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Chapter 43: The Battle of the Seven Potters

Harry shook Bill's hand while responding, "Oh, pleasure to meet you."

"He was never always this handsome," Fred said as we walked past Bill and Harry.

Fleur hugged Harry as George added, "Dead ugly."

"Boys, be nice," I said nudging them both with a smirk.

Harry looked at me as I spoke, immediately wrapping me into a hug while smiling, "Y/n!"

As we pulled away from the hug I gave him a small smile, "Hello, Harry."

Harry backed away, bringing his attention back to Bill. "True enough," Bill said, gesturing to what the twins had said, "Owe it all to a werewolf, name of Greyback. Hope to repay the favor one day."

"Well, you're still beautiful to me, William," Fleur said as she put her hand on the back of his neck, kissing his cheek.

"Am I beautiful?" Fred asked, turning to me and wrapping his arm back around me.

I reached up, grabbing his chin to inspect his face. After a few seconds I said, "Yes."

Fred smirked before Lupin walked into the room with Tonks, saying, "Just remember, Fleur, Bill takes his steaks on the raw side now."

"My husband, the joker," Tonks said looking up at Lupin, "By the way, wait till you hear the news. Remus and I-"

Moody waddled into the room, interrupting Tonks, "Oh alright! Alright! We'll have time for a cozy catch-up later. We've got to get the hell out of here and soon!"

He reached the front of the room while saying, "Potter, you're underage, which means you've still got the trace on you."

"What's the trace?" Harry asked confused.

"Why, if you sneeze, the Ministry will know who wipes your nose. The point is we have to use those means of transport the trace can't detect. Brooms, Thestrals, and the like," Moody explained, "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 asked, clearly confused.

Moody pulled out a flask while saying, "I believe you're familiar with this particular brew."

"No. Absolutely not," Harry said immediately.

"I told you he'd take it well," Hermione said.

"No, if you think I'm gonna let everyone risk their lives for me, I-I-" Harry said, stuttering out of loss of words.

Ron scoffed, "Never done that before, have we?"

"No! No, this is different," Harry said turning to look at Ron, "I mean, taking that, becoming me- No!"

"Well, none of us really fancy it, mate," Fred said from my left.

"Yeah. Imagine if something went wrong and we ended up a scrawny, specky, git forever!" George said from my right, widening his eyes and leaning forward as he finished.

Moody spoke from the front, causing Harry to look forward, "Everyone here is of age, Potter. They've all agreed to take the risks."

Mundungus cleared his throat before saying, "Technically, I've been coerced. Mundungus Fletcher, Mr. Potter. Always been a huge admirer."

"Nip it, Mundungus!" Moody said, getting everyone's attention back onto him, "Alright, Granger, as discussed."

Hermione immediately walked passed Harry, ripping out a piece of his hair from the back. "Blimey, Hermione!" Harry said, putting his hand on the back of his neck.