IDENTITY CRISIS

CHAPTER 2, PART I: Another's Life; Malfoy Manor

"Owww..."

Tom's face was throbbing, as was the rest of him, with pain. He was lying face down on a cold stone floor. Gingerly, he made an attempt to move, and it worked. He wasn't dead after all. He slowly got to his feet, wincing and nursing his nose. Looking around the room, he realized that he was no longer sitting on the set of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

It appeared to be a circular stone bedroom. The walls and floor were stone and grey, but the furniture was very extravagant and expensive-looking. The bed was a cherry-oak four poster, with black velvet hangings trimmed in silver. There was a matching armoir, carved intracately with patterns of snakes. It was very beautiful, yet it discomforted him slightly. There was a rather large mirror of matching oak in the corner (Tom noticed it had an engravement, but he couldn't read it; it seemed to be a different language), a large desk, and a few black leather chairs. He was just beginning to wonder "Where am I and Oh my God how am I going to get home?!", when there was a knock at the large oak door.

"Yes..?" Tom said aprehensivley.

"Master Draco, your Father, Master Lucius, wishes to see you in the library," came a slighlty muffled, very proper voice from the other side of the door.

"Um...one second," Tom said. He had absolutley no idea what was going on. He smoothed down his dyed blonde hair and opened the door with a shaking hand. A tall, skinny man who looked to be in his early fifties was standing there, all dressed in black, with a towel draped over his arm.

He was a butler.

"Follow me, Master Draco," said the butler, and Tom, scared speechless and bewildered but not knowing what else to do, obeyed.

They walked through corridors and hallways and even some secret passages for what seemed like hours through the huge manor. Along the way, Tom witnessed large, moving portraits of people who all seemed to have, what he recognized as, "The Malfoy Family Sneer".

This is not happening, Tom thought to himself as a portrait of a man who looked suspiciously like a vampire bared it's teeth at him. After what felt like a week (but it was really twenty minutes), they reached another large door.

"Here we are, Master Draco," said the butler. He knocked three times on the door. A curt, cold male voice came from inside. "Come in," it said. The butler opened the door for Tom, and Tom found himself in a dimly lit room, the walls lined with shelves of books, a large desk along one wall, a few green chairs, and a fire in the large fireplace. Sitting at the huge desk was a man. His silver blonde hair and grey eyes matched that of Tom's hair bleach and contacts. He smiled (a smile that did not reach his eyes) when Tom came in.

"Thank you, Jeeves," he said to the butler. Then, beckoning Tom over, he said, "Come and sit, son." Tom obeyed.

"Y-you wanted to see me?" Tom asked, trying and failing to sound as he felt Draco would when addressing his father. However, Lucius Malfoy seemed not to take notice.

"We're having a Meeting this evening, and I expect you to abide by the dress code," he said sternly.

"Er-Yes, Father," Tom replied lamely. What the hell was going on?

"And one more thing, Draco," Lucius Malfoy said as Tom got up to leave.

"You need to put on your best travel cloak; we'll be leaving shortly to meet the Changs."

"Yes, Father," Tom said again. As he made his way back to what he assumed was Draco's room, his head whirled with questions. Why was he here? How was he here? What would happen if they found him out? And... if he was here, and the real Draco Malfoy was back on the movie set....

What havoc would Draco wreac on Tom's friends?!

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"Draco! Narcissa! Come now!"

"Yes, Lucius, we're coming!"

"Yeah what she said," called Tom. He hurried down the marble staircase behind who he supposed must be Draco's mother. Of all the people Tom had met so far in this wizarding world, she'd been the nicest. She was much gentler than she appeared in public, and her husband wasn't very nice to her. Yet she was still kind with her son (well, what she believed to be her son, anyway).

Once they'd run down the stairs, Lucius Malfoy accompanied them outside and into a black carraige encrusted with the Malfoy Family Crest.

"Tsk, Draco, come here, darling, let me fix your hair," said Narcissa once they were inside and moving.

"Nar--mum," Tom said, sturggling against Draco's mother's efforts.

"Stop it--please, not the spit--no--father, a little help--mum!--"

Through Narcissa's fussing, Tom noticed that Lucius was watching (ignoring Tom's pleading for help), smiling bemusedly at the two of them. After an hour or so of this 'cruel and unusual punishment', as Tom thought of it, the carraige finally came to a halt. A short, elvish-looking something-or-other, in a footman's uniform (also with the Malfoy Famiy Crest), opened the carriage door for them and fixed a small footstep (also balck and with the crest, 'Good Lord these people are concieted,' Tom thought). It then stood back, making way for Lucius Malfoy, who stepped out of the carraige nonchalantly, and then held out his hand for his wife. She took it and stepped out gracefully, and then turned to smile at her 'son'.

"Come on, honey," she said gently.

Tom stepped clumsily out, nearly knocking Lucius over.

"Sorry Father--" he stammered breathlessly.

"It's alright, boy, now come on! We haven't got all day," Lucius barked, straightening his cloak, Narcissa hurredly straightening Tom's.

The three made their way across King's Cross Station until they stopped at platform Nine.

"They should be arriving off of this train," said Lucius, taking out a pocket watch and glancing at it. Just then, they turned as they heard hurried footsteps behind them.

"Amos Diggory? What are you doing here?" asked Lucius, surprised. Mr. Diggory looked at his wife, then back at Tom and the Malfoys.

"We're waiting on the arrival of our neice, Marpessa. My wife and I feel that it should be good for us to have her come to visit us for a while, after losing Cedric," he explained, somewhat sadly. "And you?"

"We're waiting for Shang and Min Chang to return from their expedition to China," Lucius replied.

"Oh that's right, they went to make peace with the Chinese Minister of Magic, didn't they?" said Mrs. Diggory thoughtfully.

"Ah..yes, yes, that's right, they did," sneered Lucius Malfoy. He then turned to Tom. "Made real peace of him, they did, slit his throat and shut him up, didn't they?" he chuckled. Tom gulped. What the hell-?

"Ah, Shang, Min, how nice to see you!" said Narcissa, starting foreward to hug the woman that had just stepped off the train.

"Hello, Chang," said Lucius in an oily voice.

"Ah, Lucius, hello!" said Shang Chang. "I hope I find you well?"

"Ah, yes. Well indeed. How was your trip?"

Shang Chang half-glanced toward the Diggorry's, who were waiting for their neice to get off the train, and moved closer.

"We found alot of treasure. Master will be very pleased." Lucius smiled indulgantly at this.

"And the princess?"

"On her way."

Tom was now very afraid. He did not want to hear this conversation. But he was distracted; the Diggory's neice had stepped off the train. She looked nothing like them; she was black-haired and rather spooky; her blue eyes would have been lovely had they not been shadowed with all that make-up. Tom heard her say "Oi there, Uncle Amos, help me with this, will you? I've got all me peircing and tattoo equipment in there..."

"Draco, let's get a move on, shall we?" Tom heard Narcissa's voice in his ear.

CHAPTER 2, Part II: Another's Life; On the Set of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

"Hey, Tom, did you finish your Algebra lesson?"

"Er, what?"

"You know, those few pages our tutor left for you. I skivved mine; I'll finish it later."

"Uhm....right, yeah, me too." Draco had no idea what Algebra was supposed to be. He also had no idea who this person was, but they seemed to know that good-looking bloke who'd dressed like Draco himself; this guy kept calling Draco 'Tom' and talking to him like old pals. Draco played along; he wanted a little fun with these Muggles before he killed them all in his usual lazy, superior manner. But he intensley disliked this boy who kept talking to him. He looked WAY too much like Harry Potter, and anyone with a likeness to Harry Potter must be absolutley disgusting, just like Potter himself.

"Dan! Tom! We've been looking everywhere for you!" called a new male voice. Draco turned and saw a very red-headed boy and a bushy-haired girl coming toward them. Draco felt a new surge of utmost dislike. But he still kept a good face.

"Really? What for?" he said in a pleasant voice that sounded very un-Draco-ish.

"Silly!" said the girl, slapping his arm playfully, and he winced internally ("Granger-ness!" he thought. "Gads!"). "We're shooting the Top Box scene now! C'mon, Dan. And you, Tom."

And she pulled them both away, with the redhaeded Weasley look-alike laughing, causing Draco great emotional suffering.

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"Ah, Lucius, this is your son!"

"Oooooh, he's sooo handsome, Lucius, just like yourself..."

"Yes, positively delicious..." said a young dark-headed woman who would have been pretty had it not been for what looked suspiciously like fangs dominating her mischevious smile. Lucious chuckled and laid a hand on Tom's shoulder.

"Now Ivanna, we'll have none of that," he said playfully. "This one is my heir! You can't have him. Now, excuse us, ladies, but the Dark Lord wishes us in his presence..." and he steered a nervous Tom toward the end of the large ballroom that the Meeting was being held in. This room was jam-packed of what he supposed must have been Death Eaters. They all called to he and Lucius jovially with various greetings as they passed, until they came upon him, and dude, was he scary.

"Lucius Malfoy," he hissed, his red eyes gleaming eerily in the dim candlelit room.

"Yes, Master," said Lucius, bowing. Tom took his lead and bowed as well. "And...Draco? My, you have gotten...taller."

"Erm...yes, My Lord," Tom inclined his head again, knowing not what to say. "Adolecence has..uh..taken it's toll, I suppose..." Voldemort raised a hairless eyebrow.

"Yes. Lucius, I wanted to speak with you about this heir of yours. It seems as though he is growing older, and yet we still have not found him a match. But tonight is the night that we organize and tie up our loose ends, and by the end of the night, he will be engaged to someone. We just have yet to figure out who she should be."

"Yes, Master," Lucius said. "But how do we go about this decision?"

Oh, God, they want me to get married? Tom thought, beginning to panic.

"Simple. We call the expert. Wormtail!" Voldemort barked to the rat-like litte man at his side, who jumped. "Go and fetch for me my favorite Death Eater. I need to speak with Bellatrix Lestrange."

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"Ow! Hey!"

"Oh! I'm terribly sorry--"

"Who--oh..."

Draco straightened. Very rarely did he trip and fall, or even stumble, but just now he had done a full-fleged belly-flop. The small creature that had accidentally caused his blunder was now blushing up at him, looking very sorry. The evil in him made him dislike the little thing; all that red hair...this girl was supposed to be Ginny Weasley. But Draco knew he couldn't blow his cover yet, so he made nice-like.

"Oh, that's alright, erm, Bonnie?" It had come out as a question, because he'd only barely recalled her name from the painful conversation he'd had with Emma Watson, the Granger-like girl. Bonnie Wright seemed not to notice.

"Are you hurt?"

"No, no I'm fine. Er--what's that?"

"The fasten to your cloak. It fell off."

"Oh." Draco plucked the silver snake from her small hands and tried to re-fasten it, but he couldn't figure out how things were supposed to be fixed without magic.

"Tut, here, let me help you--" Bonnie reached for him and fixed the clasp with ease. Draco noticed that her shiny red hair smelled of fragrant flowers.

"Thanks," he said, a little confused at how she was a filthy Muggle and yet she seemed so--so clean...and able to do with ease the small tasks that he could not manage without his wand.

Her name is Bonnie, he thought to himself. Bonnie Wright, not Ginny Weasley.

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Chapter 2, Part III: Bellatrix Lestrange, Expert Matchmaker...?

Bellatrix Lestrange was a really scary lady.

"Now Draco," she'd said after Voldemort had instructed her to find a suitable wife for the heir of an important Death Eater. "You are a very handsome young man, with lots of money, and charm, and cunning, and dress sense." She draped a long, ghostly-white arm over his shoulders and drew him close to her, her shining black hair surrounding them both. She had a bittersweet smell that was intoxicating, and it reminded Tom of a tasteless poison that had been doused with sugar. "We need to find you a pretty little girl with a head on her shoulders that will produce healthy, beautiful children and be a good Bride of Death." So Death Eater's wives are called Brides of Death. Creepy, oh so creepy.

"Er-" said Tom. There was a huge lump of something or other in his throat. He suspected the lump was made half of fear and half of sheer bewilderment.

"Hmmm...Pansy Parkinson...she's the daughter of an important Death Eater, but... a little too pug-faced, don't you think? And rather flighty, I'd say. Now, I know she's your girlfriend," said Bella, mistaking Tom's look of confusion (he didn't know who Pansy Parkinson was) for an expression of indignation, "but frankly, she's no good for you. Millicent Bulstrode, can we say Mannish Anne? We're not even going to go there...Hmm....oh, look at that. I think I've found her."

Bella Lestrange was looking straight ahead through a part in the mass of black-clad Death Eaters and their wives and children. Tom followed her gaze, and saw a sight that took his breath away.

In robes of deep blue, her dark eyes glittering in the candlelight, was a raven-haired creature with a face that Tom knew he'd seen before. A man and woman moved toward the girl and Tom recognized them instantly; Shang and Min Chang. They began talking to this girl with slanted eyes who was the obvious Chang daughter.

"Yes, I think Cho Chang would make an excellent Bride of Death for the future general of our army," said Bellatrix happily in Tom's ear.

But I'm not who you think I am, he thought. This is another's life, and if I don't find a way out, Il'l be forced to live it.

"Um, will you excuse me a minute? I-er-need to go--check my hair--" Tom stammered at the Lestrange Lady. He turned and made his way hurriedly out of the hall. Once he had shut the doors behind him he broke into a run and he ran like mad all the way to Draco's room. He shut the door behind him and locked it.

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"AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!"

Harry and Ron started. For a split second, they looked at each other, wide-eyed; then they ran out into the hall and int Charlie's room, for which hte scream had emitted. Hermione, Ginny, Fred, George and Bill followed.

"Charlie!" cried Hermione.

"What happened?" asked Fred as Bill waded through all te crap on the floor to help his brother up from the floor where he lay.

"I went to open my closet," Charlie grunted as Bil struggled to help him out from under all the junk. "I was trying to find all my old Quidditch equipment so Ginny and Ron could use it to practice, when all this crap--andother assorted things-- fell out on top of me! Where'd it all come from?" he added confusedly as Bill hoisted him up by the armpits. Fred was in mid-sentence, telling Charlie about how thier mother had been using his closet for storage, when something fell off of Charlie and clunked loudly onto his foot.

"AAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGHOWWWWWFUCK!" he said.

Hermione hurried over and picked up the offending object.

"Oh...my..." she half-whispered, looking at the thing in her hands. It was a mid-sized chest, carved out of wood and plated around the edges in silver. Many elaborate designs were carved into the surface, little fairied and flowers and snakes and lions. Each fairy had an eye of emerald, causing the thing to shimmer in the light. It was beautiful.

"Charlie, what is that?" asked Ginny, transifxed by the sparkly old chest.

"I have absoloutley no idea," he replied, moving closer to Hermione and examining the chest.

"Woa, look at the lock on that thing!" Ron exclaimed, wide-eyed.

"It's a Methomadriux," Hermione said, in awe, to the rest of them. Seeing seven very blank faces staring back at her, she went on. "Honestly, Bill, Charlie, I'm surprised at you for not knowing what this is! A Methomadriux is a very powerful peice of magic," she said solomnly. "It's not neccesarily Dark Magic, but usually the only wizards strong enough to create them are Dark Wizards. Methomadrei are very rare, I'd say there's only about an hundred of them existing in the world."

"Well, gee, if the lock's that important, there must be something expensive and treasure-like inside!" Said Charlie, rubbing his hands togehter. "ALOHOMORA!" he roared, and was immediately thrown backwards into the wall. He slid to the floor and lay silent and motionless.

NEXT CHAPTER: Guess what? I'm re-writing the story and Dusty, Jo and the girls are *caput* gone. Not here anymore. I think you'll like this version of the story better. There are evil forces afoot...what does it all have to do with Harry, Draco and Tom? Will there be any appearances by an annoyed Tom Riddle, who hates having his name shared by a main character? Will Ron continue to date Hermione? The answer may not be what you expect...in later chapters, people die, come back, do stupid, STUPID things, Tom becomes even more kunfoosiated, Draco gets a nasty surprise, people question their sexuality, and much, MUCH more, including a visit from everyone's favorite Hobbit. Stay tuned.