Harry Potter x Reader

Second Year - Rogue Bludger

"But I have hope in you, Harry. You can do this."
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Third Person POV

Since the disastrous episode of the pixies, Professor Lockhart had not brought live creatures to class. Instead, he read passages from his books to them, and sometimes re-enacted some of the more dramatic bits. He usually picked Harry to help him with these reconstructions; so far, Harry had been forced to play a simple Transylvanian villager whom Lockhart had cured of a Babbling Curse, a yeti with a head-cold, and a vampire who had been unable to eat anything except lettuce since Lockhart had dealt with him.

Lockhart had tried to pick on (Y/N) but she refused very quickly and sat frozen on her seat.

"Okay, let me see.. yes, (Y/N)! Up you get now, greatest honour this is for you, I'm most definitely sure.. to be standing and sharing the front of the classroom, with Gilderoy Lockhart himself! C'mon now!"

"No. I'm good on my seat thanks."

Seamus, who was sitting next to her, had to stiffle a laugh.

"Don't be silly, up you get! We'll be acting out my favourite in the series!" he said, joyfully and forcing his teeth out for everyone to see.

She looked at him, expressionless till she came with the conclusion of, "No."

He merely stared at her, and then he decided to take Harry up. Seeing as there were two famous people in the same class, much to Harry's pleasure.

Harry was hauled to the front of the class during their very next Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson, this time acting a werewolf. If he hadn't had a very good reason for keeping Lockhart in a good mood, he would have refused to do it.

"Nice loud howl, Harry - exactly - and then, if you'll believe it, I pounced - like this - slammed him to the floor - thus - with one hand, I managed to hold him down - with my other, I put my wand to his throat - I then screwed up my remaining strength and performed the immensely complex Homorphus Charm - he let out a piteous moan - go on, Harry - higher than that - good - the fur vanished - the fangs shrank - and he turned back into a man. Simple, yet effective - and another village will remember me forever as the hero who delivered them from the monthly terror of werewolf attacks."

The bell rang and Lockhart got to his feet.

"Homework: compose a poem about my defeat of the Wagga Wagga werewolf! Signed copies of Magical Me to the author of the best one!"

The class began to leave. Harry returned to the back of the room, where Ron (Y/N) and Hermione were waiting.

"Ready?" Harry muttered.

"Wait till everyone's gone," said Hermione nervously, "don't you think you should do it, (Y/N). He's quite fond of you."

"That'll make his ego go higher than it already is.. if that's even possible." she replied, "besides, after refusing to act in class, I doubt he'd be any fonder than he is now."