Andromeda Malfoy: Harry Potter Fanfic

Cornish Pixies

Andromeda's POV

School is going well. Ron got a howler from his mother, which Draco found hilarious. Then during lunch a first year wanted Harry's photograph. Then Lockhart appeared giving the Ron. Saying the first year could have a photo with both him and Harry. And that they would both sign it. The worst thing was that Draco saw it and spread rumors of Harry giving out signed photos.

Anyway we're in our first defense class of the year and I am sitting next to Draco. Like usual. He had dragged me to class. All of our class mates are here, we are waiting for Lockhart to come out of his office. He does so and stands at the top of the stairs. "Allow me to introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, me" he says smiling.

"Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award but I don't talk about that" he explains as he descends the stairs. "I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her" he says with a chuckle. He waited for us to laugh; a few people smiled weakly.

"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books - well done. I thought we'd start today with a little quiz. Nothing to worry about - just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in" he tells us.

I did not touch those books, I didn't even pack them in my trunk. They are only good for a fire. Though Hermione has read them all. Lockhart hands out the quizzes. "You have thirty minutes - start - now" he tells us and I look at the quiz:

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart s favorite color?

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

3. What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

As the quiz continues over three pages. It's just questions about him. Nothing to do with Defense. I refuse to do it and take out my Transfiguration book. Half an hour later Lockhart collected the quizzes and skimmed over them. He tuts as he looks at them

"Hardly any of you remembered that my favorite color is lilac. I say so in Year with the Yeti . And a few of you need to read Wanderings with Werewolves more carefully. I clearly state in chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magic and non-magic peoples" he tells us. "But Miss Hermione Granger knew my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair-care potions - good girl! In fact full marks! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?" he asks and Hermione raises her hand.

"Quite excellent! Take ten points for Gryffindor" he praises. "Now Miss Malfoy on the other hand, did not even attempt to answer any questions" he states.

"That's because they had nothing to do with Defense Against the Dark Arts. They all questions about you" I snap. "We come to the class to learn defense not about your favourite color" I state.

"Well then you will be happy to know I brought in a dark creature for us to study" he tells me. He goes over to a covered bird cage. "Now - be warned! 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" he explains. "I must ask you not to scream. It might provoke them" he states as he takes the tarp off of the cage. To reveal a flock of Cornish Pixies.

"Freshly caught Cornish pixies" he declares and a few of the students laugh.

"Not very dangerous" Seamus says.

"Devilish tricky little blighters they can be" Lockhart tells us.

"They lifting people up by their ears and depositing them on the tops of trees and buildings. They also like to steal things, and their favourite thing to steal are wands" I add.

"No way they could lift one of us off the ground" Draco says not believing a word.

"Let's see what you make of them" Lockhart says and opens the cage. It was pandemonium. The pixies shot in every direction like rockets. Two of them seized Neville by the ears and lifted him into the air. Several shot straight through the window, showering the back row with broken glass. The rest proceeded to wreck the classroom more effectively than a rampaging rhino. They grabbed ink bottles and sprayed the class with them, shredded books and papers, tore pictures from the walls, up-ended the waste basket, grabbed bags and books and threw them out of the smashed window; within minutes, half the class was sheltering under desks.

"Come on now - round them up, round them up, they're only pixies" Lockhart tells us. He tries a spell and a pixie takes his wand. He runs into his office leaving us alone to clean up his mess.

"This is ridiculous" I grumble as I stand up with my wand. "Immobulous!" I shout and the pixies freeze midair. "Every grab a pixie and put them back in the cage. Harry and Ron get Neville down" I instruct. Everyone does as they are told and I lock the cage. I then storm out of the class with one destination in mind. My head of house's office. No way I am returning to Lockhart's class.

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Picture above of a Cornish Pixie.