Author's Note: Here's chapter 6! Hope you enjoy it!
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Chapter 6
"Life just keeps getting worse, doesn't it…" said Ron grumpily.
He, Harry, and Hermione quietly ate some breakfast, Harry glaring occasionally at the Slytherin table.
"There is absolutely no way I'm going to be friends with that idiot son of a b---"
"RON!" said Hermione sternly. Ron rolled his eyes.
"What, are you actually going to take all this? Hermione, remember last year? The stupid Inquisitional squad? And how he was with Hagrid! Our third year! I don't give a ----"
"He's not telling the truth," said Harry quietly. Hermione and Ron looked at him. Ron snorted.
"Well of course Malfoy isn't telling the truth! I –"
"No, no. I'm talking about Dumbledore." Hermione's eyes widened. "Not that I think Malfoy's telling the truth either."
"Harry, what do you mean? What's he going to lie about?"
"Look, all last year—and every year before June, really --- he hasn't been telling me everything. I just…know. I mean, what would suddenly make Dumbledore think that Malfoy's on our side? And… look at him!" Harry made a face as he pointed at a laughing Malfoy.
"He's not even nearly shocked about his dear old dad as he was yesterday on the train. What's to think it wasn't all just some show?"
"Dumbledore wouldn't fall for that!" said Hermione, realizing what Harry meant.
"No, he wouldn't. We're his spies…but he wants us to be all nice to Malfoy in case he finds out. I mean, if he didn't tell us that Malfoy was okay, we'd' have easily revealed ourselves…we're not that great at holding back at Malfoy's insults. Except maybe you, Hermione," he added with a hint of admiration. "And it's not a big secret that Malfoy and I hate each other…"
Hermione sighed. "So, we're Dumbledore's spies on Malfoy…and Malfoy is faking remorse and shock, so that he can spy for Voldemort…"
Ron, for once, didn't wince at Voldemort's name, although he was pretty close. He swore loudly at this sudden revelation.
* * * * * *
Ron glared at his new schedule as the trio walked down the halls towards their first class, which, unfortunately happened to be NEWT-level Potions.
"We're doubling with the Slytherins! AGAIN!"
"We'll see Malfoy, again…"
"NEWT!"
Ron and Harry stared at Hermione, who was positively skipping with excitement.
"NEWT! NEWT, NEWT, NEWT, NEWT! YAY!
"Hermione…," said Ron, worrying about Hermione's sanity.
"A NEWT-level class! Oh, this will be so much fun!" Hermione gleamed.
The other two were lost for words. Instead, they choked and coughed back.
Suddenly, a little group of first years turned around a corner. One of them, Harry noticed, looked really familiar…
Ron frowned. "Hey, mate, isn't that kid the new Slytherin? Dan or whatever?"
Harry nodded. As the first year turned to face him, Harry gasped. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Ron stared. "Harry?!" he said weakly. "He looks… exactly…like you…" Ron was at a loss of words.
"Only without glasses…" Hermione added softly. "Harry?"
Harry was quiet for a moment, then started running the opposite direction.
"HARRY! You're going to be LATE!" Hermione cried in anguish. Ron looked torn between class and Harry.
But Harry would not listen. Sprinting to the office of Dumbledore. He groaned loudly as a gargoyle sprung out of no where.
"YOU SHALL NOT PASS!" the gargoyle bellowed, fierce eyes glowering at him.
"Uh…lemon drop?" Harry guessed meekly.
The gargoyle looked stunned, stepping aside to reveal the moving stairs.
Harry sighed with relief and stepped onto the platform, staring up at the phoenix that towered over head. The staircase stopped finally, and Harry sprinted to Dumbledore's office. He knocked on the door and waited. For he could hear voices inside. The voices stopped suddenly, and the door swung open, revealing the face of Albus Dumbledore.
"Prof---"
"I know," said Dumbledore, moving aside.
Harry stepped inside and nearly fell over in shock. There was no one there. Who was Dumbledore talking to?
"Hello Harry Potter," said a voice.
Harry looked wildly around.
"It's the Sorting Hat, Harry," said Dumbledore, amused.
Harry stared at the Sorting Hat, which opened its brim and spoke: "Dumbledore and I were just talking about young Daniel Radcliffe," said the Hat. "I assume that's why you're here?"
Harry nodded. "He looks exactly like me…" EXACTLY…so I though of…"
"The mirror of Erised?" Dumbledore said, massaging his temples.
Harry stared.
"It has unknown powers that are yet to be discovered…" said Dumbledore quietly.
"It has the power to replicate someone," spoke out the Sorting Hat, "if given a picture, it will clone another person. The only catch is, you can't use it on your self, and the clone will not have the same personality of the person, it will be the opposite…"
"So Daniel Radcliffe…" said Harry slowly.
"…is your clone from the Mirror of Erised," said Dumbledore. "He's everything you're not, Harry. What I don't understand is why Lord Voldemort cloned…you."
"Whatever the reason," the Hat interrupted, "it's bound to be dangerous, so we should keep a close eye on him…"
"Think Emma Watson is a clone of Hermione Granger?" Dumbledore muttered to himself.
"Anyways, do not speak of this to ANYONE!" said the Hat.
Harry nodded.
"Well, off you go then…" said Dumbledore.
"Err…could I have a pass?" Harry said sheepishly.
* * * * * *
Harry entered the Potions room, breathless. The entire class turned to look at him. "Sorry Professor-----I----"
"Why…should I…welcome you? Harry Potter? Snape stood up, his eyes blazing.
"But Professor---"
"LATE…is the hour…by which this conjurer chooses to APPEAR---"
"Professor – I!"
"Be QUIET you!" Snape barked. "I have not gone through twenty years of teaching to BATTLE words with a worthless worm…"
"Dumbledore gave me a pass," interrupted Harry, shoving it in Snape's arms. Snape looked at it.
"Oh---" he said.
Harry sat down next to Ron, glad he narrowly escaped a detention.
"Now that all students are here, we will start the strongest truth potion. Can anyone tell me what that is?" Snape said, his eyes glittering maliciously.
Hermione's hand shot up, which was not even a surprise to the class.
"No one? Am I teaching idiots in my NEWT class?" Snape said.
Hermione waved her hand wildly. Draco, after a moment's hesitation, raised his hand.
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy. At least, everyone is not an idiot. Please do share your answer."
"The strongest truth potion is Veritaserum," Draco said smirking.
Hermione put her hand down looking downcast. Harry could see tears threatening to come out.
"It's ok 'Mione. He's just being Snape," Harry said softly, soothing Hermione with his voice.
"POTTER! Ten points from Gryffindor!" Snape barked.
Ron looked murderous. Haw dare he! Harry put a hand on his shoulder. Run turned to him.
"Don't do ANYTHING!" Harry mouthed.
"But…b-but!"
"NO RON!"
"OK…ok…"
Draco looked at the Golden Trio, as they were nicknamed. He knew they didn't believe him. He decided to stop them after class. For now, he concentrated on his potion. After all, he was Snape's favorite for a reason. He was the top Potions student. Hermione came in second in this class. He was proud to say that Potions was his specialty. He could whip any potion in a second…depending on the potion of course!
A/N: Please review! We would appreciate it a lot! PotC fans stay tuned: You're in for one hell of a surprise. One question: Do you want cliffhangers? Of course, we'll put them in anyway! *grins evilly*