"Avada Kedavra."

The flash of green light illuminated every corner of the room. Charity fell, with a resounding crash, onto the table below, which trembled and creaked. Several of the Death Eaters leapt back in their chairs. Draco fell out of his onto the floor.

"Dinner, Nagini,"said Voldemort softly, and the great snake swayed and slithered from his shoulders onto the polished wood.

"Leave."

The Death Eaters immediately stood and walked out of the room at their master's order. Draco picked himself up off the floor and hurriedly followed after them.

"Stay, Draco. I need to have a word with you."

Draco froze, as did his parents.

"My lord?"

"Here, Draco. Now." Voldemort said this quietly but the Malfoys could feel the power behind the words.

"But, My lord..." Mumbled Lucius. "What has Draco done?"

"Are you disobeying my orders, Lucius?" Voldemort hissed. "I believe I told you to leave."

"Of course, My lord. So sorry..." Narcissa gave Draco's shoulder a quick squeeze, then her and Lucius left, throwing worried looks over their shoulders.

When they were gone, Voldemort waved Lucius's wand and all the doors snapped shut.

"Sit." Said Voldemort.

Draco sat, trying to avoid looking at Nagini, who was happily ripping her dinner apart.

"I have another job for you, Draco."

Draco finally turned his head towards Voldemort, shaking slightly. "Another job, My lord?"

"Yes. Seeing how you failed the last one, I thought I would give you another chance." Voldemort put on an evil smile that made Draco even more scared.

"What must I d-do, My lord?" Draco was worried. The last task the Dark Lord had given him was to kill somebody. He didn't think he could do that, seeing as what happened last time.

"Ahhh, Draco. I can tell you are worried. But this task doesn't involve killing anybody. At least not directly. No, no,no, Draco. For this task you'll have to be a really good actor." Voldemort was stroking Nagini, who had finished her meal and was looking slightly larger than before.

Draco was now utterly confused. Acting? Had the Dark Lord, maybe, gone a little off the deep end?

"Acting, My lord?"

"Yes, Draco. Acting. I have gone over the plan in my head many times. They will notice Potter is gone when I take him. They will come looking and save him. I don't need that, Draco. They need to believe they have Harry with them, at least until it's already too late." Voldemort smiled at the thought.

Draco didn't like the sound of the plan so far. If the Dark Lord was saying what Draco thought he was saying...there was no way he could do that.

"You are going to make them think they have Potter, till I tell you to come back. You are going to take Polyjuice potion and turn into Potter...till the real one is dealt with..."

"But, My lord!" Draco knew he was speaking out of turn but couldn't help it. This was insane! "Me turn into Potter! Why me?"

"Why you?" Voldemort hissed, standing up and placing his hands on the table. Draco instantly shrunk back in his seat, knowing the Dark Lord didn't like to be questioned. "Who else has gone to school with Potter? You know how he acts, what he does. Any of my other Death Eaters would slip up and blow the whole plan. And you are also my only Death Eater who knows how to act like a teenager."

Draco wanted to argue more, but knew it was pointless. There was no changing the Dark Lord's mind.

"When do you want me to take it, My lord? Now?"

"No, not now. I will tell you when the time is right...now leave, and say not a word to your parents or you will be sorry."

Draco slowly stood up. Shaking all over, he headed over to the door, tapped the door with his wand and left, his thoughts filled with what he would have to do in the task ahead.