Chapter Four: Elevator

Harry couldn't breathe. He couldn't even form a coherent thought right now. The Malfoys, My- my- family, but Lucius, my father, the chamber. Death Eater. Murderer. Out of all the families it could have been.

Harry was vaguely aware of Hermione putting up a silencing spell, and Ron backing away from him. This was just too surreal. And his parents. He had been found in a ritual circle, had his parents given him to Voldemort? Malfoy was evil. He was evil. His friends were going to abandon him. They wouldn't want to be around him now, not now when was a Malfoy of all things.

He became vaguely aware of Hermione and Ron shouting at eachother. Luckily Hermione had put up that silencing spell. He began listening to what they were saying.

"No! You listen Ronald," Hermione was saying, "Harry is our friend, don't you say things like that!"

"But Hermione! His entire family is are death eaters, what if he has dark magic! His family is made up of Slytherins!"

"Not every evil is from Slytherin! Look at Peter Pettigrew. He was a model Gryffindor, but he turned out to be one of Voldemort's servants. Your family doesn't define who you are as a person. You should know better."

Ron's face turned red, "Stop acting so high and mighty, how could you accept this? He's probably going to run to mummy and daddy right now! Probably knew all along and was playing the both of us for fools! Met up with his 'brother' after classes and spent the night laughing at us both!"

Harry finally found his voice, "Please," he said, his voice barely a whisper, "just, just, stop. I can't handle you two fighting right now." He stood up and began talking louder almost shouting.

"I finally get a family, the one thing I have always wanted since I was a toddler living under the stairs, and now I have one. Unfortunately it is a buried in sand and barb wire. Finally, I get a family, but they are death eaters! Did you ever think for one moment about HOW THIS IS AFFECTING ME!"

Hermione and Ron stared at Harry in shock. He was breathing hard and tears threatened to fall from the corners of his eyes. Harry didn't shout. most of the time he was mild mannered and quiet' even when Ron and Hermione were fighting, he didn't intervene. Now he was a mess.

Surprisingly, it was Ron who spoke first. His voice was accusing, "Prove to us then," he said, "Prove to us that you aren't simply spying on us. Prove that our friendship isn't a lie."

Harry looked at Ron in anger, "ALRIGHT THEN! HOW ABOUT WHEN WE FOUGHT A MOUNTAIN IN FIRST YEAR! OR RESCUED THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE! HOW ABOUT WHEN I SAVED YOUR BLOODY SISTER FROM A BASILISK!" He continued, his voice quieter, "MY apparent 'father' gave your sister that diary and I destroyed it. I almost died in the process. If Fawkes hadn't healed me I would be dead. Doesn't sound like I was following Daddy's orders does it? I don't care if you don't believe me anymore Ron, because if you don't trust me, then you weren't a friend worth having."

At this point Harry had tears of anger trailing down his face. Hermione and Ron too, both had tears on their faces.

Ron spoke up, "Harry...I'm...I'm...sorry. I didn't think…." He sighed, "I was raised to think all Malfoys were evil, and they couldn't be trusted. I was raised to think Slytherin and Dark were equivalent with bad, but I guess in the end I'm as much a bigot as the rest of them, just in a different sort of way. You're my friend Harry, and I shouldn't let you being a Malfoy get in the way of that."

Hermione nodded, "Same goes for me Harry, I never mattered to me who your parents are, you will always be my friend." With that she took both Ron and Harry in a hug, the three of them as close as friends as ever.

When they broke apart, Hermione said, "We really should be getting back, after all, Mr. Weasley is probably wondering where we are." The other two nodded and laughed and they slipped under the cloak, ready to leave.

Before they left the records room Ron said, "Bet you have blonde hair." Harry made a face at this. That had never occurred to him. In fact, he was probably Draco's twin. He didn't quite know how he felt about this.

They managed to get into the elevator without problem, and pressed the button for level two. The elevator started moving, but instead of going up it went down to level five, the Department of International Magical Cooperation.

All three of them froze. Someone else was getting on the lift. This wasn't part of the plan, no one was supposed to see them.

"Ron," Harry whispered, "do you actually have a sneakascope with you?"

"Yah, in my pocket," he said.

"Good," Harry said, "Give it to me so our story sounds a bit more credible." Ron handed over the sneakscope, and Harry put it in his pocket. The doors opened to reveal the last person they wanted to see right now, Lucius Malfoy.

Immediately Harry's face drained of all color and he seemed likely to faint. When Lucius caught sight of them his mouth turned up in a shark-like grin.

"Well, well, well," he started in an aristocratic drawl, "what do we have here? A few Gryffindors of on their own?"

Ron spoke first, his surprise somehow allowing him to speak, "W-w-we're," he stuttered, "here with my Dad...Harry…" He trailed off, not quite sure what to say, because even the mention of the word dad seemed to remind him of the truth.

Hermione was then able to find her voice, "He forgot his sneakscope in the atrium," she said matter-of-factly, "we found it, and are returning to level two. We didn't plan on making a stop at level five."

Harry still couldn't say anything. He looked frightened and shocked out of his mind. For some reason he thought Lucius would know who he was, although there was practically no way to tell, but the chances of meeting him now were so low. It was as if fate hated him.

"In that case," Lucius said, "You should be heading back." he pressed the level two button and the lift began going up. "I can't stand the stench of mudblood filth much longer."

Ron's face turned red, and without thinking he looked at Lucius Malfoy and said, "Funny, for an 'innocent' death eater you sound an awful lot like one."

Lucius' superiors face fell, and he looked at the three of them threateningly, "I wouldn't go accusing people of things like that Mr. Weasley. I would be careful or you might find yourself in an unfortunate situation." not to miss a jab at the boy-who-lived he continued, "Much like Mr. Potter's parents."

At the end of this declaration two things happened at once. The elevator opened at level two, and Harry began laughing uncontrollably. Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance and then grabbed Harry, pulling him out of the elevator. Ron found it quite satisfying to watch the confused and slightly scared face of Lucius Malfoy disappear and as the elevator doors shut.

They pulled Harry to a corner as they tried to calm him down. He was still laughing and it was starting to scare both of them.

"Harry!" Hermione said, "Pay attention!" she slapped him on the face, and Harry stopped laughing. He looked at both Ron and Hermione and said, "Did that really just happen?"

Ron nodded and Harry let out a quiet snicker, "Fate hates me. I can't believe….I was barely holding it together, you know? And then when he said the part about my parents."

Hermione cracked a smile, "It was rather funny, wasn't it?"

"Only funny?" Ron said, "That was down right hilarious! And then you should have seen his face as the elevator shut. He thought you had gone mad."

This time all three of them laughed, needing to find something funny out of this dismal situation. They headed back to Mr. Weasley, who asked why they were gone so long, and then continued to show them around his office.

This would have been interesting to Harry any other time, but right now he had bigger things to think on. First off, what to do when he turned fifteen. He had about a year before he actually became Antonius, and what a posh name that was. Then again, it could have been worse, at least he could shorten his birth name to Toni or something.

Harry could try to find a way to reset the charmes, but he think he needed blood of the Potters, which is something he couldn't get. Not only because he was against grave robbing, but because there probably wasn't any blood left. there was a possibility of there being another kind of charm, but he didn't think it would be as permanent. He could always rip his hair out and take polyjuice, but Harry didn't know if his hair would turn him into Harry Potter or Antonius Malfoy, that would actually be an interesting experiment.

Technically the charms were only on his appearance, so if someone else took an polyjuice potion of himself, he didn't think the charms would hold. Harry wondered if he could get Ron to do this for him, after all he would really like to see what he looked like.

Another thought suddenly came to Harry did that mean his voice also sounded like Malfoy's? He had never heard any correlation before, but Harry had a Surrey accent, which was very different from the Malfoy's upper class drawling accents.

He decided to try this maybe a bit later, when Mr. Weasley wasn't excitedly babbling on about muggles. The day went quickly, and before Harry knew it he was in a bed next to Ron's in the burrow. Hermione was also there, and all three of them were talking excitedly about the world cup.

"Sure, Fred and George say ireland is going to win, but Bulgaria has Krum," Ron said.

"Krum?" asked Harry, he didn't know who this Krum guy was.

"You don't know who Krum is?" said Ron, "He is one of the best seekers to ever fly! He's amazing, and he is still in school. I believe he goes to Durmstrang."

After a bit more quidditch talk harry brought up his polyjuice idea. "I would really like to see what I look like before the charms break, you know."

"But Harry!" Ron said, "I would end up looking like a Malfoy for about an hour…fine, I'll do it, but how are we going to get the ingredients?

"We could get them when we go to Diagon to get our school supplies," Hermione said, "but are you sure this will work?"

"I think it will," Harry said. "I mean it makes sense, doesn't it? The charm only affect my appearance."

"Then how come you don't sound like Malfoy?" Ron asked.

Harry rubbed his hand on the back of his neck sheepishly,"Well," he said, "I think I do. After all, I live in Surrey, and Malfoy has that posh accent."

"Go on then," Hermione said, "Say something...Dracoish."

Harry cleared his throat and said in the poshest accent he could muster, "My father will hear about this!"

Ron and Hermione began laughing. "You sound exactly like him. Do you know what we could do with this?" Ron said.

"I guess we could play some pranks or something," Harry said, "I could owl Sirius and have him give me some ideas. After all, he was a Marauder."

They continued talking long into the night about every topic they could think of, and soon Hermione had left and Harry and Ron had begun to fall asleep. For the first time in a while, Harry slept well, and his dreams were full of flying and snitches.

Author's Note: And here's another chapter! Sorry there wasn't much action, but next chapter is the world cup, and I plan to have lots of fun with that….Draco and Harry interaction, death eaters, and much more. I'll try to have it posted within the next week. The ending of this chapter was a bit choppy, but my inspiration for this chapter just stopped, so I ended it...