Alright, this chapter is set present time, after Voldemort controlled Harry's brain. (if anyone is reading this)

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Voldemort looked around in Harry's body. "Hmm…. I think this will work better than that Weasley girl," he muttered. Then he wandered back to the Great Hall where everyone was eating and sat down with Ron and Hermione.

"Where were you?" asked Ron while tearing off a piece of chicken.

"Bathroom," Voldemort said automatically. Now he infested Harry, he could just rack his memories and act just like him so no one would suspect him.

He sat quietly while Ron and Hermione chitchatted away about classroom things, trivial things. Voldemort sat thinking about other things. His plan would be set right after dinner when all the hubbub of kids going to their common rooms. Getting away from Ron and Hermione would be the hard part.

His job was made easier. "Erm, Harry?" Ron asked while walking in a different direction with Hermione. "Er, we have to do um, Prefect duties. 'K bye!" and scuttled off without another word.

Voldemort didn't hesitate to think about Harry's friends but hurried off to where the Slytherins and Snape were leaving. He then brushed past Snape briefly, just barely touching his arm. Voldemort then saw Snape wince slightly after he had done so, clutching his left arm where the dark mark was. He knew Snape would inform Dumbledore immediately, but they would never suspect the boy who lived.

Voldemort then retreated to the outside grounds near the Forbidden Forest, just far enough for the Death Eaters to Apparate. While quickly racking Harry's brain, he thought of the excuse of going to visit Hagrid just in case anyone asked on the way. Luckily, no one stopped him and he had just walked into the clearing where twelve of the Death Eaters had just arrived.

"My Lord," groveled what appeared to be Peter Petigrew. "Is it really you?"

"Yes Wormtail," he replied. "In the new flesh." There was an outbreak of muttering at these words but were silenced by Voldemor's new ones. "You all knew the plan! And I see you are all here, even the ones captured last summer by the Ministry. The fool Fudge. Still puts people in Azkaban even after Dumbledore's warnings about the Dementors joining us." There were a few snickers followed by this. "And I presume everything is still going to plan, Avery?"

"Yes, my Lord," stammered Avery. "The giants are ready to join us."

"Good. So with these new installments to the army, we will be ready before the end of term."

It was very eerie with Voldemort in Harry's body, walking around a group of Death Eaters and giving them orders. No one would look him straight in the eyes.

"Lucius?" Mr. Malfoy looked up. "Do we know anything new on the Order?"

"No, my Lord. Nothing from last summer. They have seemed to have changed hideouts." He looked back down at his feet.

"Alright," Voldemort began again. He seemed to be fighting the urge to curse Malfoy for his inconsistency but thought better of it. "You all know your current missions. We shall see each other soon." At that, twelve sounds of Disapparating filled the air. Voldemort walked back to the castle, and again didn't meeting anyone until he heard some rustling behind a cupboard.

He opened it and found something to his surprise. There sat Ron and Hermione kissing and then quickly stop. They snapped their heads to heads to Voldemort's direction, gaping in horror.

Voldemort, still pretending to be Harry, slowly gave a huge broad grin. "Am I interrupting something?"

Ron and Hermione, still gaping, started jumping into excuses and nonsense words. Ron, turning a deep shade of scarlet and Hermione, blushing more furiously than ever, said something like "mimble wimble."

"Erm, I can explain," Ron said finally quietly.

"No need," Voldemort replied. "Actions speak louder than words."

All Hermione could say was "eep."

"I'm going to bed now. 'Night." Then Voldemort strode off to the Gryffindor common room, leaving Ron and Hermione looking dazed at what just happened. When he reached the common room, Voldemort couldn't help but think Harry wouldn't remember any of this…… and actually smiled.

The next day, Harry couldn't remember how he had gotten there. The last thing he remembered was leaving Transfiguration and going to dinner. Harry convinced himself he must have been very tired and gone straight to bed without dinner. He had woken up earlier than everyone else, so he got dressed and ready in a daze and headed down for breakfast. It was a Saturday so he had the whole day off to wonder about what happened. Since it was still early, Harry was the only one there besides a few Ravenclaw girls to the left of him. So he had an hour to stare at his toast 'till Ron and Hermione came.

When they finally arrived, Harry was too bemused to notice how nervous they were.

"Er, Harry?" Ron asked him. "About last night, I-"

"I can't remember any of it," interrupted Harry angrily as he ripped off a piece of his toast. "After Transfiguration, nada."

"N-not any of it?" Hermione whispered.

"Nope."

"Well, that's too bad," said Hermione, not looking as it was bad at all. "Why do you think you can't remember?"

"Maybe he was fed a forgetfulness drought!" suggested Ron. "But who would do that?" He looked at Hermione like she had done because of last night. After a secret no, she suggested something.

"Maybe you were just too tired to remember last night," she said. "You didn't speak at all during dinner."

"That's exactly what I thought too this morning," Harry said.

"Then it's settled!" Ron added, with a gulp of his orange juice. "Now, about that Charms homework yesterday-"

The day progressed quite normally. There was no more mention of the previous night, thought there were a couple times where Ron and Hermione had to do some "Prefect things." (Now we know what they are) They went to Hagrid's hut and learned to their delight, he was sending Grawp away to a giant learning facility Dumbledore had set up ever since Grawp had eaten most of the school's vegetables the previous night. Things were looking up for Harry. For now…

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'K I liked this chapter much better than the last. Again, please review!