harry potter imagines

019.|| what's inside [young!s.s.]

Summary: He finds out why you and Lucius fight a lot, and he never expected that will happen.

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[Sixth Year]

[Severus' Point of View]

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What's Inside

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Your eyes focused on the girl in front of you. She is fuming at Lucius, the Slytherin house prefect. She's got the nerve to fight him.

Malfoy smirked, and thrown another insult. Verbal fight is common with them.

A day doesn't pass if they don't fight. It's either Lucius is the loser or [Name]. But it is usually [Name].

"Ugh, just stop fighting, you two are causing some scene here."

You whispered to yourself, and got back to your work and making up some spells.

"Sectumsepra - for enemies."

Defense Spells to exact.

You've been making defense spells for a long time for James Potter and his gang. If [Name] is bullied verbally, you are bullied verbally, and physically by James.

As you wrote the spell, an almost blinding light got caught in your peripheral vision. Someone casted a spell, and it was [Name]. This really happens when she got fed up. She will cast a spell on Lucius, and Lucius will break an arm or a leg, and she will get detention.

You looked up to find out what limb Lucius broke again. It was his right arm. He looked totally in pain, as usual.

Wait, did I even mentioned that you are in Potions? Probably not, but it is.

Professor Slughorn walked in, and let out a wild gasp as he saw the fight. He ran, almost stumbling, to Lucius, who is groaning from the agony of his broken arm.

Unimpressed, he told Malfoy to go to the Hospital Wing. After the prefect scurried away with saying loudly, almost shouting, that he is taking fifteen points off [House], Professor Slughorn and [Name]'s housemates looked at her with total disappointment.

"[Name], I am about to take points off from [House], but I think that Mr. Malfoy already did it. I am afraid that you are getting an another detention after all of your classes."

She rolled her eyes at him, and slammed her Potions book on her desk. She picked up her bag and slung it on her shoulder and stomped away from the classroom, looking totally pissed.

Professor Slughorn sighed and just continued with his class, while you, on the other hand, just survived the lesson through self-study, and quietly editing the wrong contents of the book.

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The class ended and it's your free period. You strolled through the Court Yard, hoping to find a place to find some peace.