(Y/n)'s POV
Defence against the Dark Arts was about to start, and we all were seated already, Professor Lockhart cleared his throat, and grabbed Neville's copy of a book of his, I can't really say which one it was, something about a troll, I think.
"Me, Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary member of the Dark Force Defence League, and five times winner of Witch's Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile award, but I don't talk about that," I got confused, wasn't he doing that just now?
"I didn't get rid of the Banshee by smiling at her!" He showed his really white teeth, and waited for a few seconds, uh, was that a joke? Just in case, I laughed weakly, I didn't want him to feel bad, though I'm not really good at pretending it.
"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books, well done." I looked to the side and saw Hermione really excited with all of her books in a pile, looking directly at the Professor.
She loved books, but it was the first time I could see her fully absorbed into listening and looking at someone without having her book opened, it was interesting to say the least.
"I thought we'd start today with a little quiz. Nothing to worry about - just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in..." When those words left Professor Lockhart's mouth, I started to feel a little anxious.
I haven't read any of them, I fell asleep every time I tried to, and I couldn't cheat, either, just the thought of it made me sweat even more,
"You all right, (Y/n)?" Asked Ron, I looked at him, with a blank face, and said,
"Oh, it's nothing, I've already accepted my destiny..." He seemed weirded out, but laughed anyway. I had to convince myself to accept it, I didn't read the books, I was going to do very poorly in this.
When he handed out the papers and was finished, he yelled,
"You have thirty minutes. Start - now!"
I started to read the paper, already given up, and to say I was shocked was an understatement, but not in a good way, the quiz was full of questions about himself, which... told me more about himself than anything he said up this point, combined with how he talks.
Knowing anything I put would be wrong, I just left it blank, I-I mean, it was just a quiz to see our knowledge, no marks... right?
Half an hour passed, in which I fell asleep, until I felt the paper being removed from under my arms, I jumped and woke up, and saw a mildly annoyed Professor Lockhart, after the one millisecond stare, he went to his desk, in which he had all the other quizzes.
"Tut, tut - Hardly any of you remembered that my favourite colour is lilac. I say so in Year with a Yeti. And a few of you need to read Wanderings with Werewolves more carefully - I clearly state in chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between-"
I really wasn't trying to be mean, but we came here to learn about defence methods, not hear him talk about himself, so I kind of zoned out, looking at nearby things that adorned the whole classroom, and from time to time got distracted by the noise of wings flickering, or at least I think that's what I heard, which was weird, because -
"Ahem!" I looked to the front, and saw Professor Lockhart staring at me holding a quiz, I had a bad feeling, surely that wouldn't be my own quiz-
"I see that you left your quiz blank, Mr..." He looked at the quiz " (L/n)" I was flustered, the whole class was looking at me now,
"U-Uh, y-yes, Professor, I-I didn't-"
"Ah well, understandable of course - it can be a bit overwhelming to capture the sheer brilliance and danger of my accomplishments, but you seriously couldn't remember my triumph against the Bandon Banshee? How I heroically defeated and discovered the werewolves' weaknesses?"
With every question he did, I felt my voice going lower and lower, everyone was watching me, and I could feel them laughing at me, even though there was no noise, it felt.... Like I was trapped,
"Do try to keep up, Mr (L/n), although, seeing how you were sleeping earlier, and now this? I suppose the rumours were true, I'll have to keep an eye on you!" He brandished his smile at me, and kept going at something else, I didn't really pay attention.
All I knew was that he praised Hermione for knowing everything, not surprising at all, I guess, but I couldn't be happy for her, I couldn't get that exchange out of my mind, and saying that stuff about the rumours brought back Voldemort's words to me echoing in my mind.
The feeling of being trapped in some sort of web didn't exactly help, usually my friends help me when I'm feeling like this, but Harry and Ron weren't seated next to me, and Hermione didn't seem to notice me, looking directly at Professor Lockhart.
Out of nowhere, I felt something warm in my shoulder and near my cheek, I look to my right, and saw Blaze on my right shoulder, putting her face on my cheek, I realised what she was trying to do,
"Don't worry, Blaze, I-I'll be fine, thanks" I whispered to her, "Go back into my robes, I don't want Professor Lockhart to say anything to you," She did so, and my attention was brought to the front of the class, where Professor Lockhart carried a huge cage.
I heard the flickering of wings come from, like a bunch of birds trapped inside it, Professor Lockhart grabbed one side of the cage that had a blanket covering it.
"I must ask you not to scream, it might provoke them" Neville was trembling behind me, I tried calming him down, but he just stared to the front, awaiting to see what Professor Lockhart said,
"Yes... Freshly caught Cornish Pixies." Seamus bursted out laughing, I've never seen one, but just by the name and his reaction... Well, they don't sound intimidating.
"Yes?" Professor Lockhart beamed at Seamus with his smile,
"Well, they're not, they're not very dangerous, are they?" Seamus could barely say that between his laughter,
"Don't be so sure! Devilish tricky little blighters they can be!" Professor Lockhart took the cover from the cage.
Inside were a bunch of small blue fairies, or at least that's how I could describe them. I felt sorry for them, they were rattling the bars and moving the cage like they were angry, and rightfully so, but mixed with that anger I'm sure there was fear.
Blaze was looking straight at them, I don't know what she was trying to do, probably trying to defend me, but I didn't really see a reason for it, it wasn't like Professor Lockhart was going to just open the cage-
"Right then! Let's see what you make of them!" In a swift motion he opened the cage, and left me dumbfounded. Could Blaze see the future or was she just a good judge of character? Either way, the blue fairies started to fill the classroom, and their rampage was reckless.
They started to trash around books, skulls that decorated the classroom went flying, some tried to grab me, but Blaze scared them away, sadly, that meant they went behind me, where Neville was, a bunch of them grabbed him and he started to fly away.
Neville moved around and tried to get free, which he did, but unfortunately, he was left in mid air, he grabbed the candelabra, he looked scared to his bones, and the candelabra didn't look like it was going to last long.
My other classmates were all hiding under their desks or running around the classroom, I tried to remain calm, but saying it was hard was an understatement. The panicking of the classroom filled me with a nervousness.
"Come on now! Round them up, round them up, they're only pixies!" Professor Lockhart rolled his sleeves, took out his wand, and yelled,
"Peskipiksi Pesternomi!" I looked at him dumbfounded, now, I know I have somewhat of a year of experience so I'm not someone who knows all of the spells or a lot, but I'm pretty sure that was not a spell at all.
After seeing that it didn't work, the pixies made fast work out of him, took his wand, and threw it through the window, and in a rather swift motion, he dove to hide under his desk, I was left shocked, this man was supposed to teach us about defence against the dark arts?
I was taken out of my thoughts as a scream cut through the classroom, Neville was falling because the candelabra broke, flashes of him falling off his broom came to my mind.
I didn't want him to be hurt again, but Wingardium Leviosa was too long to cast, and I didn't have that much time with the speed he was falling. I searched and searched through my mind, until an underlayered memory appeared, a saying by Miranda Goshawk.
The levitation charm was many variations, with the best being the original, but there was one that was easy to remember, the only one I could remember right now, it was fast enough. I pulled out my wand and pointed at Neville,
"LEVIOSO!" Before Neville could hit Professor Lockhart's desk, he stopped mid air, floated a bit, and then fell straight to the floor, which thankfully, wasn't that far now, I ran towards him,
"Are you all right, Neville?" I was sweating, but he was even more, he looked shocked, and looked at me,
"Y-Yeah, I'm sorry and thank you, (Y/n)," I helped him stand up,
"Don't apologise, it wasn't your fault mate," He looked a bit down, so I tried to cheer him up a bit,
"T-They probably went after you because.... You know, you look tough, uh, biggest threat," I don't think I was subtle enough, but he seemed a bit happier after that, or well, as happy as you can be when there's a swarm of pixies.
We realised the class was over thanks to the bell, which made everyone, including Neville, run out of the classroom, the four of us walked towards the door, until we heard Professor Lockhart's voice,
"Well, I'll ask you four to just nip the rest of them back into their cage, specially you, (L/n), and I'll forget about the whole not knowing anything about your new and brightest Professor,"
He walked fast past us and left the room, which left all of us shocked, except Hermione, who seemed to just nod at everything he said, which was getting kind of annoying, and it's been one day of school.
After the display he showed us, I finally connected the dots, the way he talks about himself all day, how he thinks he's the best, how he's always condescending, yeah, I guess Blaze was a really good judge of character.
"Can you believe him? The way he treats (Y/n) infuriates me, bloody hell!" He groaned as a pixie bit his ear, and I took the Pixie with my hands and threw it in the cage.
"He just wants to give us some hands-on experience, besides, he wants to help (Y/n) develop more of a backbone, I'm sure he realised he was too shy for his own good." Said Hermione.
Honestly, the last bit hurt, of all people I didn't expect Hermione to find an excuse for someone like that, after all, she was my best friend, and I think it showed.
"Hermione, he didn't have a clue what he was doing, and there are better ways than to humiliate (Y/n), he of all people should know if he knew better." Said Harry, he sounded a bit angry, he probably understood it better than her, after all, he did tell me his family abused him.
"Rubbish, you've read his books, he's done amazing things, I'm sure he did it for a good reason..."
"He says he's done all of that, not even George and Fred would humiliate someone to build character, blimey." Said Ron, and that was it.
I was left a bit sad that Hermione felt like that, was I so shy that she felt I was a drag? Did it annoy her that I was so introverted? That I couldn't do things publicly by myself?
Everytime we were in Diagon Alley, she always helped me around with that. She seemed so confident that I admired her for it, but what if it secretly annoyed her? I didn't want to be a dead weight for my friends, but being able to do all that stuff was complicated for me.
I don't know if it's because up until a year ago I lived secluded, or if I've always been like this, but every time I had to deal with a stranger or shopkeeper I always felt this lump in my throat that made it difficult for me to express sincerely, I couldn't even say they got my ice cream flavour wrong.
I wanted to change, but it's complicated, and every time I thought about it, I felt anxious about it. Harry, Ron and Hermione made it seem so easy that I felt like an idiot, but as of lately every time I talked my voice broke, or I stuttered.
I was already comfortable with how things were, but if Hermione or any of my friends found me annoying, well, that was something that made me feel really bad, so I had to try to change, even if it was the hardest thing I had to do in my life, but I would do so little by little, really little by little.
"Uh... does anyone know what spell he used?" I asked, trying to change the topic, and also trying to keep my mind busy.
"No idea, he probably said some make up words, just like his stories," Said Ron, still pissed off.
"You have no idea what you're talking about, Ron, it's probably some high level spell, the pixies must have interrupted it," Quickly defended Hermione, honestly, it was kind of weird to see her like this, I thought she of all people would realise what kind of person Lockhart is.
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The days went by, Hermione again helped me with Herbology, though it wasn't as usual now, as she was reading pretty much everyday all of Lockhart's books, and Professor Flitwick still taught me and Hermione those advanced classes, which were pretty fun, to be honest.
It was a nice change of pace from the boring Defence against the Dark Arts Lockhart gave, though I could never say that to Hermone, I did talked about it with Harry and Ron, and thanks to that his classes passed fast as we laughed at them.
On saturday, all four of us were supposed to go to Hagrid's, we haven't seen him a lot so it was a way to compensate it, I kind of liked his rock cakes, even though it took me along time to eat them, all of that was almost ruined because someone was making noises in the evening.
I couldn't really recognise the voices, although one sounded like Harry's, and the other one was a more mature one, like a teenager, though, I couldn't really care who it was, I was already annoyed at them waking me up in the morning on a weekend.
"SHHHHHHH!" I bellowed, "Some people are trying to sleep here!" I said groggily, and then immediately as the voices stopped, I fell asleep, until Ron woke me up hours later.
"W-What?" I yawned, "What is it, Ron? I thought we were supposed to see Hagrid later in the morning..." I said, still kind of asleep,
"That was the plan I reckon, but Harry got dragged to Quidditch Practice, I'm going to have breakfast and then wait for him, you coming mate?"
"Uh, yeah sure, give me a minute..." I was slowly drifting back to sleep, until Ron shook me,
"Come on mate, it's getting late and I'm hungry too."
I groggily stood up, put on my clothes and went to eat breakfast with him, we were joined by Hermione. She had the brilliant idea of bringing him some food, because if he was dragged to his practice early in the morning I don't think he would have eaten anything, in her words.
Once we got to the quidditch pitch, we sat in the stands and were surprised he wasn't in the pitch, after some while, he came out with the whole team, and Ron yelled at him,
"Aren't you finished yet?" Harry looked annoyed, at least I knew it wasn't at us.
"Haven't even started, Wood's teaching us new moves" I realised he was looking at the mini breakfast we brought him
"Don't worry, Harry, all of this food's for you, just do your best and don't pass out please..." I exclaimed,
"I'll do my best, I don't think Wood will like it if he doesn't see me working"
With that, they started to train, they flew around a while we watched, until I saw them doing something weird, Hermione and Ron didn't realise because she was reading another Gilderoy Lockhart book, and Ron was eating bits of Harry's food.
They started to fly down, and Wood looked pissed, or at least I think he was, I couldn't really see well when something was that far all that well.
"Uh, guys, I think something's wrong," I said, both of them looked where I pointed, and we started to walk towards them to see what was going on.
When we arrived, I was surprised to see the Slytherins Quidditch team, and more specially, Malfoy with them, before I could voice anything, Ron got ahead of me,
"What's happening? Why aren't you playing? And what's he doing here?" Ron said full of venom, he was a lot smaller compared to the other more... let's say intimidating guys, because I don't want to sound mean.
"I'm the new Slytherin Seeker, Weasley, everyone's just been admiring the brooms my father's bought our team," Said Malfoy, Ron looked surprised at them, I didn't really understood a lot about brooms, but I guess they're good,
"Good, aren't they? But perhaps the Gryffindor team will be able to raise some gold and get new brooms too. You could raffle off those Cleansweep Fives, I expect a museum would bid for them," Just like with his goons, the whole Slytherin team laughed at us, or well, the Gryffindor team.
"I-Is that something to be proud of?" I said, kind of in a quiet voice, Malfoy snapped back immediately,
"What was that, coward?" I mustered the courage to talk back to him, but Hermione was quicker than me,
"As (Y/n) said, no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in, they got in on pure talent," I nodded at what she said, but what Malfoy said next shook me to my core,
"No one asked for your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood,"
An uproar broke out, I think it was about a few minutes, and in those minutes, all the world around me blurred out, and all I could think about was that word.
Dad talked to me a lot about history, or more specifically, his history, at least part of it, how his family viewed muggleborns, how they despised them, and how they treated them in the war.
Some wizard families still have that viewpoint, and they use that word, and all they sound like is like those people who started all those muggle wars, the word was filled with such hate, with such disgust, that I could feel it, I felt every emotion at once.
But once they all cleared out, and I took in what word was said and to who, my best friend, someone who helped me overcome, or at least try to overcome my shyness, I didn't feel nervousness, I didn't feel anxiety, I wasn't scared.
I think if you asked my mom or my friends they would tell you I'm a pretty light kid, I don't really tend to get annoyed at stuff or people.
That's why I mean it, that every fibre of my being, everything in my mind, was filled with anger, one that I never felt before, not even when my parents told me the truth of who I was, I wasn't in control, not anymore.
I was being controlled by my hate, by anger, by rage, when the world cleared out I realised Fred and George were being held down by what seemed to be the captain of the Slytherin team, and everyone was yelling, but I couldn't hear a thing.
Only one thing was in my mind, and I started to execute it. I ran towards Malfoy, who seemed taken by surprise by my sudden approach at him. I thought someone would try to stop me, but I guess me having a low presence helped.
By the time he realised what was happening, it was already too late, I tackled him, grabbed his legs, and pulled him to the ground. He tried to defend himself, I don't think I even did it right, but with my fist closed I brought it down to his face.
He really tried, but even if he blocked, I still did some damage, I think, I don't really know, I wasn't thinking at that moment, after doing that for a few seconds that felt longer, which I was grateful for, someone tried to grab me, all I saw was a green uniform.
But I couldn't stop, I didn't want to stop, he deserved it, so I scuffled around to release me of his hold, I headbutted, moved around my arms trying to hit him, my legs, but when someone else came to stop me there was nothing I could do, I didn't have much strength.
I looked behind me to see who the other person was, and there was Fred, accompanied by Hermione. I looked at her and she looked... scared? Worried? I don't know, everything hit me at once, my hands hurt, and they had blood on them, but not mine.
The members of the Gryffindor team, except Fred and George, looked at me like they were scared of me, and also they looked a bit awkward, Hermione grabbed my sleeve, and only now I realised what has happened to Ron, he was puking slugs.
I think the Slytherin team would've laughed, if it wasn't because they were surrounding Malfoy, looking at him, but before I could even think about anything else, Harry spoke up,
"We...We'd better get him to Hagrid's, it's nearest, and maybe he'll have something for (Y/n)'s hands," I helped them pull Ron up, and we started to try and walk towards his hut,
"What happened, Harry? What happened? Is he ill-" Colin appeared out of nowhere, and started to ask Harry things, but apparently didn't notice me, he gave me one look, then his eyes went to my hands, and then to Malfoy, he looked terrified, and it made me feel even worse.
Harry looked thankful that he didn't ask anything else, but my mind was frozen on to how he reacted to me, my mind that usually thought a lot, that branched everywhere, was quiet, because of how a first year student looked at me, and it was the worst feeling ever.
We walked for a bit, we were mostly quiet, Hermione looked worried but at the same time angry at something, Harry looked really worried about Ron and me, when we were about to get to Hagrid's hut, someone opened his door.
Professor Lockhart came out, but I didn't pay much attention to what he had to say, I didn't since he blew up his first class. After he was gone, we approached the door and knocked on it, or well, Harry did, my hands hurt a bit.
We got in, and Hagrid started to talk, we got Ron in a chair, Harry sat in another one, and me and Hermione shared another one, Hagrid gave Ron a bucket for him to vomit the slugs.
After a lot of talking, Hagrid said something that surprised me about Lockhart, and took me out of the kind of numb state that I was in.
"He was bangin' on about some Banshee he vanished, if one word of it was true, I'll eat my kettle," Hermione was quick to defend Professor Lockhart,
"I think you're being a bit unfair. Professor Dumbledore obviously thought he was the best man for the job -"
"He was the on'y man for the job, an' I mean the on'y one. Gettin' very difficult ter find anyone fer the Dark Arts job." He handed me some bandages he had, and I gratefully took them.
"So tell me, why (Y/n) has his hands with blood an' who was Ron trying to curse?" Asked Hagrid.
"Malfoy called Hermione something. It must've been really bad, because everyone went mad," Said Harry, after Ron finished puking one slug, he said
"It was bad, Malfoy called her 'Mudblood'" He looked really pale, I guess that comes with the spell.
"He didn'!" Hagrid looked concerned, but Hermione confirmed it back,
"He did, but I don't know what it means. I could tell it was really rude, of course..." I was kind of taken aback when she said that, Hermione Granger not knowing something?
"It's the worse they could call you," Everyone's head jerked to my direction, I was quiet the whole time, "my dad told me about it, his family was one of those extremists, it's the name those kinds of families use to refer to Muggleborns, it's a name full of hate, disgust and degradation, I'm sorry you had to hear that, Hermione,"
"Pureblood families think they're better than muggleborns, or than anyone, really, but Hermione's miles ahead of anyone in our year, there's not a single spell she can't use, they're all just bitter old wizards who are stuck in the past," Hermione was surprised by hearing that, and Hagrid stared at me, with what I could see was a smile, I think.
"Yeh remind me o' your old man, blimey, he used to got into loads o' trouble with his family, y'know, bein' the firs' Gryffindor in his family an' all,"
"H-He was? He doesn't really tell me a lot... neither does mom," Hagrid seemed taken aback by it, as if he messed it up,
"You don'? Codswallop, well, they must have good reason fer all the myst'ry" He seemed weird, as if he wanted to change the subject, maybe I should ask Hagrid about it later, he is someone who let things slip a lot.
"Honestly, (Y/n), I'm more concerned at you punching Malfoy," I was surprised to hear Hermione say that,
"Why? Because I broke some rules? I couldn't care less at that moment, Hermione, what he said was way more awful than what I did to him," I was kind of pissed, with all of her shrieking around Lockhart and now this? I only wanted to defend her,
"No, (Y/n), Malfoy's not worth it, I know you, you must be feeling horrible now, I'm more worried about what his father might do to you ," I thought she was angry, but because I didn't look at her in the eyes, once I did, I could see that she was actually worried, her brown eyes were soft.
That's where I broke down, and all the pain I felt in my hands intensified, but I had to keep it together, if I wanted to change, that was the beginning, I couldn't just cry whenever I could, right?
She must've realised that, I guess she can really see through me, and I don't know if she did it on purpose or not, but she put her hand over mine, which... weirdly enough made the pain go away a bit, so I tried my best to smile.
"I don't think Malfoy's going to admit to his father that I beat him up, honestly, don't you remember how his dad reacted to mine?" I tried to laugh, to lighten up the mood, which at least it worked a bit.
"Well, I don' blame yeh fer doing it," Said Hagrid, after that, the conversation went on about how Harry was giving out signed photos, and we had a bit of a laugh at it, while he got annoyed, Hagrid then told us to come with him.
We got out, and I saw the largest pumpkins I've ever seen, not that I've seen much, but I think with only one look it was noticeable how big these things were.
"Gettin' on well, aren't they?" Hagrid looked like a proud father at them, "fer the hallowe'en fest, should be big enough by then."
"They'll be even bigger?!" I was impressed, but this was obviously not natural, Hagrid just let out a really heartfelt laugh.
"Well, I've bin givin' them a bit o' help," He said, pointing towards his umbrella, at first I didn't really understand, but I remembered what Harry said about Hagrid having his wand on his umbrella, something about Hagrid technically not supposed to use magic.
Could you blame him? Magic is awesome, I would rather become an expert at Herbology than not being able to use it, even more if you're aware of it.
"An Engorgement charm, I suppose? Well, you've done a good job on them," Hermione didn't really look happy at it, but wasn't angry either.
"I'm surprised you're not scolding Hagrid about it," I said back
"Oh no, don't misunderstand, I don't like that he's breaking some rules, but he really did a good job on them,"
Ron apparently was feeling better, at least he stopped puking slugs, so he voiced his opinion,
"I think we're rubbing off on her a bit - " Nope, he wasn't feeling any better, he almost slug-vomited me, thankfully I dodged it just in time, I didn't really like slugs, their texture seemed... uncomfortable.
"Yer little sister said they were lookin' good too, met her jus' yesterday, said she was jus' lookin' round the grounds, but I reckon she was hopin' she might run inter someone else at my house, if yeh ask me, she wouldn' say no ter a signed -"
"Oh shut up," Said Harry, interrupting Hagrid. He looked like a tomato, Hagrid and Ron bursted out laughing, Ron let out a few slugs with each laugh, it took me a moment to realise it, and when I did it was like a switch was flipped in my head.
"Oh! She likes you!" Harry went even more red, and slapped my arm, while repeating what he said to Hagrid
"Boys..." Said Hermione, with the face she makes when something was easy to figure out, was it that easy? Or was I just really dense at those kinds of things? I guess it's because I don't really think about them.
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After that it was lunchtime, I would love to say it went without anything happening, but as soon as we stepped on the Entrance Hall, Professor McGonagall, called out to Harry and Ron,
"There you are, Weasley, Potter," I was starting to go find a seat, until she stopped me, "You too, (L/n), don't think we didn't hear about what you did to Malfoy." She looked really pissed, "the three of you will do your detentions this evening."
"What are we doing, Professor?" Ron looked really nervous, with a hand on his mouth, probably to not vomit a slug on Professor McGonagall's robes.
"You will be polishing the silver trophy room with Mr Filch, and no magic, Weasley, elbow grease," Again, Ron looked in distress, hours alone with Filch? That seemed horrible.
"You, Potter, will be helping Professor Lockhart answer his fan mail," Harry looked even worse than Ron,
"Oh no, can't I go and do the trophy room, too?" He seemed really desperate, I would have laughed if I wasn't nervous about my own detention.
"Certainly not, Professor Lockhart requested you particularly. And you, (L/n)," I gulped, she looked really pissed, "You will be helping Professor Snape organise the materials he uses for his potions, all of you, eight o'clock sharp," To say I wasn't excited would be short.
"C-C-Can't I help Harry with the fan mail, too? I-I, Hermione helps me study Herbology at that hour, and b-besides, Malfoy deserved it, he called Hermione a -" I couldn't even finish talking.
"I don't want to hear any excuses, (L/n), nothing justifies assaulting another student, be grateful we're not deducting any points." I was left defeated, but deep down, I knew I deserved it.
Still, helping Professor Snape, who usually bullies students even if they're not doing anything wrong? God, that would be awful, but who knows, maybe, just maybe, he'll be nice, right?
Who am I kidding? I punched his favourite student, tonight was going to suck even more.
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A/N: Hi guys, Emy here, Ivan asked me for help on doing this author's note, what did you think of this chapter? I feel like Y/n is bringing out a bit more of his personality each time.
In this book we want to have some scenes different from the original plot and probably some interactions with other characters that weren't mentioned, any idea who we could talk to?
Anyway, little by little we are letting you in on secrets about our shy character, does anyone have any theories yet?
See you in the next chapter ;)