Elaine's POV:

A few days after Dumbledore died, his funeral was held on the grounds of Hogwarts. It was totally depressing. Everyone there shed more than a few tears. Harry had completely shut all of us out. He was taking Dumbledore's death the hardest and it was difficult to get even a few words out of him.

Due to the circumstances, all final exams were cancelled for us which meant there was little to distract us from what was happening in the world. The last few days before we were to leave Hogwarts was spent in silence. No one really knew what to say. And Fred still wouldn't talk to me. We haven't spoken since he broke up with me that day on the Quidditch field...and I really needed someone to talk to. Without Draco here, who I considered to be one of my best friends, I felt more and more alone each day.

When our last day of Hogwarts finally arrived, Hermione and I were allowed to spend a few days with our parents and Jason at their house before having to go to the Weasley's for the remainder of the summer.

When Hermione and I stepped off the Hogwarts Express, our parents and Jason were waiting for us on the platform. I ran into Jason's arms, completely breaking down and bursting into tears. I couldn't help myself. Draco was gone, Dumbledore was dead and the war was only beginning...

"It'll be alright, Elaine," Jason said, rubbing my back as I cried into his shoulder. When we broke from our hug, I looked around and saw most of the students getting off the train were running to their families and crying. "Sweetie...we have to leave...Kingsley is waiting for us," my dad said, grabbing my trunk for me and leading the way off the platform. Kingsley Shacklebolt, a member of the Order, escorted my family and I back to our home. It was actually my first time being in my house. I never got a chance to since Dumbledore always wanted me to be at the Burrow.

When we arrived at our house, my parents gave me a tour, showing me to the room that Jason and I would share while we were here for a few days before returning to the Burrow.

Once we were all settled, Hermione and I got right to packing our stuff again. We planned to each have a small handbag with us at all times with essentials such as food, water, clothes, etc. just in case we needed to make a quick getaway. "Elaine...can we talk?" Hermione asked me one day while I was watching tv with mom and dad. "Sure," I replied, quickly standing up and following her to the kitchen. "We are leaving tonight for the Burrow," she said, clearly telling me her plan instead of asking me. "What do you mean? Why?" I asked. "Look what just came...I'm sorry I opened it, but I couldn't help myself," she said, holding up a letter addressed to me. I quickly unfolded the parchment and read:

Elaine-

Get out of your house as soon as possible. They're tracking you down.

-D

"That's Draco's handwriting isn't it?" Hermione asked, pointing to the letter. "Yes," I said, rereading the letter again. "Hermione...if they're coming we need to get mom and dad and Jason out too," I said, folding the letter back up. "I know...I have a plan," she said, and continued to explain that we need to wipe their memories of us. "It's the only way...when this is all over we can find them and restore their memories," Hermione said as she watched me struggle to understand what she was saying. I knew she was right...but I've never done a spell so complicated before. "Go finish packing and when you're done we can leave," Hermione ordered.

I did as she said and packed, when Jason came into the room we shared. "You're leaving tonight aren't you?" he asked, leaning against the doorway. I didn't respond, nor did I look in his eyes. "So I'll take that as a yes," he said, plopping himself on his bed. "Well...I think it's better if you don't tell me anyways. If someone came looking for you they'd be able to read my mind right?" Jason rambled as I continued packing. I looked up from what I was doing and stared at him with tears in my eyes. "Just promise me you'll be safe," he said, standing up now and walking over to me. "I promise," I said, pulling him in for one last hug.

When I was done packing, Hermione and I waited for mom, dad and Jason to drink their evening tea while watching tv. "It's time," Hermione said, pulling out her wand. I quickly slipped outside through the front door. I couldn't watch Hermione wipe their memories...it was difficult enough to leave them.

Two minutes later, Hermione walked outside and shoved her wand in her pocket. "Well?" I asked her as we began walking down the street. "It's done. I modified their memories so they think Jason is their son...and I also put it that they would be moving to Australia in the morning," she said quietly. "At least we'll have an idea on where we can search for them when this is over...Australia sounds nice," I said, trying to sound positive.

Hermione and I walked only for a short while. A few blocks away from our home, we found an empty alley way between two apartment buildings, so we chose that spot to apparate to the Burrow.

Our feet landed in the marshy and muddy area a few meters away from the Burrow. The sound of us apparating must've been heard from inside the house, because Mr. Weasley rushed outside with his wand pointed at us. "Identify yourselves," he yelled, careful not to get too close. "Hermione and Elaine Granger. We are close friends of your son Ronald Billius Weasley who lives on the top floor of this house with Cuddly Canon Quidditch Team posters covering most sections of the wall," Hermione said loud enough for Mr. Weasley to hear. "Sorry, girls...I just had to be sure it was you," Mr. Weasley said, welcoming us inside.

As soon as we stepped inside we were greeted by Mrs. Weasley. "What are you girls doing here so soon?" she asked. "Just had a strange feeling about being home...thought it'd be safer here...we hope that's okay," I said before Hermione could tell them it was Draco who sent the letter. I gave her a look to let her know I'd explain later. "Well of course it is! Ron's just upstairs in his room. Dinner will be in about an hour," Mrs. Weasley said. Hermione and I walked up the many flights of stairs towards Ron's room when she stopped me. "What was that about?" she asked. "Hermione we can't tell anyone about Draco...if You-Know-Who finds out he'll be killed," I whispered so no one could hear us. That's when the door to the nearest room opened, revealing Fred. "Hey Fred," Hermione said casually, but I didn't say anything nor did I look at Fred. We still haven't talked and it's just been getting more and more awkward with each encounter we have. Fred muttered a 'hello' to Hermione and pushed past me to get to the bathroom.

Continuing our climb up to Ron's room, we passed Ginny's room and saw the door was opened so we peeked in to say hello. "Oh my god!" she squealed, jumping up and hugging us both. "Thank god you're here," she whispered, letting us into her room. Turns out she wasn't alone. Bill's soon-to-be-wife, Fluer, was sitting on a bed next to Ginny's. "Ah zis must be Elaine and Hermione!" Fluer said elegantly with her thick French accent. "Oh you girls must 'help me plan ze wedding! Ginny 'as been a good help so far," she said, shaking both Hermione and I's hand. "Of course, we'd love to help," Hermione said as I saw Ginny roll her eyes at Fluer.

Once we were done catching up with Ginny, we finally made it to Ron's room. "We're coming in!" I yelled as we walked up the stairs. Too lazy to knock, Hermione and I barged in to find Ron laying on his bed. He sat up immediately when we entered and smiled. "How come you two are here early?" he asked, motioning for us to sit next to him on his bed. "This," I said, passing Ron the letter from Draco. "Did you tell my dad about this?" Ron asked after reading the letter. "No...I don't want anyone else knowing...Draco could get killed for this," I said, taking the letter back from Ron and putting it in my bag. "Yea it's best if it stays between the four of us...speaking of, where's Harry?" Hermione asked. "Seems like we have to help collect him from his aunt and uncle's house in a few days...should be interesting...I hear Madeye's got a plan," Ron explained.

The next few days, went by moderately fast. On one particular day, Fred called me outside. "What's up?" I asked, trying to sound casual. "We need to talk okay? I heard Malfoy's sending you letters," he said flat-out. "Where did you hear that?" I asked Fred, trying to be calm. "From you...when you arrived here the other day I heard you and Hermione talking outside my room," he explained. I didn't reply...I only looked at him. "Don't worry...I won't tell anyone...I just want to make sure you're careful. You will never know if he's telling the truth or not or if it's actually him writing the letters," Fred said, motioning for me to sit next to him on the grass. I sat down, crossing my legs in front of me, subconsciously pulling grass from the ground. "How come you're talking to me now?" I asked him. "I miss you," he replied simply, grabbing my hand in the process and holding it in his. "I missed you too," I replied, happy that Fred was at least talking to me. "Why did you ignore me for such a long time?" I asked him, feeling some tears well up in my eyes. "I saw how close you were getting to Malfoy...it was difficult to watch you two together all the time at school," Fred explained. I nodded, but didn't respond. I wasn't sure what to even say. "I do love you, though, Elaine...and I just want you to be happy," Fred whispered, kissing my cheek gently as a smile found its' way on my face. "I love you too," I told him, and I truly meant it.

Before I knew it, it was time to go collect Harry from his aunt and uncle's house. Since Harry is still an underage wizard and can't use magic outside of Hogwarts yet, we had get Harry to the Burrow by different means of transport: brooms. That night, all members of the Order gathered at the Burrow. Mad-eye, Tonks, Lupin, Mundungus, Hagrid, and Kingsley all piled into Mrs. Weasley's tiny kitchen. "We'll discuss the arrangements of who's doing what when we get to the house," Moody said before putting his hand out in the middle of our circle. "Everyone put your hands in," he ordered. Once everyone followed his orders, we apparated as a group. Our feet landed on the pavement of Private Drive and when I looked up, we were standing right in front of Harry's house. "Everyone inside," Moody said, as he practically ran towards the house. "What are you all doing here?" Harry asked Hermione and I as we hugged him hello. "We came to take you somewhere safe but we must discuss the details inside," Kingsley said before Hermione or I could answer.

Once everyone was inside, Moody and Remus walked through the house and made sure it was secure. "Now...each adult has been given a destination. There are portkeys at various houses in London that are under the Order's control. Each adult will be paired with a kid," Madeye explained as we formed a circle in the living room of the house. "We must take into consideration that there are most likely death eaters circling the house as we speak. We must throw them off their guard, make them unsure of which Harry is the real one," Moody continued. "In your pair, one of you will become Harry and the other will be themselves," he explained, taking out a piece of paper with a list of name. "Hagrid is with Harry. Ron with Tonks; Fluer with Bill; Arthur Weasley with George; Mundungus with me; Hermione with Kingsley; Fred with Amelia (an Order member I didn't meet yet); and finally Elaine with Lupin," Madeye rambled. I quickly found my way next to Remus, and smiled at him. "Remus...I don't need to remind you how important it is to keep Elaine safe do I?" Mad-eye asked in a condescending tone. "Not at all. She'll be safe with me," Lupin said calmly. I felt confident in Lupin and I could tell he felt the same about me. We would be fine...right?

"I don't understand...how could they all be me?" Harry asked, breaking the silence. "I believe you are familiar, Mr. Potter, with this particular brew?" Moody asked, holding out a flask and swirled it around in his hand. "NO!" Harry yelled. "Told you he'd take it well," Hermione said in a matter-of-fact tone. "If you think I'm letting you risk your lives for me..." Harry began but was cut off by Ron. "Yea cause we've never done that before mate," Ron said sarcastically. "This is different, becoming me...I won't let you do it," Harry ordered, puffing out his chest slightly. "Well you're against thirteen powerful wizards who are over the age of 17. Mate, I don't think you have a choice on this one," George said as he chuckled slightly. At this point, Moody gave me a wink which was my signal to collect the hair from Harry for the polyjuice potion. I walked briskly up behind Harry and pulled a chunk of hair out of his head. "Blimey Elaine," Harry said as he rubbed the back of his head where I removed the hair. I ignored Harry's protests and added the hairs into Madeye's flask.

"Now for those of you who've never taken Polyjuice Potion before, it tastes like goblin piss," Moody said passing the drink around. Fred and George were the first to take their sips and then it was my turn. I took my portion in one gulp, all while holding my nose. Despite holding my nose, I could still taste the potion as it burned it's way down my throat. Seconds later, I felt my face start to bubble and my hair was growing up into my head only to be replaced with short, messy black hair. When I looked in the mirror I didn't recognize myself. I was Harry Potter. It was the weirdest feeling ever. "Wow we're identical!" Fred and George said in unison. Looking around the room at the eight Harrys, I saw Lupin take out a huge bag of clothes and dumped it on the floor. We all had to change into the same outfit.

Once everyone was prepared, we filed out of the house and into the middle of the street. "Wands at the ready. Good luck everyone, see you at the Burrow," Madeye said. I quickly picked up a broom and mounted it. With the 'go' from Moody, we all shot up into the sky.

Not a moment later, I knew we were under attack. I held onto my broom with one hand and my wand with my other as I flew as close to Lupin as I could get. Death Eaters swarmed us as we flew in all directions. Spells were being cast in every direction, Lupin and I made our way out of the thick of things with three Death Eaters on our tail. "REDUCTO!" I screamed, pointing my wand behind me and knocking two of the three Death Eaters out of the sky. The one Death Eater that I didn't knock out was right on our tail. Whoever it was was a great flier. That's when I saw him..Draco. It was Draco trying to catch me, though he thought I was Harry. "WE'RE ALMOST THERE," Lupin screamed over to me. The wind whipping past my ears made it very difficult to hear. As we flew lower and lower over London, I felt the polyjuice potion starting to wear. I quickly pulled the hood of the sweatshirt I was wearing over my head so Draco couldn't see my hair changing back to it's normal frizziness. That's when I felt him. He had caught up to me and had jumped onto the back of my broom, wrapping his arms around my waist and grabbing my hand that held my wand. Immediately when Lupin saw this he turned around, unsure of what to do because if he sent a spell at Draco, he would risk hitting me as well. "DRACO!" I screamed, turning my body around now to reveal to Draco that it was me...not Harry. "Elaine," he said, clearly panicking, then apparating right then and there, leaving Lupin and I alone again. "We have to hurry!" Lupin said, motioning for me to follow him. Turns out, we were literally seconds away from the protective enchantments that were placed around the house with our portkey.

Draco's POV:

I had caught Potter. I didn't really want to...sure he was an asshole, but I never wanted him to be dead. When I jumped onto his broomstick, I put my hands around his waist, but that wasn't the waist of a man. It was a woman. That's when I heard her voice. "DRACO!" she screamed at me. I let go of her, allowing her to turn and face me. Elaine sat there, utterly shocked that I was trying to strangle her. "Elaine," I said to myself, and apparated right then and there. I was so happy to see her...and to know that she was alive. There was no way I was going to hand her over to Voldemort...I loved her. When I apparated, I went straight to my house. Before going inside, I found the nearest rock with a jagged edge and cut down the side of my arm. Trying my best not to scream in pain, I knew it was the only way to keep it a secret that I caught Elaine. "Draco...what happened?" my mother asked me when I walked inside. "Elaine Granger...she almost killed me," I said, pretending to be injured with a limp as blood ran down my newly injured arm.

Elaine's POV:

Remus and I landed our brooms in front of Mr. Weasley's cousin's house. "Quick we are about to miss it!" Remus said as we shuffled inside. "Hello I'm Remus this is Elaine...where's the portkey," Remus asked Mr. Weasley's cousin, Maggie. "Right here! Hurry!" she said, rushing us towards an old tin can. "Thank you so much for-" I began, but was ripped from the room when the portkey left.

Remus and I landed in the marshy water in front of the Burrow. "Quick...inside the house," Remus said but we were stopped by Kingsley. "What was the last thing Albus Dumbledore said to the both of us?" Kingsley asked, raising his wand towards Remus. "Trust Harry...he is our only hope," Remus replied calmly, as Kingsley lowered his wand. "Elaine!" I heard someone yell from the house. Harry had rushed towards me, and pulled me in for a hug. "Who else is back?" I asked him as we broke from our hug. "Hermione...and George...he's been hurt," Harry said, leading me into the house.

When we walked inside, I saw George laying on the couch with a bloody face and a missing ear. "George! Are you okay?" I asked as I kneeled next to the couch that he was on. He nodded slowly and smiled. "Thank Merlin you're alright...when I saw Malfoy was one of the death eaters following you, I tried to stop him, but Snape sent a curse right at my head," George explained as he gently pushed a strand of hair out of my face. The relationship that George and I have is so special. He's like my older brother: protective and watchful. I know that no matter what, he's always on my side.