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Author Notes: Hey Guys, I am busy nowadays so please forgive me for posting this chapter vey late. In addition, I would like you to read 'Harry Potter, Back in Time' and 'A father figure' by Dark-light Phoenix. Also read 'Lost Phoenix' by my beta, sshp4ever, and read 'Reading Harry Potter' by bananahvpwb. And again, thanks to the reviewers, my beta, and Zoey Marie Snape, who actually gave me a great idea used in this chapter. And most of all, Thanks to all of My readers.

And sorry for posting the wrong chapter, Thank you Babywofchick1142, for pointing that out.

Enjoy the Chapter, Guys…

"My Lord, I think we have really less time to play. Can you not snog your mate later?" Bellatrix asked her Lord.

"Of course, you are right. Everyone, back to the game. NOW!" Tom shouted, which made Harry flinch. It reminded the younger wizard of his muggle uncle a lot, but the Dark Lord didn't know that.

Meanwhile, Narcissa spun the bottle, which ended up on Neville. "Truth or Dare, dear boy?"

"Firstly, never call me that. Reminds me of Bumbles." That made everyone – except Ron and Ginny, as they were still, er, busy – shudder. "And secondly, truth."

"Okay. So what would be the cruelest thing you would ever do?"

"Probably lock someone up with Dumbledore without magic, for a week." Harry made a face at that. It only happened to him once and still haunted his dreams. Tom saw his expression and made a sympathetic face as he saw his mate's mind. A week with Bumblebee without magic was a real torture.

Neville saw this interaction and spun the bottle, which ended up on Harry. He knew that Harry had to take Dare because he

"Ah, fate," Harry commented. Neville just glared at him.

"Truth or Dare?"

"Dare. I mean-"

"Don't worry. I am not going to ask Harry for help," Neville said, looking at Bellatrix who relaxed visibly. "Your dare is to kiss the person on the cheek that you hate the most and slap the person on the face that you love or like the most."

Bella just glared at him as she went to her Snapey-poo and made gagging sound. Snape just sneered at her like she was Dumbledore's heiress. She also heard the Chosen One's gasp.

"What, Potter? Thought I hated YOU the most?" Bitch-a-trix, aka Bellatrix, asked the raven-haired seeker. After not hearing his retort, she turned to look at him, only to see him staring at the girl that Weasel had been trying to kiss for the last whole hour, only she did not looked like a Weasley at all. It was like somebody charmed her to look like Cissy.

"Who are you?" was the question that although was in everybody's mind, but was asked by Draco. Narcissa, who was looking shocked, was being calmed down by a bald Lucius. "Why do you look like my mother? ANSWER ME!"

"I don't know what the hell are you talking about, Malfoy. I look just fine." Hermione, who wanted some answers herself, just threw her compact mirror at the Weasellette, who almost didn't catch it. After looking in the mirror, she screamed bloody murder.

'Well, all the attention's on me,' Ginevra thought while not noticing that she was smirking just like Lucius did, when thinking of a sneaky plan. Lucius and Narcissa looked like they had swallowed a lemon, when they realised something.

"I am going to kill Arthur and Molly Weasley. No, they will beg for death when I am finished with them. How dare they steal Anastasia?" Lady Malfoy said, with the 'anyone-who-knew-about-this-is-dead' look.

"Cissa, surely you don't think the Weasley chit is her?" the bald Malfoy asked his wife, a dawning look on his face.

"Oh yes I do, Lucius, they had no right to steal-"

"Steal who? Mother, do tell me, please?" Mama's little dragon asked. He wanted to who the hell Anastasia was. Looking at Narcissa, Lucius thought that she might not be able to tell Draco about her. Well, Draco, Anastasia is –"

Suddenly, the Manor rumbled like there was an earthquake. After ten minutes, when it finally stopped shaking, two voices, that belonged to two people who were not here before, said,

"Harrykins-"

"Bumblewhore is-"

"Looking for you-"

"As Lupin noticed that-"

"You were not in Hogsmeade-"

"And now they-"

"Are thinking that you-"

"Are kidnapped by-"

"You – Know – POO!" Then the two started laughing. Harry, who although was amused by their antics, was worried that Dumbledore had noticed that he was gone.

'Well, I guess we need to kidnap the great Bumblewhore now,' the green-eyed beauty thought, not noticing the horror-filled look on his boyfriend's face.

"No, no way am I allowing you to do THAT!" Tom said looking scared for his mate's sanity. Harry, knowing that Tom wouldn't agree to this, just whispered something in his ear. The DE's were looking even more scared as their Lord was blushing even more and more with each second passing by. After being whispered to, Tom looked satisfied, while Harry looked mortified at the fact that he had said that.

"Fine, you can go and kidnap the old coot right now with the twins," the Dark Lord relented. The raven-haired , sixth year, hearing the permission to kidnap the Coot, had started to jump like he was told that Christmas had come early this year. Ignoring everyone else's gasp, he said,

"Great, thanks love. Come on, Gred and Forge, we don't have much time." The two newcomers, walked over to Harry, and apparated away.

Who is Anastasia? Why did Ginny suddenly start to look like a Malfoy? All will be answered in the next chapter. I know this chapter wasn't funny, but to continue the story, I need to set the storyline to according to my plans. Evil of me to leave the ending just like that.

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