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Chapter 6

"I thought that we were going to be expelled for sure!" Ron said as we made our way to the Gryffindor Tower.

After we had been lectured about our wrongdoings, we were told to eat in Professor Snape's office to avoid the attention of our fellow classmates. Apparently everyone had heard what we had done. Even though we were not expelled from the school, all three of us had received detention for what we did.

"I did too!" I said and Harry nodded in agreement beside me.

"Password?" the Fat Lady asked us when we reached the portrait.

We all looked at each other, knowing that we had not been given the password because of of

entrance.

"There you all are!" Hermione said coming up behind us. "Where have you been? I didn't see you on the train and some idiots were telling everyone that you all were expelled for flying a car to the school. It is absolutely ridiculous!"

"Well..." I said.

"We weren't expelled..." Harry said with a smile on his face.

"What are you saying?" she looked at all of us. "You didn't actually fly here, did you?"

"Yeah..." I said. "It's a long story..."

Her mouth dropped and she began to lecture us about how irresponsible we all were, but was stopped.

"We've already heard it!" Ron said.

"Fine," she said irritably. "I just can't believe that you did that! Especially you Emily!"

"We didn't have a choice Hermione, could you just tell us the password!" Ron said.

"It's 'wattlebird,'" she told us and the Fat Lady's portrait opened up.

When we got into the common room, all the Gryffindors went absolutely wild.

"Did you really fly a car here?" Lee asked us.

"You are my heroes!" Fred said with a look of complete admiration on his face.

"Why didn't you bring us along?" George asked.

"They're going to be talking about this one for years!" Dean Thomas said to us.

Although there were many people praising us for our entrance, there were still some that were not so thrilled. Across the room I could see Percy glaring at us, not even trying to hide his anger.

"I'm just going to go to bed..." Harry mumbled as he made his way through the crowd, Ron following him.

I stood in the crowd and spoke to a few people that were asking questions, telling them that we only did that because the platform had sealed itself.

"I didn't know you had it in 'ya, Potter!" Fred said.

"I can't believe that you would do that, Emily," someone said with a disgusted tone in their voice.

I turned around and saw Percy Weasley with crossed arms and a look of disappointment across his face.

"You and your brother are influencing my poor little brother to turn into people like them," he said glaring at his two twin brothers, who rolled their eyes.

"Wait a second," I said. "You're blaming Harry and me for this?"

He made a stiff nod at me and still looked irritated.

"We didn't have much of a choice, the platform sealed up," I told him. "What's wrong with Fred and George anyway? Why is it so wrong to be like them? Ron would be better off like them than being a stuck up snot like you!"

Percy's face went red and he began to walk away from me.

"She told you!" Fred said laughing at his brother.

The next day was the start of the term. We sat at the Gryffindor table and received some happy looks from our fellow classmates, but some glares from others that were disapproving.

I grabbed a piece of bacon as I sat down next to Neville who was praising us for our entrance into the school.

"I can't believe that you all did that!" he smiled. "That's what everyone has been talking about since we got here!"

Then I swarm of owls came into the room and mail was dropped everywhere. Suddenly something large dropped onto the table, knocking over several cups and bowls and even making some people scream.

"Errol!" Ron said as he took the letter from the owl's beak.

The letter that he took though looked different than any letter that I had ever seen. It was blood red.

"Oh no…" Ron said with a frown.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"Mum sent me a Howler…" he groaned.

"What's a Howler?" Harry asked.

"You better open it now Ron," Neville told him. "Gran sent me one once and I didn't open it…it was terrible…"

I looked back at the letter and was about to ask what was so bad about it. Then Ron opened it and my unanswered question got an answer.

"RONALD WEASLEY!" the letter screamed in the voice of Mrs. Weasley. "I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT YOU STOLE YOUR FATHER'S CAR! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING! I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF YOU HAD BEEN EXPELLED! YOU JUST WAIT UNTIL I GET A HOLD OF YOU! YOU ALL COULD HAVE DIED! WE ARE ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED WITH YOU! YOUR FATHER IS NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK AND IT IS ALL YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE WILL BE BRINGING YOU STRAIGHT BACK HOME!"

Then the letter burst into flames right in front of Ron, who now looked horrified. The entire room was staring in our direction, each one of them silent. But after a moment everything went back to normal.

After breakfast was over, we had to go to our first class - Herbology. It wasn't really my favorite subject, but it wasn't all that bad.

When we got to the greenhouses, Professor Sprout stood in front of us in her usual attire with dirt all over herself.

"Welcome back everyone!" she smiled at us. "I hope that you are all ready to learn!"

We all surrounded our teacher, waiting to go into the new greenhouse.

"I heard that there are all kinds of dangerous plants in this one," Neville said happily.

Right when she opened the doors, we all followed her in. However, right when Harry and me were going through the door, we were stopped by someone behind us. It was Lockhart.

"Why, hello Potters!" he said with a large cheesy grin on his face. "I just wanted a word with the two of you."

I looked at Harry and back at Lockhart with disgust.

"For what?" I asked him.

"Just a quick word," he said happily.

We walked back outside of the greenhouses, after Professor Sprout gave us permission, and stood with Lockhart. He looked ridiculous.

"Harry and Emily, Harry and Emily!" he said.

We stood silent, waiting for him to say something. Instead of continuing, he stood there staring at us with that huge smile that he had.

"What!" I said, obviously annoyed.

"I know why the two of you came in here by flying car, you two don't fool me for a minute!" he smiled.

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked.

"The two of you enjoy publicity!" he said, still smiling. "You just couldn't stand not being in the paper for a second, I guess that is my fault!"

"What are you smoking?" I said. "It had nothing to do with that."

He ignored my comment and went on.

"I realize that the two of you look up to me, because I'm a famous wizard and all," he said admiring himself. "But, you have to calm down a bit. When I was your age, I was a nobody too! Fame will come! I know that a few people know about that little spat that the two of you had with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, it's not as big of a deal compared to Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award, but it's a start!"

He gave us a wink and walked off.

"What the hell was that about?" I asked my brother, who shrugged.

When we walked back into class, everyone stood around a table that was filled with all kinds of earmuffs. We walked over to stand next to Ron and Hermione as Professor Sprout started class.

"Now, who can tell me what a Mandrake is?" she asked.

Hermione's hand flew up into the air as she explained what it was, sounding as though she was reciting it straight out of a book.

"That is correct!" our teacher said. "Ten points to Gryffindor!"

We learned, mostly from Hermione, more about the Mandrake as class continued. Apparently, the cry of a Mandrake can kill anyone who hears it, but a baby Mandrake's cry can only knock you out, and apparently they help cure someone that has been petrified.

We were told that we had to replant the Mandrakes, who looked like dirt-filled babies, the entire class period while wearing fuzzy earmuffs.

"Hi!" a kid from Hufflepuff in our group said. "I'm Justin Finch-Fletchy, I already know who all of you are."

We all smiled at him, not really sure what to talk about. Lucky for us, he enjoyed talking so we didn't really have to say that much.

"Gilderoy Lockhart is something, isn't he?" Justin said. "I read about him and he is really brave. He's been in fights with werewolves and all other kinds of things. I'd be terrified if that was me though! We are so lucky to have him for a teacher!"

"I don't believe a word that he says," I told him.

"Why not?" Justin asked, looking almost offended.

"He's a big fake!" I said, almost laughing. "He's an absolute fool - just look at him!"

"Have you read his books though?" Justin asked.

"I don't have to!" I told him. "He doesn't look like he could hurt a fly! I think that he was just trying to get himself some kind of fame or something."

Justin was about to say something back, but was interrupted when Professor Sprout continued the lesson.

We were all sitting in the Great Hall, eating lunch, when suddenly I saw a camera flash.

"What are you doing?" I asked the boy that stood in front of us with a large camera.

"Oh, I'm Colin Creevey!" the boy smiled. "I just wanted to prove that I have met you two, would you sign it?"

Harry and I looked at each other, both dumbfounded.

"Already signing photographs, Potter?" Malfoy came over to us. "Look at famous Potter, can't even escape publicity at school!"

The Slytherins that surrounded Draco sneered at us.

"We didn't ask for this," I groaned.

"Sure you didn't," he sneered. "You're just too famous for your own good, aren't you Emily?"

"Jealous much?" I asked him.

"Now, now children!" Lockhart came up behind us. "It's not their fault! Would you like someone more famous in your portrait now, Mr. Creevey? We could all sign it for you!"

Lockhart smiled at all of us, looking idiotic in his neon purple attire. Draco looked as though he was going to start laughing at any moment.

"You have got to be kidding me…" I muttered, putting my hand in front of my face.

Then the bell rang and the crowd left.

"I think you two should refrain from this type of behavior, some people might think that you're a little bigheaded!"

"Yeah, you're one to talk," I muttered.

"I know how you feel, Emily," he said, obviously misinterpreting what I had said. "But, I am, after all, more famous than the two of you, so it is acceptable for me to hand out autographs."

He smiled at us and walked off.

"This is going to be a bad year…" Harry said.

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