[YEARS 1-4]
Y/N was raised by the Malfoy family since he was left with them as a small boy, over the years they have taught him of their beliefs and morals, most of which Y/N has rejected, but he respects them for raising him instead of casting him...
"Of all the people to get as our Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher, we get this stupid git." Ron complained as the door to the teachers office opened and Lockhart walked out.
"Let me introduce you to your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher...me." Lockhart said, putting on his photo smile and walking down the stairs with a load of papers in his hands, he walked through the class handing out the papers, Y/N went through the questions and found that they were all about Lockhart. He raised his hand. "Yes m'boy."
"All of these questions are about you."
"Yes." Lockhart said as Y/N looked at him.
Y/N nodded and gave an almost sarcastic sounding response.
"Right." Y/N said, drawing it out.
Y/N didn't even bother with the test, writing his name on it and simply remembering one of Cissa's lessons mentally.
"Now! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizard kind. You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. I must ask you not to scream. It might provoke them!"
Lockhart pulled the cover off of the cage on his desk to reveal the deadly, horrifying, monstrous... Cornish Pixies?
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"Cornish Pixies?" Y/N and Seamus scoffed.
"Freshly caught Cornish pixies." Lockhart said as if it made a huge difference. The class let out a small laugh. "Laugh if you will, Mr Finnegan, but pixies can be devilishly tricky little blighters. Let's see what you make of them. Hyah! Go!"
Lockhart opened the cage and the pixies flew out of the cage and began to wreak havoc on the class, most of the students fled from the class leaving the golden quintet to fend off the pixies.
"Come on now, round them up, round them up, they're only pixies!" Lockhart said.
"You haven't told the rest of the class the spell to round them up you blithering idiot!" Y/N shouted to Lockhart. He saw Neville being lifted into the air by his ears and hung on the chandelier by his robes. Y/N turned to Daphne and saw a Pixie pulling her hair. "Hold still!"
Y/N swatted the pixie off of Daphne who pushed Y/N's head down so that he was ducking and she jabbed a pixie with one of her books, as Y/N stood up he looked to Daphne who smirked.
"Thank you." Y/N said as he looked over to Lockhart and saw him trying to cast a spell only for a pixie to steal his wand, the pixie with the wand destroyed the chains keeping the dragon skeleton suspended from the ceiling, as the skeleton crashed to the floor one of the rib bones fell onto and through Y/N's right leg.
Lockhart ran to his office and leaned over the stair railing.
"I'll ask you four to just nip the rest of them back into their cage." Lockhart said as he shut himself in his office and locked the door.
"What do we do now!" Ron asked as Hermione smacked the pixie that had dropped the skeleton on Y/N, she put the book down and drew her wand.
"Immobulus!" Hermione, Y/N, and Daphne shouted, a blue wave went through the room and suspended all of the pixies in the air like they were in slow motion.
Y/N was quick to climb to his feet with Harry and Ron heading off to their next lesson, not wanting to get roped into anything.
Hermione, and Daphne however followed Y/N up to the office.
"Are they go-?"
"Yes, they're gone, stand up you pathetic, snivelling piece of shite." Y/N said as he dragged Lockhart from under the teachers desk. "Students could have been hurt thanks to you, I got the ribcage of a fucking dragon through my leg because of your stupidity."
"Watch your tone Mr Malf-"
*CRACK*
Y/N's fist jabbed Lockhart on the face, popping his lip and nose.
"That was for putting my friends at risk. You can report me if you want, but I doubt you want people knowing you got that injury from a 12 year old kid." Y/N said as he left, lighting a cigarette and walking away...