OMG! Someone said they recommended my fic to a friend – or was it a friend recommended my fic to them? – wow. That really made my day.

Everybody loves reviews. Yep, you got that. No; I don't want crap in the little box. I wanna know what you think. I don't giv if its good or not.

Pizzazz – you say? – god I love that word. Lol. Is that even a word? Jeez – makes a mental note to herself – I gota use dat. Lol.

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The Dark Lord – in all his might – stood in a robe, staring at The Boy Who Lived. The Boy Hero, his arch adversary, seemed to have duplicated himself. Either that or he too needed glasses.

Potter turned back from being Lucius' boy. Must've been undercover or something trying to find out some Dark Wizarding plans.

Should've been a Slytherin.

"Lucius," The Dark Lord hissed. He demanded an explanation. What the hell was going on?

Voldemort stood squarely in front of the real Harry. His back was turned Draco, who was sneaking off in the shadows and heading towards Hermione.

Typical; taking advantage of the fact everyone was in juvenile confusion. How Slytherin. The Death Eaters stood paralysed, unsure of how to react. Maybe they just weren't used to having surprises sprung on them. Even with the Potter boy running around for seven or so years.

Draco crouched over above the distant Hermione.

"Shhh..." he hushed as she began to say something.

"Let's save Potter." He grimaced and gave her a trademark smirk – one no other could possible imitate unless it was inherited – and Hermione knew instantly who this Harry-look-alike was.

Harry was looking intently at Voldemort.

"Hermione, cast a spell to help his eyesight." Draco ordered, sighing to keep himself from cracking up at the pathetic Potter. "I'll provide a... distraction."

"Voldemort!" Harry's voice boomed. "It is I – Harry Potter!"

Draco whipped beside Harry with very unHarry-like elegance and link arms in a very unmanly way. Draco noticed a soft murmur in the background – though he doubted anyone else other than him did – and how cloudless Harry's eyes appeared to be after they finished chanting.

"You can't fool me," Voldemort hissed, pointing his wand at both of them at the same time. The Dark Lord actually didn't know which one of the boys was the genuine Harry Potter; the one he wanted to kill; and he absolutely didn't know who the impostor helping him was. Not that he was going to tell them anything. He'd just have to kill them both.

How easily resolvable things were.

Lucius only guessed the fraud was the Weasley tag-along that insisted on – according to Draco's accounts – follow Harry like a puppy, tagging along with Potter everywhere. But where was Draco? What happened to his son? Had Potter kidnapped him and murdered him in a cold-blooded way.

Murderer! Thought Lucius, staring at Harry with utmost hate. The thought that Harry, being such a selfless hero, would never do such a thing never occurred to him.

Neither did it occur to him that his son could possibly be the one who was defying The Dark Lord- his master – and appearing as The Boy Who Lived. The whole idea of such ludicrous was even more unbelievable that the idea of someone giving up the chance to get rid of your enemy by kidnapping him and killing him.

And people wonder why dark empires fall.

"Stupefy," Hermione's voice ringed out as she aimed her wand towards The Dark Lord's back.

Voldemort whipped around and easily took the charm and muttered the counter curse underneath his breath;

"Ennervate" He grimaced menacingly at her; "You didn't think it was going to be that easy did you?"

Hermione gulped; she was separated from the two behind the Dark Lord. She gave them an opening. She gave them another distraction. She hoped they would use it to their advantage. Knowing Draco, he would.

"For a minute there," Hermione tried to imitate Malfoys confident smirk – Lucius shook his head distastefully at the Mudblood – "Yeah, I did."

"Expelliarmus!" Hermione attempted again. Voldemort's hand didn't even twitch. Let alone his wand jumping from his hand. The Dark Lord smiled – a very evil smile – and shook his head almost pitifully at the lowly creature before him.

"Imperio!" Harry's voice rang out from behind Voldemort.

The Death Eaters realised; not only had the Dark lord turned his back on the on – or two? – boy that threaten to destroy him since his birth, not only had they failed to guard their lord's back, not only was their lord hit. But.

It was a dark spell and you had to be a dark wizardto perform it.

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Copied a line from Kill Bill. Awww. I'm feeling so bad.