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A/N: Hope u liked the last chapter. I know it was kinda…weak.

Redberry Greenleaf: Thanks again for reviewing! I'll try to update more. It is kinda dark...

THANKS! Here goes:

Never Try to be Someone You're Not

I woke up feeling worse. I found myself still in the hospital wing. My parents were gone. So I thought, anyway. I was contemplating what I should do about Voldemort, when they come bursting in. Not again. Before I could say anything, I was strangled by Narcissa in a fierce hug. Lucius tousled my hair.

"Feeling better, darling?" Narcissa asked.

"No." I wanted to say more, but I bit my tongue.

"Albus, what are we going to do about this?" demanded Lucius. I rolled my eyes and lay down again. My head was spinning.

"We have to figure out if..." But he was interrupted by Lucius. This man who called himself my father was getting pretty good at this.

"MY SON IS IN DANGER OF DYING!" he yelled. He took a minute to "calm" himself and continued, "surely this is the most important matter." Dumbledore nodded.

Then it hit me. What if I pretended to be Harry? Voldewart wouldn't know the difference.

"Um, Mum, Dad, I'm kind of tired, could you..."

"Leave? Of course." Lucius led the adults out of the room. I slowly slipped the diary out of it's hiding place. I began to write something for school, since Potter wouldn't know what the diary was for.

If wolf's bane is combined with I was delighted to see my words disappear on the page. So far so good.

Hello. I paused, to add – you know – the dramatic affect of someone who's totally surprised. I smiled and drew a line. This was going to be fun! The line disappeared.

You could SAY something. Another pause. I was fooling this guy sooo bad.

Are you…

Who? What a fake he was being. "Who?" Like he didn't know.

Tom Riddle...

Who?

Nevermind. WHO are you?

Call me Domonic. As I wrote I could slowly feel myself getting better. My terrible stomachache was gone. My headache was slowly fading. I didn't dare try my voice.

Okay. Just one question.

Shoot. What? Since when does the all powerful "Dark Lord" say "shoot?" I had to admit, this guy was good. I sat up farther, and to my delight felt no dizziness.

Well, see, I found this book in my bag, and I was going to write my homework in it. You started talking, and I was wondering who had it before me. I watched the page closely to see his answer. Would he mention me?

He wouldn't give his name. But that doesn't matter. You know who I am, now who are you? I saw Voldemort's flaw immediately.

I don't think I'll give my name either.

Are you sure? If you must know, my full name is Domonic Russo.

Well... I decided I would have to give Potter's name...eventually. I smiled. I was so good at lying it scared me.

Please? Voldemort said "please?"

I'm Harry. Harry Potter.

THE Harry Potter.

Yes.

You have no idea how much I admire you! You've been so brave! Fighting of You-Know-Who must have been difficult. I could almost feel Voldemort's malice as he praised Potter. I laughed to myself. He was really good at this.

Well I—Before I could finish the sentence, I heard:

"Draco, what are you doing?" I was about to slam the book shut when he snatched it from me. Oh crap. Lucius looked to see Voldemort's words appear across the page.

What happened? Exactly? "Draco," Lucius' voice mused, "who is this?" He snatched my quill. No, no! This can't be happening. Volde-shit's faithful servant is going to rat out his own son, make him sick, and kill him. To top that off, I've had a cruddy life!

"I'll ask you again, who are you speaking with?" When I didn't answer, Lucius hit me – hard. I refused to utter anything. Then it crossed my mind that someone would hear the scream. It was almost out of my mouth when his had clamped my mouth shut. "What are you doing?" Lucius asked in a dangerous voice. I looked at the book desperately. Voldemort had written:

Hello? Harry are you still there? No! Why did he have to say Harry? Why? I flinched when Lucius hit me across the face. With one hand he covered my mouth. With the other, he dipped the quill in the ink and wrote:

Hello Master. I was in way over my head.

Not the longest chapter written, but I like this one. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!