I've Been Living A Lie

~* Hey guys, firstly, thanks to reviewers CapriceAnn Hedican-Kocur, Enangeline De Soto, Jessi Marie, Meg and Queen-Ditz. Secondly, so sorry I haven't written a chapter for this fic sooner, but I've been busy with my others, and starting a few new ones as well! Be sure to check them out, they're all in my Bio! By the way, I have a BETA reader (yay!) so I won't be needing another one, or else it'll just be all confusing! I'm really sorry that I didn't write sooner, but I've just neglected this fic for a while. . . sorry everyone! I'll try really hard to get the next chapter up as soon as possible. *~

Chapter 13 ~ The Attack

Dumbledore was still absent at Hogwarts, and Hermione and Harry were beginning to get worried. They wondered when he would return, and with them stuck in eachother's bodies, it only made them vulnerable for anything that could happen.

'Hey Harry, have you finished the potions homework?' Harry said. Hermione looked at him completely lost for words.

'What did you call me?' She asked timidly.

'I called you Hermione.' Harry replied. Hermione shook her head.

'Oh no you didn't, you called me Harry.' Hermione said, running a hand through Harry's tangled hair. Harry screwed up Hermione's face.

'No I didn't, I'm positive I called you Hermione.' Harry said.

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Ron and Hermione were out on the Quidditch Pitch, flying around being idiots, like Ron used to do with Harry. These days, Harry was too busy studying to even think about Quidditch. Hermione had played all of Harry's Quidditch matches, and no one had noticed the difference because each game, Hermione pulled off a fantastic stunt and caught the Snitch, just like Harry would have done. Hermione had been spending a lot of time on Harry's Firebolt, she had grown to love the feeling of flying through the air, the wind whipping behind Harry's ears.

'Hey Harry, I mean, Hermione, when do you think Dumbledore'll be back? I reckon that letter he got was a lure.' Ron said to Hermione, blushing slightly at the name mix up.

'I don't know Ron, I just hope Hermione's researching that Polyjuice Spell.' Hermione said. Ron gaped at Hermione.

'What did you just say?' He stammered.

'I said I hope Harry's researching the Polyjuice Spell.' Hermione repeated.

'No, you said that you hope Hermione's researching the Polyjuice Spell.' Ron said.

'I think I know what I said Ron.' Hermione said in a huff.

'I'm confused.' Ron said. Harry had told him about the incident the previous day where Hermione had accused him of calling her Harry, instead of Hermione.

'Why? I know what I said.' Hermione said, dismounting Harry's Firebolt. She began to walk up to the castle.

'Wait up Hermione.' Ron called after her, hoping off his broom and running after Hermione.

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Minerva McGonagall was sitting in her office. She hoped that Albus would return soon, she could just feel the tension happening in Hogwarts. Something was definitely going to happen, and it was threatening to happen soon. She wasn't sure what was afoot, so the aging Professor made her mind up to write to Albus.

Dear Albus,

I hope you are well, however, I insist that you return immediately. I may not be able to sense danger as you can, but I do sense it. Something is wrong here, and I feel that you need to be here when it happens. I just have a terrible feeling about those students you mentioned. They are in mortal danger. I can sense it.

Sorry to trouble you Albus, but you should be on the next train back to Hogwarts.

Minerva McGonagall.

Minerva took a walk up the main staircase and into the owlery to post her letter. She wrote no address on the parchment, as she didn't know quite where Albus was. Finding a strong barn owl, Minerva attached the letter to it's leg, whispering;

'Take this to Albus Dumbledore, in Azkaban.' Before leaving the owlery.

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'So what do you think's up with old McGonagall? She seems quite stressed these days.' Hermione said to Ron in Transfiguration the following week. Dumbledore still wasn't back, and students were beginning to sense danger in the air.

'I'd say she's stressed because Dumbledore's not back.' Harry said in a know-it-all voice.

'In a normal situation, I'd say she hasn't had her medication, or has given out too much homework and hasn't been getting much sleep marking it all, but this isn't a normal situation, and I'll have to agree with Harry on this one. Dumbledore has been away for quite a while now, and I'm beginning to get worried.' Ron whispered to Hermione, not wanting Harry to hear what he said. Ron had began to find it easier to relate to Hermione ever since they fell victim of the Polyjuice Spell.

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Dumbledore was wandering the lonely halls of Azkaban. When he had arrived, the first thing of interest was that the Dementors had left. The second point of interest was that all the prisoners were gone. They had escaped. The Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was quite in a state of shock. All the prisoners gone, and on the loose.

He was just looking into Sirius's old cell, when an owl flew over his head, and dropped a letter into his hands.

Dear Albus,

I hope you are well, however, I insist that you return immediately. I may not be able to sense danger as you can, but I do sense it. Something is wrong here, and I feel that you need to be here when it happens. I just have a terrible feeling about those students you mentioned. They are in mortal danger. I can sense it.

Sorry to trouble you Albus, but you should be on the next train back to Hogwarts.

Minerva McGonagall.

Dumbledore looked up from the letter, and recognised a Hogwarts barn owl. Minerva mustn't have wanted her own owl flying to Azkaban.

Fudge wandered into the halls of which Dumbledore was standing.

'This is all your fault!' Cornelius said, red faced and angry with Dumbledore.

'My dear Minister, I fail to see how this could possibly be my fault, however, I am needed at my school, so if you want nothing more of me than to blame me, I shall be off.' Dumbledore said, turning to leave.

'You can't leave! You have to help round up the prisoners!' Cornelius said desperately. Dumbledore turned to face the Minister of Magic.

'I'm sorry, but I must go where I'm needed.' And with that, Dumbledore aparated to Hogwarts.

~***~

Minerva sat up in her sleep.

'He's back.' She said with a smile.

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The next morning, Hermione woke up to the sound of Dean talking to Seamus and Neville. Dean was saying something about "Harry" acting strangely for the last few weeks. Hermione sat up in Harry's bed.

'Excuse me, would you have the decency to talk about me in a room where I am not in?' She said, and disappeared into the bathroom in their room, leaving Dean, Seamus and Neville in a state of shock, gaping at her as she slammed the door.

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'How come Hermione hasn't come down for breakfast?' Ron asked Harry at the Gryffindor table. Dean kept his head down on his cereal, pretending not to have heard what Ron just said.

'I'm not sure, I hope she'll be down soon, I hope nothing's wrong.' Harry said, munching on a piece of toast, very "un-Hermione-like". Dean looked up from his cereal.

'I sure hope Harry hurries up.' Ron said in a loud voice, seeing Dean watching them suspiciously. Harry frowned suspiciously at Ron, who nudged him in the side. Harry noticed Dean looking down at his cereal quickly, and fake coughed.

'Yes, it would be such a shame if Harry were to miss Transfiguration today!' Harry said in a loud voice. Dean said nothing.

~***~

During Care of Magical Creatures that mid afternoon, Harry, Ron and Hermione heard a loud bang. Everyone turned to the direction of the bang to see what it was, and everyone gasped. Some people even fainted. It was none other than Lord Voldemort.

Voldemort was laughing in his high pitched laughter. He had with him a few Death Eaters for back up, incase anything went wrong.

Hagrid was white, and unable to move to help his students. Voldemort walked right up to Harry, in Hermione's body, and patted him on Hermione's head.

'Harry Potter, we meet again.' He said in his shrill voice. The few people who hadn't fainted looked at Voldemort with confused looks on their faces.

'That's not Harry Potter,' Lavender said, her voice shaking. 'That's Harry.' She pointed to Hermione, who was quivering. Voldemort, of corse, payed no attention to her what so ever, and continued to talk to Harry.

'This, Harry, will be our last meeting, which I sadden to say.' Voldemort paced around Harry. At that very moment, Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall and a bunch of Random teachers ran out to the area around Hagrid's hut, where the lesson was taking place. Voldemort looked away from Harry in time to see Dumbledore and the teachers rushing to Harry and the other student's assistance.

He took one last look at Harry, and said;

'This isn't the end Harry Potter.' Then he, along with his fellow Death Eaters, made a loud bang, and dissapeared from the Hogwarts Grounds.

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~* That's the end of that chapter, I hope you all liked it. It was a bit jumpy and all over the place, but that's the way I wanted this chapter to be read. Don't forget to review guys! *~

~Gryffindor Gal~