"Welcome to the impromptu match between Gryffindor and Slytherin here at Hogwarts," Lee was saying, "This match has been sanctioned by the Headmaster and refereeing in the match is our own Gilderoy Lockhart. Wood has quickly assembled a team which had picked up the cup last year. I give you Oliver Wood, Angelina Johnson, Alicia Spinnet, Katie Bell, Fred Weasley, George Weasley and Hadrian Potter- Black."

There was a triumphal roar in the field as the Gryffindor team flew in the stadium. After the applause had died, Lee continued, "Here come the Slytherins. I give you Flint, Bletchley, Urquhart, Pucey, Warrington, Bole and Draco Malfoy. While many are surprised to see him on the team, yet it is due to him that this game is being played. We will see how he fares against the lions."

As the Slytherin team arrived, he started speaking again, "Now here comes the new referee Gilderoy Lockhart."

Lockhart swaggered onto the field, carrying the trunk with the Quidditch balls and a broom. Lee continued, "He will repeat the rules for the benefit of the teams."

"So, I... umm... I'm sure you all know the rules. Just follow them, okay."

Harry, who was listening to him, snickered. The ponce was going to make himself the butt of joke.

Lee had caught on, "The referee hasn't briefed the rules to the team, and this is a first. Perhaps he doesn't know the rules himself or he trusts them to not to break them."

Wood, who had probably caught on by now, said to Lockhart, "Professor, why don't you revise the rules for our benefit? There are new players on the team who do not know them."

Lockhart was trembling, "I don't think that is necessary, Mr... what is your name?"

They all howled with laughter. Lockhart was going to become the butt of joke by the end of the match.

"Professor, my name is Oliver Wood", said Wood, "And I think it is very important that we know the rules. There are too many rules for us to remember. I think Flint would agree with me. Won't you Flint?"

Marcus Flint was also nodding along, "Yes, why don't you revise the rules professor?"

The teams stood around Lockhart, looking at him expectantly and he sweated profusely, "Oh... umm... the first rule is... uh... don't hurt each other."

Adrian Pucey howled with laughter, "Professor, why do you think we carry these bats or there are Bludgers?"

Lockhart's face went crimson, "I... ummm... I mean don't use the bats to hit each other and..."

Flint and Wood apparently had enough of Lockhart's stupidity, "Professor, leave the rules. I know you can't be expected to know all of them, perhaps never having played yourself. Just toss the Quaffle and blow the whistle and watch for fouls."

Lockhart perked up, "Yes... that is what I have to do. Can you repeat which one is the Quaffle?"

Harry was trying valiantly to control his laughter and picked up the Quaffle and handed it to him, "This is the Quaffle. Now do you need our help to know when the match will end?"

Lockhart looked constantly tormented and looked as if he were in apparent pain but trudged on, "So I am now going to toss the Quaffle."

As he did toss the Quaffle in air, the entire stadium erupted in laughter. Loud throaty bellows and jeers could be heard from every quarter of the stadium. It looked like as if everyone found it amusing. The reason for the same was that the teams were still on the ground and the referee hadn't asked them to mount up as Rolanda Hooch would do.

Angelina asked Lockhart, "Weren't you supposed to tell us to mount our brooms before you tossed the Quaffle, Professor?"

Lockhart stuttered something incomprehensible however Lee was having fun at his expense, "It looks like Professor Lockhart had no idea about a game of Quidditch even though he may know a lot about Defence Against the Dark Arts."

As the stadium laughed again, McGonagall who was sitting beside Dumbledore asked, "Is that why you wanted to hire him, Albus?"

Dumbledore smiled amusingly, "I have no idea what you are talking about Minerva."

She pursed her lips, "Right. You haven't suspected that his achievements have been shady over the years or that he did not have the power to perform the deeds that he claims."

"I invited him here to show that world that he is all flashes but nothing of substance to him. I had hoped that it will happen in its own time, but I never expected it to happen so swiftly."

"As the referee has fumbled the match since beginning we have no idea how he is going to fare in the match but after this snag, we are now moving forward with the match. I have a feeling that today's match is going to be remembered in the annals of time."

Wood had mercifully told Lockhart about what to do before the teams took off so the ponce had released the Quaffle and two Bludgers. He mounted on his broom which bucked him once but he gamely held on and hovered at a safe distance over the pitch.

"Angelina is flying towards the Slytherin end when a Bludger comes out of nowhere and she dodged, passes to Katie who is apprehended by Flint. She passes it to Spinnet who throws it to Angelina who is in the Slytherin end and Bletchley fails to save. It's a goal!"

Lockhart's whistle came a moment too late to announce the goal and the crowd was in stitches. The match hadn't even started properly and already it was so much fun.

"Flint flies towards the Gryffindor end and avoids a Bludger and throws it straight at the right hoop and Oliver Wood sends it away as easily as if kicking it away. That is a save."

Harry was watching for the Golden Snitch which wasn't seen yet. In fact, he didn't even see Lockhart releasing the Snitch. Was it possible that the fool had forgotten to release it?

"It's Pucey with the ball and he dodges the three chasers and a Bludger and a Weasley and that's... that's a Dionysus dive. That's a goal. 10- 10."

As the game got heated, Harry watched around and could not see the golden ball anywhere.

Suddenly Harry had to dive steeply to avoid being hit by a Bludger which came out of nowhere. He kept watching the game as it progressed but had to swerve right again as the Bludger came at him again.

"Harry, catch the Snitch and we are ready to go," yelled Wood.

The score was already 30-10 and they were ahead. Catching the Snitch at this moment would put Malfoy in his place and give them the victory.

As he took a dive to find the elusive ball, he had to pull out again because the Bludger had returned for him. Now this behaviour was not normal. Bludgers weren't supposed to target only a specific person. As he was thinking, the Bludger returned again and he had to dive to avoid it. Malfoy in the meanwhile was trailing behind him and mimicking his movements.

At one point, Malfoy was beside him, "What happened, Potter-Black? Can't find the Snitch?"

Harry laughed, "By the looks of it, you can't find it either. Stop trailing me or it will end badly for you."

Malfoy started to say, "Wha...?"

Before he could say anything, his Comet was rocked violently by the Bludger which had been tracking Harry. Malfoy lost control and started to spiral to the ground and Harry shouted to the Referee, "Do something."

Before Lockhart could do anything, Snape had his wand out and shot a spell at Malfoy who stopped falling in mid-air. Adrian Pucey was able to catch him and Bole got his broom.

"We will have a brief timeout while the teachers attend to Malfoy", Lee was saying, "However Hadrian Potter-Black is still flying..."

Oliver had joined him, "Harry, we are having a break. Come down."

Harry answered, "Wood, the Bludger has it in for me. It is trying to knock me off the broom and I don't think Lockhart has yet released the Snitch. Get him to release the Snitch as match resumes."

Wood returned to the ground, furious. He kicked open the box and saw that the Snitch had not been released and turned to Lockhart, "Why is the Snitch not yet released, Professor?"

Lockhart was easily intimidated, "I... it must have sl... slipped my mind."

He immediately released the Snitch and Harry watched its course while also evading the Bludger.

On the ground, Madam Pomfrey determined that Malfoy was not hurt and then the match resumed.

"Looks like Malfoy is fine. So, we are back in game. Here I'd like to tell you all that the referee had not even released the Snitch."

Malfoy started trailing Harry again but at a moderate pace and looking for the Bludger.

As the Snitch came into view, Harry lunged for it, and it dived down. Harry followed it and went into a dive with Malfoy following. As the ball levelled near the ground, Harry pulled at the last moment while Malfoy tried but ploughed hard to the ground. Harry's fingers were almost on the Snitch when the Bludger flew at him again.

"CRACK!" A loud deep crack was heard, and Harry cried out in pain but leaned forward and grabbed the Snitch with his other hand. As he caught the little ball, he rolled off his broom. He could see the Bludger still coming at him and had no means to hide. It was almost certain that the Bludger would turn him into a piece of grease spot.

Other teachers had raised their wands to try and destroy the Bludger but suddenly it vanished without a trace.

Harry's friends were there then and looking at his hand.

"Let's take you to the infirmary", one of the twins was saying however Lockhart was there, "We don't need to go to the infirmary. I will mend your bones in a trice."

Harry was horrified, "No... Not you... I won't trust you with a knut let alone healing my arm."

Lockhart faked cough laughter, "He is delirious... don't know what he is saying..."

Before anyone could protest, he had waved his wand and presto! The pain his arm vanished but it dangled uselessly. It looked like a pink piece of flesh and nothing more.

"What have you done?," bellowed Neville who was watching Harry's arm flail uselessly.

"Umm... I... but he doesn't have any broken bones now, does he?," Lockhart said sheepishly.

"Broken Bones? He doesn't have any bones left", growled Hagrid who had come to the field, "Get lost ya idiot before I let Sirius Black know about you."

As Harry was resting in the Hospital wing, he heard a great commotion and sat up groggily to see what it was about.

Suddenly the door blew open on its hinges with a loud thud and in walked Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, their expressions thunderous and storm brewing on their faces. Hagrid was trailing behind them, futilely trying to stop were Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall also behind them and they looked troubled. The reason for their troubling expressions became apparent as Lord Black walked into the Hogwarts infirmary. He had a murderous expression on his face and Harry could feel the anger radiating out of him.

Harry tried to stand but Sirius stopped him and searched all over him before he asked, "Harry are you hurt anywhere else?"

"No Sirius," Harry answered.

"Is it painful?," Remus asked.

"Yes. Madam Pomfrey told me that as my bones grow, the pain will increase but I will be alright by the morning."

Sirius then turned to Dumbledore, and growled, "Where is the idiot who did this to him?"

"Sirius..."

"No Dumbledore. You are failing in your duties," said Lord Black, "What made you hire that inept wizard?"

Before Dumbledore could say anything, Sirius had turned to Minerva, "Is the Defence Professor office still on the 4th floor?"

She nodded, "Right by the statue of the Warlock Broderick."

Sirius walked out of the hospital wing and Lord Black said urgently to Remus, "Go with him Remus or he'll murder that idiot. I don't want my idiot grandson to end up in Azkaban again."

As Remus walked out, Arcturus Orion Black turned to Dumbledore, "Now tell me the real reason that you have hired that idiot? I don't think he can hoodwink you into believe those acts of heroism."

"No Lord Black but I have my suspicions that Gilderoy Lockhart is a sham artist and nothing more. You see I know for a fact that many of my friends did those deeds which he claims in his books but unfortunately I can't prove it because they memory has been altered irreversibly."

"So why did you bring him here then?"

"As I remember Lockhart from his school days, he was just an average boy and as he grew his spell work became too sloppy. I am simply hoping that his ineptitude will be exposed in front of the whole world if he is teaching here."

"Have you lost your marbles, Dumbledore?", Lord Black asked tersely, "What makes you think that will happen?"

"He has already proved once that he is inept at whatever he does", Dumbledore explained, "A few more of these mistakes and he will be exposed before the world as the fraud that he is."

"If something happens, it will be on your head Dumbledore", Lord Black roared, "And if something again happens to my heir due to that ponce, I will make sure that you will pay for it."

"As it should be, Lord Black", he said, tipping his head, "Now is there anything else you want to talk about?"

"How did that Bludger go rogue?", he asked.

"We haven't been able to find it", said Dumbledore, "But my guess is as good as yours. I think someone had charmed the Bludger to target Harry only. But since it vanished we are not sure what was done."

Arcturus nodded, "Sirius has already seen that Bludger and we have determined that a house elf's magic is responsible for it. One of my elves snatched the ball away just as it was going to hurt Harry really bad. It has since been examined and destroyed."

"Did you find the house elf responsible for it?," Dumbledore asked.

"Yes. It is a house elf named Dobby, but we haven't been able to find who his master is. My elves are searching for him and once I do, I will make him rue the fact that he was even born."

Arcturus then turned to Harry, "Take care lad and contact me if there is any emergency."

As they walked out, Harry laid in his bed thinking about the eccentric elf that had visited him over the summer. He was about to fall asleep when he heard a loud crack and sat up, throwing the elf away who sat on his chest.

"Dobby is sorry, Great Hadrian Potter", the elf wailed.

"Why are you trying to kill me Dobby?", Harry asked.

"I is not wanting to kill you, Sir", the elf said.

"Yeah right", Harry said, "Your Bludger only broke my arm."

"Dobby punished himself" the elf said showing his fingers wrapped in bandages, "Dobby don't want to hurt great Hadrian Potter. I want you to go home."

"Dobby, I am not going home. Tell me what is going to happen at Hogwarts."

"Dobby can't say sir," Dobby said, "Or Dobby will have to punish himself."

As Dobby lunged for the bottle of Skele-Groon his bedside table, there was another loud crack and Kreacher appeared and shouted in his loud bull-frog voice, "Kreacher catches the bad elf."

As the two elves started fighting on the ground, Harry watched in dismay. Kreacher seemed to have grabbed Dobby in choke hold but the younger elf was more powerful and was able to free himself of his grip and punched Kreacher in the gut which made him double over.

Before Kreacher could do anything, Dobby vanished. Before Harry could do anything or ask anything from Kreacher, he also disappeared.

When Harry woke up the next morning, there was a greetings card on his bed under his pillow. It was pink and a heart was drawn on it which would emit musical notes. There was no sender's name on it.

Harry took one look at it and saw there was no note on it. Thinking who might have sent it, he could come to no conclusion. Daphne wasn't one to pull such antics nor would anyone else that Harry knew do.

As he was thinking about it, the matron came in and Harry asked her, "Who brought it?"

"Don't know. It was here when i came to check on you this morning. Your arm has healed nicely, and it would be tender for a few hours, but you won't have any difficulties in moving this arm. Now if you want you can go to the Great Hall."

When he arrived in the Great Hall, the Gryffindor table burst into loud cheers and Neville ran towards him with Ron and Hermione in tow. They dragged him to the table, and he sat between the two boys.

As he was helping himself to breakfast, suddenly there was a loud bang and in place of Gilderoy stood a person who had black dread locks, his skin looked like it was rotting, blood oozed from wounds on his body and he reeked of a foul odour.

The students saw this and some of them cried in dismay while a lot of them laughed. Minerva McGonagall had her wand out and already undoing whatever had been done to him while she looked haggard as if she had spent the entire night doing it.

Harry turned to Neville, "What happened?"

Neville grinned, "Don't rightly know but ever since breakfast started, he has been transfiguring and every next transfiguration is more hideous. Mercifully Professor McGonagall is able to undo them or it would have thrown us off our food."

Harry grinned and said to him in undertone, "I know. It must have been Sirius and Remus's doing. They had come to visit me in the hospital wing and looked terribly angry. I was afraid Sirius would have killed him, but this is better."

"Good for them", Neville said, "And yesterday at dinner, Flint publicly lashed out at Malfoy saying that he can't catch a snitch if it hovering beneath his nose, so he won't be playing for Slytherin."

"Have you heard from Daffy?", Harry asked him.

Neville grinned, "Oh she was so furious that she was going to hex him into oblivion but I restrained her with a lot of difficulty. Good thing is that she has agreed to ask Lord Greengrass to find out if his deeds are real."

"Good," Harry said, "Soon everyone will know he is a fool."

It was then that Neville saw the card which Harry had tucked inside his robe, "What is that, Harry?"

Harry scowled, "It is nothing. Can you please shout a bit louder? I don't think the teachers have heard you."

Neville grinned, "Well it looks like a greetings card to me."

At the word 'greetings card' everyone in the vicinity looked sharply at Harry while Fred gave him a look which promised mischief, "You sly boy! Who sent this to you?"

Before Harry could protest, Neville had pulled it out for everyone to see. Harry tried to snatch the card from him, and his eyes moved to panicked looking Ginevra Weasley. She looked mortified as if someone had caught her with her hand in the cookie jar.

Harry mentally groaned. He had found the sender of the greetings card. He snatched the card from Neville, glared at him and walked towards the Gryffindor tower. As soon as he entered the common room, he threw the card into the fireplace where it went up in flames. He'd have to do something about Ginevra Weasley and do it soon.

Gilderoy Lockhart was not going to tell anyone, but the last night had been harsh for him. It was a just a simple mistake that the Potter Boy had lost all the bones in his hand and it wasn't even that much of a bother because it would have grown back overnight.

He was certainly not prepared for Sirius Black, the ex-Azkaban convict to come blazing through his office door, blasting it off its hinges, wand raised and thunder in his eyes. Gilderoy was in his first year when Sirius Black and his friends were in their last. He had seen how they were and how much powerful they seemed. He had seen them involved in brawls and duels inside the school and outside and was always terrified of them. He had actively tried to avoid him and his friends because he didn't wanted them after him and when he had heard that Sirius Black was sent to Azkaban, he had been quite glad of the fact.

He'd never imagined that Sirius Black will return to his life in such a way. He had just taken off his wig after having returned to his office when Sirius Black entered, looking ready to chew iron and spit nails. However the expression had changed as he saw Lockhart without his wig on his head which was kept on the table and he burst into laughter. Remus Lupin who followed him was surprised to see his friend laughing like mad and asked him, "Sirius what happened?"

"He… ha, ha... he wears... he wears a wig, Moony", said Sirius Black trying to control his laughter, "Have you seen someone more vain than him."

Lockhart was furious and tried to move his hand toward wand but his wand leapt wordlessly off his table and straight in the hands of Remus Lupin who shook a finger, "No, Lockhart. You don't get to use your wand with us."

Before Lockhart could protest, Sirius Black spoke and it was such a tone that would have made him piss his pants, "I have heard that you hurt my godson, you stupid, ignorant ponce. What do you think you were doing? You are worse than a mediocre wizard. I ought to punish you with the darkest curses that I know for having hurt my godson but seeing your vanity I have another punishment in mind for you."

He looked towards Remus Lupin, and they exchanged some glances between them. Lockhart could swear that he could understand what they were talking.

Sirius- "let's do it."

Remus- "Sirius no. That will be too cruel."

Sirius- "He deserves it."

Remus- "But..."

Sirius- "No buts. It is time that someone put him in place."

Then Sirius turned to him, "I see that you are too proud of your looks. When you wake up tomorrow morning, it is going to be the most horrible day of your life."

They had cast some spells at him as they left. Since the spells seemed to do nothing, he kind of forgot about it until he woke that morning and found that he looked like a clown. His lips were swollen, his nose was as big and red as a tomato and his golden locks were replaced with hairs which looked like it had not been washed in years.

But that was just the start of the nightmare. Every hour, his appearance changed and he could do nothing about it. Other teachers pretended that he was doing it to himself on purpose. In fact McGonagall even seemed to think that he was doing some good self-transfiguration and kept asking him for tricks.

The misery continued and every one kept laughing at his expense. It got so bad that he took the day off after his first class and remained in his office for the remainder of the day.

He was also thinking about this stint as Defence Professor. It was true that he was awed by the chance to come back and rub it in other's faces but it was seriously backfiring on him now. Only a few days in and he was already broken down. First they thoroughly humiliated him on the Quidditch pitch and then Black and Lupin had done what was left. He vowed to never get caught unawares again. If things like this kept happening, it would be a serious blow to his reputation.

"Harry lad," said the twins. "We have received a letter from Messrs. Marauders wherein they have implored us to cause mayhem for our dear Défense Professor. Sirius even said that the ponce wears a wig to keep his hair shiny and wavy as he appears in his books. So, what is the next plan?"

"Why do you blokes think I have a plan?," Harry asked them.

"Because it has recently come to our knowledge that you have decided to unleash everyone on him. The rumour vine is saying that you have placed a bounty on him and everyone who gets to harass him will get 5 Galleons for every prank that is done to him?"

"You have heard it right," Harry said, "I want him exposed as a Charlatan and I have a great plan."

"Are you going to share it with us?," they asked.

"Of course. You both have noticed how overly dramatic his works are? I will go to the Headmaster with a request for enacting a play based on his works and we will get him to show us everything that he said he did. We will ask him to perform those spells in front of the entire school. When he ends up failing at it, everyone will know he is a Charlatan and nothing more."

"A fair plan but what makes you think he will agree to perform the spells?"

"What if we brought in a reporter for report on the play? As far as I understand, Lockhart is a glory hog who won't be able to resist the temptation to get some more fame."

"We can work with that," they said.

"Have it at him then, mates", Harry said grinning, "I have a feeling that we are going to have some fun filled days ahead."

"Hermione", Harry called his bushy haired friend, "Can you do something for me?"

"What do you want, Harry?", she asked, a little tersely.

"Whoa. What has got you into a twist?", Harry asked her.

"Why are you people after Professor Lockhart? I mean he is a teacher. Why are you all making fun of him?"

"No one is after him, Hermione. He brought it on himself. We didn't ask him to become referee in the match. If he doesn't know Quidditch, why didn't he just say so? Why did he had to poke his nose in affairs that are not his own?"

"He is very good at Defence, Harry," Hermione said, "Haven't you read his books?"

"Hermione, I have seen his books," Harry said, "Have you read all of them?"

"Yes, word to word," she said proudly.

"Excellent", Harry said rubbing his hands in excitement, "So you can tell me a few things?"

"What?"

"Can you list all the things that he did and the year that he did and the place where he was at that time?"

"What is the meaning of this?," she asked suspiciously.

"Hermione, the Headmaster is going to organise a series of plays on his books and want him to play the part that he did in those books. If we are to get a script for the plays, we need it all simplified. Who better to do it than you?"

It is often said that flattery can open a lot of doors for you. In fact, it is one of those things which always works and it did work on Hermione. No one had ever gave her a compliment as this ever and she was already going through those books in her mind.

"I can do it, but I will need a week to sum it all", she said, "Do we have that much time?"

"Yes Hermione", he said, "We have that much time."

"I will start working on it right now", she said, "Have you got permission from Professor Dumbledore?"

"Yes", he said, "And he is very interested to see how it will turn out."

Next on Harry's list was to get his friends on board with the idea to bring the downfall of had already secured support in Gryffindor and Pucey and a few others had agreed to support him in Slytherin. The support of Slytherins had come due to the fact that Harry had rejected the points given by Dumbledore to them at the end of the year feast. Harry had demanded that every house be given the points or none of them. Dumbledore had withdrawn the points.

"Susan how are you?," Harry asked his strawberry blond friend who was sitting near the Black Lake by herself.

"Harry, finally you get time to see me?", she asked.

"Sorry Susan, I have been rather busy with the school for the last few days", he said, "and Lockhart is proving to be a nuisance."

She nodded, "I know. He is a complete idiot. Auntie told me that he is a flimsy person, and she even suspects that he had done nothing of the sort that he claims in his books."

"How so?," Harry asked interestedly.

"In that book about the Werewolf, he says that he forced the Werewolf to change and since then the Werewolf never emerged again but there is no such spell in existence", she said simply, "the spell which is described in the book cannot suppress the wolf forever as he claims or there wouldn't have been any Wolfsbane potion."

"I hadn't realised that," Harry said, "Have you noticed anything else?"

"I couldn't muster the strength to read through all that crap", she said, "Now tell me why you were looking for me?"

"Oh, it's nothing serious", he said, "Actually all of us are working on the plan to bring him down and I thought you could mobilise the Badgers into pestering him in classes, forcing him to perform spells and teach you something."

She grinned, "I'd love to do that. in fact, I'll put everyone to it today itself."

"Thank you Susan", he said, "That is appreciated."

She grinned mischievously, "Well a thank you won't suffice."

"What do you need then?", he asked.

"I have heard that you know a lot of prank tricks. I want to learn a few of them and I want to go to Hogsmeade. I don't know how to open the hump which leads to Honeydukes. You'll have to take me to Hogsmeade this Sunday."

"Alright", he said, "I'll take you to Honeydukes."

"So how you summer has been?", she asked, "I heard you were in the International Duelling Tournament. Auntie told me that you and Longbottom did well for first timers. I didn't even know that you were training under Professor Flitwick. I tried to get him to train me but he refused me after I couldn't disarm him in 5 tries."

"This was an exciting summer", he said, "I had planned to ask Minister Bones if you could come with us but she told Grandad that you were going overseas for the summer so I dropped the idea. We even met and befriended Viktor Krum."

"Really?"

"Yes, he is a very decent bloke," he said, "And we have been exchanging letters recently."

"You'll have to tell me more when we go to Hogsmeade," she said.

As Harry was returning from the lake, he ran into the blond haired Ravenclaw who was wandering in the corridors.

"Hello, Hadrian Potter- Black," she said, "I see that you are infested by Wrackspurts."

"Umm... what? Wreck what?"

"They are tiny invisible creatures who fly around you head and make you feel dizzy," she said, "to get rid of their infestation, you should try to do pranks."

"Pranks?", he asked in surprise, "What is that got to do with pranks?"

"Pranks make you laugh and it clears any Wrackspurt infestation", she said, "And I also see that you don't like Professor Lockhart."

"I don't hate him", Harry said, "but he looks like a phony wizard. Can you help me get rid of him?"

"How?", she asked tilting her head to the side.

"Just corner him one day and ask him about your Wrecksputs or whatever," he said, "And also ask him to show you spells and jinxes in classes."

"I will do that", she said and turned to leave when Harry noticed something.

"Ms. Lovegood", he called and she turned, "Please call me Luna."

"Okay. Luna why aren't you wearing your shoes?"

"Oh, my house mates have hidden them as a cruel joke," she said, "perhaps they also want to get rid of their Wrackspurt infestation."

Harry immediately understood that they were bullying him and he decided to do something about it soon.

As Luna skipped away, he went in search of Penelope Clearwater, a Ravenclaw prefect and found her in the library.

"Ms. Clearwater", he said bowing to her, "Do you have a moment?"

"Potter-Black please don't bow to me. Keep these formalities for the Wizengamot and the upper-class snobbish parties. Tell me what you want?"

"There is a first year named Luna Lovegood," he said, "Her dorm mates and probably others in your house have hidden her things and I saw her walking around bare feet. Can you ask your house mates to return her things by tomorrow or I will ask the Weasley twins to prank every Ravenclaw that they can get their hands on."

"Are you threatening me?", she asked raising an eye-brow.

Harry gave her a lopsided grin, "I don't threaten Ms. Clearwater. I do what I say. The twins are eager to assess some new pranks on unsuspecting victims."