Half Blood Royalty

Professor Douchebag

My eyes danced over the room of students as I spotted a tall Professor walking towards Harry and his crew - the same tall gentleman I've seen back at Flourish and Blotts. I didn't pay attention to much of anything that day besides what happened, but I do know he's a pretty big name in the Wizarding World (according to Narcissa anyway). Sliding off the seat, I found myself edging closer towards the Gryffindor table until I was standing behind Harry.

"Harry," spoke out the Professor, Lockhart, his large white teeth gleaming in the sunlight as he shook his head. "Harry, Harry, Harry."

Harry didn't respond back.

"When I heard- well, of course, it was all my fault. Could've kicked myself."

Still, Harry didn't answer back. I couldn't help but become curious as to what this man could've been talking about as well. My eyes fell onto Harry's as he noticed I had been standing right behind him before looking back onto the Professor once more.

"Don't know what I have been more shocked. Flying a car into Hogwarts! Well, of course, I knew at once why you'd done it. Stood out a mile. Harry, Harry, Harry." It's quite impressive how he'd show everyone his brilliant, piercing white teeth even when he wasn't speaking. "Gave you a taste for publicity, didn't I?" said Lockhart, "Gave you the bug. You got onto the front page of the paper with me and you couldn't wait to do it again.'

"Oh - No, Professor, see-" Harry went to answer when Lockhart cut him off.

"Harry, Harry, Harry." Lockhart reached out to grasp his shoulder, "I understand. I do. Natural to want a bit more once you've had the first taste - and I blame myself for giving you that, because it was bound to go to your head - but see here, young man, you can't start flying cars to try and get yourself noticed. Just calm down, alright? Plenty of time for all that when you're older. Yes, Yes, I know what you're thinking! 'It's alright for him, he's an internationally famous wizard already!'. But when I was twelve, I was just as much as a nobody as you are now. In fact, I'd say I was even more of a nobody! I mean, a few people have heard of you, haven't they? All that business with He Who Must Not Be Named!"

"I'd say more than a few people know about the baby who did what most adults couldn't - defeating Voldemort." I spoke up. Lockhart's eyes shifted from the lightning scar on Harry's forehead to the S-shaped one on my own.

"Oh my-" Lockhart's smiled beamed as he looked towards me, "It's- You're the girl. You were- How is that possible? You're supposed to be-"

Harry's eyes fell on me.

"Dead?" I asked, "Why's everyone surprised to find that I'm not dead? Geez... Harry Potter only defeated Voldemort- he never got his baby sister killed."

The Professor glanced towards me as I spoke his name once again, before continuing with what he was saying previously, "Well, Well, it's not winning Witch Weekly's Most-Charming-Smile Award five times in a row, as I have - but it's a start. It's a start, you kids, it's a start." He gave the two of us a wink before he strode off. Harry and I just stood there for a second, looking at one another - both of us with confusion spread across our face as if we were both trying to silently figure out what the hell just happened just now.

**

Hermoine had sat herself down on a stone step with her nose buried into Voyages with Vampires as Harry and Ron discussed Quidditch among one another. I was awkwardly standing beside them, unsure what to do next, when I noticed a very small, mousey-haired boy staring at Harry as though transfixed. The small boy was clutching what looked to be an ordinary Muggle camera, and the moment Harry had turned to look at him, the boy's face turned a bright red color. I couldn't help but find it somehow adorable that my older brother had his own little fan club (although the fan club was pretty much just one student - if you don't count Draco Malfoy... don't tell him I've ever said that).