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Remus nodded in reply. "Moody's sure that the Ministry has been infiltrated by
Death Eaters." When Sirius raised an incredulous brow at the declaration, Remus added,
"Kingsley agrees with him."
"That's good enough for me." Sirius ran a fidgety hand through his hair,
contemplating its length. "How long was I gone?" While it could not have been too long,
the way Remus and Tonks spoke suggested that a lot had happened in his absence.
"A little over a year," Remus answered.
"Shit," Sirius groused. "Haven't I lost enough years?"
"We'll be collecting Harry in a few days," Remus said, trying to distract his friend.
"The Order has put together a plan. It's his coming of age next week. We'll be removing
him from his aunt and uncle's house permanently."
Sirius's nose twitched in disgust. "Sodding pricks."
"We're being paired off when we go to Little Whinging. Half of us will be
Polyjuicing ourselves into Harry's likeness to distract potential ambushing Death Eaters."
"Good plan. Mia's idea? Girl's always loved her Polyjuice."
"Hermione," Remus clarified again. "No. It was Mundungus's actually."
Sirius raised a sceptical brow and scoffed incredulously. "I highly doubt that,
Moony."
"So," Remus carried on, ignoring Sirius's disbelief, "we'll pair off, fly out to separate
safe houses, and Portkey back to the Burrow. It's headquarters now."
"What about Grimmauld Place? My mum's screaming finally drive you lot out?"
Remus turned his attention briefly away from Sirius's stare. "We think it may have
been compromised."
"Impossible. Dumbledore is the Secret-Keeper. It can't be compromised, and I
know because I made him the Secret-Keeper myself. I know better now than to be
switching Keepers about. Fool me once―"
"Sirius, he's dead."
Sirius gaped in shock at Remus, feeling the blood rush out of his face. He opened
his mouth to say something, likely on the profane side, but no words came to him.
"I'm sorry," Remus continued, "there's no easy way to say it."