I Cannot Tell A Lie

~* Hey everyone, I have 10 reviews for this fic! I know it's not much, but I thought this one was doing badly! Well, thanks to sammy, DarknesswithinonesHeart, Lotti, Lord_Angelus & October Potter-Snape. I'm only being mean to Malfoy because 1. He's a jerk in the JK Series, and 2. Because most people play him in a nice, romantic role, where he gets the girl, and they live happily ever after. This isn't like that. *~

Chapter 4 ~ Harry The Death Eater

Hermione was officially disgusted by Malfoy's confessions. Him being a love child from Narcissa and Voldemort was sickening enough, let alone him being completely in love with her! Plus the fact that he was scared of Harry Potter. Hermione snorted at that, causing Ron and Harry to glance over at her from their "safe distance" from her in the common room.

'What's wrong Hermione?' Harry called over from the other side of the Gryffindor common room. Hermione sighed.

'Why don't you two come over and sit closer?' Hermione questioned. Harry and Ron hesitated, before quickly walking over to where Hermione was sitting. They both sat gingerly on either side of Hermione, hoping silently that if she were to lash out, that she would attack the other friend.

'What's on your mind Hermione?' Ron asked casualy, or as casual as he could with an angry girl sitting next to him.

'Oh, I was just thinking about Malfoy, and him being afraid of you Harry.' Hermione got her famous glint in her eye again. 'Anyway, I was just wondering, how would you like to scare the shit out of Malfoy for good?' She looked over at Harry, who was dreading what she was thinking of him doing.

'What do you want me to do Hermione?' Harry dared to ask. He saw the glint in Hermione's eye increase as Harry said this. Ron looked plain scared.

'Well, Harry, I'm thinking, we dress you as a Death Eater, with the mask, and a fake mark, and everything, and you pretend that Voldemort isn't happy with his little lovechild, and just say stuff like that. Then Malfoy will believe you're Voldemort's right hand man, and he'll be terrified!' Hermione finnished triumphantly. Harry looked shocked.

'Hermione.' He started, gaping at the thought of pretending to be a Death Eater. 'I don't think that's such a good idea. . .' Harry trailed off. Instantly, he realised his mistake, by the look on Hermione's face. 'But, then again, why not?' He said feebly. Hermione seemed satisfied, and relaxed back into the chair.

'Let's get you started then shall we Harry?' Hermione waved her wand, to produce a dark, Death Eaters Cloak and mask. 'Put that on Harry.' Harry looked at her questionably.

'Now? But -'

'Just do it.' Hermione growled, in a dangerous tone. Harry quickly slipped into the outfit, and he felt like a jerk. Ron oggled at him.

'Harry, you really do look like a Death Eater, I reckon even Dumbledore wouldn't recognise you. . .' Ron said.

'Ok, now roll up your sleeve. Malfoy'll never believe you're a Death Eater without the mark on your arm.' Hermione said swiftly.

'Just a f-f-fake one, r-r-right Hermione? I-I-it's not as if y-y-you know how to do the r-r-real one anyway, d-d-do you?' Harry stuttered.

'Pull yourself together Harry, of corse a fake one!' Hermione waved her wand over Harry's arm and said a spell; 'Pelus Narma.' And an immitation mark of Lord Voldemort appeared on Harry's arm. His scar immediately began to burn like crazy.

'Ahhhhh. Hermione, having that, THING on my arm makes my scar hurt like nothing it's ever hurt before! You have to get it off!' Harry shrieked. Ron looked worried.

'Not until you scare Malfoy.' Hermione said stubbornly. Ron pulled his wand on Hermione.

'You've taken this too far Hermione.' He said bravely. Hermione scowled at him, but Ron was too quick for her. 'Petrificus Totalus.' Ron yelled, and the spell hit Hermione right between her eyes. She fell back onto the couch, and Ron grabbed Harry's arm. Harry, seeing that Ron was about to drag his ass out of there, threw the ugly mask off, and it evapourated into thin air.

Ron and Harry sprinted towards the gargoyle which would lead them to Dumbledore's office.

The boys exchanged looks, neither of them knew Dumbledore's password.

'Um, Sherbet Lemon?' The Gargoyle did nothing.

'Cockroach Cluster?' Still nothing.

'Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans?'

'Fizzing Whizzbee?'

'Licorish (Sp?) Wands?'

'Chocolate Frog?'

'Twix?' Ron stared at Harry. 'Muggle sweet.' Ron nodded.

'Pumpkin Pastie?' The gargoyle jumped to life, and revealed to them a staircase which led to Dumbledore's office. Ron was right behind Harry as they both sprinted up the stairs. Harry, however, stopped right outside the door, leading into Dumbledore's office, pausing to press his ear up against the door.

'Well Professor Dumbledore, this is most serious. A student among Hogwarts has submitted themselves to Lord You-Know-Who.' Harry heard Minerva McGonagall say. Dumbledore gasped.

'Which one Minerva?' He asked.

'I couldn't even guess Albus. This is most devistating news. This student must be expelled and sent to Azkaban.' Minerva said sadly. It was at that point, Harry decided to burst into the Office.

'Harry?' Dumbledore looked away from McGonagall, and gazed at Harry and Ron.

'Dumbledore! Professor! It was Hermione! She did it! I couldn't stop her!' Harry panted. Both teachers looked alarmed.

'Mr. Potter, what did Miss Granger do?' McGonagall asked, looking out at Harry through her specticals.

'This.' Harry rolled up his sleeve. Both Professors gasped deeply.

'Mister Potter! Do you realise what this means? You will have to be expelled, won't he Albus? He is no longer safe for our students to be around, and -'

'Didn't you hear him? He said Hermione did it!' Ron cut in.

'She's gotten out of control Professor.' Harry said sincerely to McGonagall. 'She dressed me like a Death Eater to try to fool Malfoy into thinking he was in some sort of trouble or something.'

'Why you Harry?' Dumbledore asked, there was no bright twinkle in his brilliant blue eyes.

'Because she put Malfoy under Veritaserum, and she asked him weird questions, and she found out he's scared of me, and in love with her. She's insane! You have to stop her!'

'Yeah, she's probably broken out of the total body bind I put on her already.' Ron said scared.

'Dumbledore, she said this mark is fake?' Harry asked slowly.

'Harry Potter, that is the real thing.' Dumbledore said slowly. 'If you wish to remain at this school, we will have to get a total confession from Miss Granger.'

'That can be arranged, um, I think.' Ron said.

'Veritaserum!' Harry exclaimed.

'Minerva, go to the dungeons, find Severus, and ask him for his Veritaserum, the spare one, as Miss Granger seemed to have stolen his other one.' McGonagall swooped down the stairs and out of sight.

Dumbledore touched Harry's mark. It gleamed red.

'This is most serious Harry. You realise, Voldemort will be coming after you know. Not only just to kill you, but to appoint you.'

'Professor, what about the Prophecy though?' Harry asked.

'I'm sorry Harry, I can't answer that for you.'

'But then, how was HERMIONE able to perform the curse to make this mark?' Harry asked, pointing to the red skull gleaming on his arm. He clutched his scar as it burned.

'That I cannot answer to you. The only person who can is Hermione.' Dumbledore said softly. 'Where is she?'

'Gryffindor Common Room.' Ron said.