❝𝑨 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒔.
𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒗𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆❞
A Muggleborn in Slytherin was unheard of. Until Emelia Clermont came along in 1991. This is her story, and how s...
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In the Great Hall, a golden stage had been erected. Lockhart strutted atop it while Emelia and a good number of other students watched.
"Gather round! Gather round! Can everyone see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent. In light of the dark events of recent weeks, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little Dueling Club, to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions –for full details, see my published works."
"Idiot," Emelia snorted.
"Professor Snape joined Lockhart on the podium. "Let me introduce my assistant Professor Snape. He has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration. Now I don't want any of you, youngsters, to worry. You'll still have your Potions Master when I'm through with him, never fear!"
Now Emelia really wanted to laugh. As if Lockhart really was better than her head of House.
Lockhart and Snape faced each other and bowed. They turned, walked ten paces and then spun, wands poised like swords.
"As you can see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position. On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course."
"One. Two. Three–"
"Expelliarmus!" Snape beat him to it.
A dazzling flash of scarlet light burst forth and blasted Lockhart off his feet and into the wall behind.
"Do you think he's all right?" she heard Hermione ask.
Lockhart rose unsteadily, "Well, there you have it. That was a disarming charm. As you see, I've lost my wand."
Hermione returned his wand to him, "Ah, thank you, Miss Granger. Yes, an excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don't mind my saying so, it was very obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you it would have been only too easy."
"Perhaps it would be prudent to first teach the students to block unfriendly spells, Professor." Snape drawled.
"An excellent suggestion, Professor Snape. Let's have a volunteer pair. Potter, Weasley, how about you?"
"Weasley's wand causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending Potter to the hospital wing in a matchbox. Might I suggest someone from my own House? Malfoy, perhaps."
Emelia watched how Draco and Harry eyed each other malevolently as they took their places onstage. Grudgingly, they bowed to each other.
