Not Me

Written by Chibikan

AN: Thought I should mention that my interpretation of Little Hangleton is much like any creepy town found in fairytales. There will be very few mentions of modern muggle conveniences.

Chapter Two

Lucius took on the look of a muggle reporter, his hair pulled back in a sleek, handsome ponytail. He had decided that seeing as how he knew nothing of anyone in this town, the best way would be to just try and find the girl and talk to her directly. Walking into the now, much more awake, village, Lucius kept his eyes open for the girl matching the description his master had given him.

As he reached the village square, he saw a group of young ladies talking. Each carried a basket of items, presumably from the market. He smiled when he saw the Dark Lord's target. She was walking in the middle of the threesome, giggling at some joke they'd shared.

"Oh Lucy, you simply must…" One urged, a woman with short chocolate hair. "You simply must do it!"

"But I can't, my grandmother needs me here with here. I can't afford to go away to London." replied the center one.

"Take her with you," Argued the third, a fiery redhead. "they have doctors there. This is too good an opportunity. You could be the first in our town to go to the big city and make a success of yourself."

Lucy replied again. "We can't afford that. We can't afford the doctors in London. You know that Martha. We can barely afford the opinion of our own. And the trip itself could kill her. She's all I have left."

Lucius decided it was time to swoop in. He came up to her. "Excuse me, miss, may I have a few words?"

The blonde jumped as he approached her. "Who are you?"

"I am a reporter for the London Times. I travel from town to town, looking for the most interesting person to interview." Malfoy lied.

The other two giggled. They apparently had found something about him humorous. Muggles, he thought exasperatedly. The one they had called Lucy seemed thoughtful.

"Well, I don't know, I need to get home soon…."

"Oh, it won't take long at all. Do allow me this chance, dear child." He offered his arm kindly.

Martha pushed her. "Go for it, Lucy,"

That seemed to be all the encouragement and the young blonde went with Lucius. But only after she got a promise that it would take no longer than ten minutes. Her grandmother needed her.

Not too long after, Lucius returned to Riddle Manor, gratefully removing his disguise. Voldemort heard him and confronted him.

"Okay, her name is Lucinda Duthride, known as Lucy to her friends and family. Speaking of which, her family consists of her one elderly, frail, sickly grandmother. She enjoys music and art and was even offered a chance to sing at the Queen's Gala in London this summer." He went on almost without a breath. "But she refused to stay with her grandmother. She also likes watching the moon rise in the late evening and taking long walks by the stream in the forest. Oh, and she's twenty-one." Lucius finally concluded. "Master, may I inquire as to where this is going? What plan do you have for this girl?"

"No plan, Lucius. Well, not one that you're thinking of." The cold-hearted man smiled. So she was twenty-one, much younger than he, but…..he could change that. "I need to speak with Severus now. Lucius, send for him will you. The floo is already connected to his fires. Do be quick about it."

Ten minutes later, Severus Snape, the potions master of Hogwarts was before him. Snape kneeled before the Dark Lord. Lucius had not said what this about, simply said that master was acting strangely. "You summoned me, my lord?"

Voldemort eyed the potions master. "Yes, Severus. I need you to brew a potion for me. One that will be permanent, and will de-age me to 24."

Snape could not hide his surprise. "May I ask why, my lord?"

The smile on the man's face sent chills down Snape's spine. "You may ask if this works. Do you think you could have it ready in an hour?"

That was again an odd request. Yes, request, not order, but a request. A part of him wanted to ask who it was who was impersonating the Dark Lord and where they'd put him. But yes, he answered, he could have it ready in an hour. What was Voldemort up to? Should he warn Dumbledore?

AN: Done finally with another chapter. The de-aging potion? Several reasons, he's already robbing the cradle, he doesn't need to flaunt it, and not to mention, his face scares babies. We're not going to Phantom of the Opera after all.