Phoenix

Hold Back

Harry was going to be extracted from his Uncle's house, and he wasn't going back. This broke he blood wards and left him vulnerable. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George, Mad Eye Moody and a few others were going to be there. We would all change into Harry and fly away to the meeting point.

Luckily I had been to Harry's house before, so I just Apparated. However I did show up a bit late. I walked through the door and into the kitchen where the voices came from

"Hey," I said.

About twenty people turned to stare at me.

"It's about time," said Hermione. "What took you so long? You said you were in the area."

I smiled sheepishly at Hermione. "I had some things to wrap up. You heard about everything going on with Spider-Man. I also had to work some things out with Fury and—"

"Kendra, you knew they were planning this?" demanded Harry.

"Of course."

"This is—"

"Let's have no more arguments. Time's wearing on. I want a few of your hairs, boy, now," interrupted Moody.

"But this is mad, there's no need —"

"No need!" snarled Moody. "With You-Know-Who out there and half the Ministry on his side? Potter, if we're lucky he'll have swallowed the fake bait and he'll be planning to ambush you on the thirtieth, but he'd be mad not to have a Death Eater or two keeping an eye out, it's what I'd do. They might not be able to get at you or this house while your mother's charm holds, but it's about to break and they know the rough position of the place. Our only chance is to use decoys. Even You-Know-Who can't split himself into seven."

Knowing what Harry had said about Horxcruxes, I couldn't help but bite back a laugh.

"So, Potter — some of your hair, if you please."
Harry glanced at Ron, who grimaced at him in a just-do-it sort of way.

"Now!" barked Moody.

Harry still hesitated.

"Harry don't be noble," I snapped. "This is a matter of your survival."

With all of their eyes upon him, Harry reached up to the top of his head, grabbed a hank of hair, and pulled.

"Good," said Moody, limping forward as he pulled the stopper out of the flask of potion. "Straight in here, if you please."

Harry dropped the hair into the mudlike liquid. The moment it made contact with its surface, the potion began to froth and smoke, then, all at once, it turned a clear, bright gold.

"Ooh, you look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry," said Hermione.

I gave her a strange look and laughed.

Hermione blushed slightly, and said. "Oh, you know what I mean — Goyle's potion looked like bogies."

"Right then, fake Potters line up over here, please," said Moody.

Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Fleur and I lined up in front of Aunt Petunia's gleaming sink.

Before I could think about the smell, I took the potion Moody handed me and drank it quick. My body tingled all over as the transformation happened. I was glad I had ditched my shield uniform for leggings and a T-shirt because Harry was taller than I had expected.

I looked around and squinted. Wow Harry really has bad eye sight. I was handed a sack with Harry's clothes in it. I quickly put on his glasses, but the vision still wasn't perfect.