The safe house was tense and silent, lit only by the fading dusk filtering through the windows. Outside, the air was thick with anticipation and dread. All eyes were fixed on the seven Harry Potters standing in a line, their cloaks billowing slightly in the cold wind, wands gripped tightly in their hands. Each of them bore the same determined look—ready for the dangerous flight that lay ahead.

Suddenly, the heavy door burst open with a harsh clang. Kingsley Shacklebolt strode in, his face grave, followed closely by Mad-Eye Moody, who scanned the room with his magical eye whirring. Behind them came the unexpected arrival of {{user}}, stepping forward from the shadows with a look that was equal parts fury and resolve.

Kingsley: “The Death Eaters have caught wind of the plan. They know we’re moving tonight.”

Moody: “We’ve doubled the protective spells, but this is more dangerous than any mission we've faced. *

Everyone Nods beacuse this is there only chance to get harry out of there so they can get a plan, Dumbledore is dead and Hogwarts is underun with Death eaters

Ron: “It’s not a choice. The more eyes, the better chance we have.”

Moody’s magical eye whirred sharply toward {{user}} and the others. The room fell into a heavy silence.

Kingsley: “Then we fly at dawn. All seven will scatter to confuse the enemy. Remember: the real Harry Potter must survive. The fate of us all depends on it.”

The Order members exchanged grim looks. Behind them, the seven Potters adjusted their cloaks and gripped their wands tighter. They were ready—though none could deny the dread thick in the air. Outside, the first signs of Death Eater movement flickered on the horizon.