~ beach bunny
I'm switching things up a bit with the POV's hehe.
"You can have the fame, I don't want it"
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Harry's POV
Ever since the disastrous episode of pixies, Professor Lockhart didn't bring live creatures to class. In replacement, he read passages from his books and sometimes reenacted some of the more dramatic bits. He would usually pick me or (Y/N) to help him show the story. (Y/N) usually got out of these demonstrations though, all she had to do was say, "Absolutely not", when he asked, "Would you like to help me act this scene out?" And usually, Lockhart would turn a nasty shade of red because he clearly wasn't used to people telling him no.
So far, I had to act out a simple Transylvanian villager whom Lockhart had cured of a Babbling Curse, a yeti with a head cold, and a vampire who had been unable to eat anything except lettuce since Lockhart had dealt with him.
I was hauled to the front of the classroom during my next Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, this time acting out a werewolf. If he hadn't had a very good reason to keep Lockhart in a good mood, he would have refused to do it, like (Y/N).
"Nice loud howl, Harry -- exactly -- and then, if you'll believe it, I pounced -- like this -- slammed him to the floor -- thus -- with one hand, I managed to hold him down -- with my other, I put my wand to his throat -- I then screwed up my remaining strength and performed the immensely complex Homorphus Charm -- he let out a piteous moan -- go on, Harry -- higher than that -- good -- the fur vanished -- the fangs shrank -- and he turned back into a man. Simple, yet effective -- and another village will remember me forever as the hero who delivered them from the monthly terror of werewolf attacks."
The bell rang and Lockhart got to his feet, I glanced around the classroom, and noticed (Y/N) chuckling in her seat.
"Homework -- compose a poem about my defeat of the Wagga Wagga Werewolf! Signed copies of Magical Me to the author of the best one!"
As the class began to leave, I returned to my seat to collect my things, where (Y/N) was chuckling at me.
"I think this is now my favorite class," she said, coming out of laughter.
"Shut it," I said, fake annoyed.
"Ready?" muttered Ron, to me and (Y/N). Hermione was standing next to him.
"Wait till everyone's gone," said (Y/N), getting up from her chair.
"All right," said Hermione.
Hermione approached Lockhart's desk, a piece of paper clutched tightly in her hand, Ron right behind her, (Y/N) and I stayed back collecting the rest of our things.
"Er -- Professor Lockhart?" Hermione stammered. "I wanted to -- to get this book out of the library. Just for background reading." She held out the piece of paper, her hand shaking slightly. "But the thing is, it's in the Restricted Section of the library, so I need a teacher to sign for it -- I'm sure it would help me understand what you say in Gadding with Ghouls about slow-acting venoms --"
"She's obsessed," (Y/N) whispered in my ear.
"Ah, Gadding with Ghouls!" said Lockhart, taking the note from Hermione and smiling widely at her. "Possibly my very favorite book. You enjoyed it?"
"Of course, Professor, oh and did I mention I love you?" (Y/N) said in my ear, mocking Hermione, I couldn't help it, I chuckled.
"Oh, yes," said Hermione eagerly. "So clever, the way you trapped that last one with the tea-strainer --"
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Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N) is a young girl who finds out she's a witch. After she finds out her sister, Anika, isn't pranking her, she goes to Hogwarts to meet her future best friends. (Y/N) is destined to find out her family history that doesn't match up with wha...
