Death at Hogwarts - A Harry Potter fanfiction

Chapter Thirteen

I stood with Harry, watching him pace about his room, occasionally running his hands through his hair in frustration as he waited for the Dursleys to leave and the Order to arrive.

I said nothing for a while, but as his frustration peaked and he kicked his trunk angrily, I spoke up.

"Calm yourself, Harry." I said.

"That's easy for you to say!" he burst out. "Being stuck here, knowing I can finally leave here for the final time and be free, and I have to wait for ages! You can come and go as you please!"

"True," I said calmly, surveying him. "But I choose to be here, Harry. I choose to be here because, through you, I will eventually bump into Tom Riddle."

"Yeah, well why don't you just go find him then?" he shouted. I simply looked at him silently.

"Sorry," he eventually sighed. "I just want to leave already, and I can't."

"I know."

He sighed again and finished packing his things, as I walked over to stroke Hedwig, who gave a low hoot and nipped my fingers affectionately.

Some time later, the Dursleys left, and Harry and I stood watching them leave, Harry still reeling over Dudley admitting he didn't think Harry was a waste of space and shaking his hand before leaving.

"They'll be here soon." The excitement in Harry's voice was unmistakable. I made myself invisible once more as the Order finally arrived, Harry hugging Ron and Hermione in joy as he led the other members inside. Alastor Moody was there, too, his magical eye swivelling twice to look at me, but never once seeing me. His eye would only see me if I wanted it to, and right now, I had no wish to be seen.

I stood and watched as Alastor explained the plan; that six of the others would become Harry, so as to confuse the Death-Eaters, who no doubt would know of the plan to take Harry from the Dursley's house, now that his Trace was nearing it's expiration.

"No," Harry said immediately upon hearing the plan. "No way."

"Told you he'd take it well." Hermione quipped.

"You can't think I'd let them risk their lives for me like this. No!"

"Like we don't anyway." Ron muttered.

Without warning, Hermione stepped forward and yanked a hair from Harry's head.

"Ow! Thanks, Hermione." Harry said, looking slightly angry. I watched with mild interest as Fred, George, Fleur, Hermione, Ron and Mundungus took a gulp of Polyjuice Potion each, grimacing at the foul taste before transforming into Harry.

"Wow! We're identical!" said the twins, looking at one another.