I bored some people? God; sorry!

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Sorry I couldn't update. I had this 24 hour run. I feel so...so... ugh; I don't even know how I feel!!!!

Still getting trashed about my use of the word faggot. I am sorry. Really. And v sorry that I spelt it wrong.

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Something serious was definitely up. Lucius was striding and Harry – still appearing as Draco – tried in vain to keep up with him as well as capturing the same elegance the Malfoys seemed to dominate.

But Lucius always strode. Maybe Harry was just worrying about nothing. Maybe. Harry would copy this stance? Harry tilted his chin and tried to take long strides.

He needed to act like a Malfoy. God, he had to think like a Malfoy. Harry's mind repelled at the thought, his face distorting into a wincing expression. He had to have that air of authority.

He was domineering. He was God's gift to women; wait – trying again - He was god's gift to man kind; wait... no; he was God. Harry smirked – yes, he was finally getting used to it! – the thoughts were so... Malfoy. He tried to believe, but his smirk turned into a smile and he chuckled, imagining Draco say something like it. His head sloped down as he tried to suppress his inane giggling; his strides dying out as he tried to distance himself further from the Senior Malfoy.

Gaining control of himself; Harry set out on his 'Malfoy walk' all over again.

I am...

He almost tripped over.

Too embarrassed by this, Harry did not look back to see what it was, think it was just some dent the Malfoys missed when spring cleaning.

Harry was deep in thought, pondering what Draco would do. This seemed the highlight of his day. What a sad life he was leading, Harry couldn't help but think. He almost missed something Draco's father was saying,

"...Draco; listen. He'll be here shortly; it's your special day. Just don't screw it up." Lucius warned Harry.

What was this? God; you'd think Draco would be having his bloody wedding or something.

Harry slowed his pace; who was going to be here shortly? Lucius Malfoy did not seem to be the type of person to be uptight about some random person dropping by. Must be someone important. Someone very important.

Harry gulped as he remembered the conversation during Lucius' 'meeting'

"Our Lord has given me word; He will be arriving shortly to the Manor. A special visit."

Harry's hands began shaking; piecing the puzzle together and fearing the arriving visitor. He loathed that he was scared of Voldemort. He despised the fact that he hated Voldemort. He was supposed to be perfect; everyone's hero. Harry knew deep down inside he wasn't. He just wasn't good enough.

He slowed his pace even further, Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!!!!

Harry was lost; Lucius hadn't even turned once since he led Harry out of Draco's room, never checking if Harry would follow. It was expected his son would follow; if it had been Draco, he would have.

Harry needed to-

"Oi; Scarface!" he heard a familiar droning voice muffled out of nowhere. "We need to get out of here!" it imposed,

"I know," Harry grimaced and replied; "Voldemort's going to be here," Harry looked down.

"Let's –" Draco's voice began, only to be silenced by Lucius staring murderously at Harry.

"What are you doing, boy? Hurry up!" Lucius sputtered, his forehead creasing as he frowned,

"Y-Yes," Harry almost leapt to follow his command, unsure just why he didn't want to displease the man.

He was ushered to a large balcony, at least three floors high and was greeted by the sight of six hooded men. The wind made him shiver.

"It's time," a cloaked man whispered eerily,

"You'll be one of us," another slimy man added, his cloak not hiding much.

Harry was getting nervous; his stomach was acting up. Harry; who was used to a fair bit of excitement and danger; placed his fingers between his temples; they were throbbing like mad. A wave of nausea swept over him and he had to fight for control for his own body. Or Draco's.

"Morsmordre," Harry heard a familiar voice drawl. The spell conjured an immense glowing skull in the sky, comprised of green sparks and a snake came out of the skull's mouth; the Dark Mark.

Harry recognised the mark from about two years ago at the Quidditch World Cup, where Barty Crouch Jr had used Harry's wand. Death Eaters send it up in the sky when they kill.

The owner of the voice rolled up his sleeves, revealing a similar mark on his arm. What Harry saw next was expected, but made his repel even further; the silvery blonde hair loosened by the night breeze could only mean one thing. Draco's father was a Death Eater.

Another wave of queasiness hit him and made him rock himself gently in order to calm his nerves. Harry couldn't think straight; why was he friends with a Death Eater's son? Maybe Draco was already a Death Eater. This sickened Harry even more.

"I need to pee." Harry declared to the ring of Death Eaters. He needed a reason to excuse himself. His father sneered disapprovingly before regaining his composure. The remaining Death Eaters just shook their heads and looked over to Lucius for guidance, unsure of how to react.

"Wait." Lucius said tightly. "Remember what we discussed before; wait for your... surprise," and he stalked off.

Harry hung his head low, mopping about and avoiding eye contact. He wondered if he could make a run for it now. But then they'd sure suspect something. Or would they? No; too risky; he didn't want Draco's family to disown him. Or maybe that wasn't such a bad idea.

"He's late," Lucius announced himself as he re-entered the balcony entrance, now dragging a struggling thing wit a sack on its head. "Oh well," he dismissed.

Harry looked at the thing. What was it? Some sort of monster that was to be his surprise? Some sort of fiend that he would have to kill or be killed by? Harry imagined the worst possible scenarios of what was hidden and drawing closer and closer to him.

Only for the brown sack to be removed and Harry was face to face with something he realised was far worse.

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Mwahahaha. I'm evil. But I'm sure you know what – or who? – it is!!

P.S. I know I shouldn't ask; but can any of you find it in your heart to read my other fic? I just started it um... 2 secs ago. It'd be real wicked if you could review in that as well. It's okay if you don't want to. But if you do - being the nice people you are - maybe the talented and brillant people out there who happen to be reading my fic can help me come up with a summary for my new fic? Maybe? It'd be really, really wicked. I'd appreciate your help v much.

Don't be shy.