-Just a little something I thought up. Not sure if it'll go anywhere, but since my other fics are winding down I didn't think it would hurt to start a new one. Definitely going to be a Harry/Voldemort fic folks. If this doesn't interest you you should probably get your kicks elsewhere. Title might change too. We shall see.

July came blistering through the United Kingdom with its tepid heat. It killed the grass, brought out the bugs and sent bodies fleeing into every spare inch of space they could find to get out of its burning touch. Rancid sweat and grime clung to human skin and brought the flies out in torrents to buzz around garbage piles and discarded waste.

But there was nothing for it. The Dark Revel could not be canceled, not two days from the event in question. Everything was already set in motion. Severus Snape had been helping the United Federation Of Dark Arts Practitioners organize this event for months now, and this year the United Kingdom had been chosen to sponsor the event. They couldn't stop it now. Everything was already underway.

But boy, no cooling charm would reach his skin or keep the sweat off of brow.

Its a good thing the Revel is a night event, rather than during the day. I don't think anybody could have handled it.

He had already stripped off his outer robes, switched out his heavy jacket for a light shirt, and had amused Lucius Malfoy to no end by finally donning a pair of khaki shorts.

"Muggle clothes may not be sophisticated and decent, but they're practical," Severus had argued. "I'll make sure to switch to wizards robes before the others come, have no fear. But first I need to get all this paperwork done."

Which was what he was doing now. Going through all the requests for attendance, counting the registration funds, ordering supplies for the event, going over every last name in question for possibly suspicious links. No way in hades would somebody get into this event without being firmly entrenched in the Dark Arts or a Dark Arts family.

Unless of course they were youths. Youths were the reason for this two week celebration to begin with; new recruits. Every Dark magic user with eyes to rule the world, from the United States to Japan, used the Revel as a recruitment center. Educational demonstrations, dances, cook outs, camp outs, match making, it was a teenage Dark wizard's holiday.

Lots of fresh blood.

In this manner the Federation was more adept in making international allies then the Ministry of Magic. With recruits for each organized group coming from every country possible it made for great networking. Severus Snape was worried though as he looked through his lists and lists of people.

So many people are registering, it could be possible the Ministry will try to infiltrate the event...Anyone fourteen to seventeen who is invited by a relative or friend can come into the event unchallenged.

Severus was just about pondering some iced pumpkin juice, and a break, when Lucius came slowly walking into his workroom, a letter in his hand and his hands clutching what must have been money. He looked very hot in his summer robes, but wouldn't accede a single note to Muggle practicality over Wizarding pride.

Salazar...just looking at him makes me want to take off another layer. I don't know how he can handle this heat!

Lucius was helping him register people for the event, down to the last minute. Which was why they were already set up with their tent at the camp grounds, rather than staying back at Headquarters with their Lord. They had to personally make sure everything went smoothly and that the Ministry couldn't get one foot inside the grounds.

"Severus..." Lucius said vaguely, as he scanned the letter in his hands. "I do believe I have a most interesting applicant here..."

"All of them are rather interesting," Severus chuckled. "What makes this one so interesting?"

"Well, its a relative," Malfoy passed over the letter to Severus. "My nephew, Jonathan, whom I haven't seen since he was three years old."

What on Earth...? Severus thought wildly. I thought Jonathan Malfoy was dead?

But he disguised his shock well.
"Well well well," Severus chuckled. "I thought your brother was ignoring with you?"

"Ignatius is pretty hands off with the Dark Arts and me, it true. His wife Mary was more well acquainted with the Old Ways. But he pressured her into the marriage, and into moving to the United States. I haven't heard from my brother in years."

Severus picked over the letter slowly. What was going on? Who was trying to get into the event under the disguise of this dead youth?

"Your nephew, what can you tell me about him?"

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing," Lucius shook his head miserably. "Ignatius didn't want me influencing him negatively, so he hasn't ever visited me. Narcissa has met him twice when he was little, but she and Mary had a falling out as well. But the boy has had so many health problems he spends most of his time in hospitals. They've had to home school him. I'm surprised he's managing to make this trip. But he's seventeen now, so its likely he's no longer living with his parents."

Somebody is using Jonathan as a cover...and Lucius doesn't even know! He doesn't know his own nephew is dead! What are Mary and Ignatius up to?
"Sounds like adolescent rebellion may be his reason for coming to the Revel," Severus said, and looked up at Lucius pointedly. "Do I add him?"

Lucius actually hesitated a moment, smoothing the coins in his fingers with his thumb and forefinger for several moments before finally nodding and dropping them into the pile with the rest of the money on the table.

"Yes...for a chance to wrest control of my estranged nephew from my brother, and to finally have a family member Draco's age that he can befriend, I think it is worth the lack of knowledge I have of my nephew's allegiances. It might help smooth things over for me with our Lord if I give him another fresh young man to try and initiate."

"He's a youth, so he'd be able to enter the campgrounds either way," Severus said pointedly, putting the name into the book of registered applicants with a shaking hand. "And youths are the easiest to recruit. Lets hope that he chooses to recruit with us, instead of the other powers that may show up at the Revel."

This comment brought a change of light to Lucius' eyes, a change from confusion to concern.

"Our Lord will reinstate his control over the United Kingdom I'm sure. But I fear he may have some work to do if he wants to control the Federation."

"I'm sure our Lord can handle it," Severus said, vaguely putting down his quill. "I just hope that the Federation doesn't underestimate his power and authority again. I would hate to see the Federation fall."

"As would I. Our world is full of muggles and filth and half-breeds. We must maintain a purely wizarding unity, and the Federation does this with excellence."

Severus nodded.

I only hope that our Lord doesn't try to take over the Federation and control it. Too many strong leaders have risen in our world who would take issue with this. And the Dark Lord isn't the only person now who is capable of using the Unforgiveables. The Federation no longer fears him as they once did, and he is vulnerable without his Horcruxes. Will he understand? Will he accept it? Will he accede the power lines gracefully?

Their only hope was that Lord Voldemort listened to the sage advice of Severus Snape, his most faithful servant. That he didn't try to take things into his own hands too soon or too quickly.

I am the only chair member in the Federation who is a Death Eater. It will come down to whether our Lord wishes to take my seat, or whether he'll leave me in charge of dealing with the Federation. We shall soon see.

---

Everyone in the kitchen at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place jerked their heads when an owl soared into the open window without fuss, a letter clutched in its talons. It flew down to Harry Potter without much presentation, and dropped the letter into his lap.

"Hm," said Harry, then he looked around at the rest of the Order of the Phoenix. "The Malfoy Seal. I guess I should open it."

"Go ahead Harry," said Kingsley. "We've been waiting for this, no need to put it off."

It was an intense moment of their staring at him, and biting their lips, as he carefully tore the edge of the envelope and pulled out the contents within. One was a letter from Ignatius Malfoy, which he carefully read over twice. There was also second envelope, which he dutifully opened. Inside it were two slips of paper. One was a letter, and one was a receipt of payment.

"Yes, I'm in!" said Harry with a grin. "Excellent!"

Everyone exhaled in relief.

"Remind me to thank Ignatius and Mary for keeping their son's death a secret all these years," said Kingsley with a heady breath of relief. "It has given us an unsurmountable advantage."

"We can't trust them though," Moody said solemnly. "I think we should keep the Order watching them while Potter is away."

"I agree," said Minerva McGonagall. "Once Potter infiltrates the Revel he'll have his chance, this one chance, to destroy Lord Voldemort once and for all. Nothing can get in his way."

A silence filled the kitchen and Harry held the papers in shaking hands.

"You understand that there will be nothing we can do to help you once you enter the Revel?" Remus Lupin said firmly. "It'll all be under a Secret Keeper spell for certain, and unsurmountable wards and traps and protections..."

"I understand," Harry said. "Hopefully things will go smoothly. Nobody would suspect a Malfoy of doing anything untoward. I'll slip right through without so much as another glance."

Moody chuckled.

"Looking forward to being anonymous are you?" he said knowingly.

Harry smiled and ran a hand roughly through his hair.

"Things have certainly been different without the scar," said Harry. "If only I had know earlier I that it could be removed, I would have done it years ago. Would have saved me some unfortunate headaches...and some pain..."

Another long silence in which Molly Weasley could do nothing but weep. Then Minerva McGonagall stood.

"We'd best get started your appearance modifications then," said she. "We have two days to make you look like a Malfoy, and then the Malfoys themselves will be here to drill you on their personal information, and then you'll be off."

"Oh Harry," said Hermione, for the first time since the meeting began. "If only we could go with you!"

"You all have done so much for me already," said Harry, taking her hand to squeeze gently. "And I love you all for it."

"Remember to keep your hatred of those people well guarded," said Moody gruffly, making quite dismally his own sorrow. "I've taught you Occlumency and everything you need to know. You do the rest right, and you'll have smooth sailing."

Harry nodded firmly, and crushed the receipt in his hand. In the end, nothing mattered but destroying Lord Voldemort once and for all, and possibly some his followers too. It all depended upon this last act of courage.

"Good luck Harry," said Arthur Weasley quietly. "You'll be in our prayers."

---

Morning fell in a sprinkle of rain as Harry approached the dark forest with some trepidation. His heart was pounding fearfully, but he took a deep breath and slowed his pace to a calmer speed. He was rushing, but if he didn't go at this calmly he would mess it up.

His transformation was startling. Even he hadn't recognized himself. A hair dying potion had basically bleached his hair. They had gone at his hair with every hair styling spell they could come up with until they had settled on a softer curled style that matched the pictures of baby Jonathan and his mother.

His eyes were now a blue-gray that reminded Harry much of his own father's eyes. Until of course they started the transfiguration work to change the angle of his eyes, his mouth, and to give his nose more of a point. These transformations wouldn't last forever though; he had until the end of the month until he started turning back into a Potter again. But for the time being he was pretty and blond.

I look like a curly haired Draco!

With some rather expensive robes tucked away in his shiny new trunk emblazoned with the Malfoy family crest and colors, he walked across the grass towards the entry point, keeping the rain off of his blond head with a charm. His current clothing was a somber dark blue cloak kept closed with a silver serpent and M letter broach that Harry couldn't begin to guess the cost of, but had once been a gift from Lucius Malfoy to his brother many years past. His new adoptive family had spent many weeks previous teaching him everything from manners to family gossip and everything he needed to answer every potential question. From table etiquette to Narcissa Malfoy's middle name, he knew it all.

At least he hoped he did. He was losing his nerve now as he got closer to the dark rainy camp grounds, with its misty trees and its dark mysterious valley. He saw nothing in the darkness ahead of him, save for a long wooden table, which was the checkpoint he had to pass to obtain the Secret Keeper letter he needed to discover the location of the Revel. A group of men were crowded around it making some sort of commotion and being kept back at wand point by a pair of ugly looking guards.

"Come on Grady," said a voice that was quite familiarly Stan Shunpike's voice. "I just got outta prison, have a heart!"

"We don't let idiots and Ministry squealers into the Revel," said the man behind the table.

The men all started talking and complaining at once, two men actually tried to bribe their way in and two threatened to do bodily harm to the table attendant if he didn't get them a meeting with the registrar immediately.

I'll never get in at this rate...time for drastic measures...

Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at the crowd. At once the people there were levitated and shunted off to the sides, parting like the red sea and giving Harry a clear path to the table. Everyone went simultaneously silent as he approached, his trunk wheels squelching in the wet grass as he walked forward, not saying a word.

This table was being sheltered from the rain in the same manner as Harry, with a charm. The attendant, Grady, gave him a stunned and slightly grateful look. Grady was dressed in rain gear and low class threads, so normally anyone with the Malfoy name wouldn't have given the man a second look. But being that the man was in an obvious position of power, Harry did look at him, vaguely, and nodded, passing over his registration letter.

"Name?"

"Jonathan Malfoy," said Harry, his own voice sounding unfamiliar to himself after weeks of training to give him an upper crust accent, with a slight American twang. The only thing that couldn't be changed permanently with a spell was a voice, and this was the one thing they agreed would need to be changed by habit and practice rather than magic.

But it had its effect. Everyone stayed silent as Grady went through the lists.

"You're on here," said Grady, who then passed him a sealed envelope and a booklet. "Here is your letter and itinerary, do not share the contents of this letter with anybody and make sure to burn the Secret Keeper letter once you have it memorized."

"Thank you, kindly," Harry said with a nod, taking the packet, and moved around the table away from the gawking group towards the dark trees beyond. He turned around and glared at the rowdy group, as if daring them to try and follow him to peek at his letter, before slitting the envelope open and pulling out the piece of paper.

Hah, I thought so, thought Harry as he read it. Spelled so only one person can ever read it. But just in case...

He burned it. And vanished the ashes. Now, with the contents memorized, he looked at the forest and smiled. There was a clear path through the trees to the camp ground he now knew lay beyond it, and he took that path resolutely.

Now all I need to do is convince Lucius Malfoy that I'm his nephew, get past Snape's keen radar, and settle myself into the camp as if I were one of them, just another Dark Wizard.

Easier said then done. The camp grounds were a bustle of heady activity, mostly centered upon sheltering people and objects from the unexpected rain. Some braver men were plying their wares to the quickly passing crowds, most of them offering some sort of shady rain apparatuses or quick drying clothes and the like. Women, very lewdly dressed women, were curling up to the menfolk with appreciative glances. Harry had to do a double-take at this; these were in fact the men's wives and they weren't lewdly dressed, the rain had simply plastered their silk dresses to their skin.

In fact, the people running back and forth weren't fleeing from the rain, they actually seemed to be enjoying themselves, in fact, they were reveling in it!

Well, even Dark wizards need a break from the heat I suppose.

Harry wove his way through the crowds, feeling his nerves standing on end as he went in the direction of what could only be the registrar's tent. It had a big red painted sign that said 'Registrar's Office' on it.

Now here I am...I'm suppose to get my supplies and my tent assignment and...

"Jonathan!"

It took two shouts of the name for Harry to remember that this was his own name now and he was the one being addressed. Harry jerked upright, and turned his head around to identify the speaker.

Didn't have to wait to long to pick out Lucius Malfoy in the crowd. The blond haired Death Eater was fast approaching him with long paced strides and a nervous smile on his face.

"Uncle?" said Harry, forcing himself to smile though he wanted to tear the man's blond hair out of his head. "Uncle Lucius?"

"Nephew!" said Malfoy brightly. "I haven't seen you since you were baby! Stand still, let me look at you. Ah," the man seemed to take in a deep breath. "You look like your father all right. Mother's curls though. Goodness gracious. You could be Draco's twin. Ah, but I'll have to take you to meet him! Have you registered yet? Lets get that done first, no time like the present!"

Harry was shuffled without any ceremony into the registration tent and Malfoy quickly and smoothly maneuvered him through the crowd inside, much to the dismay of those who had been waiting here in line.

"Severus, look who it is!" said Malfoy proudly. "My nephew Jonathan!"

Harry had to mask his astonishment quickly as the greasy haired bane of his existence slipped out from behind his table to indeed come have a look. Severus Snape hadn't changed a hair since Harry had last seen him, save for the fact that he was soaking wet, said hair plastered to his face, which signified to Harry that he had been much too busy to shield himself from the rain with a spell.

Or maybe he was revelling in the rain too...

"Salazar preserve me," the man said, a strange choking sound to his voice and eyes that made Harry feel pointedly uncomfortable. "He looks just like Draco."

"Just for the curls," Malfoy said, fingering Harry's hair, and Harry pointedly jerked his head away. "Jonathan, this is Severus Snape," he gestured to the man with a leisurely hand. "My best friend of many years and the organizer of this event. Shake hands with him then, mind your manners."

Harry did shake hands with Snape, forcing the bile to stay in his stomach as he put on a weak smile. The man was staring at him.

"Its a pleasure to meet you Mister Snape," said Harry, remembering to put the twang to his voice. "I've read about you in Uncle's letters."

"Ah, so Mary was sharing her post with you," said Malfoy at once. "I wasn't sure...Oh, Severus, before I forget, he is sharing with Draco isn't?"

"Yes," said Snape, rolling his eyes as if that question had been asked a billion times already. "I've already done his registration, let me just get his envelope and you can show him where he's staying. Don't worry about supplies, I've made sure his tent was stocked up."

"Excellent, come along then Jonathan. Draco has just been frantic to meet you. I'm sure you'll be just like brothers."

Right, thought Harry sourly as he was shuffled out into the rain again. Brothers...If I don't strangle him on sight.

No, it wasn't going to be easy, this impersonation of another person. But Harry was going to do it, no matter what the costs.

For Dumbledore...for Sirius...Cedric...my parents. Everyone else who has lost their lives to these miserable shits. I'll do it for them. So help me, if I have to become Draco Malfoy's best buddy I'll do it; if it means putting an end to Lord Voldemort once and for all!