This is my second fanfic, so here goes!

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling wouldn't be writing fanfics, now, would she?

Harry left Umbridge's office in a bad mood. Now, thanks to Umbridge, he had a stupid sentence on the back of his hand! And, might I say, it hurt.

I must not tell lies.

Harry thought that Umbridge should be banned for this, but he certainly wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of him going to Dumbledore.

"Hey, Harry! Can I have your autograph?" Colin Creevy asked behind Harry.

Crap! I thought I ditched him!

"Hey, Colin. Um, actually, I'm busy, I have to go now."

I must not tell lies. Ahh! I think the toad's put a curse on me! I must tell the truth!

"Sure, Colin. I'm not going anywhere."

Colin! Colin, save me! Ask me a question! Any question, so I can see if I must tell the truth!

"Hey, Harry, I have another question."

Yes! Thank you, Colin!

"What kind of boxers do you wear?"

What?

"Four leaf clovers."

Did I just say that?

"Thanks, Harry!"

"Sure, Creepy. I mean Creevy."

Ahh! What's going on with me today?

Harry quickly ascended the multiple stairs it took to get to the Gryffindor common room. Ron and Hermione were sitting on the couch in front of the fire.

"What did the old git make you do?" asked Ron, looking up.

Lines.

"She made me write "I must not tell lies" in my own blood." Harry answered automatically. "And I think she's also cursed me! It's like I can't lie anymore! I have to tell the absolute truth!"

"Cool." Said Ron. "What kind of boxers do you wear?"

Gahhhhhh!

"Four- leaf- clovers." Harry struggled silently with himself.

"Cool! Wait, I thought you had pink hearts?" said Ron.

"You have to tell Dumbledore! He can put a stop to this!" Hermione said, glaring at Ron.

"WTF!? I'm DEFINITLY not going to see Dumbledork!"

"Dumbledork!?" Hermione and Ron exclaimed in unison.

"I mean Dumblodore! No, Dumbbells! ARRRRRRRGH!"

"What did you do with Harry?" whispered Ron.

"You're right! Someone's impersonating him! Oh, no!" Hermione cried. She pointed her wand at Harry and said, "Silencio!", and dug in his pocket for his wand while Ron pinned his arms to his sides.

Noooo! I MUST let them know I am the REAL Harry Potter.

Just then, Harry Potter walked through the portrait hole.

Harry (the first one) stopped struggling and froze, as did the other Harry. They stared at each other. And stared. And stared. And stared. Until Ron broke the silence by saying, "Well, this is awkward." Hermione flung herself at the second Harry, still clutching the first Harrys wand, and cried, "Harry! You have to help us! You're being impersonated by this scum!" she motioned at the first Harry, who was still being held hostage.

The first Harry said, "Dumbledork told me to come in here. I ran into him after coming back from Umbridumbs office." Ron and Hermione clutched each other for dear life, and ran up to the dormitories.

"What's up, mate?" asked the second Harry. The first Harry pointed at his mouth.

"Oh, they silenced you?"

The first Harry nodded. The second Harry muttered the counter-curse. Harry (the first one) breathed a sigh of relief.

"So, who's going to defeat Voldemort now?" asked Harry number 1.

"Why don't we both?" said Harry number 2.

"Sure!" they said in unison.

From his bed in his dormitory, Draco Malfoy watched the whole scene on a television. What the school didn't know was that there were hidden cameras all over the castle. On his beside table was an empty bottle labeled Veritiserum, and next to it was a vial labeled Harry Potter DNA. A huge box that looked like a sauna, was taking up most of the dormitory. It was labeled Cloning Machine.

So that's it! Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease review!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know that wasn't that good, but I'm about to leave. Next time will be better.