AN: I know I promised a larger chapter. It was only a little larger but hey I'm working on it. THANKS to all who have reviewed.
Chapter 24
"So a twin huh?" Harry asked nibbling on a chocolate frog.
Draco snorted hands tucked behind his head and he sat on the windowsill, listening to the Weasel family and the Grangers sing muggle Christmas songs. It was beginning to give the Malfoy a headache. That, and thinking of the recent news. Caius huh? He thought. When he was younger he had often wished,(secretly of course) to have a sibling. With his father and mother always away, Malfoy Manor was a lonely place. He was often left to keep himself company by flinging house elves over the stair banisters. God, he had been such a brat. His eyes took in Harry, who seemed to be oblivious in his own world, content with a comfy armchair and a chocolate frog. But Harry had changed him. Even when they were mortal enemies, very slowly did the raven haired Gryffindor pierce his cold heart and stone mask. Draco wondered about Caius and the missing polyjuice potion. He had been sure someone had been impersonating him the day Harry was attacked with the altering potion, but it seemed not to be so.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" Draco shook his head. He had not realized the he had been staring at the other young man. Harry took out his wand and examined it, all it's finernail marks and scratches. Draco tilted his head. Would that be the wand to destroy Voldemort? He looked at his own wand, on the nightstand beside the bed. His wand gleamed, there were no scratches, just smooth black wood. It could have been pegged as new. Harry's scratches and dents on his wand made his wand unique. The wand seemed much like their personalities in some odd way. Draco slid off the windowsill and picked his wand up before taking his fingernail and raked it along the smooth surface as hard as he could. It was a small scratch, hardly even noticeable and Draco tried again.
"Drac, what are you doing?" Harry asked craning his neck to see what the blonde was doing to his wand. Draco shrugged and tucked his wand in his robes. "Nothing kitten. Come on lets go down and get some sweets."
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The muggle townhouses were out of place. All three were identical, with gray cobblestone exterior and concrete steps. The muggle streetlamp bathed the middle townhouse with an eerie glow, shining on the half worn numbers. 12.
A robed figure, with staggering footsteps, hobbled slowly up the steps and knocked on the door.
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They had just managed to sneak off with one of Molly's apple pies when they heard the knock on the door. Harry frowned. It was strange. All the Order members usually wither apparated, flooed or portkeyed in headquarters. No one ever used the front door. Perhaps it was a muggle. Draco felt a weird sensation in his stomach.
"Don't answer it Harry."
"Why not?"
"Just don't answer it!"
Harry was surprised. Draco looked like a cat, suspicious and alert, striking a pose with the pie in his hand like a weapon, that reminded harry vaguely of a muggle super hero called arachnidman. No wait, that was spiderman. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Draco it's only a muggle. Those are the only ones who knock on a front door. There's a lady down the street who's probably here to drop a carton of eggnog off." Harry said and dashed to the door and unlocked the top lock.
"Harry don't!" Draco shouted but it was too late. Harry opened the door and time stood still. Draco was almost afraid to run to Harry. Who was out there? Meanwhile, Harry had a perfect look of shock on his face as he stared at the person in front of him who was on his knees.
"Help... me... please." the man whispered in a hoarse voice before falling in a heap at Harry's feet. Draco had had enough. He rushed to Harry's side and looked down. The hood had fallen off revealing the handsome face of...him? There was a tremendous pause before Draco spoke.
"Close the door."
"Draco we can't do that."
"Harry he may have my face but he's no good. He's come here to take you to the Dark Lord. It was going to be my assignment and now it's his. You heard Dumbledore."
"But know but he may be in serious trouble. Call me too trusting but perhaps he could switch sides."
"Are you fucking insane. He attacked you! Besides look at him! He's acting!"
"..."
"HARRY!"
"Perhaps he's changed."
"'That' could never change."
"You did Drac."
"You're wrong, I had been hiding under a mask, under money. He's pure evil. He's under Voldemort's rule!
"..."
"Harry you can't take a chance with him!"
"I took a chance with you!"
The moment those words left Harry's mouth, he instantly regretted it. The hurt on Draco's face made his heart clench painfully. He hadn't meant it. Draco turned on his heel and stormed out of the room and Harry sighed looking down at the bloody face identical to the boy he loved. So this... this was Caius Malfoy. Harry buried his face in his hands. Was he doing the right thing or should he listen to Draco? The Christmas carols had paused. THeir yelling had caught the attention of the others. Harry sighed. Even if the other Malfoy had changed, he coould risk the lives of the ones he loved. He would apologize to Draco. He slammed the door shut.
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Angry silver eyes opened. Dammit, it hadn't worked. His brother had a tight hold on Harry Potter. He sat up completely unharmed and unhurt and wiped the blood off his face with a handkerchief. He had tried to Floo, Apparate, even Portkey, but the wards on Grimmauld Place were powerful, or the old magic of the Black mansion was strong keeping out those who intended to harm the new owner. No, he had to be invited in. He needed to form up another plan and quick. His Lord was not patient. He looked at the Malfoy ring on his finger. He smirked. It felt so right on his hand. That Harry Potter would pay. No one slammed the door in his face!
With a huff, he whirled off not seeing Harry Potter glaring at him from the window, peeping from the curtains.
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Harry couldn't believe his stupidity. Draco had been right. That Caius was bad news and he could have gotten them all killed. Harry sighed and left the window to find Draco. He found Draco lying on the bed angrily. There was no candle or flamingo, just Draco staring at the ceiling.
"Draco?"
No answer.
"Please Draco, I didn't mean what I said and you were right. Your twin was a fraud."
Draco sent a small glance his way before staring back at an interesting crack up at the wall. Harry tried again but it was no avail. For the rest of the night, Harry tried to talk to the blonde boy, but Draco simply refused to talk with him. Harry was beginning to get very frustrated.
"Draco talk to me now!" he shouted and the mirror in the room cracked. Draco glared at Harry and marched to the door. "I'm sleeping somewhere else." he sneered in the old Malfoy way and left, leaving Harry with emerald eyes glistening with tears.
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Ginny had come to terms with cold realizations. Harry was never going to love her. Even when he was under the affects of the love potion, it was artificial and it the potion she had used was an old one, making Harry say thy's and thou's in his poetry. Ginny sighed and and decided to walk around the empty corridors. She did not think, no one fully explored the Black Mansion. Her mother cleaned and dusted every room, but twice as more were still dusty and filled with unknown treasures. The redhead turned down a hall she hadn't been down before and stood infront of a large brass door, with growling griffins. She turned the knob and pushed, grunting. It required all her strength. When she had forced enough open she wiggled through.
Everything was dark. "Lumos." she whispered and looked around and gasped. She was staring at herself. She was everywhere. Ginny was awed. It was a room full of mirrors. Some were plain, with simple wooden frames, but others were magnificent in size, reaching almost to the ceiling with intricate gold carved frames. There was one mirror, shaped like a dancing fairy. Ginny started to walk deeper into the room of mirrors, her footsteps echoing in the large room. She gasped when she stood in front of a mirror. It was quite plain looking with a metal vine frame, but the surface of the mirror was not cold smooth glass. Instead, it rippled like water and radiated a heat that warmed Ginny to her toes. She wondered if all of those mirrors were magical. She stepped closer to the mirror and reached out her arm to touch it. She could almost fill a ripple lap her fingertips.
"What are you doing here?" someone behind her boomed and Ginny jumped and turned away from the mirror to the speaker, a hand over her heart. She could barely make out the figure, for her Lumos light had disinigrated.
"Lumos." the person said and Ginny stood in front of Blaise Zambini.
AN: ARRRGGGGGHHH::knocks head against brick wall: I don't know I have such a problem with a short chapters. :headache: Oh well review and I'll write more.