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Out of all the detentions he could have gotten, Harry felt hehad gotten the absolute worst one. He would rather have sorted potion ingredients or cleaned cauldrons. Anything but Lockheart's fan mail!

Lockheart was the worst teacher at Hogwarts. He taught DADA and sucked at it. Instead he taught everyone about himself and his accomplishments. The first test they ever took had questions like what is Gilderoy Lockheart's favorite color?

Lavender.

Whic was the color he was writing in now, as he addressed envelopes and listened to Lockheart. Jessica Roberts, Brooklyn Griffith, Kylee Smart.

He listened to Lockheart talk about a girl he had hoped to marry, and told Harry of some girls who might be interested in him. Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Pansy Parkinson. He was disgusted he didn't mention Hermione.

"And of course, there is always Mallory Thamert in Ravenclaw." "Actually, sir, I already have my eyes set on someone."

"Oh?" Lockhart turned to him. "And who is that?"

"Hermione,"

Lockheart's face crinkled. "Her? She's a nice girl and all, brains, clever, and not bad looking, either, but..."

Harry felt angry. "But what?"

"She doesn't have any related public figures. And you really deserve better."

"She's one the the best there are." Harry argued. "No one compares to her and Harriet."

"Harriet doesn't have any taste in men either. Professor Snape over Seamus Finnigan, Earnie Macmillan, Dean Thomas, Draco Malfoy..."

That was the breaking point. Harry stood up abruptly, so the whole table lurched forward. "I'll not hear a word against my sister, or that scumbag being with her! Even Severus Snape is better than Malfoy!"

He sat down and continued scribbling. Lockheart kept muttering "oh dear, oh dear." He smirked.

Several minutes passed before Lockheart spoke again. "Well I suppose Mrs. Granger-"

"Potter. She isn't related to the Grangers. She wants to go by my name."

"Well you should tell her no. She wants the fame that comes with your name,"

"No, she decided to use it because she's pregnant" Harry said. "I'm the dad."

"You?" Lockheart was at a loss of words.

"Yes, me." He grabbed another letter and wrote Lily Snow on the front. "Its almost 11, after this letter can I go? I've got to check on Hermione." Lockhart nodded, and soon after he was walking through the twisting halls of Hogwarts.

He was walking toward the fourth floor, when he heard a low, hissing noise.

" Come... Come to me... Let me rip you... Let me tear you, let me kill you."

His head snapped up and he jumped. It seemed to be coming from the walls. He quickly followed it. If someone was hurt, he would have to help.

"Rip... Tear... Kill..." He followed it down one corridor, then another. "So hungry... So long... Kill... Time to kill." He rounded a corner and bumped into something. "Oof!"

"Harry?"(Take 10 seconds to guess who it is.)

"Hermione!" He immediately stood, and helped her up. "What are you doing here?" "I came looking for you, Harry, there's a voice inside the walls!" "I can hear it too." "Oh good, Ron thought I was crazy." "It's alright, and we need to hurry up and get you out of here. Your not supposed to be here!"

He knew immediately he'd said something wrong.

Her eyes teared up, and she shook a little as she hung her her head and sniffled. "I just had to make sure you were ok. I had too." It's ok, let's just-"

"Rip... Tear... Kill..."

they both turned and follow the voice through more corridors.

"I smell blood... I smell blood!"

On instinct, he turned and shielded Hermione, assuming they were to be attacked. Instead, there was a single lantern lit, with a cat hanging under it. But not any cat. "Mrs. Noris." Hermione breathed. As if the school had heard her, a low rumbling started, then grew louder- the sounds of feet on stone. Students poured into the hall and stopped as they saw the cat and the writing besting it.

"Enemies of the heir, beware? You'll be next mud bloods." Draco Malfoy said, sneering at them.