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Chapter 4

"We shouldn't be looking for heroes, we should be looking for good ideas."
— Noam Chomsky

So I'll now fully explain what I meant about being an inventor (remember the 'o' people).

Of course, this meant potions was actually a subject I liked, despite flabby old Slughorn who smelt of goat's cheese.

Apparently my wand is pretty indestructible, like a Nokia phone (ignore this purebloods), so when I decided to come up with my own spells, It didn't fizz up and shatter like take 1* did in my first year. I'm not going to lie, I usually never have a specific goal in mind, but when I manage to make a passing Slytherin scream like a girl when their robes changing into a unitard with the consistency of translucent goo, I'm not going to complain.

I even write down successful (or ones with potential) creations in my moleskin notebook, which lives happily in the pocket of my school robes.

But perhaps I got a little too ambitious, for my next actions were to combine spells.

First, I was shockingly cautious and logical, like pairing aquatic spells together, or a disillusionment spell with a standard muffliato. The trick was to think of a way to combine the chant for each spell without self combusting, otherwise you might as well just perform the spells one after the other (albeit swiftly).

Then...things got out of hand.

Perhaps the 4th floor girl's bathroom wasn't the best place to try it out, I can say that now.

There was a lot of exploding mirrors and the hot water blasted out so that this weird imp thingyies made out of steam could form, no larger than my face. They all cackled and waved at me in a haunting way that was far too similar to a pixie. I turn about, and ta da, her majesty Lily Evans is glaring daggers at me, and proceeds to screech in her 'little ms prefect' voice.

Its a horrible, nails on chalk board sound, let me tell you.

So my vapour pixie minions that I had no control over whatsoever zoomed around the school causing a lot of chaos, and then Peeves got all excited and joined in, and then of course the Marauders felt left out.

It was a terrifying weekend. Hogwarts truly became a warzone, with no truly safe place but for Dumbledoor's office (and the teacher's lounge).

I'm quite well acquainted with the place.

And of course, prissy Evans tattled that I had started the entire thing in a ploy to sabotage the approaching exam season by destroying the school, and I ended up with 3 months of detention.

I felt so lost and confused on my first free night once my punishment was over, so usually I polish my wand at that time, to make up for the lack of trophies or floors to polish.

Creature of habit, I am.

I suppose all this time in the spot light made the Marauders see me as competition or something, as if I had issued a formal 'up yours'.

Everywhere I turned, everyday and night for the past 2 weeks, they've been pranking me all out. I can't tell you how frustrating it is to try and get rid of the smell of rotting eggs out of you hair, or the humiliation of being hexed into reciting erotica in the great hall is.

I'm not one to call out a good joke, but this has gone too far.

I realised that I'm no longer in on the joke, and that I'm now the but of it. They're not interested in making friends, but proving a point, that they're the best pranking wizards.

Well, they can bloody keep their stupid titles. All I ever wanted was to learn some awesome spells, and creative something wonderful.

I have feelings, and they fucking hurt. Do you know what it's like to not feel safe at school? Because this is starting to become stand up bullying now, and no matter how creatively I fight back, it just won't stop, even with teachers and threats and putting wards around my bed at night just to feel partially safe.

And so, I started to look for a way to create a hero.