They were using Polyjuice Potion!

It was a complete shocker. No, I hadn't been expecting it, not even a little. Each of them were going to pair up with seven Harrys, according to Moody.

"We're not doing this," Harry said. "I will not let people risk their lives for me."

"Told you it would tick him off," Hermione put in quickly, but Moody was not having any of it.

"This isn't about you. We are doing this. My mind's made up." He turned away from Harry. "Ms. Delacour, you're with Bill," Moody said. So, that's what his name was. Bill.

Hermione, you're with Kingsley. You'll be flying by Thestral." Mad eye's eye swiveled to Ron. "Weasley, you're with Tonks. You'll be travelling by broomsticks."

"I'm with George," Lupin said, pointing at the twin. "Broomsticks, as well."

"George is here," a voice called from the other side of the room. I stifled a laugh.

"That means you're with me," Mr. Weasley pointed at 'George'. "Traveling by broomstick."

"And I'm vith Bill. Ve vill travel by Thestral," Fleur said lovingly in a thick French accent, gazing up at the new Weasley I hadn't seen before.

"That settles it, then. Harry and Hagrid will go together on Sirius's motorbike," Moody said in his usual low, gravelly voice, "and Mundungus and I are going by broomstick.

Moody turned to Harry. "Hair, please."

"What?"

"I need your hair."

Behind him, Hermione slyly, like a cat, walked up and yanked a chunk of hair out.

"Ow!" Harry shouted. I laughed along with thirteen others as Harry rubbed the back of his head, annoyed. Moody pulled out a flask, the Polyjuice inside.

"One sip for everyone," Moody said, adding the hair. He passed the flask to Fred and George who took sips, turning to each other. Slowly, their skin started to bubble up as the transformed, getting obviously shorter by at least a foot. The red hair turned black, shoulders becoming slightly wider.

The two Harrys looked at each other.

"Wow, we're identical!"

Moody scowled at them.

"Just trying to diffuse the tension," Fred shrugged.

Next was Fleur, then Ron and Hermione, and lastly, Mudungus, who got taller by a few inches. Seven Harrys stood around the room.

Amazing.

They were given clothes identical to the ones the real Harry wore, and the room cleared as everyone turned their backs to each other to change.

"I'll, uh, get my own ride, then?" I said sheepishly, realizing what I was doing there. Moody turned to me, surprised to see me there.

Well, that hurt.

"Right. You weren't a part of the plan." He scratched his chin, thinking of what exactly to do with me.

"Come with us," one of the Harrys called. "I can keep you out of any more trouble."

"Thanks, but . . . who are you?"

"You still can't tell us apart? Fine, I'll give you this one." The Harry slipped on a light blue shirt, turning to face me. He slipped on round glasses, a staple in Harry's outfit. I nearly laughed at that.

"I'm Fred," he said. "Harry probably has his Firebolt lying around somewhere."

Okay.

* * *

We mounted our broomsticks, thestrals, and motorbike. Everyone was ready.

"Good luck to everyone," Lupin called out. "I'm expecting to see everyone at the safe-house."

As everyone separated, flying off in pairs into different directions, I suddenly realized one thing. The most important thing that had completely slipped my mind in all the awe of watching seven people transform into Harry Potter.

Voldemort knew they would be leaving.

Fear gripped my heart. They were going to be attacked as soon as they took off. Voldemort knew . . .

I couldn't make the same mistake again. I had to tell them.

This was impossibly difficult.

I gripped the Firebolt in front of me. "Fred," I said, turned to the Harry standing beside me, "I have to tell you something."

"I'm very busy right now, El," he said, staring up at the sky. "We have to take off immediately."

"But I-"

"After, okay?" And with that, he and his father were high in the sky. If I told them now, they would think I was working for Voldemort. I'd be shunned like the rest of the Death Eaters.

My only choice now was to fight and protect.

I kicked off the ground.

We were heading straight to the Burrow, unlike the others who were going to safe-houses and then travelling by Portkey.

Then night air whipped through my clothes as my eyes glanced around, trying to find signs of an ambush.

Surprisingly, all was well. We were the last to leave, and everything was fine. Maybe the attack had been called off.

In the clouds, lightning flashed.

"It's green," Fred/Harry said, squinting as he leaned further on his broom. "Green lightning . . . ?" we entered the clouds. I heard sharp intakes of breath to my right, and my heart dropped as I saw what was coming ahead.

"It's an ambush!" Arthur Weasley shouted. Death Eaters appeared through the clouds, shooting spells.

"Protego!" I blocked one. "Expelliarmus!" I shouted, knocking the wand out of his hand.

"Petrificus Totalus," Fred shouted, his broom dropping a few feet down to dodge another flash of green light.

Not Fred.

They couldn't hurt any of them. I had to find a way to get them to leave us alone. Surely they hadn't known that seven Harrys were a part of the plan? Snape had failed to mention it. Even I hadn't known.

So they thought Fred was Harry.

If I could just get them out of the way . . . I flew above Fred, blocking a spell that almost hit Arthur from the right. A bolt of red light shot from Fred's wand as they air battled.

Stop it! Get out of here! My eyes screamed at one of the Death Eaters. I looked closely, only to find it being . . .

"Lucius?" I said softly. His white hair whipped around his face as he attacked, shooting spells, one that nearly hit me in the face.

"Crucio!" I shot the curse straight at him to get his attention. The Death Eater looked up at me, squinting, trying to recognize me. I raised my fist, pointing at the ring for a brief moment. I looked down to see Fred and Arthur completely oblivious, trying to protect themselves.

I yanked up my sleeve.

Leave! I motioned. You're in the wrong place.

I had to give him a reason to leave.

It's a trap, I mouthed. Go back.

When he recognized the ring, he held back.

"Impedimenta!"

Lucius Malfoy blocked the spell, and to my surprise . . .

Retreated.

"They're leaving!" Fred shouted.

"They knew we were coming," Arthur said, panic and worry coloring his voice. "Harry . . . George. Ron." He was worried for everyone.

"Were almost there," I croaked, my voice thick. I was praying they'd be okay, or this would be my fault again.

The Burrow stood tall, protected by hundreds of charms. I crashed through the shields, Fred and Arthur following. They were the first to tumble off their brooms, running inside at full speed.

"What happened?" Fred shouted, slowly turning back into his normal self.

"They knew," Harry said, appearing in the doorway. His eyes fell on me. "You told them, didn't you!"

"I swear I didn't!" I said, backing away as he walked up to me, eyes furious. "I drank the veritaserum and I told you I had no plans of telling anyone anything! What more do you want me to say?"

"They knew I was me!" Harry said angrily. "How would they know that?"

"I don't know," I said, completely honest. I was begging him to believe me. "I didn't say a word to anyone. I was with Fred the whole time . . ."

My eyes fell on a white, snowy feather on Harry's sweater.

"Hedwig," I said, realizing something important. "They knew it was you because of Hedwig."

"Harry's eyes fell. "Hedwig is dead," he said numbly.

"Harry, I'm sorry," I said softly, but he'd already turned away.

"Who else is here?" Arthur asked, standing in between us.

"George . . . and Hermione. Mr. Weasley, it's George. He's . . ."

Arthur Weasley pushed past Harry, sprinting into the house after his son with Fred close behind. I followed them in, my legs shaky.

"Prove it's you," Harry said, pulling out his wand and pointing it at me.

"It's her!" Fred whipped around, shouting. "She was with me the entire time. Let it go. Where the bloody hell is George?"

George lay on a sofa, blood covering the side of his face and staining the left side of his shirt. Hermione sat beside him as Mrs. Weasley caressed his forehead.

"It's his ear," Hermione said, her eyes shining. "Snape attacked him."

I was wrong. They'd already found out there had been more than one Harry.

"Who isn't here yet?" I asked, counting the heads.

"Bill and Fleur. Mundungus and Moody, and," Hermione's voice cracked, "Ron and Tonks."

Fred leaned over his injured brother.

"Georgie?"

"Hey, Fred." George opened his eyes weakly.

"How are ya feelin' mate?" Fred asked his brother gently, lightly brushing his palm against the back of George's hand, which hung over the edge of the sofa.

"Saint-like," George whispered.

"Come again?" Fred leaned closer to hear his brother more clearly.

"I feel holy." Everyone looked at him in confusion. "Holey. Get it?" George let out a weak laugh as he pointed at the hole in the spot where his ear used to exist.

Relief spread across Fred's face as he shook his head disapprovingly.

"The whole wide world of ear-related humor, and you go for 'I'm holey'? That's pathetic."

"Reckon I'm still better looking than you," George said with a smile.

I put my head in my hands. How could they be so joking, even in a time like this?

If any of the Harrys or their escorts were dead, this time it was really my fault. My inner forearm stung. I collapsed on the sofa, trying to keep it together. Harry's eyes were on me, I could feel them.

"Who told them?" Hermione said softly. "How did they find out?"

"It was Snape," Harry said. "He's a traitor to the Order. There's no other person who knows Voldemort well enough. It's the man who killed Dumbledore himself."

"Snape is excellent at occlumency," I put in, which Harry frowned at.

"How did you know that?"

"I know a lot. But that's besides the point. He could've looked in any of our heads," I pointed out, "without us knowing."

"She leads a fair point," Lupin said.

Suddenly, we heard a crash outside.

"Someone's here."

Mr. Weasley and Lupin were the first ones out. "It's Ron and Tonks!" Lupin announced, his voice relieved. Hermione lifted up from her seat, running towards Ron. She almost literally leaped, throwing her arms around him.

So what kept you? What happened?" Lupin asked his wife.

"Bellatrix. She wants me quite as much as she wants Harry, Remus, she tried very hard to kill me. I just wish I'd got her, I owe Bellatrix. But we definitely injured Rodolphus . . . Then we got to Ron's Auntie Muriel's and we missed our Portkey and she was fussing over us-" she left the rest for us to piece together.

"Bill and Fleur aren't back yet?" Ron asked, scanning the room. We shook our heads. As if right on cue, they appeared outside, landing their thestral. I couldn't see it, so to me they slid off nothing and landed on the ground. Arthur pulled his son into a hug.

"So we wait for Moody now," Lupin said with a sigh.

Something wasn't right. At the mention of Moody's name, Fleur's face fell.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Moody's dead," Bill said for her. "We saw him die. Voldemort got him. He thought Fletcher was the real you," he said to Harry.

"Voldemort?" I asked, shocked. "Voldemort was there?" I looked in Harry's direction, who's face confirmed this.

"Did we know Voldemort could fly?" Bill asked. "He flew right past us."

"My wand automatically shot a gold spell at him," Harry said, his eyes sad at the news of Moody.

"Where's Fletcher?" Arthur asked.

"He disapparated as soon as he saw Voldemort." Bill looked disgusted. Everyone had gathered around us now, hanging their heads. Tonight, we had lost many. Hagrid was inside with George, Kingsley had left to guard his muggle prime minister.

I glanced at Fred who still seemed to be affected by his brother's injury. Ginny stood next to Harry, Ron and Hermione standing close off to one end. Arthur had his arm around Molly, Tonks and Lupin holding each other close. Bill had his arm wrapped around Fleur's shoulders.

I turned, walking back into the house to let them grieve in peace.

"Elvira!" someone called after me. "Wait." I halted. The voice belonged to Fred. I face the Weasley twin.

"Yes?"

"I need to talk to you. Urgently."

I could feel the blood drain from my face. He knew.

He'd seen me pull up my sleeve and send Lucius Malfoy away, baring the Dark Mark.