AN: Wow, another chapter! Sad news though is that this might be the last one for a while since I have my finals next week and a whole new set of classes the week after, so I will be very busy these upcoming weeks and wont have a lot of time for writing. The only reason I do right now is because my classes were cancelled because of a huge snow storm. But I'm sure that I will have classes starting again tomorrow.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

After dinner was over, the twins brought Hermione and Harry into their privately charmed room so they could read the letter without any disruptions or spying eyes. Fred added an extra privacy charm to protect them, and made it look like the room was vacant.

"Those are really helpful spells." Hermione said as she took her seat beside of Harry. "I hope he won't sound like the prat he usually is." She huffed, smirking when the twins playfully poked the letter like it would bite them.

"The day Lucius Malfoy is not a prat-"

"-is the day Albus Dumbledore is a good guy."

"Who would you side with then? If it were sadly Malfoy against Dumbledore." Hermione smirked.

"Lucius." The twins said in sync, but paused. "Or we'd form our own side and get rid of them both." Harry suddenly laughed at that, finding the idea to be funny.

"Do you ever wonder why he hates your family so much? It can't be about the blood purity thing, you are purebloods." Harry asked, intrigued at what the reasons were.

"We've always assumed it was because of how our parents aligned with Dumbledore-"

"-and because we don't have much money to our name."

Harry nodded in understanding and sighed. "Voldemort said that the blood status was purely a Malfoy thing actually, and that if he caused any trouble for us, well." Harry paused and smirked evilly. "He would personally deal with him."

"Voldemort sounds-"

"-quite wicked."

"And scary." The twins said together, flopping on their bed. "Now it's time for the letter, Harry!" The boy rolled his eyes but smiled and started to take the letter out of the golden envelope.

"Well, Ronald was right about the letter looking expensive." Hermione said, leaning back to get a look at the handwriting that seemed to be more fancy than the letter itself.

The letter read

Mr. Potter, it seems that it is my job to somehow bring you to the dark lord without causing a suspicion to the Weasley's, or to the order. We have come up with a plan that involves Adrian Pucey, a Slytherin who has graduated from Hogwarts.

He will be impersonating you during your seventh year at Hogwarts, thanks to the polyjuice potion that we will be giving him to take your appearance. The situation that most concerned us was that your friends may see that something is off with you, but Adrian had been watching you from the sidelines your entire school years.

Adrian is quite good at blocking his mind, so we will not need any of your memories to convince Dumbledore. As for the polyjuice potion, we need a lock of your hair for the potion to take effect. Severus does not know we have had multiple potion master's work for us, and were able to create a long lasting polyjuice potion that will only fade if the person desires to step out of the disguise.

My Lord has mentioned that you have close friends with you, who may not share their parents beliefs. If you wish to tell a select few of them, so ahead, Potter. It would be wise if someone you trust knew, so that this scheme could go by for the better.

All that is required of you right now is a lock of your hair, which we only need a small amount of.

The actual meeting shall take place just as soon as we Mr. Pucey looks like you. We know you are being monitored strictly by the order, but this shall end soon. I will let you know when it is safe to swap places with Mr. Pucey

Lucius Malfoy

"Huh, he didn't seem to bad in that letter." Hermione mumbled.

"I bet Voldemort was watching him write the letter, making sure he didn't sound like his usual self." Harry said, grinning as he sat the letter down. "Looks like I need to give them a piece of my hair." Fred and George grinned at each other and quietly sneaked up behind him.

"We know just the charm." The twins cackled, and Harry tensed.

"Really now, give it a try then. I dare you." He grinned back at the two, yelping when cold water hit his head. "What are you-"

"Everyone knows hair is-"

"-easier to cut when wet!" Fred said, transfiguring a pair of sheers to cut lock.

"And you need to fix up your hair, Harry." The twins said seriously, trying to fix his unruly hair.

"We can't have you-"

"-going to Voldemort like this." Fred chided, still trying to fix the hair. Hermione just watched on, laughing softly.

"If you two didn't own a joke shop, I think a barber shop would have done well too." The witch grinned, looking at Harry's amused, but slightly displeased face. "I think we should dress him up in some fine robes too, for when he meets Voldemort."

"Hermione, this is why-"

"-you're the brightest witch."

Harry paled at the plans and shook his head, wondering what had gotten into them, but he still found it to be funny.

"Guys, it's just Voldemort. Why does it matter-"

"Because he's a dark lord, who probably dresses like Lucius to impress people." Hermione said, smiling when George conjured her a wizarding magazine. "and if you're going to join him, you need to look the part."

"What have I gotten myself into." Harry moaned

Lucius was adding the finishing touches to a raid that the dark lord had ordered when a snowy white owl flew to him. Glancing at the owl unimpressed, he blinked and took the letter. '

"You must be Potter's owl." He opened the envelope to find the perfect amount of hair. "It seems he can actually read-" At the angry hoot, he chuckled and glanced to find there was a note added at the bottom.

So apparently my friends want me to buy some new robes for when I meet Voldemort. Since they say you dress to impress I would appreciate it if you gave me advice on where to get the clothes. I'm still not used to wizard traditions or clothes we wear outside of Hogwarts, so I would appreciate if the great Lucius Malfoy gave me some ideas.

The Potter brat, as you said my second year

For some reason, Lucius found himself laughing softly at the insult that was barely noticeable. "A brat indeed." He hummed, getting a quill and parchment.

Since I know you lack knowledge of this world, I suppose it is my duty to help a fellow wizard out. Your friends are right, Potter. This isn't Hogwarts over here, so they made the right call by suggesting you buy yourself some proper robes. Just go to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, they sell every type of robe and wizard clothing there.

Say that Lucius sent you, he'll know exactly what to pick out for you.

Lucius Malfoy

He gave the letter to Hedwig and rose an eyebrow at her own blank look, the one he had given her when the owl just arrived. "I've never had an owl look at me that way before." He hummed, eyes narrowing. "Make sure he doesn't write back. The last thing we need is for you to be intercepted-" He took a step back at her angry hoot.

"Pardon me, then. I won't judge your skills." At the satisfied hoot, she left leaving a surpised Lucius Malfoy.

"Did you get the hair, Lucius?" At the voice he turned and bowed.

"Yes, my lord." Voldemort seemed to notice the confused look.

"Is something the matter, Lucius?" He asked coolly, watching as the blonde shook his head.

"I never realized Potter had a such a stubborn owl."

"Yes, well I would go as far and say it is a perfect match." The dark lord smirked, motioning Lucius to follow him. "How long until the potion is ready?"

"Another week at the most."

"Good. You will go inform Adrian Pucey about this."

"Yes my lord." Lucius bowed.

"Merlin, you got that expensive looking letter again." Ron said when everyone was coming inside after a round of Quidditch. Harry took ahold of the letter before the younger ginger boy had a chance to make a grab at it.

"I'll take a look at it later. I have a feeling it someone trying to sponsor me." At the confused look from Ron, Harry was glad the other was so easy to lie too.

"It's a muggle term. Its when a company or person wants you to say you like them and get people to buy from them, and they give you gifts or money as a reward for helping them out." The jealousy was clear as day on Ron's face, but Harry paid it no mind as he shoved the letter into his pocket.

"Why would a muggle need a sponsor?" Arthur asked, to which Harry explained some sports or companies that used them.

It was harder to get away this time, especially when Ron kept following him around, asking how much money a sponsor would give out. Merlin, the second to youngest Weasley was annoying when it came to fame and wealth.

It wasn't his fault that he was famous. He had never asked to be, but he was.

Later that night, Fred and George cornered him.

"We're sorry about-"

"-how terrible our brother is acting."

"We'll prank him really good-"

"-for you tomorrow." Harry smiled at that and shook his head.

"Thank you, Gred and Forge." The twins grinned back at that and dragged Harry to a secluded room.

"Did you read the letter?" George asked, and when Harry nodded, both twins leaned closer.

"Well, what's it say?" They asked eagerly.

"Lucius said for me to go to Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions and tell them that he sent me, so that they know what to get me." The twins looked at each other and grinned.

"We'll go right now then. Wont we, Fred?"

"Oh yes, George. Right now." Fred said, but soon narrowed his eyes. "After we put a glamour on him."

It didn't take long to conceal his scar, so when Harry didn't look like Harry Potter, the twins grabbed him and apparated to Diagon alley.

"Merlin, that wasn't pleasant.." Harry groaned, leaning into the twins who were snickering at Harry's nausea.

"Come on, mate. It's time to get you some good robes!" The twins smirked, dragging him into the shop.

For the second time that day, Harry wondered what he got himself into as his two ginger friends tugged him inside the shop.

"We'll buy what ever you decide on." The twins said, causing Harry to shake his head.

"What? No, I don't want you to worry about-"

"Don't tell Mom-" Fred started with a snort, knowing Harry wouldn't tell anyway.

"But we've got a shit on of money." George said, laughing.

"Really?" Harry asked, eyes wide. "I knew your shop was doing good, but not that good." At the smirks, he rose an eyebrow. "Spill it." He teased.

"We don't really just sell jokes, we have uh...some rather darker stuff in our shop. It's not on the main floor though. People have to come up to us and ask for it, and we bring it to them."

"Besides, we buy Ginny's Hogwarts supplies. We would give Mom money but-" Fred made a face at the thought of her, "She keeps lying to us about the war. She has enough money for food and supplies."

George sighed and nodded. "There was never a problem with our money. They thought we were poor just because we didn't live like the Malfoys."

"That's the problem." Harry then said, sighing too. "They are the wealthiest family in Britain."

"Exactly." Fred and George shook their heads. "Anyway, it's time to get those robes for you." The twins pushed him towards a witch, who looked down at him, as if he looked familiar.

"Uhh." Harry swallowed. "Lucius Malfoy sent me." At the gleam in her eyes, she came from behind the counter.

"Lucius did? Well, come along my dear. I think I know just what to do with you and those eyes of yours." She smiled, and Harry glanced back to the twins, mouthing for help.

'Sorry, you're on your own.' The two grinned evilly at him, watching as their friend was dragged into the back. The twins shared one look as they glanced to the wizard and smirked.

"Death eater, or close with the Malfoys?" George asked, whispering into Fred's ear.

"Both, I think." Fred said, smirking.

"Are you thinking about what I'm thinking?" They said together, eyes shinning with mischief as he found a dress.

"Charm the robe to look like a dress when Ron puts it on?" Fred asked, to which George grinned.

"Totally." He said, taking a look around to find the right one for their annoying brother.

This was going to be a long day, Harry realized as he was led away by the two adults who kept giving him funny looks.

A very long day

On the bright side though, the meeting between Harry and Voldemort is getting closer and closer. Which means Adrian will be a great spy in the castle