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I wanted to put the first chapters up because I wanted to know what people thought about them to see if i should change anything to be more clique or whatnot. I enjoy your comments and reviews and need them for these first chapters now more than ever.

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Name: Rebecca Adhara Black

Parents: Sirius Black and Ambrosia Sherwood (both deceased)

Stepfather: Gregory Sherwood

Gifts: Witch and a Metamorphmagus

Blood-Status: Pure Blood

Status: Living at Grimmauld Place

True Features:

Hair: Long Curly/Untidy Dark Brown

Eyes: Blue

Current Features: Same

Age: 17

Home: Grimmauld Place, Order of the Phoenix Headquarters

Patronus: Wolf

Friends: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger

Dating status: In a relationship with Harry Potter

"These are dark times, there is no denying. Our world has, perhaps, faced no greater threat than it does today. But I say this to our citizenry: We, ever your servants, will continue to defend your liberty and repel the forces that seek to take it from you. Your Ministry remains strong,"

Everything was changing quickly. The whole world falling in on itself in fear as Voldemort became an even more prominent threat. People were disappearing left and right, some on there own accord, some turning up dead a week later.

One day, when Lupin and Tonks moved me to the Burrow, Hermione showed up out of nowhere, no explanation. Later, however, she told me she had used the Memory Charm on her parents, to forget her, to make them safe.

There wasn't much happiness left in the world now. The only high points of the summer was Lupin and Tonks' wedding, which was right after the end of school, but after that, we really don't have much to look forward to until Bill and Fleur's wedding. It was horrible really, having to wait for happiness to come about again, instead of it happening everyday.

It was only when everyone from the Order came to the Burrow did things start moving too fast for happiness to matter. The Order was planning on how to get Harry out of Privet Drive before his birthday, when the protection over him broke and anyone could get to him. It was decided that we would take Harry from Privet Drive via normal transportation, like Thestrals, brooms, and flying motorbikes. We would also use Polyjuice Potion so that there would be seven Harrys and each Harry would have a protector, that way we could get him out and no one would be the wiser on which Harry was which.

So the night the plan was to take place, we all traveled to Privet Drive in our own way, most of us Apparating while some had to fly the Thestrals and the motorbike there.

Hagrid was the one to knock on the door, since the rest of us were a little afraid that Harry would come out shooting Stunner spells. But he didn't.

"Hello, Harry!" Hagrid exclaimed as Harry appeared in the open doorway, a huge smile on his face at seeing all of us.

Ron was the first to run over to Harry, giving him a big hug, then next was Hermione who gave him a quick hug, kissing him on the cheek. Next was my turn. I ran at him and nearly slammed into him, hugging him to me tightly, burring my face in the crook of his neck. He held onto me just as tightly, smiling into my shoulder. "It's good to see you too," I heard him chuckle.

I pulled back and away from him, though I could feel that his arms weren't letting me go, so I just leaned back and gave him a once over. "I like the hair, boy wonder," I smiled, ruffling it a bit. It had grown longer than last year, looking closer to how it had looked third year.

"Yeah, he's absolutely gorgeous," Mad-Eye grumbled as he pushed past us rudely. "What say we get undercover before someone murders him?"

"I'd be fine with that," I murmured, grabbing Harry's hand and pulling him along with me as I followed Mad-Eye into the empty living room.

In walked, Kingsley, Hagrid, Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, Bill and Fleur after us, Harry greeting each of them warmly, Bill and Fleur last.

"Hello, Harry. Bill Weasley," Bill smiled, extending a hand.

He looked a lot better than when he had been in the hospital, after I had helped save him. He was no longer bandaged up from head to toe, though his face would forever have the long dark gashes across it, much like how Lupin's scars looked on his own face.

"Oh. Pleasure to meet you," Harry smiled, letting go of my hand to shake Bill's and then hug Fleur.

"He was never always this handsome-" "Dead ugly," the twins put in from the corner, making me smack both of them on the shoulders, the highest point of them that I could reach.

"True enough," Bill said good naturedly before turning his face so Harry could see the scars better. "Owe it all to a werewolf, name of Greyback. Hope to repay the favor one day,"

"You're still beautiful to me, William," Fluer smiled, kissing him lightly on the cheek, fully getting his attention.

"Just remember, Fleur, Bill takes his steaks on the raw side now," Lupin smiled as he and Tonks walked into the room.

"My husband, the joker," Tonks chuckled, wrapping an arm around his waist before she looked back up at everyone else. "By the way, wait till you hear the news. Remus and I-"

"All right. We'll have time for a cozy catch-up later. We've got to get the hell out of here, and soon," Mad-Eye interrupted, even knocking into Lupin as he walked through until he was at the head of the room. "Potter, you're underage, which means you've still got the Trace on you,"

"What's the Trace?" Harry asked as I stepped up beside him.

"If you sneeze, the Ministry will know who wipes your nose," Mad-Eye grumbled, exaggerating it majorly. "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,"

"The real one?" Harry repeated.

Mad-Eye smiled and pulled out a familiar flash from his leather jacket, holding it up and shaking it a bit so we could all hear the swishing. "I believe you're familiar with this particular brew,"

"No. Absolutely not,"

"I told you he'd take it well," I smiled, crossing my arms over my chest.

"No," Harry continued, ignoring me. "If you think I'm gonna let everyone risk their lives for me, I-"

"Never done that before, have we?" Ron muttered sarcastically.

"No. No. this is different," Harry exclaimed. "I mean, taking that, becoming me. No,"

"Well, none of us really fancy it, mate," "Imagine if something went wrong, and we ended up a scrawny, specky git forever," the twins gasped, looking at each other wide eyed as if it was the worst thought ever, making everyone in the room chuckle at them.

"Everyone here is of age, Potter. They've all agreed to take the risk," Mad-Eye told him, bringing our attention back to the matter at hand. "All right, Granger, as discussed," Hermione walked past Harry, taking a chunk of Harry's hair with her, making Harry gasp as she did it.

"Blimey, Hermione," Harry hissed.

"Straight in here, if you please," Mad-Eye said, holding the flask out so Hermione could drop the hairs in. Immediately, the muddy potion began to bubble and spark before it settled into a gold color, looking similar to Butterbeer.

"You look much tastier than Crabbe and Goyle, Harry," Hermione commented, before she caught all of us staring at her, her uneasy eyes sliding over to a surprised Ron before she continued to explain herself. "Oh, you know what I mean, Goyle's potion looked like bogies,"

"It's because Harry is much more kind at heart and hasn't sullied his soul verses Crabbe and Goyle," I explained. "You taste like how you act and are when it comes to Polyjuice Potion,"

"Right then, now that we've had our potions lesson for the day, fake Potters like up front, please," Mad-Eye ordered, stepping forward with the flask in hand.

Hermione, Ron, Fred, George, and Fleur all stepped up in front of Mad-Eye, ready to take the potion.

"We're one short," Lupin said looking at the line.

"I'm right here," I said raising a hand, not looking at Harry. "I think we're all aware that I don't need to take it,"

"Right," Mad-Eye nodded before stepping up to Fred, the first in the line, handing him the flask. "For those of you who haven't taken Polyjuice Potion before, fair warning: It tastes like goblin piss,"

"Have a lot of experiences with that, do you, Mad-Eye?" Fred asked, but only got a glare in return. He just shrugged. "Just trying to diffuse the tension,"

In turn, all the soon to be Harrys drank from the flask, which was sort of a gruesome experience to watch as everyone shifted slowly, and in their own way. But finally, after a minute, five Harry's stood in a like in front of Harry and I.

"Wow! We're identical," the twins said in unison smiling at each other before Fred smirked.

"I dunno though. I think I'm still better looking," Fred said, looking over a mirror that had been left hanging on the wall.

"Come one, everyone. Time to change," Mad-Eye grumbled, spilling a bag of clothes on the ground.

I felt Harry grab my arm and pull me off to the side, looking into my eyes angrily. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded.

"Saving your life," I said simply, crossing my arms over my chest.

"You can't do this," Harry insisted.

I laughed. "Says the sixteen-year-old," I bit out. "If your that worried about me then maybe you should think this through a little bit more. Any Death Eaters we encounter tonight will be out to capture a Harry, and kill anyone else. I'm much safer as you than I am as Rebecca Black," I told him.

He didn't seem convinced.

"I'll be fine," I told him, putting a hand on his shoulder, sliding it up until it sat on the side of his neck. "It's you, you should be worrying about, boy wonder, not me," I smiled.

"All right, enough. You're making me sick," Mad-Eye snapped, stepping between us. "You both need to change. Now,"

I rolled my eyes at him, morphing into Harry as I did, grabbing a shirt off the ground as I pulled mine off, unhooking my bra with a snap before shrugging the red long sleeved shirt. I was suddenly glad I had worn the Harry jeans here, after all, they were quite comfortable. I then pulled on a jacket, pulling a pair of round glasses out of the pocket and putting them on, using Harry's eyes since wearing the glasses called for it.

"All right, the pairs will be as follows," Mad-Eye continued as all us Harrys lined up, each one of us looking identical except for the postures. "Black, you'll be going with me," I nodded. "Arthur and Fred-" Mad-Eye continued, pointing to one of the twin versions of Harry.

"But I'm George. So which one do you want?"

"Sorry, George-"

"I'm just yanking your wand, I'm really Fred-"

"Enough messing around!" Mad-Eye barked. "Arthur and Fred together, and George will go with Remus. Miss Delacour-"

"I'm taking Fleur on a Thestral," Bill interrupted, stepping up behind the Harry to my right. "She's not that fond of brooms,"

Well neither was I!

"Fine," Mad-Eye nodded. "Miss Granger with Kingsley, again by Thestral,"

"Which leaves you with me, Ron!" Tonks smiled brightly, hopping down from her seat on the window seat, only to stumble, grabbing Remus' arm to keep her from falling on her face.

One of the Harrys didn't look very happy at all.

"An' you're with me, Harry," Hagrid smiled down at the Harrys until one stepped forward, the one on my other side. "I brought you here sixteen years ago, when you were no bigger than a Bowtruckle. Seems only right that I should be the one to take you away now,"

"Yes, it's all very touching," Mad-Eye grumbled. "Let's go!"

Immediately, we all moved out of the house and out into the street. I grabbed my broom and got on quickly, and sat in line with the rest. I'd wait for Mad-Eye of course, but I wanted to be ready.

"Head for the Burrows. We'll rendezvous there," Mad-Eye shouted at us. "On the count of three!" Hagrid's bike started up. "One… two…" I turned back and smiled at Harry, though he didn't smile back. "Three!" Everyone voomed past me, but before I knew it, Mad-Eye was getting on his broom. "Come on!"

I sped off with him, heading up and into the sky where the others had disappeared to, flying beside Mad-Eye. As soon as we broke through the clouds, we were ambushed by loads of Death Eaters. At least a dozen were after each Harry, and thus meant that two dozen were after the last Harry that appeared. Me.

"Which one?" "Where are you?" Death Eaters shouted.

I stayed as close to Mad-Eye as I could, shooting spell after spell at on coming Death Eaters, using Sectemsempra by accident a few times, though no one seemed to notice since it was nonverbal. I ducked and dived as spells bombarded me, trying hard to use Protego instead of just ducking, afraid that it my shoot passed me and hit someone else, mainly Mad-Eye.

I don't know how long we were out there, but I kept fighting, using as many Disarming and Stunning Charms like Harry would have done, just like Mad-Eye told me to. But it didn't have the best effect than I had hoped.

Voldemort appeared in the midst of the battle, flying at Mad-Eye and I. My blood froze as Death Eaters flew off after the others and Voldemort approached at great speed, flicking his wand at Mad-Eye sending a green spell at him. And there were only so many green spells. Before I could even yell to warn him, the spell hit Mad-Eye in the face, and he fell backwards and off his broom.

"No!" I yelled in Harry's voice as I watched Mad-Eye plummet to earth, dead.

I only just ducked as a Killing Curse whizzed past my head, flying higher into the sky before sending a Stunner down at Voldemort. He hissed and blocked it, sending it back up at me. I flicked my wand and absorbed the spell, and flew as fast as I could as Death Eaters began to chase me again, Voldemort flying away, apparently sold on the fact that I wasn't Harry.

"Look out!"