: what's the Trace?

Moody; if you sneeze, the Ministry will know who wipes your nose. Wade lost the Trace already. We have to use those means of transport the Trace can't detect: 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.

Harry: the real one?

Moody: <takes his flask out> I believe you're familiar with this particular brew. <flicks it open>

Harry: no. Absolutely not.

Hermione: I told you he'd take it well.

Harry: no, if you think I'm gonna let everyone risk their lives for me, I-