(Possibly Discontinuing) A Second James that Found his Lily (HarryPotterxReader)

~Lockhart~

~Y/n's POV~

Hermione, Ron, Harry and I got separated from the other Weasleys. We went to go get our supplies.

We went to all these stores to get your supplies for second year, and new robes that fit us and stuff. Eventually after and hour of shopping, Molly said to meet her and the other Weasley's at the bookstore place, whatever it's called, to get our book by Lockhart.

We open the door, and see the whole place crowded, and the Daily Prophet reporters. "What's going on?" I question. I walk, and nudge some people to move out of the way, as I make my way to the front with Harry, and Ron. Hermione went to go shopping with her parents instead.

I look at who's getting pictures, and I see the one and only Lockhart.

Some people would describe him handsome. But I think he just looks... meh.

"Everyone come here! Get your signed books of Lockhart, signed by me!" Lockhart chanted as he held up a book in the air. The photographers continued to take pictures of the "famous" man.

We heard the door open and saw Molly and the other boys. "Lockhart!" Molly whisper yells. The other part of the Weasley family move their way up into the crowd to the front with us.

"I'll get your guys' books ok?" Molly said. "I'll make sure they're signed." She adds on. "I reckon Mum fancies Lockhart." Ron says to us, which earns him a hit in the back of the head.

"Come get your collection of Lockhart books!" Lockhart chants again. He looked at the crowd as he spotted the quadruplet. But one of the quadruplets stood out in particular, and it was none other than Harry Potter himself.

"It can't be...." Lockhart trails off, as she looks at Harry, lowering the books. The bookshop because quiet and now everyone was quiet, looking at the crowd. "Harry Potter!" Lockhart exclaims.

"Get Harry and let him have a picture with me! Gilderoy Lockhart and Harry Potter," Lockhart adds with his hands in the air, moving apart as he says those words. "That's sure to make the front of the Daily Prophet!" Lockhart adds. Of course.

Mostly everyone that's popular brags about it, and wants to stay popular. They always do anything they can to be noticed. But Harry one the other hand, doesn't brag about it. And isn't a stuck up brat. That's why I like him.

As a friend of course.

Harry didn't want to go up, but he had to anyway. He reluctantly walked up, and the Daily Prophet was getting ready to take more pictures. Apparently Harry was moving too slow for Lockhart's liking, that when he was in range of Harry, he snatched him by the arm and pulled him towards him. I could tell he put on a forced smile, and stood there awkwardly as the Daily Prophet photographers started taking pictures.

After a bunch of pictures, and lights being flashed, as well as even getting pushed out of the way by some photographers so they could take pictures of Harry, Lockhart finally thought it was enough. "And there you have it! Harry Potter and Gilderoy Lockhart! And as a present from me, here's a free collection of all of Gilderoy Lockhart's books, all signed by yours truly." Lockhart announces, while switching between his vision of the crowd and Harry.

"Yea, thanks." Harry says, while carrying the load of books that Lockhart just dropped onto him. He walked back towards me and the Weasley family. "Amazing, Harry! I'll hold onto your books, and I'll wait in line to get you guys' books." Molly assures. "You guys can go outside."

We started to walk out. But we get stopped. "Come here, smile for the picture Harry." We hear the annoying voice of Draco Malfoy. "Shove off, Malfoy." I start immediately, not wanting to deal with him today. He turned his head to me. "And who said you could talk?" "Who said that you needed to talk to us?" I shoot back. "You're the one that came up to us in the first place, so sit down and be humble." I order.

"Whatever, but clearly you've... changed." He said, looking me up and down. "That's besides the point, I'm Draco Malfoy, I can talk to who I want and you should be respecting me." "Nobody asked for your name, thanks. And last time I checked, the L/n's family is more superior than the Malfoy's." I reckon back.

"But you're not a L/n anymore. You got disowned I remember. They kicked you out of the house didn't they?" He explains with a smirk plastering on his face. I don't think I remember telling Harry or Ron. And I'm pretty sure I didn't due to their expression of shock that appeared on their face. (If I did tell them in first year, then oh well. I forgot if I did or not ;-;)

"I heard that you're living with that mudb-" "Draco, there you are." I hear, another annoying voice, but this time it's Lucius. And I'm glad that Mr. Malfoy interfered because I don't think I want to know what Malfoy was about to say.

"Play nice, we shouldn't waste our time on people like... them." Mr. Malfoy explains. He looked Ron, Harry, and I up and down. "And why's that? Because you know that we're more superior, so you don't want to mess with us or you're get in trouble with the ministry?" I reason, while Mr. Malfoy put his cane in front of Draco and pushed him back.

"Now, why would you say something like that?" He says, clearly irritated. "I was a L/n, and if you look at who's more superior, it's me." I reason. He was about to say something, but then changed it. "Draco, get your stuff. We've got to go, we have stuff to do." Lucius beckons. "What is it?" I question, not knowing why I want to know.

"That's not your business." He glares. "Is it because it's death eater stuff?" I say. He snaps his head towards me, but as I realize what I just said, I rush Harry and Ron out of the building while running.

"Well then...." Ron says. "You never told us about your... family." Harry asks. "It's fine if you don't want to talk about it!" He quickly says when he realizes that I looked down and a sad expression plasters onto my face." "No, it's fine, I just don't want to talk about it right now." I exclaim, giving him a smile and a nod.

And we continue walking. I wanted to lighten the mood, so I started mocking Harry, by grabbing his arm and pulling him back and forth. "Oh come here, Harry! Smile for the picture!" I tease. Ron joins in and grabs his other arm. "Yea, come here Harry! We're gonna make the Daily Prophet."

He pulls out of our grasps with a smile. "Shut up, you guys are dorks." He says playfully with an eye roll. "So what? At least I'm smarter than you, and have better marks." I reason. "If you were smart, then you would know that grades and how smart you are go together. You didn't have to say both of them, you could've just said one. But did you do a mistake?" He fires back cockily. "Oh shut up." I say with an eye roll as I cross my arms, with a smirk plastering on my face.

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Sorry for the short chapter. My procrastinating level is: 200.

~Red Rose RBX 🇷🇺

Word Count: 1320