The Line from Kill Bill? (v. 1) Mwahahaha. If you do not know... than I shan't tell you! Just keep imagining its all part of my brilliance. Lol. If that's at all possible.

Hermione did help with Harry's eyesight.

- "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." -

That lil chanting noise being Hermione, and the cloudless state of Harry's eyes when he could see again.

Draco keeps changing his mind? Well; yes; he does. That's because I do. I have an ending worked out; do you want a sequel or not?

I have exams. As in big and major ones.

It was nice knowing you.

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The Dark Lord turned around slowly, fighting with all the resolve that made him well... him. The curse was grasping a hold against him, he could feel it. Sweat beads began to form, but the chill wind was persistent and insisted on drying them up before anyone else could see his weakness.

"Stupid boy!" Voldemort cursed as he stood face to face with the struggling duplicate of Harry Potter.

He could tell which was which now. The real Potter stared at his saviour with horror; probably shocked at the sight of an unforgivable cursed performed by one his company. But the one who had control over the Dark Lord was not one of the Light Wizards pests Potter usually hangs with. Voldemort sensed it. Voldemort sensed the dark side of the Mystery character's aurora.

The obscure figure was sweating, his attempt to control the Dark Lord showing. His attempt in controlling the Dark Lord succeeding.

The Dark Lord wondered why he didn't notice the subtle difference between the two. Where one was shrouded in light, the other was cloaked in dark; where one had the stronger link to him, the other only had a brief tie as if bound only by physical means; where one acted on impulse, the other planned and observed. Both were very affective. Equal and opposite.

It was pathetic. Why had this mysterious dark wizard, presumably a 'loyal' servant of his joined forces with the Potter boy? Traitor. The Dark Lord needed to commune with his servants.

But only, he couldn't. If he did, he would've lost his concentration. He needed every force he could gather in opposing the fraud's spell. He was hit by surprise; nothing else.

Why were they just standing there?

Lucius stared at his master with wonder. Was the most powerful wizard of their time being controlled by the unnamed impostor? Who was this individual that defied the Dark Lord?

Who was this Dark Wizard that defied the Dark Lord?

All the members that could've come close to holding the Dark Lord under his power were all here. And they would never think to disobey him. Voldemort would've seen through it. So who was this? Lucius couldn't figure it out.

Lucius glared at the two Potters when he thought of his son. What had they done to him?

"Voldemort," Harry's voice rang out, thought clearly from the posture and the Darkness of the figure that the person was definitely not the famed Harry Potter. "Bow down." The impostor smirked.

Uh-oh.

Lucius looked at the impostor with curiosity. There was something very familiar with him. Or her, for all he knew.

The Dark Lord refused to move. No. He wasn't going to obey this. Voldemort bit his lip, trembling in attempt to fight off the curse.

Slowly – oh yes, very slowly – he began to shift. His body began to tilt, his very being under someone else's control. Voldemort bit his lip harder, trying to force himself harder than ever to back away.

Oh the shame.

The wind was knocked out of him. He couldn't breath.

And he was bowing to the impostor.

A scream broke the fraud's triumphant beaming. Hermione struggled to get free of her captures grasp. For a brief second the impostor was distracted.

The Dark Lord smiled coyly; it was all he needed.

He fought it, moving back up with shadowy elegance. He had control again.

Well, almost.

"You've had your fun!" The Dark Lord spat, still fighting the curse. It was immensely easier now. The caster was distracted. Voldemort slowly turned his wand to face the impostor, his nails scrapping on it harshly.

He considered the killing curse, but remembered the real Potter boy who evaded that easily.

"Crucio!" The Dark Lord settled for instead.

"NO!!" Harry shouted, throwing himself in the line of fire.

Thunk.

Harry's whole body landed on the floor. He quivered in pain, the intensity of it shaking him. He rolled around on the floor, the agony not registering well.

"What would it be?" The Dark Lord hissed, "Your hero," he nodded at Harry having a seizure on the ground, "and your love," He emphasized the last word mockingly as he panted for control, "or defeating me?" Voldemort gave him a twisted grin. He knew what the impostor would choose.

Voldemort was losing his command, the casting and maintaining of the spell on Potter unnerved him. And the fraud was gaining control over him, again.

The impostor sneered at Voldemort.

"Who do you think I am?" it spat, "I am a Dark Wizard. You think I care?"

The shocked silence agitated the Dark Lord immensely. Apart from the squeal from the annoying Mudblood.

"I want to destroy you." The fraud declared to him, "And you wasting your willpower on him is just perfect." It assured Voldemort, gesturing at Harry.

"You would leave your friends to die?" The Dark Lord inquired,

"I have no friends." It resolved stonily,

"Lucius," Voldemort rasped,

"Lucius!" The impostor barked, "I offer you... a choice."

Lucius didn't move.

"Help me," The Dark Lord swallowed his pride. Only it was too late.

Lucius still didn't move. Hermione felt the grip around her loosen.

"Who are you?" Lucius couldn't help ask, ignoring Voldemort.

The fake Harry smirked.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" even at a time like this, Draco flashed his father a reserved grin.

"I..." Lucius didn't know what to say. He was always known to shift loyalties.

Lucius turned to face Voldemort, the look of shock fulfilled Lucius slightly.

"Join me!" the fraud acknowledged, leering, "I want that gone." Indicating the writhing Voldemort. "But I also want him," he gestured at Harry. "and her." He referred to Hermione. "They're my... pets." He answered the questioning gazes.

Hermione stared horrified, the grip on her loosening immensely. What was Draco – was it really Draco up there? – doing?

"You want them?" Lucius asked, his voice tight, cautiously treading,

"Yes." The fraud offered no other explanation.

"They murdered my son." Lucius informed through gritted teeth.

The impostor chuckle delighted to himself. Dizziness from fighting the Dark Lord hitting him slightly.

"No; they did not." He assured, "Your son is safe."

Lucius jerked his eyebrow up, what mystifying powers did the Impostor have that allowed him to prophet the state of his son? Before Lucius could step any closer to his new allegiance, the Impostor insisted,

"A wizard's oath!" he declared, "That you will never defy me! That you will never shift your loyalties as easily as you do know."

Harry stared amazed at Draco; was he for real? Draco stared expectantly at his father.

"And if we don't?" Lucius questioned,

"Then you'll go down with the rest." Draco answered is father matter-of-factly, implying Voldemort in front of him.

The Dark Lord had had enough. He couldn't stand the traitor in front of him. Lucius squirmed as Voldemort unleashed his wrath, the advantage of a Dark Mark.

Lucius fell onto his knees, the rage of his lord passing through him through the Dark Mark.

But then it stopped.

Laughter echoed through the darkness. It came from Harry's direction. It came from Harry's voice. But it was Draco.

"Wise, very wise." He mocked, "First you waste your efforts on the Potter boy; and then you use what vigour you have left on a Malfoy." More sardonic laughter. "Very wise, old man."

Draco could feel the rage, the hurt the Dark Lord seemed to radiate; but it was too late. Caught off-guard too often that night, he was under the power of this Impostor.

Lucius rose, relieved to be free of the brief torment,

"We will gladly – but –" Lucius paused for effect – after all, he was a Malfoy, "Our allegiance is sworn elsewhere."

Draco smirked.

"Not to worry," he waved his hand imperiously, "I will take care of him,"

A mordant smile crept on his lips,

"then you will be mine."

Lucius didn't like the mischievous gleam in what seemed like the Potter boy's eyes. Lucius felt like he didn't know something; a piece of the puzzle was being kept from him.

"Yes." Lucius agreed numbly. "Let it go." He waved his hand, gesturing to Hermione.

Hermione was free; she didn't know what to do. She slid beside Harry, as if seeking and providing comfort. Harry was free, too; he didn't know what to do. They could only hope Draco knew what he was doing.

"Voldemort!" How magnificently Draco asserted the name. "Bow to me again!"

How Draco loved the feel of power.

Draco felt the Dark Lord trying to reach out to his minions through the Dark Mark. Draco wouldn't have any of that.

"Use the killing curse!" A Death Eater suggested. Draco felt the Dark Lord cursing their lack of loyalty, trying to reach out again and again with his Dark mark.

"No." He grimaced distastefully, "I can't risk whatever happened to him happening to me!" he explained aghast. "Harry,"

Gasp. They were on a first name basis.

"Kill him."

"Dr-" Harry was silenced by Draco's venomous glare. "I can't" Harry explained bluntly.

Draco's eyes hardened.

No.

He wasn't going to make Harry do it. Draco shrugged. It was always worth a try.

"I will –" Uh-oh. Draco stopped mid sentence. Dizziness swept over him. Voldemort felt the hold weakening and struggled harder than ever to get free.

Oh Fuck.

"I-" Draco's voice began to change. The raven hair that insisted in jutting out above his eyes transformed blonde.

Fuck me, Merlin!

Gasp.

The Dark Lord smiled wickedly.

"Draco?" Lucius asked, mortified. Draco smiled back, the rush of giddiness sticking with him.

"Hello Father." Draco felt so faint, the curse taking a great toll on him, he was convinced he was about to faint.

Voldemort broke free.

"Stupid boy!" Voldemort rasped.

Draco continued to wobble in attempt to gain his balance.

Voldemort coughed, the wind was knocked out of him again.

"I am weakened." The Dark Lord admitted, "But never defeated." He rasped, gasping for air; what was wrong with him now?

Finding the will to grasp the port key hidden in his robes, Draco gave a giddy smile.

Always have back up.

"Good day to you then." Draco lunged for Harry, who had the sense to hold on to Hermione. Lucius dived for them. Too late.

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Ok. I must study.

Good day to all.

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