Chapter 15

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. I'm really glad you like my story. I know that some of you seem really interested in Faux's deadly secret. Well, she does revile it in this chapter so… You're about to find out!

It had been several days since the dance. Harry was back to his normal and perfuse checking of the map for Bellitrax. Harry still couldn't put his finger on what Bellitrax and Faux had in common, though. He came up with a plan; well, he and Ron did, anyway. They would wait for their Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and they would stay afterward to 'ask about their essay'. Violet and Hermione thought it was a particularly good plan, but Klaus and Sunny thought different.

"She is too smart." Klaus said. "She'll see right through your plan. Ron retorted with the following sentence: "Since when has Faux been smart?"

"Gurhgt ebujuppi." Sunny had said, which Klaus had saic that she meant, "What if someone else satys after class too?" And Harry had retorted with the following sentence: "No one waould want to stay after classes with her."

Nonetheless, Klaus and Sunny had their points. What if Faux was just prtending to dumb and stupid? And what if someone did have to stay after class for something? Harry had to take these things into account, but he swore to take the risk and follow-through with the plan.

"And so," Faux was saying at the end of their class five days afer the dance, "Attacking is more impotant than block, BUT, blocking should always be used, unless you want to be blown is to smithereens. Class dismissed." The class stood as she sat in her chair. Harry and Ron pulled out their essays and waited until the whole class had left. Ron walked up to her first.

"Err… Professor?" Ron asked.

"What?" Faux asked shrewdly.

"I had a question-"

"Me too." Harry said.

"What is it?" Faux asked, turning pink. "This is my only break and I don't want to spend it with to mental kids." Her eyes narrowed at Harry.

"We're not mental!" Ron cried. Faux laughed her horrible laugh and- wait! It snapped in Harry's head, then and there. Faux and Bellitrax had the exact same laugh.

"OK." Harry said. "We're not her because of a stupid, badly instructed essay." Harry said coldly. Faux stopped laughing. "You're working with Voldemort, aren't you? And with Bellitrax, right?"

"Now Mr. Potter, why would I be doing that?" She asked, sounding a lot like Umbridge when she was being sarcastic.

"I know that laugh." Harry explained. "The same as Bellitrax's. So, you must be with her."

"Harry, mate, stop." Ron whispered.

"FOOL!" Faux yelled suddenly, she stood up, laughing. "I'm not working with Bellitrax! I am Bellitrax!" She screamed. Harry practically fell backward. Scrunching up her face, Faux suddenly was changing. Her nose grew, and her lip stretched out, her eyes shrunk a small bit, and her hair became short, and a blond-ish color. Her legs became long as she grew, and her fingers and arms shortend. Before Harry knew it, Professor Faux was no longer standing in front of him, but it was Bellitrax.

"What the-?" Ron said.

"Being a metamorphagus has its plus sides!" Bellitrax hissed. "You are as dumb as you look, Potter. You couldn't even figure it out. I made my last name faux. Do you not know what faux means?" She asked, almost like if Harry was a baby.

"Of course I do." Harry hissed, reaching for his wand. "I can't believe you fooled me. Oh wait, you didn't." Harry pointed his wand at her. But what she said next, stunned Harry and Ron so badly, that HHarry knew that Violet would be freaked when he told her.

H Harry and Ron so bad, that Harry knew that the Baudelaire's would be freaked when he told them.

"Wait until I tell Voldemort and Count Olaf that you two are idiots, and we can attack!" Bellitrax cried, and jumped out the window.

A/N: I know, this chapter was short and uninformative, but I thought it was still really good. R&R… and we'll see what is coming…