I just wanted to point out something...
I know the story has a lot of grammatical and vocabulary mistakes, but that doesn't mean that I don't know English. I always write at night when I'm tired, so I make typos or stupid errors. English is not my native language; I'm sorry!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
This was our first D.A.D.A. lesson of the year. The door on the platform opened, revealing a smiling Gilderoy Lockhart making his usual dramatic entrance.
He proceeded to list all his accomplishments, while all the girls, including Hermione and Susan, looked at him as if he were a sugar-coated candy. I don't get it. What's the big deal? Also, what is an Order of Merlin?
Then, he revealed what was hidden beneath the red cloth. It was a cage, obviously, with several small creatures inside. They were blue and had wings and black eyes that seemed to stare right into my soul. They were squealing.
"Cornish pixies?" Seamus asked, amused.
"Freshly caught Cornish pixies!" Lockhart said.
Wait, pixies? First of all, I didn't know they were real, and, secondly, that's definitely not what came to mind when I was thinking of pixies before this day.
"Laugh if you will, Mr. Finnegan, but pixies can be devilishly tricky little blighters. Let's see what you make of them." Lockhart said, unleashing the creatures into the class.
Everyone was running around, some even screaming, trying to escape the pixies, and I wasn't an exception. Oh God. Ok, new fear unlocked. I saw Neville being lifted up from the ears by the pixies, with the corner of my eye. Oh, Neville, you are the easiest target, even to tiny flying creatures, aren't you?
Of course, I didn't stay still to watch what would happen next because two pixies came flying towards me and I wasn't going to let myself be a toy to those teeny-tiny hands. So, I just ran and screamed just like everyone else. I located Hermione and I ran to her, she'd know what to do, right? One of the pixies hunting me down caught a lock of Hermione's hair and Harry slapped it with a book. Wow. I couldn't help the little giggle that escaped me.
"Peskipiksi Pesternomi!" Lockhart shouted, attempting to cast a spell that, I assume, would get rid of the bugs, but a pixie snatched the wand right out of his hand and used it to drop a dragon's skeleton to the ground, resulting in our Professor running out like a chicken, saying "I'll ask you four to just nip the rest of them back into their cage."
Huh?
"What do we do now?" Ron asked.
"Pray?" I answered.
"Immobulus!" Hermione yelled, casting the spell and every pixie in the room went still.
"Or that." I said.
It was then that I noticed Neville was hanging from his cloak from the chandelier.
"Why is it always me?" he asked.
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I was sitting with Ron and Hermoine outside when we spotted both the Gryffindor and the Slytherin Quidditch team, talking...
"Oh, I smell trouble." Ron said.
We got up and headed towards the rival teams.
"...'permission to practice today, owing to the need to train their new Seeker.'" Wood read out.
"You've got a new Seeker. Who?" he asked.
Then Malfoy emerged from the crowd with that little smug smile of his.
"Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"That's right. And that's not all that's new this year." Malfoy said.
"Those are Nimbus 2001 s. How did you get those?" Ron asked.
"A gift from Draco's father." A member of the Slytherin team said, whose name I can't remember.
But of course, that snake would bribe the team. How else would Malfoy get in?
"You see, Weasley, unlike some, my father can afford the best."
"At least no one on the Gryffindor team had to buy their way in. They got in on pure talent."
Yes! Go Hermione!
Then Malfoy came closer.
"No one asked your opinion, you filthy little Mudblood." he said, and Hermione looked a bit taken aback and hurt, although she did her best not to show it.
I don't know what that means, but it's surely not good. I just want to punch him in the face.
"You'll pay for that one, Malfoy. Eat slugs!" Ron said and tried to cast a spell, but probably because of his broken wand, it backfired. We ran to him to see if he was ok.
"You ok, Ron?" Hermione asked, kneeling down beside him.
Well, he looked pale and...
"Say something!" Hermione said.
...a slug came out of his mouth.
A click was heard accompanied by a flash.
"Wow, can you turn him around, Harry?" Colin said, too excited for this kind of situation.
"No, Colin, get out of the way." Harry said.
"Let's take him to Hagrid's. He'll know what to do." he said as Ron spit out another slug.
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"This calls for a specialist's equipment." Hagrid said, handing Ron a bucket.
"Nothing to do but wait till it stops, I'm afraid. Better out than in. Who was Ron trying to curse, anyway?"
"Malfoy. He called Hermione... um-" Harry started.
"A... Mudblood. I don't really know what it means, but I bet it's not good." I said.
"He did not..." Hagrid said in a whisper.
Then Hermione stood up and looked out the window.
"It means 'dirty blood'. Mudblood's a foul name for someone who is Muggle-born. Someone with non-magic parents. Someone like me. It's not a term one usually hears in a civilized conversation."
"See the thing is, Y/N, there are some wizards like the Malfoy family who think they are better than everyone else because they are what people call pure-blood."
"That's horrible." Harry said.
I zoned out after that... Really? Just because someone's parents are not wizards, they have dirty blood? How could somebody think like that? Especially nowadays...
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The same evening I went looking for Malfoy. It was time I stepped up to that bully.
I spotted him returning from Quidditch practice along with the rest of the team. They were probably going to their dorms to change.
"Malfoy!" I said, now standing in front of him.
"Oh, look, guys! Potter's favorite pet!" he said, making the others erupt into laughter.
It took all my strength not to flee admiting defeat at that moment.
"Yeah, yeah, make fun of me all you want, but don't you dare call Hermione like that ever again. Or anyone in that matter."
"Aww, did they send you here to bark at me?" he said, and once again, the others laughed.
"No, no one sent me. I came here on my own, you know."
"You? A Hufflepuff? Sorry, that's a little hard to believe."
Ok, now I was mad-mad.
"Did it ever occur to you that the only reason you insult others thus making yourself feel superior is because you're just trying to give yourself the recognition your parents never gave you?"
BAM! There's psychology for you!
Oh God... did I really say all that or did I just imagine it.
Malfoy was looking at me dumbfounded. Ok, I think I said all that out loud.
"H-how DARE you, you Mudblood. You don't deserve to even think about my parents. W-wait till my father hears about this!" he said in a higher-pitched than usual voice.
"Now, now Draco, don't tell me you're going to let a Hufflepuff talk to you like that? Because if you are -" someone from the team started and then looked at the others.
"What? Say it." Malfoy said.
"I just think that a softy like you just... won't do for the team."
"Wh- No, I'm perfect for the team. I'll prove it."
"Fine, whatever you say." he said and left along with the rest of the team, leaving Malfoy behind.
"We are not over, Y/L/N."he said and turned around, running to catch up with the others.
... Oh GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE. He's gonna tell his dad, and he'll send the wizarding ARMY or something to kill me. Wait, do wizards have ninjas or secret police or something like that? Because if they do, THEY'RE COMING AFTER ME.
"What a brave little lamb, going straight to the butcher's hands." Ernie said, and only then did I notice he was sitting a couple of meters behind me.
I quickly went up to him.
"Ernie, you know a lot. You think I'll be alright and that I have nothing to worry about, right?"
"Yes." he said without looking up from his textbook.
"Really?" I asked with a smile.
"No. I think you screwed up big time. Yeah, you'll be lucky if you even get a funeral." he said, now looking up to me.
"Oh, come on, don't be dramatic... You're just being dramatic and funny, right?... Right?"
He looked me staight in the eyes.
"No." he said, returning to his textbook. "Everybody knows not to mess with the Malfoys. Only Potter and his little friends get away with that."
"Oh, well, I'm his friend." I said, now a bit more hopeful.
"Are you?" Ernie said, looking at me without raising his head.
So, something I'd like to point out is that for some reason, writing here has been tricky because a lot of times, after I write a part of a chapter in a 'story' document here, and save it, when I re-open the document, some weird things happen. For example, all the paragraphs mush into one and I have to separate them, or I make bold this part ( where the notes are) and when I re-open the chapter everything is in bold...
And it's been happening since day one, so please, tell me if I'm doing something wrong or if it's just a bug. Other than that, I like this site, it allows you to set your imagination free.
Thank you for reading!