Takes place during OotP…

At 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry listened quietly from his bed as he heard the rustle and bustle downstairs in the Dining Room.

He smiled. He had been waiting for an Order meeting to take place since he day he had arrived here. He had an idea he wanted to run by them.

He got out of his bed and silently put on his clothes.

He reached out to the door handle.

He remembered Sirius' words to him from eight days ago. "We are alerted during a nightly meeting if any doors are opened from your rooms."

The moment he pulled the door open, he darted downstairs as fast as he could. Knowing the door to the Dining Room was locked, he bashed his shoulder into the door.

Luckily for Harry, the door was so old it gave way instantly. However, Harry fell down with the door.

"GET OUT," screeched Molly.

"NO," yelled Harry. "I've been waiting for this meeting to happen. And I have an idea for you all."

"That is," he continued. "If Tonks is willing to go along with it."

"And what could Nymphadora be able to do to aid you," queried Dumbledore.

"Dumbledore," spoke Harry. "You should refer to her as Tonks. It sounds much cooler and more badass."

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Harry," blushed Tonks.

"Right, so here's my idea."

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Less than a week later the front page of the Daily Prophet had an astoundting picture and article.

The picture was of Voldemort himself casting the Dark Mark into the sky with his Death Eaters. The article was speaking of the return of You-Know-Who once again.

Cornelius Fudge tried to pass the story as an imposter, but no one was willing to listen to him anymore. He was kicked out of office one week later and was replaced by Amelia Bones as the Interim Minister, who promptly had her forces set up against Voldemort.

The thing was, Cornelius Fudge was correct.

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The self-styled Lord Voldemort stared at the article in shock.

How did this happen? He had wondered. He was nowhere near Diagon Alley that day. How in lord's name did someone manage to look like him?

Voldemort always ensured he stayed bald so no one could impersonate him with Polyjuice Potion.

He had only returned a mere two months ago, barely had any fighters or forces, and his biggest financial backer Lucius Malfoy had just been arrested the previous day.

He sat back with a permanent scowl as he once again wondered who the hell was the person who impersonated him.

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"Well, that got everyone believing you Harry," said Molly. "But are you sure it was wise."

"Molly, leave him be," smiled Dumbledore. "And besides, you made us the costumes."

"For god's sake Tonks, will you stop doing that," growled Moody as Lord Voldemort walked into the room.

Lord Voldemort smiled. It looked terrifying to everyone in the room.

"Wotcher, Harry," said Voldemort. "Now you shall meet your death."

Harry laughed.

AN: Just an idea. Hope you like it.