A/N: I hope no one will be disappointed with this chapter. My friend convinced me to leave the last one where I did! :D

This is for Lumcer who is my new co-conspirator! Thanks for the ideas.

Chapter 7

-He didn't die. I don't know who my real godfather is but it is NOT Sirius Black. Sirius Black is a man who claimed to care about me yet it never occurred to him to tell me that I'm not a Potter. Sirius died, not my godfather.-

-You really hate being Harry Potter, don't you?-

-Just a tad.-

-No need to be sarcastic.-

-Oh yeah because you're any stranger to sarcasm.-

-Shut it. I have an idea.-

-Well then. Proceed dear brother.-

If anyone had looked over at the boy everyone assumed to be Harry Potter then they would have seen him completely zoned out. He looked as if his thoughts were miles away, but they weren't. They were only across the hall. And, if they had kept their eyes on him for a while, they would have seen the grin that spread across his face. His friends noticed and asked him why he was grinning creepily.

"Oh just an excellent idea for the disco, everyone will be so shocked!"

"Why am I getting a sense of impending doom?" Ron asked and the Gryffindors laughed.

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Harry, hidden by his invisibility cloak, strode down the seventh floor, pausing opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. He could see his twin stood nervously at the end of the corridor and after checking no one was around he decided to mess with him. He crept up and stood, face inches from Draco's and whipped off the cloak. Draco leapt backwards, hitting the wall with a girly shriek and Harry was laughing so hard he was bent double, tears of mirth gathering at the corner of his eyes. When both boys had calmed down, Harry from his hysterical laughter and Draco from the fright of an appearing head, Draco sent a death glare that could rival Snapes towards Harry.

"That was a nasty thing to do."

"It wasn't nasty, it was bloody hilarious!"

Draco just continued to glare and Harry started to stride down the corridor, thinking of what he wanted.

'I need a room where Draco and I can talk undisturbed. I need a room where Draco and I can talk undisturbed. I need a room where Draco and I can talk undisturbed.'

When he had repeated his third lap a large oak door appeared in the previously blank wall. He pushed it open and followed Draco in; the room was beautiful, decorated tastefully in deep blue and golden oak. There was a thick soft carpet and on the far side of the room was a window that looked out over the front path of the castle. On either side of the window was a four poster bed of varnished gold oak carved with elegant pictures. On the left were dragons, flitting and diving around each other and on the right were snakes, all size and shape, coiled and stretched out. The other half of the room was furnished like a living room. There was a fireplace and two overstuffed armchairs. The two boys sat down on the squishy chairs, facing each other. They both pulled their legs up beneath them and leaned their head on one hand, each unconsciously mirroring the other.

"So we now know that Dumbledore is trying to see if we know and, if so, if we are willing to risk others finding out. I think we should put our plan into place on the Hogsmeade day."

"Tomorrow?"

"Yes. Are you ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

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Harry Potter walked out to the carriages with Ron and Hermione. He paused at the door of the castle to tie his laces and when he looked up they'd moved away. He gave a long suffering sigh and walked to an empty carriage. McGonagall, Filch and Hagrid watched him pull the door shut and the carriage started to rock from side to side. Then a flash of green fire, tumbling and turning over itself, enveloped the carriage. There were screams from all directions as the fiendfire was banished and the three teachers paled and ran over to the ashes that were all that remained of the carriage.

In the forest to one side a pale boy threw the brittle wand in his hand to the ground and incinerated it. He laughed and portkeyed away as the news was spread.

Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived-no-more.

TBC…

A/N: hehehe think my cliffhangers are getting eviler and eviler! I blame my friend Dandelion, she's a bad influence.