Living my Enemy's Life
Chapter One
Written by: Chibi Sephy
On: July third and fourth, 2004
Summary: Everyone in Hogwarts knows of Ron Weasley's rivalry with Draco
Malfoy. But what if they had to live each other's lives after a deal
between Lucius and Voldemort?
Author's Notes: Hello, my lovely readers! First, I would like to mention that this is probably going to be a novel length fanfiction, and will- hopefully-be completed. As long as I have the time, and the inspiration, I probably will finish it.
As you can probably tell from the summary, this fic is going to be about a switch between Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley. I know it has been done a few times before, and by far better writers than me, but I decided to take a shot at it. I love all those 'You are your own worst enemy' changing fics. I've written one before, though it wasn't for Harry Potter.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, it depends on how you look at it; this will probably be my only author's note. However, for those of you who review, I shall do my best to review your fics in my gratitude.
Well, enough of my mindless chatter. On with the fic!
"Lucius," said a cold, emotionless voice. "One of my most loyal servants... How would you like to help your master fulfill his plan to destroy Harry Potter, single-handedly, and receive all the credit and reward?"
"I-I would l-love to serve you in any way possible, my lord," replied the adult opposite of the other, his face hidden behind a gigantic mask, in a half-bow of respect to the one he served. "Especially since you helped me escape Azkaban, although I disappointed you before."
A small smirk came across the first person's skeletal face, his red eyes gleaming brightly as he stared down at his servant, Lucius Malfoy.
"I would not have bothered, if I had not a use for you, Lucius," The red- eyed one stated simply, amusement evident in his low voice. "For Lord Voldemort usually does not free those whom let themselves known to the other side."
"I sincerely apologize for that, my lo-"Lucius responded quickly, the tone in his voice rising a notch in slight panic. However, Voldemort soon cut him off, with one simple word.
"Silence," He ordered, without bothering to move an inch. Lucius automatically obeyed, and not a word more came from him. "And rise from that pathetic bow. For I know that your 'aristocratic' blood does not like to bend down to others for long, whether they serve them or not."
Lucius hesitantly rose to an absolute standing position, and even though he knew what Voldemort had said was true, he feared that his lord would not like it. Fortunately, it was not mentioned again, and another subject was begun.
"The mission I mentioned before," Voldemort started, "Actually deals more with your son than you." He paused and waited for a moment, waiting to see if Lucius would protest. Nothing came, verbally or physically.
"It involves young Draco, and little Potter's best friend-the youngest Weasley son." He explained, immediately noting that Lucius's posture had changed, and that he was now becoming quite uneasy, and Voldemort instantly knew why—Wizarding families such as the Malfoys simply did not want their Pureblood children to fraternize with wizards and witches such as the Weasleys.
Voldemort could not help but smirk once more; being as he knew what Lucius thought his plan was-but his plan was far more different, and not to mention much more daring and risky.
"No, it does not involve your son becoming friends with the youngest Weasley son and then moving on to Potter himself, to gain trust for our side—Rather, I shall say that Draco will--ah--become the Weasley himself."
Lucius automatically flinched, finding the idea to be quite ridiculous. His lone heir, whom was practically the clone of himself at that age, act as a Weasley? It was absurd!
"But they would notice if my son was missing!" The usually calm Death Eater blurted out without a thought, but soon realized what he had done and quickly fell silent.
Voldemort chuckled, sounding more like a distant roll of thunder than actual laughing.
"Lucius, Lucius," He reprimanded, "Do you really think I do not have a way to execute such a mission?"
Lucius began to stare down at the ground, feeling ashamed.
"I apologize once again, my lord," He muttered quietly. Normally, the witches and wizards that knew him would find this the most astounding. The tall, proud, exceedingly arrogant Lucius Malfoy speaking in such a way? But this was the way it is around people that the Malfoys served.
"Just do not distrust my judgment again..." Voldemort replied, his voice as smooth as ice. "Now, for the plan. Please don't interrupt me this time."
Lucius nodded once, to show that he would obey.
"Of course, if your son was missing, and with your escaping Azkaban, those light-headed fools are bound to realize something." Voldemort paused for a moment, and shook his head slightly, as if he found the thought unlikely. "So, we shall do a 'switch', between your son and the Weasley."
The other's breathing involuntarily sped up, though he remained soundless.
"For this to be able to work, we must use Polyjuice. However, this would be quite a hindrance, yes?
"So, I experimented, using two criminal Muggles that would not be missed—or noticed. I worked upon the Polyjuice Potion, to improve it. My aim was to make it so it lasted longer—in this case, for a long while. To extend the hour for which it is usually allotted.
"My extra solutions which I added to the potion worked--those two Muggles are still wandering about in the opposite's body. And it has been nearly three months."
Lucius let out a gasp of admiration, at which Voldemort genuinely smiled upon.
"Are you willing to use your son towards my worthy cause, my servant?" He questioned, although he already knew the answer.
"Of course, my lord."
"Very well. The potion will be administered to both of them on their first night back at Hogwarts, without either of their knowledge." Voldemort explained, without telling how this was actually possible.
"I hope Draco will serve you well, Master." Lucius stated stonily, which did not betray any sort of emotion that he may have felt.
"I believe he will. And if he does, he and you shall be showered with my gifts." Voldemort responded, knowing half of what he said could very well be a lie.
For there was no proof that Draco Malfoy would ever return to normal, after all.
End of Chapter One
