Disclaimer: Not mine. Sorry. "Oh Harry, oh I do love you" Ginny's voice was muffled as she still had her head buried in his chest. Hermione and Ron stood frozen on the spot and watch Harry look down at Ginny with those gleaming red eyes.

A.N: I am about to move house. There are boxes piled up to the ceiling and I am trying to juggle between packing, washing, sorting, looking after baby AND typing the next chapter of HP:TROLV!! This is how much I love you guys. I hope this answers a few questions....and creates a few more!?!) Enjoy! I promise that once I move I will write some VERY LONG chapters (okay well you know me, but certainly longer than these short chappies. )

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"Ginny," he said gently. Ginny looked up and gasped. She staggered backwards and pointed at Harry with shock and horror.

"No, no, no, no, no!" she cried.

Harry smiled pleasantly. It was odd. He looked like Harry, spoke like Harry and even smelt the same as Harry. Yet he most definitely was not Harry Potter.

"Voldemort!" Hermione squeaked. Ron grabbed Ginny and Hermione and pushed them behind his back, suddenly protective.

"Stay away, you measly sicko! YOU KILLED MY BEST MATE!" he got out his wand. Voldemort –in Harry's body – stopped smiling. Then he turned and vanished.

"Where did he go?" Ginny asked breathlessly. She was not sure how many more surprises she could take. Hermione let herself relax and sighed.

"He's apparated. Don't worry; he can't do any harm without a wand." Ron and Ginny gawked at her.

"Hermione – this is Voldemort we're talking about. He doesn't need a wand." Ron exclaimed. Hermione blushed. Ginny started to pace around the veil.

"What just happened?" she muttered, Ron and Hermione stared at her and shrugged.

"he called me- it must have been Voldemort – and I brought him back. I did this! Oh no, no, no. This is not good. Voldemort is in Harry's body." Ginny whipped round to Hermione and Ron.

"VOLDEMORT IS IN HARRY'S BODY!" she screamed. Hermione broke into action. She ran forward and held Ginny's arms and shushed her.

"It's going to be okay, we're going to sort this out." She said in a soothing tone. Ron frowned as he said

"Oh no, if Voldemort is in Harry's body, then he can pretend to be Harry and the world will think he lives and – " then he gawked "Voldemort could get away with loads if everyone thinks he's Harry. He could be worse than before!" he ended with a whimper. Hermione gave Ron a stern look.

"Not helping" she said curtly. Ginny began to cry.

She felt that every decision she had made was a foolish one. She could see failure everywhere. Death was all around her. Nothing she did would make things better. She used to be so strong and determined. Now she wanted to curl up and die.

"There's nothing we can do" she whimpered. Hermione and Ron shared a worried look. It seemed like all hope was lost.

The room was dark and cold with only moonlight flowing through the dusty windows on the immobile inhabitants within. The air stank of death. Yet suddenly, someone coughed, gasped and shuddered. The paint on the walls was peeling badly and there were large dusty cobwebs hanging from the broken chandelier. The walls, windows, broken furniture were untouched and unchanged for years, decades even; except for the thin red rope dividing the room from the corridor. A silver sign, gleaming in the moonlight with the magical letters spelling

"Here lies Draco Malfoy and Lord Voldemort left untouched for the wizarding world to see."

Harry coughed. His felt like his lungs hadn't been used in days. He was weak and frail. He was confused and groggy as it felt like he woke from a heavy slumber. Harry staggered to his feet and stood up. His back ached and his shoulders felt stiff.

"WH-"he tried to speak but his voice sounded strange. "Where am I?" he asked again in a thin voice unlike his own. He looked down to see himself wearing long black robes. His hands were so thin that the skin stretched over his knuckles tightly and his brittle bones were visible. More confusion roused in Harry's mind. He felt odd. What had happened? Had he not died? He tried to think about the last thing he remembered.

"Please. Let her go," Harry said weakly, his voice failing him. Voldemort loosened his grip on Ginny and looked at Harry with surprise.

"What's this? The famous Harry Potter, is pleading with me?" he asked softly. Harry hung his head and choked back tears. His world would fall apart his Voldemort killed Ginny, perhaps Malfoy was right.

Voldemort threw Ginny aside and strode over to Harry.

"Do I have a deal then?" he asked. Harry looked up at his snake like face.

"I let Ginny free, in exchange for your life," he said powerfully.

"NO!" Ginny screamed.

"Harry Don't!" Hermione pleaded as fresh tears leaked out of her eyes.

"He won't keep his word!" Ron reasoned loudly. Harry closed his eyes.

"I can't afford to lose Ginny," he said hoarsely.

"So Potter, do I have a deal? After 21 years of running are you finally going to give in to the Dark Lord?" Voldemort said almost kindly. Harry looked at Ginny, who looked desperately back at him her dark eyes shiny with tears.

"Please Harry," she whimpered. Harry glanced at Hermione and Ron who were both looking devastated and shook their heads furiously at him. Harry took a shuddering breath.

"We have a deal." He said in a low and defeated voice.

Voldemort clapped his hands together. "Good boy," he said as he took a few steps back and raised his wand.

"Any last words Harry?" He asked, Harry swallowed and slowly raised his head. He sighed and said,

"Yeah I got a couple of words to say," he said in a stronger voice. Voldemort inclined his head. Ginny covered her mouth with her hands. Hermione and Ron froze.

Harry smiled at Ginny then looked back at Voldemort.

"AVRADA KEDAVRA!" Harry roared, Voldemort had managed to raise his wand at the same time. Two jets of green light flashed in both directions. Harry heard screaming and someone shouting angrily. Then he made contact with the ground and knew no more.

"I'm dead" Harry said blankly.

Then he wondered why he was talking aloud? And why his voice sounded strange yet familiar. There was a long broken mirror standing in the corner of the dimly lit room. Harry forced his heavy legs to move and he walked towards it. Horror drowned his heart as he looked upon the face of Lord Voldemort. He jumped back. Voldemort did the same. He gasped. Voldemort in the mirror gasped.

He then proceeded to pull different faces which – had it been any other time Harry would have found the whole situation quite amusing – surprisingly, Voldemort stuck out his tongue, blew a kiss, slapped his bottom and sang "heads, shoulders, knees and toes".

Harry stopped moving and stood still. Voldemort did the same. The realization slowly dawned on him.

"I'm Lord Voldemort." He cried. Then he actually did cry. Harry died and came back as Lord Voldemort. He considered what the odds were of that happening and concluded that they were slim. How unlucky. What a hand! Rubbish.

"Now what?" he asked himself aloud. The moon reflected off his emerald eyes. Harry caught sight of this and leaned forward to inspect his green eyes. They looked odd against his thin white face and snake like nose.

"Well, at least I still have my eyes." He sighed.

After a few moments of absent-mindedness (presumably from the shock of everything) Harry decided that sitting around and brooding was counter-productive. He decided to get up and find someone. He was about to aparate when he realised that apparating in front of Hermione, Ron or Ginny would not be a good idea. At least, not with him looking like Voldemort. No. He needed to find his body. With that Harry made up his mind and apparated.

Hope that was a bit of comic relief for you all. haha. Can you tell I'm in an odd mood? Come on people, Sing with me! "HEADS, Shoulders, knees and toes....." hahahaha

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