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Minerva McGonagall looked around the Great Hall and huffed, mouth tightening sternly. She looked to her fellow Heads of House as they congregated near the back of the Great Hall, toward the points canisters.
"Where is Gilderoy?" she asked, trying not to sound so annoyed.
Pomona Sprout snorted, "Are you sure that he hasn't gone to fluff his hair once again?"
"He's done it four times already."
"So?" Filius Flitwick shrugged. "This is Gilderoy we are talking about."
Severus Snape sneered, "He insisted upon sharing his shampoo with me, even after I explicitly warned him away. I dumped some Devil's Apron in his tea in return."
Pomona gave him a confused look, "Aren't nettles a laxative?"
"So they are," Severus stated, not looking ashamed in the least.
Filius and Pomona chuckled and Minerva sent the Head of Slytherin House a playful glare.
"For shame, Severus."
"No," he disagreed. "For revenge."
The night sky was clear of any clouds, allowing the full moon to shine without remorse. The Black Lake was illuminated perfectly with the lights from the castle reflecting off the water.
Leaving Hogsmeade's station and walking a ways away to where all the older students were going, they found themselves faced with an enormous cluster of black carriages with little lanterns attached to the tailboards.
What got Harry's attention, were the large, winged horse things that were so dark in color, they blended into the night almost too well. He stared, because they didn't look healthy. Were they ill? Whatever they were.
"Harry?" Hermione asked, looking confused.
"Don't you see them?"
"See what?" she asked, looked around. Ron was on Harry's other side, mimicking her actions in worry.
"They're attached to the carriages," he explained. "You don't see them?"
"Harry?!"
The three Gryffindors looked over to see Fred and George making their way over.
"Why are you all standing around?" Fred - he was certain it was Fred at least - asked.
"Harry says there's something pulling the carriages, but we can't see them," Ron said, looking a bit spooked.
"The emaciated, winged horses, guys."
The twins shared a look of confusion. "You alright there, Harry?"
He was about to retort, when a familiar voice whispered across his eardrums.
"You're not going mad."
It was Oliver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
"They're called Thestrals. They can only be seen by people who have seen death and comprehended it. It's not a shock that you can see them, Harry," Oliver explained, looking forlorn.
A magical creature that could only be seen if someone saw someone die?
"So then, you saw someone…" he trailed off, feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden. That was an inappropriate question to ask! He was being so rude!
"My uncle seized in front of me when I was young and no one would listen when I called for help. He passed. I just find it sad that child as young as you and younger can see these creatures. The world is a spooky place."
They all looked down for a moment, before Percy's loud voice rang through the area.
"In the carriages! We're late!"
"Come on," Oliver said, gesturing to the nearest carriage.
Inside was much like Mr. Weasley's car. Expanded to fit nearly forty people. Harry realized that he shouldn't be shocked anymore. Magic was amazing and he loved it.
They all entered the Great Hall with smiles on their faces. Harry's mind was pulled away from the Thestrals in order to take a good look at the place he called home. It was good to be back.
Hermione took to the other side of the table in order to sit across from he and Ron. She had a book with her, no surprise there.
Just as they were sitting, Ron caught sight of something and pointed for Harry to look, "It's Lockhart!" he whispered in horror.
True enough, the git was sitting at the Head Table, right next to Professor Sprout, who did not looked pleased in the slightest. He was talking to her animatedly, but she didn't seem to be truly a part of the conversation. She probably found him annoying too.
A sigh came from Hermione. She was smiling at Lockhart like he'd just discovered the cure for Cancer or something.
"Snape doesn't look happy," remarked Ron.
"When is he ever happy?" replied Harry.
"When taking points from Gryffindor."
True.
Everyone settled down and fixed their eyes on the doors of the Great Hall, awaiting the Deputy Headmistress' entrance. She didn't disappoint. The Head of Gryffindor House strode in the moment those doors opened, leading a long line of awed first years into the room.
The Sorting Hat gave its song, much like the one from last year, and the school applauded. McGonagall began calling names. A few stood out. A blond boy with curly hair who was staring at Harry in amazement. Colin Creevey who made it into Gryffindor and immediately shook Harry's hand, smiling widely.
Luna Lovegood. She had hair lighter than even Malfoy's shade of blonde and wore strange radish like earrings and a cork like necklace. Also, her wand was tucked behind her one ear. She bounced forward and was placed in Ravenclaw immediately. She looked a bit dazed but maybe that was a natural look for her because she made her way to her table fine enough.
Ginny made it into Gryffindor before she even sat on the stool. She beat Malfoy who had been on the stool but the hat never touched him.
Dumbledore gave his start of term notices. Nothing much different from last year, except that the third floor was free to explore once more.
He then introduced Lockhart and there was applause from all of the witches in the student body. The wizards simply rolled their eyes and looked around, unimpressed.
The food appeared. Ron attacked with gusto.
Hermione, whose nose was deep in her copy of Magical Me, gave another sigh. "Professor Lockhart is so brilliant! He says right here that in order to properly handle a ghoul, you need to-"
"You cast a stunner and then lock them in a tea canister with a proper banishing charm," Ron interrupted. "Mum read that passage out loud at least four times this summer. And it doesn't even work because ghouls would have to be transfigured first in order to fit inside a tea canister and the transfiguration would reverse after a while and your tea canister will break apart because the tiny ghoul got big again. We simply give our ghoul something he wants, which is usually chains. He only causes ruckus when no one in the house is making noises. That's what they do."
Harry was nodding, because he had indeed seen Mrs. Weasley beating herself up over not getting Lockhart's method correct. And Ron had been sent to quiet the ghoul down four times while Harry was at the Burrow and all he did was find the chains lying about the house and bring them back to the ghoul. Simple.
Hermione huffed. "You're just jealous Ronald. Professor Lockhart has done all of these amazing things in his books."
"No, he says that he's done them. If he actually manages to do anything worthwhile in class, maybe I'll take it back. But I don't believe him. Mum cried for an hour over not getting the instructions right and my mum is brilliant, so obviously he's wrong."
The two glared at each other. Harry simply scooped another helping of cranberry sauce and gravy into his plate of turkey. They fought like a married couple.
He paused, fork halfway to his mouth. Married couple. They'd be a couple in the future! He could see it happening.
When the meal was over, they were shooed off to bed. Percy took prominent position in front of them, walking very much like a peacock that was trying to show off. His Prefect badge was shining as it should be, since he spent hours shining it all summer.
'Wattlebird' was the new Gryffindor password. Who in their right mind came up with it?
He and Ron were already making their way up the the second year boy's dorms. There were 7 rooms for the second year boys, all surrounding the only bathroom in their dorm. Like a doughnut. Bathroom in the center with doorways from each room attached. Luckily, there were ten showers and ten cubicles.
Ron and Harry were in the same room thank Merlin. Their names were on the door along with Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finnigan. So basically, the same from last year.
With a look, the boys all found their beds. Neville fell onto his because he tripped over his trunk.
Harry removed his watch and placed it on the table beside his bed.
Varix suddenly became an alarm clock.
He followed Ron's example and collapsed to his bed. He had the morning to shower. He'd do it then.
The next morning, Varix woke him at seven, giving him enough time to shower and get ready. Ron grumbled but the mention of food had him up and ready in seconds.
They met Hermione in the Common Room and made their way down together. Hermione was clutching Voyages With Vampires, one of Lockhart's books, in her hand. Her bag was stocked enough and it couldn't fit. The boys sighed, knowing her infatuation wouldn't go away quickly like they had hoped.
The mail came rather early on and Neville was surrounded by packages. His chubby face turned a bright scarlet as he mumbled, "I forgot some things at home and Gran had to send them to me."
Harry was busy eating when a very bright flash went off, nearly blinding him. Colin Creevey from the night before, was standing on the other side of the table, a very large camera in hand. He was grinning.
"Hi Harry! I got a camera because I was told that is I brew a potion, I can make the photographs move! So I wanted my first moving photo to be of you!"
He was quite the excitable kid, that was for certain.
"That's… great, Colin."
To be honest, he didn't care in the least.
Colin nodded enthusiastically, before rushing off down the hall. Ron snorted, "Seems Ginny has competition."
"Oh sod off," Harry grumbled.
After breakfast, the 'golden trio' as some people had been calling them, headed from the Greenhouses where their first class of the term would start. They crossed the grounds, passed the vegetable patch and over to the collected group of students waiting for Professor Sprout to come and let them inside.
She came out from the castle, walking at a brisk pace. Behind her, was Lockhart, who was talking, like every time Harry even glanced in his direction. The stout woman looked ready to curse him, her hands were balled so tightly in front of her that they were nearly pure white.
Lockhart noticed the assembled students and flashed them a 'charming' smile that was all teeth. His lips thinned out in a creepy way in order to make way for the large, white monstrosities.
"Hello, there!" he called cheerfully. "I've just been telling Professor Sprout how to properly handle a Venomous Tentacula! I met one on one of my many travels around the globe!"
No one said anything. He was met with blank stares, mostly because no one knew what he was talking about. Sprout looked ready to keel over.
"Harry!" Lockhart's eyes lit up instantly. "I've been meaning to speak with you. You don't mind do you Professor Sprout - no? - thank you!"
Harry leveled the woman with a look of utter betrayal. She simply shrugged! Shrugged and ordered the class into the greenhouse they'd be using for class. She'd abandoned him… with Lockhart!
The blonde wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders. The boy stiffened, uncomfortable with the sudden closeness between them.
"Harry, Harry, Harry," Lockhart said, shaking his head just slightly. "Ever since our fated meeting in Flourish and Blotts I have made it my goal to speak with you again. As a fellow wizard who has more fame than most could imagine, I felt that you would need to learn the ropes. I'm going to give you some advice in swaying the masses, Harry." Lockhart gave a wink and added, "I know that you've been longing for more time in the spotlight and so I've generously decided to take you under my wing. A protege of sorts, really."
Harry's head was throbbing by the second time his name had been repeated. And the fool actually thought Harry cared about fame like he did?!
No, no, no.
Harry tried to pull away from those gleaming teeth, but Lockhart was deceptively strong. It was horrible.
"I'll be seeing you this Friday for our first meeting, Harry!" Lockhart grinned, throwing in a wink and sauntering away.
Harry fumed as he entered the greenhouse. He sent the professor as look of pure loathing and a promise of vengeance. She would get hers.
He slid into place between Hermione and Ron, looking at the table that was covered in pots of plants. In front of him lay a pair of earmuffs.
Professor Sprout smiled at them all. "Today, we'll be repotting Mandrakes. Who can tell me the properties of Mandrake Root?" she asked, eyes going to Neville and then to Hermione.
But Hermione wasn't the only one with her hand up this time. Harry's hand was up as well, which garnered the whispers of his fellow students, seeing as no one but Hermione ever knew anything first. Varix's study plan was helpful and Harry was able to understand most of what he read. And if he read it again, it came easier and easier every time!
The professor nodded to him, looking a bit shocked, "Yes, Mr. Potter?"
"Mandragora is a powerful restorative used in many antidotes and is able to cure those who are petrified, transfigured, or cursed, returning them to the state they were in before being cursed, petrified, or transfigured. The Mandrake - when matured - has the ability to kill with a single scream. A young Mandrake's lungs are not powerful enough to kill and will simply knock whomever is around, out for several hours."
Hermione's jaw dropped and Professor Sprout looked impressed.
"Excellent, Mr. Potter. Take ten points for Gryffindor!"
She gestured to the pots. "Our Mandrakes are seedlings, but I'd prefer you all to wear the earmuffs provided anyway. When you put them on, your ears must be completely covered!"
They nodded.
"Earmuffs on!"
There was a shuffle of movement and when all were good, she grasped the roots of the Mandrake and pulled it upward. It was uglier in person than in the art he'd seen in his book.
The class went at their own Mandrakes, Neville fainted mere seconds into the practice. No one moved to help him, sadly enough. Harry repotted his Mandrake quickly and moved to drag Neville out of the way of feet. He propped the boy up against one of the walls and left him to awaken on his own.
Not everyone had it as easy as Harry did. Ron's Mandrake was really fat and he had to hold it with two hands. Hermione's had grabbed dirt and flung it at her. Hannah Abbott's hair was being eaten by hers. She looked horrified!
One of the Hufflepuff students introduced himself to Harry as Justin Finch-Fletchley. He was a talkative sort and smiled widely the entire time. Apparently a smart one like Hermione but more reserved about it. He also seemed to have a crush on Lockhart.
To each his own.
After class, nearly everyone was covered in dirt. Harry, having a handy fairy godmother with him always, pulled Hermione and Ron into a small unused classroom on the first floor and wished for them to be clean, so they didn't have to rush up to Gryffindor Tower to get dressed again.
They had Transfiguration next and made it early. McGonagall was very strict as she waited for the class to assemble. They were going to be transfiguring beetles into buttons. To no one's surprise, Hermione got it on the first try, getting ten points to Gryffindor.
Harry's first try failed. So he attempted to think harder on it and tried again. That failed too. With a sigh, he tried to think of what the book had said about Transfiguration. You must want it to happen. It's not just waving a wand and saying some weird words that weren't fully derived from Latin. You had to envision it happening. You had to want it to happen. You had to feel it.
With this in mind, Harry tried the spell again, finally managing to get his brown and black beetle to become a small black button that was sprinkled with brown dots.
McGonagall gave him five points for being the second student to achieve the objects. She then told him to change it back. Hermione had already done so and earned more points. Harry set to the task, taking five tries before getting it. He then had to make as many buttons as possible by the end of class.
Ron's beetle was a fast mover. It spent a good portion of the class period running from Ron, but having nowhere to go in the limited desk space.
Ron was in a terrible mood by the end of class. Harry reminded him that they had lunch right after and the redhead's countenance lightened. Food. Lunch meant food. It was like he'd never eaten.
Hermione and Harry both had handfuls of shiny buttons.
"What if we put them in a pile and watch the chaos as they return to normal?" Harry proposed, thinking of the reactions to a bunch of beetles scuttling across the Gryffindor table.
Hermione huffed, "Lavender and Parvati would go spare. I'd rather not hear them whine tonight if you don't mind."
"Fine," he bit out a bit petulantly.
During lunch, Harry wondered aloud what their next class was. Hermione already had the answer. Lockhart. Ugh!
Harry and Ron were not looking forward to it.
After lunch, they went out into the courtyard in order to pass the time until their next class. Hermione was transfixed on Voyages With Vampires again and Ron and Harry played some Exploding Snap.
Colin Creevey appeared, smiling largely at Harry and asking for a signature.
"Huh?"
"So I can prove ultimately that I met you! And I really wanted my first moving photograph to be of you! If it wouldn't too much trouble at least." Colin said, face turning more red by the second. It clashed badly with his blonde hair.
"You're giving away autographed photos, Potter?"
Harry sent Malfoy, who had come strutting up to them like a peacock, a glare. Crabbe and Goyle sniggered like Malfoy had said something funny, which he hadn't.
"I am not, Malfoy."
The blonde wasn't listening and announced quite loudly that Harry was giving away signed photos to anyone who wanted one.
Colin told him to bugger off. Ron and Harry snorted. Yeah, the shy little thing suddenly became a mouthy idiot. Definitely a Gryffindor.
When Malfoy made a snide comment about Ron's family, Harry couldn't hold himself in anymore. "Say what you want about the Weasleys but at least the Ministry trusts them and doesn't conduct searches of their property all the time. At least Mr. Weasley doesn't have to take his son with him to arrange the disappearance of questionable artifacts in his care," Harry sneered, remembering that day in Knockturn Alley very well.
Malfoy's pale face went even paler. Several nearby Slytherins were staring at them now, some looking a bit shocked.
"What would you know Potter?" Malfoy glared.
"Honestly, I was standing in Borgin and Burke's when you and your father walked in. And all you did was clamor about wanting a gift and him telling you you'd be getting a broom. And you then tried to convince him that I wasn't as great a flier as people made me out to be. And apparently you'd been talking about me a lot throughout the summer holiday."
Malfoy's face flushed a bit. "Stuff it, Potter!"
"So you don't deny that you were talking about me all summer?" Harry teased, liking where the situation was going, for some reason.
Before Malfoy could respond, Lockhart swaggered into view, eyes lighting upon Harry instantly. "Hello, hello!" he called out, his turquoise robes glinting in the sunlight as he walked. "What's all this?"
Harry felt his vindictive side rear up and he fixed Lockhart with his most charming smile "It's Malfoy sir," he answered, making the blonde look at him strangely. "He was asking me for some advice about how to get his foot properly through the door, so to speak, but seeing as I'm relatively new at navigating the wonders of fame, I know that I don't have all the answers he needs. Perhaps you could help him, sir?" Harry proposed with a sweet smile.
Lockhart's blue eyes twinkled and he winked at Harry. "Well done Harry! Trying to help a fellow student! Yes, Mr. Malfoy I can certainly help you. Come, come! You have my class next and we can get there early while I divulge the various secrets of fame!" Lockhart wrapped a restricting arm around Malfoy's shoulders and pulling him along.
There was silence in the observing courtyard that was broken by Ron's loud snort. "Did you just sic Lockhart on Malfoy?!"
Harry feigned offense and placed his hand over his heart. "I can't believe you would think so lowly of me! I was merely helping a fellow classmate and who better to help him than our resident fame expert?" Harry asked, smiling innocently.
Ron snorted even louder this time, a rolling laughing coming out.
"We should probably get to class."
"Joy."
They made their way to the third floor. Lockhart's classroom was covered in portraits of him! All over the place!
He sat in between Ron and Hermione and simply got out the fountain pen Varix had given him long ago. He waited.
Malfoy was released to his seat, looking ready to kill. The glare he sent Harry's way made him snicker.
Lockhart introduced himself to the class. A very long introduction with too many titles and achievements tacked into it. He then gave them a 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?
4. What did Gilderoy Lockhart say to the Bandon Banshee before vanquishing him?
5. What does Gilderoy Lockhart revile most?
6. How long did Gilderoy Lockhart remain on the Isle of Fibblewumps?
52. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday and what would his ideal gift be?
On and on it went, only ending with a solid 52 at the end of the third page.
Harry and Ron shared a look. Harry left his blank. He didn't care about any of it. Hermione was scribbling away, a smile on her face.
When the time was up, he collected the papers and tsked over no one knowing anything about him. Except Hermione, who got most of her quiz correct and received full marks.
He then drew his wand and warned them about what they'd be learning. They may even be facing their greatest fears. He whipped the covering off the cage on his desk and the class just stared.
Cornish Pixies.
The moment Seamus laughed, he released them from the cage and hell broke loose.
One of the Pixies grabbed Lockhart's wand and hit him with some spell, knocking him unconscious. The rest spread throughout the room, messing up the portraits and everyone's belongings.
Harry leaned over his wrist and whispered, "I wish the pixies were back in their cage."
His 'watch' disappeared and Varix appeared, floating over Lockhart's fallen body. She snapped her fingers and the chaos was gone, the cage locked up with all the little blue creatures inside.
She smiled at the class, who all looked at her in wonder and some with slight distrust.
"Hello, midgets!"
Varix sat herself on Lockhart's desk and folded her legs beneath her. "So, this idiot isn't capable to teaching you how to properly deal with creatures. He was supposed to show you the proper charms necessary in order to trap a Cornish Pixie."
She threw a contemptuous look in the blonde's direction.
Malfoy sneered, "And who are you?"
Varix quirked a brow, "A fairy, obviously. I thought the wings gave it away."
True enough, her wings were enormous, stretching far from her body in slim, yet decorative designs.
"You have about fifteen minutes left, so I'll just teach you something interesting before you go… Hm…"
Varix got an idea!
"What are the Dark Arts?" she asked loudly.
A few raised their hands. She chose Harry's red friend.
"They're evil!"
"ERRNT! Wrong!" She shifted a bit. "When you hear about fairies, what do you think of?"
Another Gryffindor that she didn't know, raised their hand. "Happiness, goodness, sunshine."
Varix snorted loudly. "Definitely wrong."
With a snap of the fingers, she made a poster of a Banshee cover one of the blonde professor's larger portraits. Tall, with long black hair and grey tinted skin, with a gaping mouth full of fangs. "This is a Banshee. Banshee's are fairies. But they kill people by screaming. They eat children." Another snap and a poster of a Dullahan appeared. Another female creature, headless, carrying its own head as it rides on a carriage, directing a headless horse. "Dullahan's are much like Grims. They are signs of death. The moment they stop riding, someone will die. The moment they call the name, the death has come to pass. If you are nosy while they are on business, they pour blood on you. They are also fairies."
She looked back to the class, who all looked faintly disturbed. "Not all fairies are happy and cheerful. Which leads me to say that not all Dark Arts are bad."
There was a murmur of protest from the Gryffindors, but the Slytherins were watching her curiously.
"Now, I am a rather lazy fairy. I skip class… a lot. It's boring. I like to come and chill with the humans. I'm pretty sure I'm not evil, but the words is subjective for everyone so I can't really judge.
However, there is a woman in your Ministry who is violently attacking magical creatures. She is trying to pass a law that all fairies are Dark Creatures and should be killed on sight. Just as not all wizards are good, not all fairies are bad. And her plan is really stupid because the treaty between our realm and Magical Britain would be gone. And all the benefits you get from us, would go with us."
Not surprisingly, Harry's bushy friend raised her hand. "Benefits?"
"Yeah. Pixies - not these imitation things beside me - are just another kind of fairy. They have so little magic, their growth is stunted. All they have is pixie dust which makes objects fly. Wizards found several uses for it if added to runes or spells. Magical Britain would lose all Floo Powder, all Time Turners, and various other objects, should you label fairies as Dark."
She let them stew on that for a moment, before continuing.
"Your Ministry is the most archaic one in the magical world. So far behind the times it isn't funny. Australia is at the top and laughs in the face of you. You have perfectly normal creatures being labeled as Dark - which obviously must mean evil, right?" she rolled her eyes.
"Take it like this. I was curious about Harry Potter, so I went to Merry Berry Cottage in Godric's Hollow. It's a monument to magicals and you can go through the cottage. I found something interesting. Who knows what Blood Magic is?"
The Malfoy boy along with several Slytherins and Neville Longbottom raised their hands. She chose Malfoy.
"It's considered illegal and immoral by the Ministry and is punishable by up to ten years in Azkaban. It is an olde branch of the Dark Arts."
"Correct. Now, the Ministry claims all Dark arts are evil, so here is where it gets twisted. There is Soul Magic and Blood Magic. Soul Magic is bad for you. It is harmful to your soul, which is why it isn't practiced. You can lose your sanity, your magic, and your looks. Blood Magic can be used for many things, unlike Soul Magic.
So I was in the cottage, looking around. I found out that when Voldemort came," some students flinched, "Lily Potter ran up the stairs instead of out the back door where she could have Apparated away or taken a Portkey. Why go through the trouble of running up the stairs and into the nursery? Well, it turns out that she dabbled in Blood Magic."
There was collective gasp from the students. Harry was looking confused.
"She got her hands on a Black Quill - a special quill that uses your own blood when you write with it - and she carved multiple protective runes into the walls, ceiling, and floor of the nursery. Braided chains, done in her own blood, the protection is made stronger. The night of the attack, she ran to the room and used the quill to draw the rune of success and victory on her son. Sowilo. The Killing Curse has the same wand movement as the mark on the Boy-Who-Lived's forehead. By doing this, she was countering the curse.
It's an olde form of mother's magic, requiring blood and the sacrifice of the mother's life. The reason that no other mother's managed to save their children by taking the blow first, was because they didn't use the ritual.
The moment her heart stopped beating - which she had to willingly give her life to activate the runes in the room - the blood stopped flowing and the magic reacted. It is impossible to stop the Killing Curse, but not impossible to return it. The curse hit Harry, activating the rune on his forehead and it rebounded, killing the Dark Lord."
The class sat enraptured. All of them were looking at Harry.
"So here's the question. Blood Magic is illegal. It is considered a Dark Art by your Ministry. And only your Ministry might I add. And yet this Light Witch, managed to accomplish one of the most powerful Blood Rituals in the realms. Is she evil for going against the law? Or is she good for doing it to save her son's life? You decide."
Varix popped away, returning to her 'watch ' forum on Harry's wrist. Let them think about it. They could use real tutelage.
The class ended with the students whispering.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stayed behind them all, talking quietly to Varix.
"Was there a reason for that?" Harry murmured.
"Yeah. Trying to pull you midgets out of the Dark Ages. You need to realize that your Ministry is corrupted and you need to think for yourselves. I mean, come on. Labeling House Elves and Fairies as Dark Creatures. That doesn't sound off to you?"
"It does, it's just, what if Dumbledore find you?"
"He won't. He's a baby compared to me. I have centuries of experience and power over him."
"Okay then."
A/N: Another one is done!
-As you've seen, the teachers don't like Lockhart. Snape gave him a laxative.
-I decided to use Varix as a sort of catalyst for the children. The British Ministry is full of idiots and she'll help teach the children to think for themselves instead of believing whatever the Ministry says.
-I made fairies helpful to wizards in this.
-Harry's inner Slytherin is showing.
-I used runes! Lily Potter is kick ass in this! Just saying.
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