The Protector

Dueling Club

"Again?"  Hermione asked. It has been a couple days since Harry has been released from the Hospital Wing. He got released a few days after his...incident. Since then we have collected the ingredients for the Polyjuice potions. There has been one attack since then, so we've been careful not to wonder off without each other. We were now in the girls bathroom, which no one used. Nobody used it because a ghost, Moaning Myrtle, haunted the bathroom. She was always crying too. I didn't mind though. 

"So I was right?" I piped up. "About my instinct." 

They all nodded, and Hermione poured in some ingredient into the pot. 

"Of course," Ron said, who was leaning up against a stall. "He probably opened it when he went here." 

"It wouldn't have been Lucius. He's too cowardly," I said rolling my eyes. "This is going to be like the 'it's Snape' thing last year huh?"

"Probably," Hermione nodded. "But we won't know for sure until this potion gets done." 

I groaned and leaned my head up against  the wall. 

"Please enlighten me," Ron said, "why are we brewing a potion in broad daylight in the middle of a girls lavatory?" 

"Because nobody comes in here," I said standing up. 

"Why?" Harry asked. 

I walked over to the stalls, "Myrtle," I called. 

"Who's Mrytle?" Ron asked. 

A girl showed up beside me, "I'm Moaning Myrtle!" She flew to atop the sinks, "But I wouldn't expect you to know me." She started to float down slowly, "Who would know ugly, miserable, moaning, moping Mrytle?!" She cried and flew to a nearby stall. Water spashed everywhere once she flew into the toilet. 

I looked to my friends. Ron and Harry were stunned. Hermione was just making the potion, "She can be a little sensitive," Hermione said to us. 

I nodded. Just a bit. 

=== Time Skip ===  

It was now time for our self-defence class. At least I thought it was. We all gathered in an area of the castle I had never seen before. In the middle of the room stood a long table and on it were crests. Like a phase of the moon. 

I was talking with Hermione, Harry, and Ron when I heard Lockhart get out attention, "Gather 'round. Gather 'round." We walked up to the long stage like thing, and watched as Lockhart walked on top of it. "Can everybody hear me? Can you all see me?" 

"I wish I couldn't," I whispered to Ron, who was on my left. 

He covered his mouth in the attempts not to laugh. Hermione, who was on my right, elbowed me in the ribs. I winced. My ribs were still sore from last year. I looked back up to Professor Lockhart. "In light of the dark events of recent weeks, Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this dueling club. To train you all up, in case you ever need to defend yourselves, as I did on numerous occasions." 

I crossed my arms, Well I have had to do the same and I am perfectly happy with where I am right now. I am alive and okay. 

Lockhart took off his robe like thing, and threw it to a group of girls to the left of us. The girls grabbed at it and shrieked as they got to pet it. I rolled my eyes, How could someone be such an arrogant little...I'm not going to finich that sentence. 

"Let me introduce you to my new assistant," He put his hand outward to the other end of the of the stage. "Professor Snape."