Beloved- George Weasley

Chapter 87

"Harry you can't be serious; you didn't actually sleep under here." George said, looking at the cupboard under the stairs. Diana knew George couldn't even stand up straight in there, it was small and cramped, and she wondered how Harry even lived in there for so long.

"I did. Dudley would walk down the stairs, and make the whole room shake so I would wake up." He said, with Hedwig perched on his arm.

"That's..." George looked at the small cupboard again and shook his head. "I can't-" The rest of his sentence was cut off by a loud roar outside his door.

"That must be everyone else," George said, but he still grabbed his wand and stood in front of Diana, just in case, as Harry went to the window in the kitchen.

"Don't worry, it's just the order members." Harry said, he wrenched open the back door. Everyone rushed in with greetings, Hermione hugged Diana while Fred clapped George on the back.

"All righ', Harry? Ready fer the off?" Hagrid asked as he struggled to get through the door. He was pushed in by Mad-eye Moody.

"Change of plans," growled Mad-Eye, who was holding two enormous, bulging sacks, and whose magical eye was spinning from darkening sky to house to garden with dizzying rapidity. "Let's get undercover before we talk you through it." They filled into the large kitchen; it wasn't that large, so they had to squeeze in.

"Where's Mariam?" Diana asked Fred.

"Mum needed some help at home, so she volunteered to stay back, which is much better in my opinion." Fred grinned.

"All right, all right, we'll have time for a cozy catch-up later!" roared Moody over the hubbub, and silence fell in the kitchen. Moody dropped his sacks at his feet and turned to Harry. Moody's gruff voice filled the quiet room as he explained the plan to Harry. That 8 of them will be transformed into Harry and flying to separate house before using a portkey to meet up at the Burrow.

"NO!" Harry shouted, "No way!"

"I told them you'd take it like this." Hermione signed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"If you really think that I'm going to let seven people risk their lives-"

"Because it's the first time for all of us," Ron smirked.

"Well, none of us really fancy it, Harry. Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits forever." Fred chuckled, but Harry didn't laugh, he only shook his head. Diana leaned her weight against George, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well, that's that plan scuppered," said George. "Obviously there's no chance at all of us getting a bit of your hair unless you cooperate."

"Yeah, thirteen of us against one bloke who's not allowed to use magic; we've got no chance," said Fred, shaking his head.

"Funny, really amusing." Harry snapped at the twins.

"If it has to come to force, then it will," growled Moody, his magical eye now quivering a little in its socket as he glared at Harry. "Everyone here's overage, Potter, and they're all prepared to take the risk." Harry still shook his head.

"Harry, you're so dramatic." Diana huffed, she walked up too Harry and grabbed a fistful from the bottom of his hair, and ripped that chunk out.

"OW! Diana!" Harry shouted, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You're wasting our time." Diana huffed; Moody pulled the stopper out of the transfiguration potion. Diana dropped the hair into the vial and walked back over to George who grinned at her proudly. Moody handed everyone some of the potion, it didn't look as disgusting as Diana thought it would be. Instead, it was a clear bright gold color.

"Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry," Hermione said, Ron raised one eyebrow at her accidental sexual joke.

"Oh, you know what I mean — Goyle's potion looked like bogies."

"Right then, fake Potters line up over here, please," George, Diana, Fred, Hermione, Ron, and Fleur all lined up in front of the very clean sink.

"We're one short," Lupin frowned.

"Here," Hagrid grabbed Mundungas from the back of his shirt, and dropped him next to Fleur. Fleur looked down at him from her nose, before moving between Fred and George.

"I've told you! I'm a better protector!"

"Shut it!" Mad-eye shouted, "Altogether everyone," The group drank the golden liquid. Diana sputtered at the drink, almost coughing the drink onto the floor. She felt her skin turn hot, it started bubbling. Her curly hair started shrinking, shooting back into her skull, she felt herself stretching, growing several inches, while her limbs became longer, and her chest shrinking.

"Harry, I know were close, but I didn't think we were going to get this close." Diana gasped, once the potion had fully transformed her, the affect felt weird, she stared at her hands, Harry's hands, and touched her hair, her stomach, her face. Everything felt off.

"Wow-we're identical," Fred and George chuckled from next to her.

"I dunno, though, I think I'm still better-looking," said Fred, examining his reflection in the kettle.

"Bah," said Fleur, checking herself in the microwave door, "Bill, don't look at me — I'm 'ideous."

"I need to change these clothes are two tight," Diana muttered, pulling down at her shirt that showed her whole stomach, and trying to pull up her jeans that hung very low on her hips.

"I've got them here," Moody said, he threw the bag of clothes on the ground at the Potter's feet. Diana lunged for the blue sweater and blue jeans. They all changed while Harry stared at them horrified.

"I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo," Ron muttered, staring at Harry's bare chest.

"Harry your eyesight really is awful," Hermione said, putting on a pair of Harry's glasses. Once all the Harry's were done, Moody told everyone their assignments. Since there was so many Potter's two would have to go together, so Diana was assigned with Ron and Tonks. They all walked outside where all the brooms and motorbike, and the thestral for fleur and bill were using were already set up.

Tonks got on the broom first, then Diana, and then Ron. He held onto the broom, but Diana shook her head.

"You're going to fall off like that Ron, hold onto my waist." Ron looked over at George, who threw him a dirty glare.

"Watch your hands Ron, or I'll curse them off."

"Oh calm down George. He's going to fall off the broom if he doesn't," Diana said, George in Harry's body shrugged.

"I don't see a problem with that."

"Ron ignore him please,"

"I love you Di," George said,

"I love you too George."

"Please don't kiss when you're in my body." Harry grimaced from Hagrid's motorbike.

"Oh please, I'm not kissing my boyfriend when he looks like...that," Diana blanched.

"Okay, everyone shut up! We've got to get going." Mad eye said, he took one long glance around the group. "Good luck everyone. See you all in an about an hour at the burrow. One...two...three!"

Tonks kicked her feet, and they shot towards the sky. They flew high over the house, Diana turned her head staring at it, as it was slowly getting farther and farther away.

"Tonks! Watch out!" Ron shouted from behind her, Diana whipped her head around, in time to see a group of death eaters flying towards them.