Scars {Remus Lupin} ✓

50. WHICH HARRY POTTER IS THE REAL ONE

| CHAPTER FIFTY |

WHICH HARRY POTTER IS THE REAL ONE.

DAWN AND REMUS LUPIN WALKED hand-in-hand into Harry's muggle home. It was completely empty and the redhead assumed his aunt, uncle and cousin moved out, clearly not wanting to be involved with a wizard whilst Voldemort was on the rise. Part of her wished she could do the same. Pack up and leave with Hope and Remus, go into hiding somewhere until everything blew over, but she couldn't, not whilst her family were in the middle of it all. 

"Owe it all to a werewolf by the name of Greyback," Dawn heard Bill's voice from the living room and so the married couple walked towards the sound of the voices, "Hope to repay the favour one day," He chuckled. Whilst Bill was out on a mission for the Order, he came face to face with Greyback, the werewolf managed to get a good scratch down Bill but luckily not enough to turn or, worse, kill him. 

"You're still beautiful to me, William," Fleur, his fiancé told him, pressing a soft kiss onto his cheek.

"Just remember, Fleur, Bill takes his steaks on the raw side now," Remus reminded her, grinning with amusement.

Dawn rolled her eyes playfully, "My husband, the joker," She placed her hand on his bicep, hugging his arm closer to her body.

"Did you hear the news--"

"All right. We'll have time for a cozy catch-up later," Moody grumbled, interrupting an excited looking Tonks who had very exciting news to share as well; she had rekindled with someone from school and the pair were planning on getting married, hopefully before the war kicked in to full spring, "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 looked puzzled, "What's the Trace?"

"If you sneeze the Ministry will know who wipes your nose," Moody replied, "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."

"The real one?" Harry questioned, his voice full of confusion.

Moody took out a flask of Polyjuice Potion, "I believe you're familiar with this particular brew."

Dawn glanced over at Harry and watched as his eyes widened in shock, "No," He shook his head furiously, "Absolutely not."

"I told you he'd take it well," Hermione commented, crossing her arms over her chest.

"No, if you think I'm gonna let everyone risk their lives for me, I--"

"Never done that before, have we?" Ron asked sarcastically.

Harry shook his head, "No, no. This is different. I mean, taking that, becoming me. No."

"Well, none of us really fancy it, mate," George told him, grinning mischievously.

"Imagine if something went wrong," Fred nodded, "And we ended up a scrawny, specky git forever." 

"Everyone here is of age, Potter," Moody pointed out, "They've all agreed to take the risk."

"Technically, I've been coerced," Mundungus commented.

"Nip it Mundungus," Moody snapped before his robot eye landed on Hermione, "All right, Granger, as discussed."

Hermione reached her hand out and pulled out a few pieces of Harry's messy black hair, he let out a pained hiss and rubbed the back of his head, keeping his eyes on his friend, "Blimey, Hermione," He muttered.

"Straight in here, please," Moody ordered, presenting the vile of Polyjuice Potion to the seventeen year old witch. Without hesitation, she threw the stands in before moving back to stand besides Ron. 

Mood shook the vile gently before walking over to the twins, "For those of you who haven't taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning: It tastes like goblin piss."

Fred raised an eyebrow, "Have a lot of experiences with that, do you, Mad-Eye?" When the man didn't reply and instead looked at the ginger haired man with an annoyed expression, Fred took the vile from his hand, "Just trying to diffuse the tension," He muttered before taking a small sip, he instantly grimaced and passed it on to George.

Dawn watched as the twins both lost a lot of their height, their faces contorting strangely before all of the sudden two Harry Potters were standing in their place, the clothes practically hanging off his much smaller frame. When the vile got passed to Dawn, she took a deep inhale before sipping the potion. As soon as the liquid touched her tongue she almost gagged. Squeezing her eyes shut, she swallowed the disgusting potion before passing it onto the next person. 

Remus stood besides her, he, though, was one of the luckier ones that didn't have to take it. He placed a soft hand on her shoulder when he saw the disgusted look on her face but moved back when she suddenly became a few inches shorter. It didn't take long before she turned into Harry. 

Moody threw a large pile of identical clothes into the middle of the room, ordering each Harry to change into them before handing out glasses to everyone who had become as blind as a bat. When Dawn placed the circular glasses onto her face - or Harry's face? She let out a sigh of relief when her vision became clearer.

"Right then, we'll be pairing off," Moody explained, "Each Potter will have a protector. Mundungus, stick to Dawn and me. I wanna keep an eye on you. As for Harry--"

"Yes?" Each Harry suddenly asked.

Moody rolled his eyes, "The real Harry."

"Here," Harry announced his presence, lifting his arm in the air.

"You'll ride with Hagrid."

Harry turned to face the half-giant with a grin on his face.

"I brought you here sixteen years ago," Hagrid reminiscent, "When you were no bigger than a Bowtruckle. Seems only right that I should be the one to take you away now."

"Yes, it's all very touching," Moody dismissed the sentimental chat and leading the group back out of the house, "Let's go. Head for the Burrows. We'll rendezvous there. Everyone ready?"

Dawn bit her lip as she walked over to stand besides the former Auror and Mundungus. A nervous sick feeling settled in her stomach, but she nodded nevertheless, knowing that it wasn't actually a question but rather a statement. She looked over at Remus who was looking worriedly at her, but she just sent him a quick thumbs up.

"On the count of three," Moody stated as everyone hopped onto their choice of travel. Dawn was luckily on a broomstick, however, she kind of wished she was on a dragon instead, "One...Two....Three!"