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The Phoenix Rises	By : greenwizard11 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 44621 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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As soon as
they saw Harry off, James and Lucius started looking for a safe place to stay.
Hogwarts Castle would be safe enough for the time being, but no one knew how
long that would last. Molly and Arthur offered their home a few days later.
After much insisting on the Weasleys� part that a few
extra people would be no trouble, James and Lucius decided to accept their
offer.

Of course,
there was a lot of work to be done. Dumbledore set to work with a few trusted
Ministry officials to make sure the Burrow was as safe as possible.
Unfortunately, Harry knew nothing of what was going on. While James insisted on
hearing from him every few days to make sure the Dursleys
were treating him well enough, they never sent Harry any correspondence back,
deciding it was much too dangerous.

James, Lucius,
Draco, and Julian moved into the Burrow a week later. The house was a little
more crowded than usual, but Molly seemed to enjoy it. She especially enjoyed
playing with Julian. James was a little worried that the seven-month-old would
be spoiled from all the attention he was getting.

They didn�t
forget about Harry, of course; they just wanted to make sure he was as safe as
possible, and that required a lot of planning. It didn�t help that things got
worse and worse by the day. No one even bothered to read the Daily Prophet anymore; it was always full of death notices
and stories about horrific attacks. The wizarding
world was officially at war.

Lucius wasn�t
surprised to learn that Bellatrix had taken over his
home. The only surprise was that she hadn�t done it sooner. Losing the house
that had been in his family for several generations upset him, but he cared
about his family more.

The only good
thing that happened was that Remus had finally proposed to Tonks.
He�d been resisting his feelings for the younger witch for a long time, but
with James and Lucius� upcoming wedding, and lots of prodding from James, he
finally gave in. The couple had a small and simple ceremony right away; neither
of them wanted to wait.

It took longer
than anticipated, but after two weeks of careful planning, they were finally
ready to move Harry. They came up with two plans, one of them fake and
deliberately leaked. They hoped to send Voldemort on a wild goose chase so they
could move Harry with no trouble.

Of everyone,
Draco was probably the most anxious to see Harry again. He barely ate, and
spent much of his time staring blankly out the window. Ron tried to cheer him
up, but it was no use. Draco didn�t pull out of his depression until the night
they discussed the final details of the plan. He would only have to wait a few
more days until he could see his Harry again.�

Harry, on the
other hand, was forced once again to endure the company of his relatives. Thankfully,
they now pretty much left him alone. He spent most of his time in his room,
eagerly awaiting news. It frustrated him to no end that none was coming from
his family.

Eventually,
out of sheer desperation, he resorted to reading the Daily
Prophet. He scanned it every morning to see if anyone he knew or
cared about had died. Then he sat and read the articles about Dumbledore. News
of the Headmaster stepping down had spread rather quickly.

Some authors
praised the elder wizard, and said they were sad to see him go. One article
Harry found particularly interesting was written by a wizard who claimed to
have been a long-time friend of Dumbledore�s. It struck Harry as strange,
because he�d never pictured Dumbledore as having been young. Harry supposed he
must have been once, but that was a very long time ago. It was then that Harry
realized how little he actually knew about Dumbledore.

Then there
were the articles that weren�t so flattering. These were full of accusations of
dabbling in dark magic and having a closet full of skeletons. Someone had even
managed to find out about Azriel, though they claimed
the half-elf�s conception was not only planned, but part of a plot to gain more
power. Harry knew immediately that it was all rubbish. He�d seen Dumbledore and
Hezekiah together a few times, and they really did seem to care about one
another. In fact, the last Harry knew, Dumbledore planned to go and stay in
Atlantis. He would, of course, have regular contact with Order members, and he
would come if needed, but otherwise he was going to stay hidden.

After three
long weeks Harry started to feel like he was losing his mind. He was so bored
that he took on the task of cleaning out his trunk. It ended up being a
monumental task because the thing hadn�t been properly cleaned out since his
first year.

He put all his
books in a neat pile, then filled his rubbish bin with
broken quills, empty ink bottles, and old papers. It was truly amazing how much
junk one could acquire in six years. Harry expected to have it cleaned out in
one afternoon, but it ended up taking two days. Then he decided what to keep
with him and what to leave behind.

He knew he
wouldn�t be going back to school. He was the �Chosen One�. School was the last
thing on his mind, with Voldemort quickly rising to power once again. School
could wait�Voldemort couldn�t. Harry wasn�t sure how he was going to defeat Voldemort, he just knew he had to.

Then came the
day the Dursleys were supposed to leave. Dumbledore
had sent them a letter explaining everything. As soon as Harry turned seventeen
the protection on their home would be gone. It was feared that Voldemort would
kill them, or at least kidnap them in the hope that Harry would try to save
them.

Uncle Vernon
was being stubborn, though. He changed his mind every other day about whether
or not he would leave. The final morning was no exception. �You just want the
house,� Uncle Vernon accused Harry when he came downstairs to see them off.

Harry couldn�t
help but laugh. �You really are that stupid, aren�t you?�

�Pardon me,
boy?� Uncle Vernon growled.

It took Harry
a minute to stop laughing. �If I really wanted your house that badly, I
wouldn�t have to make up an elaborate story. All I�d have to do was tell my dad
you hit me or something and then sit back and watch him rip you apart.�

The color
drained from Aunt Petunia�s face, and Dudley made a horrified squeaking noise.
Uncle Vernon was purple and speechless. A wicked grin appeared on Harry�s face.
It felt good to be the one who had the upper hand for once.

�Now then, are
you leaving or not?� Harry asked. �Because the Aurors will be here soon, and
again, I assure you all those �accidents� that have been on the news weren�t
really accidents. You�ve been harboring me, and Voldemort won�t be very happy
about that.�

That seemed to
bring back Uncle Vernon�s powers of speech. �Yes, we�ve kept you even though
you�re no longer an orphan. Your mongrel of a father owes us.�

Harry rolled
his eyes. �Why do you think you�re being offered protection? You should at
least know him well enough to know he�d gladly throw you to the wolves. My dad
is a very strange man. Trust me: this is his way of repaying you.�

There was a
knock on the door and Harry went to answer it. He received quite a surprise
when he was met with the two Aurors, Hestia Jones and Dedalus
Diggle, and his father. �Dad!� he cried as he flung
himself into his father�s arms.

James chuckled
and hugged him back. �I missed you, too.�

The three
wizards came inside. �Harry, so good to see you.� Dedalus smiled. �Is your family ready to go? We�re on a
very tight schedule.�

Harry turned
to his relatives. �You�ll have to ask them.�

Uncle Vernon
had decided to have a staring contest with James, and he was losing. �I still
don�t know if I believe any of this,� he grumbled.

James
shrugged. �Then stay here and die. No skin off my nose.�

The two Aurors
seemed a bit put off by James� bluntness and indifference. �Yes, that�s a nice
way to thank us for raising your boy!� Uncle Vernon argued.

James sighed.
�You�re impossible. Really, you are. First you bitch about being told to leave,
and then, when I tell you to go ahead and stay, you bitch about having to keep
Harry and being put in danger. Make up your bloody minds! I�ve got better
things to do than stand here arguing with you.�

�I want to
leave.� Dudley spoke up from behind his mother.

James turned
his gaze to the boy, an amused expression on his face. �Well, at least there�s
some hope for the boy.�

Harry was
surprised too, but he knew that if Dudley wanted to go, Petunia and Vernon
would go. His aunt and uncle never refused their precious Diddykins
anything. �Alright,� Uncle Vernon frowned. �Let�s go then. Goodbye,
boy.�

�Righto.� Dedalus nodded. �Since Harry is still underage we will need
to leave the house before any magic can be performed. A good ten miles should
do it.�

The car was
already packed, so all that was left to do was say goodbye. Harry was shocked
when Dudley held out his hand for Harry to shake. Maybe there really was hope
for his cousin. Harry looked over at his dad. �Are you going with them?� he
asked, hoping the answer was no.

James shook
his head. �No, I�m staying here with you until the others arrive.�

�Others?� Harry raised an eyebrow.

�I�ll explain
later,� James said.

Harry nodded
and watched as his relatives left. As much as he disliked them, it still felt a
little strange to think he would probably never see them again. They had been a
big part of his young life. But that part of his life was over now.

He watched them
drive away, then decided to head into the kitchen and make
a pot of tea. �So, what�s this about others?� he asked his dad.

James took a
seat at the kitchen table. �I guess I might as well tell you now. A few Order
members are coming tonight to move you. We purposefully leaked news that we
were going to wait until Saturday, but still, we�re sure you�re being watched.
So what we did was pick a handful of places and made
them as safe as possible so it will be hard to tell which one we�re really
taking you to.�

�But won�t
they figure it out once a bunch of us start heading in the same direction?�

James sat back
and sighed. �Well, that�s the thing. We won�t all be heading to one place.�

Harry was
confused. �But if Voldemort wants me, what good will that do?�

�There will be
seven of you.�

�What? But
that means you�no! You can�t do that. It�s too dangerous.�

James raised
an eyebrow and crossed his arms. �In times like these, breathing is dangerous.
That�s the plan, whether you like it or not.�

�But you need
my hair for it to work,� Harry said triumphantly. �I just won�t give it to
you.�

James
chuckled. �You�re forgetting one thing. Actually, you�re forgetting several
things. First off, you�re a carbon copy of me. It�s going to be dark, and I
don�t need Polyjuice to be your double. So if nothing
else, I can donate the hairs. Though you�re a sixteen-year-old boy who can�t do
magic�I can�t imagine taking the hairs by force will be that difficult.�

Harry frowned.
�I guess I don�t have much choice in this, then, do I?�

�No. I�m
sorry, but this is for your own safety.�

Harry let out
a defeated sigh as he poured the tea. He hated that others would be put in
danger because of him, though something told him he should get used to it.�

The rest of
the Order members arrived soon after it got dark. Moody appeared first and
seemed to be checking things out. Then he was followed by Mr. Weasley, Bill, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Remus, Tonks, Kingsley, Fred, George, and Hagrid.

Draco lunged
at Harry and planted a deep kiss on the brunette�s lips. �I missed you so
much!� Draco cried, squeezing Harry so tight that he could barely breathe.

�I missed you,
too,� Harry said between gasps for air.

�Did you tell
him the plan?� Moody asked James.

James nodded.
�He didn�t take it well, just like I told you he wouldn�t.�

�I don�t care
if he likes it,� Moody grunted. �It�s the best plan.�

Harry sighed
and watched as Moody reached into one of the sacks he was carrying and pulled
out a large container of a green, mud-like substance. Harry instantly
recognized it as Polyjuice. �Well, what�s it going to
be?� James asked. �Are you going to give up the hairs willingly, or do we have
to hold you down?�

Harry
reluctantly reached up and yanked out a few strands of hair. He handed them to
Moody, who added them to the pot. It steamed and bubbled for a minute or two
before turning bright gold.

Draco,
Hermione, Ron, Fred, and George all moved over to the sink and each of them
picked up a glass. Moody handed out the doses and they all drank at the same
time. Harry watched as their skin seemed to melt and transform. It was odd to
see his closest friends all morph into copies of him. And all James needed to
do was shorten his own hair and tousle it a bit. �My
hair,� he whined.

�Oh, shut up!�
Moody shouted. �You can change it back later.�

James mumbled
under his breath and moved to stand in line with the rest of the Harry-clones.
Moody tossed the other bag he�d been holding into the center of the room.
�Change quickly. We don�t have a lot of time.�

Harry blushed
as his clones shed their clothes, not seeming to care about showing off his
body. The only exception was James, who was showing off his
own body, but he still didn�t seem to mind. Minutes later seven Harry Potters
were standing in Aunt Petunia�s spotless kitchen.

Each of the
clones went to stand beside one of the Order members, James moving to join
Moody. �You�re with me, Harry,� Hagrid said proudly. �You�ll have to sit in the
sidecar,� he said, referring to Sirius� motorbike. �I�m afraid there isn�t
enough room on the seat.�

�Oh,� Harry
nodded, wishing he could ride on one of the brooms.

James seemed
to read his mind. �You�re well known for being a good flyer. They�ll expect the
real you to be on a broom.�

Moody nodded.
�Yes, and they�ll also likely expect the real one to be with me or Kingsley
since we�re trained Aurors. That�s why your dad is with me, and Miss Granger is
with Kingsley. Now, let�s get going. We�ve wasted enough time.�

They all
headed out to the back yard. Kingsley and Hermione mounted the thestral, and Harry climbed into the sidecar of the
motorbike. The rest of them paired off and mounted their brooms. Moody scanned
the sky with his magical eye and then gave a little nod.

A loud roar
came from the bike, and the seven oddly-assorted pairs rose into the sky. Harry
was a little cramped, in the sidecar with all his things, but he managed to
turn around and take one last look at Privet Drive. He would never see it
again.

The seven
pairs flew higher and higher until the town below looked tiny. They all gave
each other one last look before heading off in different directions.

Then suddenly,
Harry�s group were surrounded. They�d been right�Harry
was being watched.

�Hold on!�
Hagrid shouted as he sped up and took off. Several Death Eaters followed on
brooms, throwing curse after curse at them. Harry ducked down in the little
seat and turned around to fire back while Hagrid did his best to dodge.

It seemed a
few modifications had been made to the bike. Hagrid pushed an orange button and
fire like a dragon�s suddenly erupted from the tailpipe. The nearest Death
Eaters swerved to dodge it, and Harry managed to stun one of them.

Even as afraid
for himself as he was, Harry couldn�t help but worry about the others, too. He
could see flashes of light in the distance, and he knew it wasn�t from any
storm. Any Death Eaters going after his dad�s group would soon know they were after
the wrong person. As much as Harry had tried to learn from his dad, he�d never
mastered Elemental Magic.

He was brought
back to the present by a jet of green light that just barely missed him. Hagrid
was doing his best, but Harry was scared that it wouldn�t be enough. He took a
deep breath and tried to focus. One of the first things James had taught him
was to always keep a clear head, as panic did nothing but cloud one�s judgment.

He fired off
every stun and hex he knew, but the oncoming Death Eaters dodged them all.
�Hold on tight,� Hagrid shouted again, and he pushed a purple button. A
bubble-shield surrounded them. The bike lurched as fire shot from the tailpipe
again, and then it put out a sudden burst of speed. Harry watched the Death
Eaters fall behind, their brooms unable to keep up.

Suddenly the
sidecar started to rattle and shake, and Harry wondered if it was going to
break. His heart rose up into his throat and he held on tight.

He jumped when
a loud explosion echoed from far off in the distance. He couldn�t tell how far
away it was, but he knew his dad would only use magic like that as a last
resort. He knew better than to risk drawing Muggle
attention unless it was a matter of life and death.

By the time
they finally started to descent, Harry was queasy and trembling. He and Hagrid
were safe, but what about the rest of the people he cared about? He shouldn�t
have let them do this. He�d never forgive himself if anything happened to any
one of them.

They touched
down beside a large pond and the bike came to a stop. �We�re here,� Hagrid
announced.�

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A/N:� Wow, 63 chapters already!� It seems like it�s
taken forever, but the end is in sight.�
Thank you to everyone who left a review.�
They brightened my day and fed my muse.�
And of course I have to thank my beta, Mamacita,
who did an excellent job of taking every chapter and making it all polished and
shiny.�
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