The Deathly Hallows Read online

Page 5


  ‘He can get along without me for one night,’ said Kingsley. ‘You’re more important.’

  ‘Harry, guess what?’ said Tonks from her perch on top of the washing machine, and she wiggled her left hand at him; a ring glittered there.

  ‘You got married?’ Harry yelped, looking from her to Lupin.

  ‘I’m sorry you couldn’t be there, Harry, it was very quiet.’

  ‘That’s brilliant, congrat—’

  ‘All right, all right, we’ll have time for a cosy catch-up later!’ roared Moody over the hubbub, and silence fell in the kitchen. Moody dropped the sacks at his feet and turned to Harry. ‘As Dedalus probably told you, we had to abandon Plan A. Pius Thicknesse has gone over, which gives us a big problem. He’s made it an imprisonable offence to connect this house to the Floo Network, place a Portkey here or Apparate in or out. All done in the name of your protection, to prevent You-Know-Who getting in at you. Absolutely pointless, seeing as your mother’s charm does that already. What he’s really done is to stop you getting out of here safely.

  ‘Second problem: you’re under-age, which means you’ve still got the Trace on you.’

  ‘I don’t –’

  ‘The Trace, the Trace!’ said Mad-Eye impatiently. ‘The charm that detects magical activity around under-seventeens, the way the Ministry finds out about under-age magic! If you, or anyone around you, casts a spell to get you out of here, Thicknesse is going to know about it, and so will the Death Eaters.

  ‘We can’t wait for the Trace to break, because the moment you turn seventeen you’ll lose all the protection your mother gave you. In short: Pius Thicknesse thinks he’s got you cornered good and proper.’

  Harry could not help but agree with the unknown Thicknesse.

  ‘So what are we going to do?’

  ‘We’re going to use the only means of transport left to us, the only ones the Trace can’t detect, because we don’t need to cast spells to use them: brooms, Thestrals and Hagrid’s motorbike.’

  Harry could see flaws in this plan; however, he held his tongue to give Mad-Eye the chance to address them.

  ‘Now, your mother’s charm will only break under two conditions: when you come of age, or –’ Moody gestured around the pristine kitchen ‘– you no longer call this place home. You and your aunt and uncle are going your separate ways tonight, in the full understanding that you’re never going to live together again, correct?’

  Harry nodded.

  ‘So this time, when you leave, there’ll be no going back, and the charm will break the moment you get outside its range. We’re choosing to break it early, because the alternative is waiting for You-Know-Who to come and seize you the moment you turn seventeen.

  ‘The one thing we’ve got on our side is that You-Know-Who doesn’t know we’re moving you tonight. We’ve leaked a fake trail to the Ministry: they think you’re not leaving until the thirtieth. However, this is You-Know-Who we’re dealing with, so we can’t just rely on him getting the date wrong; he’s bound to have a couple of Death Eaters patrolling the skies in this general area, just in case. So, we’ve given a dozen different houses every protection we can throw at them. They all look like they could be the place we’re going to hide you, they’ve all got some connection with the Order: my house, Kingsley’s place, Molly’s Auntie Muriel’s – you get the idea.’

  ‘Yeah,’ said Harry, not entirely truthfully, because he could still spot a gaping hole in the plan.

  ‘You’ll be going to Tonks’s parents’. Once you’re within the boundaries of the protective enchantments we’ve put on their house, you’ll be able to use a Portkey to The Burrow. Any questions?’

  ‘Er – yes,’ said Harry. ‘Maybe they won’t know which of the twelve secure houses I’m heading for at first, but won’t it be sort of obvious once –’ he performed a quick headcount ‘– fourteen of us fly off towards Tonks’s parents’?’

  ‘Ah,’ said Moody, ‘I forgot to mention the key point. Fourteen of us won’t be flying to Tonks’s parents’. There will be seven Harry Potters moving through the skies tonight, each of them with a companion, each pair heading for a different safe house.’

  From inside his cloak Moody now withdrew a flask of what looked like mud. There was no need for him to say another word; Harry understood the rest of the plan immediately.

  ‘No!’ he said loudly, his voice ringing through the kitchen. ‘No way!’

  ‘I told them you’d take it like this,’ said Hermione, with a hint of complacency.

  ‘If you think I’m going to let six people risk their lives –!’

  ‘– because it’s the first time for all of us,’ said Ron.

  ‘This is different, pretending to be me –’

  ‘Well, none of us really fancy it, Harry,’ said Fred earnestly. ‘Imagine if something went wrong and we were stuck as specky, scrawny gits forever.’

  Harry did not smile.

  ‘You can’t do it if I don’t cooperate, you need me to give you some hair.’

  ‘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.

  ‘Funny,’ said Harry. ‘Really amusing.’

  ‘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 over-age, Potter, and they’re all prepared to take the risk.’

  Mundungus shrugged and grimaced; the magical eye swerved sideways to glare at him out of the side of Moody’s head.

  ‘Let’s have no more arguments. Time’s wearing on. I want a few of your hairs, boy, now.’

  ‘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.’

  Harry caught Hermione’s eye and looked away at once.

  ‘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.

  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 forwards as he pulled the stopper out of the flask of Potion. ‘Straight in here, if you please.’

  Harry dropped the hair into the mud-like 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, before catching sight of Ron’s raised eyebrows, blushing slightly and saying, ‘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 and Fleur lined up in front of Aunt Petunia’s gleaming sink.

  ‘We’re one short,’ said Lupin.

  ‘Here,’ said Hagrid gruffly, and he lifted Mundungus by the scruff of the neck and dropped him down beside Fleur, who wrinkled her nose pointedly and moved along to stand between Fred and George instead.

  ‘I’ve toldjer, I’d sooner be a protector,’ said Mundungus.

  ‘Shut it,’ growled Moody. ‘As I’ve already told you, you spineless worm, any Death Eaters we run into will be aiming to capture Potter, not kill him. Dumbledore always said You-Know-Who would want to finish Potter in person. It’ll be the protec
tors who have got the most to worry about, the Death Eaters’ll want to kill them.’

  Mundungus did not look particularly reassured, but Moody was already pulling half a dozen egg-cup-sized glasses from inside his cloak, which he handed out, before pouring a little Polyjuice Potion into each one.

  ‘Altogether, then …’

  Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Fleur and Mundungus drank. All of them gasped and grimaced as the Potion hit their throats: at once, their features began to bubble and distort like hot wax. Hermione and Mundungus were shooting upwards; Ron, Fred and George were shrinking; their hair was darkening, Hermione’s and Fleur’s appearing to shoot backwards into their skulls.

  Moody, quite unconcerned, was now loosening the ties of the large sacks he had brought with him: when he straightened up again, there were six Harry Potters gasping and panting in front of him.

  Fred and George turned to each other and said together, ‘Wow – we’re identical!’

  ‘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.’

  ‘Those whose clothes are a bit roomy, I’ve got smaller here,’ said Moody, indicating the first sack, ‘and vice versa. Don’t forget the glasses, there’s six pairs in the side pocket. And when you’re dressed, there’s luggage in the other sack.’

  The real Harry thought that this might just be the most bizarre thing he had ever seen, and he had seen some extremely odd things. He watched as his six doppelgängers rummaged in the sacks, pulling out sets of clothes, putting on glasses, stuffing their own things away. He felt like asking them to show a little more respect for his privacy as they all began stripping off with impunity, clearly much more at ease with displaying his body than they would have been with their own.

  ‘I knew Ginny was lying about that tattoo,’ said Ron, looking down at his bare chest.

  ‘Harry, your eyesight really is awful,’ said Hermione, as she put on glasses.

  Once dressed, the fake Harrys took rucksacks and owl cages, each containing a stuffed snowy owl, from the second sack.

  ‘Good,’ said Moody, as at last seven dressed, bespectacled and luggage-laden Harrys faced him. ‘The pairs will be as follows: Mundungus will be travelling with me, by broom –’

  ‘Why’m I with you?’ grunted the Harry nearest the back door.

  ‘Because you’re the one that needs watching,’ growled Moody, and sure enough, his magical eye did not waver from Mundungus as he continued, ‘Arthur and Fred –’

  ‘I’m George,’ said the twin at whom Moody was pointing. ‘Can’t you even tell us apart when we’re Harry?’

  ‘Sorry, George –’

  ‘I’m only yanking your wand, I’m Fred really –’

  ‘Enough messing around!’ snarled Moody. ‘The other one – George or Fred or whoever you are – you’re with Remus. Miss Delacour –’

  ‘I’m taking Fleur on a Thestral,’ said Bill. ‘She’s not that fond of brooms.’

  Fleur walked over to stand beside him, giving him a soppy, slavish look that Harry hoped with all his heart would never appear on his face again.

  ‘Miss Granger with Kingsley, again by Thestral –’

  Hermione looked reassured as she answered Kingsley’s smile; Harry knew that Hermione, too, lacked confidence on a broomstick.

  ‘Which leaves you and me, Ron!’ said Tonks brightly, knocking over a mug-tree as she waved at him.

  Ron did not look quite as pleased as Hermione.

  ‘An’ you’re with me, Harry. That all righ’?’ said Hagrid, looking a little anxious. ‘We’ll be on the bike, brooms an’ Thestrals can’t take me weight, see. ’Not a lot o’ room on the seat with me on it, though, so you’ll be in the sidecar.’

  ‘That’s great,’ said Harry, not altogether truthfully.

  ‘We think the Death Eaters will expect you to be on a broom,’ said Moody, who seemed to guess how Harry was feeling. ‘Snape’s had plenty of time to tell them everything about you he’s never mentioned before, so if we do run into any Death Eaters, we’re betting they’ll choose one of the Potters who look at home on a broomstick. All right then,’ he went on, tying up the sack with the fake Potters’ clothes in it and leading the way back to the door, ‘I make it three minutes until we’re supposed to leave. No point locking the back door, it won’t keep the Death Eaters out when they come looking … Come on …’

  Harry hurried into the hall to fetch his rucksack, Firebolt and Hedwig’s cage before joining the others in the dark back garden. On every side broomsticks were leaping into hands; Hermione had already been helped up on to a great, black Thestral by Kingsley; Fleur on to the other by Bill. Hagrid was standing ready beside the motorbike, goggles on.

  ‘Is this it? Is this Sirius’s bike?’

  ‘The very same,’ said Hagrid, beaming down at Harry. ‘An’ the last time you was on it, Harry, I could fit yeh in one hand!’

  Harry could not help but feel a little humiliated as he got into the sidecar. It placed him several feet below everybody else: Ron smirked at the sight of him sitting there like a child in a bumper car. Harry stuffed his rucksack and broomstick down by his feet and rammed Hedwig’s cage between his knees. It was extremely uncomfortable.

  ‘Arthur’s done a bit o’ tinkerin’,’ said Hagrid, quite oblivious to Harry’s discomfort. He settled himself astride the motorcycle, which creaked slightly and sank inches into the ground. ‘It’s got a few tricks up its handlebars now. Tha’ one was my idea.’

  He pointed a thick finger at a purple button near the speedometer.

  ‘Please be careful, Hagrid,’ said Mr Weasley, who was standing beside them, holding his broomstick. ‘I’m still not sure that was advisable and it’s certainly only to be used in emergencies.’

  ‘All right then,’ said Moody. ‘Everyone ready, please; I want us all to leave at exactly the same time or the whole point of the diversion’s lost.’

  Everybody mounted their brooms.

  ‘Hold tight, now, Ron,’ said Tonks, and Harry saw Ron throw a furtive, guilty look at Lupin before placing his hands on either side of her waist. Hagrid kicked the motorbike into life: it roared like a dragon and the sidecar began to vibrate.

  ‘Good luck, everyone,’ shouted Moody. ‘See you all in about an hour at The Burrow. On the count of three. One … two … THREE.’

  There was a great roar from the motorbike and Harry felt the sidecar give a nasty lurch: he was rising through the air fast, his eyes watering slightly, hair whipped back off his face. Around him brooms were soaring upwards too: the long, black tail of a Thestral flicked past. His legs, jammed into the sidecar by Hedwig’s cage and his rucksack, were already sore and starting to go numb. So great was his discomfort that he almost forgot to take a last glimpse of number four, Privet Drive; by the time he looked over the edge of the sidecar, he could no longer tell which one it was. Higher and higher they climbed into the sky –

  And then, out of nowhere, out of nothing, they were surrounded. At least thirty hooded figures, suspended in mid-air, formed a vast circle in the midst of which the Order members had risen, oblivious –

  Screams, a blaze of green light on every side: Hagrid gave a yell and the motorbike rolled over. Harry lost any sense of where they were: street lights above him, yells around him, he was clinging to the sidecar for dear life. Hedwig’s cage, the Firebolt and his rucksack slipped from beneath his knees –

  ‘No – HEDWIG!’

  The broomstick spun to earth, but he just managed to seize the strap of his rucksack and the top of the cage as the motorbike swung the right way up again. A second’s relief, and then another burst of green light. The owl screeched and fell to the floor of the cage.

  ‘No – NO!’

  The motorbike zoomed forwards; Harry glimpsed hooded Death Eaters scattering as Hagrid blasted through their circle.

&nb
sp; ‘Hedwig – Hedwig –’

  But the owl lay motionless and pathetic as a toy on the floor of her cage. He could not take it in, and his terror for the others was paramount. He glanced over his shoulder and saw a mass of people moving, flares of green light, two pairs of people on brooms soaring off into the distance, but he could not tell who they were –

  ‘Hagrid, we’ve got to go back, we’ve got to go back!’ he yelled over the thunderous roar of the engine, pulling out his wand, ramming Hedwig’s cage on to the floor, refusing to believe that she was dead. ‘Hagrid, TURN ROUND!’

  ‘My job’s ter get you there safe, Harry!’ bellowed Hagrid, and he opened the throttle.

  ‘Stop – STOP!’ Harry shouted. But as he looked back again two jets of green light flew past his left ear: four Death Eaters had broken away from the circle and were pursuing them, aiming for Hagrid’s broad back. Hagrid swerved, but the Death Eaters were keeping up with the bike; more curses shot after them, and Harry had to sink low into the sidecar to avoid them. Wriggling round, he cried, ‘Stupefy!’ and a red bolt of light shot from his own wand, cleaving a gap between the four pursuing Death Eaters as they scattered to avoid it.

  ‘Hold on, Harry, this’ll do for ’em!’ roared Hagrid, and Harry looked up just in time to see Hagrid slamming a thick finger into a green button near the fuel gauge.

  A wall, a solid brick wall, erupted out of the exhaust pipe. Craning his neck, Harry saw it expand into being in mid-air. Three of the Death Eaters swerved and avoided it, but the fourth was not so lucky: he vanished from view and then dropped like a boulder from behind it, his broomstick broken into pieces. One of his fellows slowed up to save him, but they and the airborne wall were swallowed by darkness as Hagrid leaned low over the handlebars and sped up.

  More Killing Curses flew past Harry’s head from the two remaining Death Eaters’ wands; they were aiming for Hagrid. Harry responded with further Stunning Spells: red and green collided in mid-air in a shower of multi-coloured sparks and Harry thought wildly of fireworks, and the Muggles below who would have no idea what was happening –

 
    Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone Read onlineHarry Potter and the Philosophers StoneHarry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets Read onlineHarry Potter and the Chamber of SecretsHarry Potter and the Goblet of Fire Read onlineHarry Potter and the Goblet of FireHarry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Read onlineHarry Potter and the Deathly HallowsHarry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Read onlineHarry Potter and the Order of the PhoenixHarry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince Read onlineHarry Potter and the Half-Blood PrinceHarry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban Read onlineHarry Potter and the Prisoner of AzkabanFantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them Read onlineFantastic Beasts and Where to Find ThemVery Good Lives: The Fringe Benefits of Failure and the Importance of Imagination Read onlineVery Good Lives: The Fringe Benefits of Failure and the Importance of ImaginationShort Stories from Hogwarts of Heroism, Hardship and Dangerous Hobbies Read onlineShort Stories from Hogwarts of Heroism, Hardship and Dangerous HobbiesHogwarts: An Incomplete and Unreliable Guide Read onlineHogwarts: An Incomplete and Unreliable GuideThe Tales of Beedle the Bard Read onlineThe Tales of Beedle the BardThe Casual Vacancy Read onlineThe Casual VacancyHarry Potter and the Cursed Child Read onlineHarry Potter and the Cursed ChildShort Stories from Hogwarts of Power, Politics and Pesky Poltergeists Read onlineShort Stories from Hogwarts of Power, Politics and Pesky PoltergeistsQuidditch Through the Ages Read onlineQuidditch Through the AgesThe Ickabog Read onlineThe IckabogFantastic Beasts, The Crimes of Grindelwald [UK] Read onlineFantastic Beasts, The Crimes of Grindelwald [UK]Harry Potter and the Cursed Child: Parts One and Two Read onlineHarry Potter and the Cursed Child: Parts One and TwoThe Prisoner of Azkaban Read onlineThe Prisoner of AzkabanFantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald Read onlineFantastic Beasts: The Crimes of GrindelwaldThe Hogwarts Library Collection Read onlineThe Hogwarts Library CollectionShort Stories from Hogwarts of Heroism, Hardship and Dangerous Hobbies (Kindle Single) (Pottermore Presents) Read onlineShort Stories from Hogwarts of Heroism, Hardship and Dangerous Hobbies (Kindle Single) (Pottermore Presents)Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows hp-7 Read onlineHarry Potter and the Deathly Hallows hp-7Hogwarts: An Incomplete and Unreliable Guide (Kindle Single) (Pottermore Presents) Read onlineHogwarts: An Incomplete and Unreliable Guide (Kindle Single) (Pottermore Presents)Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire hp-4 Read onlineHarry Potter and the Goblet of Fire hp-4The Christmas Pig Read onlineThe Christmas PigHarry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone Read onlineHarry Potter and the Sorcerer's StoneThe Order of the Phoenix Read onlineThe Order of the PhoenixHarry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban hp-3 Read onlineHarry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban hp-3Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets hp-2 Read onlineHarry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets hp-2HP 3 - Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban Read onlineHP 3 - Harry Potter and the Prisoner of AzkabanThe Half-Blood Prince Read onlineThe Half-Blood PrinceThe Hogwarts Collection Read onlineThe Hogwarts CollectionTales of Beedle the Bard Read onlineTales of Beedle the BardThe Goblet of Fire Read onlineThe Goblet of FireHarry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince hp-6 Read onlineHarry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince hp-6Short Stories from Hogwarts of Power, Politics and Pesky Poltergeists (Kindle Single) (Pottermore Presents) Read onlineShort Stories from Hogwarts of Power, Politics and Pesky Poltergeists (Kindle Single) (Pottermore Presents)Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone hp-1 Read onlineHarry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone hp-1