Post by Harry Potter on Aug 12, 2014 4:22:13 GMT
ooc; TIME FRAME :: Seventh Year.
Harry sat at his desk. The sun was almost completely out of the sky by now. His aunt, uncle, and cousin had left with Hestia and Dedulus about fifteen minutes ago. Harry normally wouldn't have been this anxious for the arrival of Moody, but he needed to know what was going on. Hestia had said that the plans had changed. Why? Harry scraped back his desk chair and stood up before beginning to pace. Where was Moody?
The popping sound of disalusionment charms being broken met his ears. Puzzled, he crossed the room in two strides to once more stare out the window. From all over the place, people were appearing in the yard. Not only Moody, but Mundungus, Bill, Fleur, Mr. Weasley, both twins, Hagrid, Lupin, Tonks, Kingsley and last but not least Ron and Hermione.
Harry took the stairs three at a time, nearly tripping over the last one, wrenched open the front door and hurtled himself into their midst with a general cry of greeting. He'd barely taken five steps before his vision was blinded by a mess of bushy brown hair and he was being hugged to death by a breathless Hermione. He grinned in return as Ron gave him a friendly clap on the back and led his two best friends back into the house behind Moody who was growling at them to get undercover. "I wasn't expecting this many of you" Harry admitted, feeling a warm glow inside of him at the sight of so many friends. Days before he had been miserable, but just the sight of so many familiar faces, especially those of Ron and Hermione, had lifted his mood a thousand octaves and he felt as though nothing could stop them.
"Change of plans" grunted Moody, dropping the two heavy sacks he'd been carrying on the middle of Aunt Petunia's spotless white marble kitchen floor. "Hestia mentioned something like that" Harry began tenatively as the rest of the group began to settle themselves down, spaced around Petunia's immaculate kitchen, leaning on appliances or countertops. Moody straightened up and fixed his good eye on Harry. “We had to abandon Plan A. Thickness has gone over the other side, which gives us a big problem. It’s now an imprisonable offence to connect this house to the Floo network, place a Portkey or Apparate in and out" Moddy explained grouchily.
He continued. “The official ministry excuse is that it's all in the name of your protection. Which is pointless since your mother’s charm is already doing that.” Moody let out a sigh of annoyance, “What he is really doing is preventing you from leaving the house safely.” He paused and passed a hand through his shaggy hair. Leaning against his stick, he held up a second finger. “Second problem. You are still under-age which means that you’ve still got the trace on you.” Harry opened his mouth, puzzled, and spoke for the first time in quite a few minutes. "The trace?" Moody frowned, not happy at being interrupted by the boy and continued impatiently, “The Trace Potter! A charm that detects magical activity around under-seventeens. If you or any one around you casts a spell to get you out of here, Thicknesse will know, and so will the Death Eaters.”
Harry's stomach sunk unpleasantly. Thickness had thought of seemingly everything to make sure Harry was good and trapped. Moody did not seem to share this opinion. He was still talking in a professional, business-like manner. “That is why we are going to use the only means of transport left to us, the ones that cannot be detected by the Trace.” He paused and showed Harry three fingers, "Broomsticks, Thestrals and Hagrid’s bike.” For every means he listed, Moody lowered a finger until his fist was completely closed. He pursed his lips and took a moment to take a swig from his flask. “Your mother’s charm will break under two conditions. First; you come of age. Second; you no longer consider this muggle place home. You and your relatives are parting ways, never to live together again, correct?" Harry nodded. "In which case, there is no coming back to this house, thus the charm will break as soon as you get outside its range. We are choosing to break it early because it’s madness to wait for You-Know-Who to come get you the moment you come of age.”
Harry agreed with that wholeheartedly.
Harry sat at his desk. The sun was almost completely out of the sky by now. His aunt, uncle, and cousin had left with Hestia and Dedulus about fifteen minutes ago. Harry normally wouldn't have been this anxious for the arrival of Moody, but he needed to know what was going on. Hestia had said that the plans had changed. Why? Harry scraped back his desk chair and stood up before beginning to pace. Where was Moody?
The popping sound of disalusionment charms being broken met his ears. Puzzled, he crossed the room in two strides to once more stare out the window. From all over the place, people were appearing in the yard. Not only Moody, but Mundungus, Bill, Fleur, Mr. Weasley, both twins, Hagrid, Lupin, Tonks, Kingsley and last but not least Ron and Hermione.
Harry took the stairs three at a time, nearly tripping over the last one, wrenched open the front door and hurtled himself into their midst with a general cry of greeting. He'd barely taken five steps before his vision was blinded by a mess of bushy brown hair and he was being hugged to death by a breathless Hermione. He grinned in return as Ron gave him a friendly clap on the back and led his two best friends back into the house behind Moody who was growling at them to get undercover. "I wasn't expecting this many of you" Harry admitted, feeling a warm glow inside of him at the sight of so many friends. Days before he had been miserable, but just the sight of so many familiar faces, especially those of Ron and Hermione, had lifted his mood a thousand octaves and he felt as though nothing could stop them.
"Change of plans" grunted Moody, dropping the two heavy sacks he'd been carrying on the middle of Aunt Petunia's spotless white marble kitchen floor. "Hestia mentioned something like that" Harry began tenatively as the rest of the group began to settle themselves down, spaced around Petunia's immaculate kitchen, leaning on appliances or countertops. Moody straightened up and fixed his good eye on Harry. “We had to abandon Plan A. Thickness has gone over the other side, which gives us a big problem. It’s now an imprisonable offence to connect this house to the Floo network, place a Portkey or Apparate in and out" Moddy explained grouchily.
He continued. “The official ministry excuse is that it's all in the name of your protection. Which is pointless since your mother’s charm is already doing that.” Moody let out a sigh of annoyance, “What he is really doing is preventing you from leaving the house safely.” He paused and passed a hand through his shaggy hair. Leaning against his stick, he held up a second finger. “Second problem. You are still under-age which means that you’ve still got the trace on you.” Harry opened his mouth, puzzled, and spoke for the first time in quite a few minutes. "The trace?" Moody frowned, not happy at being interrupted by the boy and continued impatiently, “The Trace Potter! A charm that detects magical activity around under-seventeens. If you or any one around you casts a spell to get you out of here, Thicknesse will know, and so will the Death Eaters.”
Harry's stomach sunk unpleasantly. Thickness had thought of seemingly everything to make sure Harry was good and trapped. Moody did not seem to share this opinion. He was still talking in a professional, business-like manner. “That is why we are going to use the only means of transport left to us, the ones that cannot be detected by the Trace.” He paused and showed Harry three fingers, "Broomsticks, Thestrals and Hagrid’s bike.” For every means he listed, Moody lowered a finger until his fist was completely closed. He pursed his lips and took a moment to take a swig from his flask. “Your mother’s charm will break under two conditions. First; you come of age. Second; you no longer consider this muggle place home. You and your relatives are parting ways, never to live together again, correct?" Harry nodded. "In which case, there is no coming back to this house, thus the charm will break as soon as you get outside its range. We are choosing to break it early because it’s madness to wait for You-Know-Who to come get you the moment you come of age.”
Harry agreed with that wholeheartedly.