O dear. I do complain, don't I? Well, I suppose I can say it's not my fault (there I go!)... but I really didn't mean to offend you when I was – trying? – to convince you all to review. (Yes, you horrible non-reviewers!!) I guess I was feeling v horrible.

Threats for not reviewing. Well. I have plenty up my sleave (Mwahahahaha) but you'll all be happy to know they're all completely empty. Sorry for sounding horrible. And mean. And Nagging.

Yes. Well. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU reviewers!!!!! Especially lorett who gave a very nice and detailed review, and put me back in line. : )

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(A/N : Okies, before you read this chappie - jus in casse pp ignore my lil bit above...

- Draco is currently under the Polyjuice potion and now appears to be Harry.

- Harry is currently under the Polyjuice potion and still appears as Malfoy.

So... Harry looks like Draco; Draco looks like Harry.

And: Whenever I mention either of them, I am meaning the real them, appearing as the other.)

Hope it helps.

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"Lucius," Draco (who - need i remind you - appears to be Harry) greeted in return, looking at his father with what looked like genuine contempt. Perhaps Draco was a very good actor. He looked at his father with disdain, so unfeigned it rather shook Lucius.

Lucius whipped out his wand, and kneeled,

"Master, should I get rid of him now?" he asked, bowing his head,

"No," A hoarse voice replied, "I will make him suffer; he will not be let off this easily!"

Lucius bowed even lower.

One thing I'd definitely do if I was an evil villain planning to take over the wizarding world: always kill the Hero. Always. Never reveal plots and rave on about plans; just kill the bloody hero.

"It seems like your boy will have quite a... special ceremony," the gravely voice continued. The hooded figure, presumedly Voldemort, turned to Harry, "Kill the mudblood."

No. Harry wanted to reply, but looked at Malfoy; as if looking into a mirror; and saw himself confused as a reply.

"Uh..." Harry began, trying to find an excuse, thinking what Draco would say in the situation. Harry couldn't think; he was so shaky it was difficult to stand.

"No!" Draco screamed out. Death eaters were circling him.

"No." Harry agreed.

"What?" Lucius asked through his gritted teeth,

"No," Harry confirmed, squinting his eyes to try to focus Lucius' blurred outline.

"Lucius! What's this?" The Dark Lord croaked,

"It seems Draco is... infatuated with the Mudblood." Lucius replied in a grimace.

Gasp.

A slurred silence followed, letting the wizards – and witch in Hermione's case – clear their heads and plan their next move. Everyone stopped moving. It was rather surprising; no one had even bound Draco up yet.

"Kill the Potter boy." The Dark Lord broke the stillness.

More silence. Draco sighed,

"No." he cued,

"NO!!" Harry followed after him, slightly abashed he hesitated.

"What?" Lucius asked again, his teeth further gritted - if at all possible –

"No." Harry repeated for everyone to hear, again.

"Lucius-" the Dark Lord began again.

Everyone was getting the sense of de ja vu.

"My Lord," Lucius interrupted, "It seems my son is...misguided. It appears the Mudblood has poisoned him and eluded him with false-"

"Enough with your excuses!" Voldemort raged, pulling out his own wand, "There is to be a sacrifice if the boy wants the Dark Mark!" he pointed the wand in Hermione's direction,

"Well, I don't want the Dark Mark!" Harry impulsively disagreed to spite him. Boy was Draco going to have hell to pay for this. His head throbbed harder than ever. His stomach insisted on churning every other minute. It was getting worse.

"Too bad!" the Dark Lord spat, "You're getting it!" Voldemort screeched. The Dark Lord turned his wand to face Harry, fake Draco.

"Morsmarcomordre!" The Dark Wizard screamed out the spell.

Harry's eyes widened as the spell hit him; a burning jolt ran through his arm. He looked down to see a Dark Mark on his arm.

Harry took a step back, stunned when he saw the mark again... dazed that it was on his own arm. He gulped, trying to steady his breathing; the experience was traumatizing.

It was like being hit by a blinding black, darker than the night sky outside – which was, after all, lit by stars – and he was closer to the abominable Wizard. Their link strengthened, to the point of almost merging. Almost.

"What is this?" Voldemort hissed; sick of surprises and the further closeness to the Potter boy. Something was wrong. Very wrong. And he hated not knowing just what it was.

Harry couldn't see. His eyesight was getting worse and worse. Everything was vague and smudged. He couldn't move his arm. But he was still on his feet. Was it possible to die when standing up?

Yes? Really? Goddamit!

He breathed harder and harder, guessing the enraged outline so close to him was the Dark Lord. He took another step back, needing more distance between them. Mere seconds before they had been so close... too close.

He needed his glasses.

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That wasn't so bad, wasn't it? Hmmm? Any predictions what-so-ever? Sorry I'm returning back to my short-chapter-itus

-sigh-

Another way of life for Mio