The summer was long and the wait for the Order mission was the longest of all. They had been discussing the plan ever since they sent Harry back to live at Privet Drive and had been adding to it, taking things from it, and changing it altogether. It was the most dangerous one yet. They would be risking not only Harry's life, but the Order's as well. But there was no way to get home back to The Burrow safely without taking these risks.

It had initially been Mad-Eye's idea. With his past experiences in Polyjuice Potion, he thought it would be a brilliant idea for the Order to become Harry for a night. This way, Death Eaters that were waiting for him to leave his protected house on Privet Drive would be thrown off by the sheer amount of Harrys' that would exit. Constant surveillance has been established around the house from both the Order and from You Know Who. The Dark Lord wanted to snatch the boy up as soon as he stepped out and the fact that he still couldn't do magic until his seventeenth birthday, which was in a few days, made the time perfect to end the feud the two had since Harry's birth.

A letter had been slipped through the door of Privet Drive to warn Harry that the Order were coming and that the Dursleys had been told that they had won a summer getaway. This of course wasn't true, but the Muggle family had to be out of the house when the Order left disguised as several Harry Potters'. It was also for their safety. It would only be a matter of time before Death Eaters decide to try and lure Harry out of the house by taking one of his last few family members as hostages or to make an example out of.

Much to George's dismay, Blair had been allowed to come along and participate in the mission like any other Order of the Phoenix member. He had been able to conceal her at The Burrow for the entire summer, but had fallen through when the mission was said to need the entire Order. In his eyes, Blair was just as vulnerable and important as Harry. If You Know Who were to get a hold of Blair's healing potions and her exquisite potioneering skills, they would surely have an advantage in the recently commenced Second Wizarding war. But he was unfortunately overruled for the decision by Blair herself and the rest of the Order. They needed everyone they could for this mission.

Blair stood out on the lawn of 4 Privet Drive in the warm summer night and watched Harry open the door to reveal the awful wallpaper and furniture that could be seen in the hallway. She stood with Fred and George who had worn their matching suits and brown trench coats; their hair gelled upwards in a neat spiky style. The two had chosen today to put some effort into their hair to distract themselves from the dangerous events that were yet to come. They wouldn't want to admit they were scared, but their attention to their appearance clearly showed it.

The Order poured into the house and cringed at the pink striped wallpaper that was in every room. Tonks classically tripped over the bin that sat next to the kitchen counter and was steadied by Remus, who gave her an amused smile. Kingsley and Arthur stayed in the hallway to keep watch on the front door and the staircase that led up to the second floor. Bill, Fleur and Charlie stood with Ron and Hermione who gave their best friend some encouraging smiles. In the corner of the living room, stood the twins and Blair who waited for the mission to begin and for them to all risk their lives for a specky git ; that stood near clueless next to Mad-Eye. Mundungus Fletcher and other Order members looked through the large window that overlooked the front lawn that was immaculately mowed.

"No," the boy immediately said after Mad-Eye brought out his infamous flask and swirled around the potion. "Absolutely not!"

"Told you he'd take it well," Hermione mentioned, hinting back to her previous statements in Order meetings. It was true that she'd said countless times that the mission was barmy enough, but there was no chance Harry would let them do it. Not for his sake.

"I'm not letting everyone risk their life for me," Harry shook his head.

"It wouldn't be the first time, mate," Ron added.

"No, this is different!" he jabbed his wand at the potion in Mad-Eye's scarred and mangled hand.

"None of us really fancy, mate," Fred spoke up from the back, doing well to hide his anxiety.

"Yeah. Imagine if something went wrong and we were all stuck looking like a short, specky git forever!" George joked.

"We've all agreed, Potter," Mad-Eye announced. "We all know what we're riskin'."

After Hermione pulled a lump of hair out of Harry's head, the potion was handed around to those who were going to be acting as decoys. The living room was soon filled with eight Harrys' with only one dressed in his grey shirt, navy blue jacket and jeans. All the others were dressed in Fred and George's large suits, Blair's black attire, Hermione's pink jumper, Fleur's pale blue cardigan, Ron's stripped top and Mundungus's scruffy trench coat. A bag of clothes had been brought that belonged to the real Harry and was distributed throughout the many Harrys.

It felt odd for Blair to have the body of a teenage boy with extremely bad eyesight. She was thankful for the pairs of glasses that had been duplicated from the original on Harry's face and smoothed out the shirt that was worn by the other seven boys in the room. It had been odd to undress from her own clothes and soon come to her black, plain bra that she wouldn't need for the next hour. George (looking like another Harry) had accidentally glanced at her at the moment her shirt was removed and cringed away. He'd never be able to get the image of Harry wearing Blair's bra out of his head.

"Harry? The real one, where the devil are you?" Mad-Eye snapped and the real one stepped forward.

"Here."

"You'll be riding with Hagrid on Sirius's old motorbike," he gestured to the half-giant that was getting emotional about being the one to take Harry away from the place he had first brought him to over sixteen years ago. "Get a move on, you lot!"

The Order piled out of the house and back on to the front lawn, stepping on the grass that Mr Dursley would have a stroke over. Everyone had brought their brooms along for the transporting of the decoy Harrys while the real one slipped into the little car that was attached to the side of Hagrid's motorbike. Blair would be transported by Charlie; a decision that had been half agreed to by George. There had been an argument on whether George should be the one to stay as he was and fly his broom with Blair on the back, but the idea had been put down mostly because of Charlie's extended experience with being on dangerous missions. He had been giving the tasks that Molly forbade the twins to take. Another reason had been because of the personal attachment George had with Blair. They didn't want to reveal to the Death Eaters that the Harry on back of George's broom wasn't the real one.

Charlie hopped on to the broom that had singed edges from past encounters with dragon's breath. He then waited for Harry (but actually Blair) to jump on behind him. You wouldn't have known it was Blair until you saw the straightening of his back and the swish of his head that usually had a long, black ponytail attached to it. From habit, she went to brush her hair out of her eyes but forgot that it wasn't even passed her ears. Placing her hands on Charlie's sides, she looked over her shoulder to where the other Harrys were lined up on the brooms of the Orders'. Fred had teamed up with Arthur and George was with Remus, looking uncomfortable in having to place their hands on adult men's sides (it being more uncomfortable for Fred as it was his father). George glanced around and met eyes with Blair, longing to see the dark eyes that weren't the same as Harry's light ones. This would be the last time they'd see each other until they reached The Burrow, and who knew what could happen in that long space of time.

He swallowed and tried to smile at her, but it fell away when Mad-Eye called out from the front,

"Alright! Everyone ready?!"

Everyone remained silent and watched as he raised his walking stick, smacking it against the street and initiating the start of the mission. Brooms zoomed up into the sky and soon turned into small dots when looking at from below. Muggles would only see what they thought were formatting birds before the clouds would swallow them completely and keep them from being further inspected.

Blair clung to Charlie as they headed for the clouds and resisted the urge to close her eyes from the tear-filling wind. Breaking through the grey cotton caused a rush of chill to run down her body and Blair shivered, looking over Charlie's broad shoulder to the brooms that she could faintly see in front of them. They would soon need to break formation and head for The Burrow in different directions. This would leave Blair and Charlie on their own.

"You okay, Harry?!" Charlie called over his shoulder, the wind taking most of the noise from Blair's ears. She resisted the urge to scoff at the name of her disguise and tried to reply in her loudest and manliest voice.

"Yes! I'm okay!"

The corner of Charlie's lips hiked up at the attempt and turned back to the front, only to pull his broom to a sharp right. A cloud of black smoke had been heading right for them and he had just turned back in time to avoid the barrelling Death Eater. The formation of the Order had broken quickly and they were now being chased by not one but three collections of black smoke. Charlie started to put some of his old Quidditch skills into play and pulled all sorts of difficult and complicated flight paths.

Blair tried not to look back at the Death Eaters that were aiming to knock her off of the broom and send her barrelling towards the ground beyond the clouds. She could see wands begin to protrude from the smokes and shoot curses towards her, only being narrowly avoided by the skilful flying of Charlie Weasley.

"I have to fight back!" Blair said into Charlie's ear, hoping that her voice wasn't too evident and audible over the intense wind. He said nothing and Blair took it as an understanding, making her reach down and pull her wand out from under the trousers that belonged to the real Harry.

Pointing her wand at the smokes, she cast all sorts of jinxes and charms to try and throw them off of her and Charlie's back. Ensuring to keep one hand clenching Charlie's thick coat, Blair stretched her torso around to duel over her shoulder. She was sure that they weren't aware of Harry's charm work and hopefully wouldn't be able to tell that she wasn't the real Harry. But she did her best and eventually fired a powerful freezing jinx, causing one of the smokes to turn a snowy white and head down through the clouds to a shattering end.

"I got one!" Blair cheered and turned around to Charlie. He wanted to congratulate her, but was hit with a flash of orange that came from their right.

"Charlie!" she screamed, forgetting to change her voice. The Weasley sagged over the front of the broom; completely unconscious and leaving it to dive from its once strategic flight plan.

Blair kept the girlish scream in her throat as they plummeted through the clouds and were met with a dark field. The lack of natural or artificial light made the land seem like an abyss and they were nosediving into it. The ground got closer and closer and Charlie continued to remain incompetent to steer the broom. Blair felt the rush of wind and gravity pulling them down to the earth; wanting to shatter their bones and leave a bloody mess that wouldn't even be identified as their remains.

"ARRESTO MOMENTUM!"