Lust for Death

I stood on my balcony looking out the window over the hills.

“Mei! Come get your dinner!” my mother called, I looked back briefly then sighed.

I walked downstairs and had dinner with my parents. Though not so long after we left.

My mother held mine and my fathers hands and we apperated to Privet Drive, Survey.

“There you are Richard.” Moody snapped as I saw Ron and Hermione, I hugged Hermione and Ron as we looked at Harry’s house.

Hagrid stood by the door as Ron walked in and hugged Harry, then Hermione hugged Harry. I leaned on the doorframe with a slight smile as Harry taken my hand; I hugged Harry and kissed him quickly,
“I missed you.” I smiled,
“I missed you too.” Harry replied,
“You’re looking fit.” Hagrid spoke,
“Yeah, he’s absolutely gorgeous. What say we get undercover before someone murders him?” Moody spoke as everyone walked inside.

Moody put a huge bag in the middle of the room as my parents walked in last.

“All right. We’ll have time for a cozy catch-up later.” Moody snapped as me and my parents snuck in. “We’ve got to get the hell out of here. And soon. Potter, you’re underage, which means you’ve still got the Trace on you.” Moody spoke,
“What’s the Trace?” Harry asked,
“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. 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.” Moody spoke, though there was a difference with me and my parents, we were running on the floor, as my mum had a piggy back ride from my dad,
“The real one?” Harry asked as Moody brought out a drinking bottle.

“I believe you’re familiar with this particular brew.” Moody opened the lid,
“No. Absolutely not.” Harry spoke,
“We told you he’d take it well.” I spoke folding my arms,
“No, if you think I’m gonna let everyone risk their lives for me I--” Harry started,
“Never done that before, have we?” Ron asked sarcastically,
“No. No. This is different. I mean, taking that, becoming me. No.” Harry protested.

“Well, none of us really fancy it, mate.” Fred spoke,
“Yea, imagine if something went wrong, and we ended up a scrawny, specky git forever.” George smirked as I nudged them,
“I happen to care a lot about that ‘specky git” I snapped as Harry smiled at me briefly.

“Everyone here is of age, Potter. They’ve all agreed to take the risk.” Moody spoke, a loud cough was heard from Mundungus,
“Technically, I’ve been coerced. Mundungus Fletcher, Mr. Potter. Always been a huge admirer.” Mundungus soke,
“Nip it, Mundungus.” Moody snapped, “All right, Granger, as discussed.” Moody spoke, Hermione ripped out a few hairs from Harry’s head,
“Blimey, Hermione.” Harry snapped.

“Straight in here, if you please.” Moody spoke, everybody who was drinking the potion stepped forward, my mother stood next to Hermione.

I walked around by her side as Moody walked around,
“For those of you who haven’t taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning: It tastes like goblin piss.” Moody explained,
“Have a lot of experiences with that, do you, Mad-Eye?” George asked, Moody glared at him, “Just trying to diffuse the tension.” George added and drank the potion. He then shrunk and they all slowly changed into Harry.

“Wow, we’re identical.” Fred and George spoke,
“Not yet, you’re not.” Moody spoke, and emptied the bag of clothes on the floor.

“What’s it like seeing your mother looking like your boyfriend?” My mother smiled as she got changed,
“It’s very weird…” I spoke as Harry walked over to me,
“Real Harry?” I asked, he kissed my cheek,
“Yea,” Harry spoke as I smiled.

“Haven’t got anything a bit more sporting, have you?” George asked,
“I don’t really fancy this colour.” Fred added,
“Well, fancy this, you’re not you. So shut it and strip.” Moody snapped,
“All right, all right.” Mundungus spoke, I was sniggering to myself finding it funny that they were all Harry with different voices.
“You’ll need to change too, Potter.” Moody spoke, Harry nodded and started getting changed with the others.

“Right, then. We’ll be pairing off. Each Potter will have a protector. Mundungus, stick tight to me. I wanna keep an eye on you. As for Harry--” Moody spoke,
“Yes?” Every Harry replied,
“The real Harry. Where the devil are you, anyway?” Moody snapped,
“Here.” Harry waved at the back of the room,
“You’ll ride with Hagrid.” Moody spoke.

“I brought you here 16 years ago when you were no bigger than a bowtruckle. Seems only right that I should be the one to take you away now.” Hagrid spoke,
“Yes, it’s all very touching. Let’s go.” Moody snapped.

I stood with my mother and father outside as Harry walked over to me,
“Be careful.” Harry spoke, I nodded and kissed him sweetly. I looked at my mother,
“Before we leave, I just want you to know that I love you darling. You know I do right?” My mother asked I nodded as she kissed my forehead.

“Bet it’s weird to see yourself kiss your girlfriend, right, Harry?” Fred spoke, Harry nodded as he walked over to Hagrid.

My father picked up my mother on his back as I readied to race my father to the Weasley’s.

Ok… so we were the only one without broomsticks.

Well one, vampires can’t drink Polyjuice Potion, something in the mix messes with the traits. Two, my dad can’t ride a broom. So the result is running.

“Head for the Burrows. We’ll rendezvous there. Skylar’s keep off the roads.” Moody spoke as me and my father put our thumbs up in the air.

“On the count of three.” Moody started and tapped his staff on the ground as me and my father ran passed everyone else.

“One…”

“Two…”

“Three!” Moody called.