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the Weasley family, Harry Potter and Y/N Dumbledore got inside, they recognise a certain bushy-haired girl, and it was Hermione Granger along with her parents.

Who is standing nervously at the counter that ran all along the grand marble hall, waiting for Hermione to introduce them.

"Hermione!" you smile as you run up to her and exchange hugs.

"Y/N! I missed you so much! How are you?" Hermione grins.

"Marvellous." you beam, then you turned towards her parents. "Greetings, Mr and Mrs Granger." you flash them a big smile.

"Y/N, darling. It has been a while." Mrs Granger pinches your cheeks.

But then you heard coughing behind you, "Ah! By the way. Mr and Mrs Granger. I would like you to meet the Weasley family and Harry Potter." you introduce the two families together and also Harry.

"Huh? I thought you kids will be meeting that other kid." Mr Granger said.

'" That other kid"? What is he talking about?' The boys said on their head as they looked at you.

"Oh, she's not here yet." you nervously chuckled "maybe later?"

But then..." But you're Muggles!" Said Mr Weasley delightedly. "We must have a drink! What's that you've got there? Oh, you're changing Muggle money. Molly, look!" He pointed excitedly at the ten-pound notes in Mr Granger's hand.

"Meet you back here," Ron said to Hermione as the Weasleys, Harry and you were led off to their underground vaults by another Gringotts goblin.

The vaults were reached through small, goblin-driven carts that sped along miniature train tracks through the bank's underground tunnels.

Harry enjoyed the breakneck journey down to the Weasleys'vault but felt dreadful, far worse than he had in Knockturn Alley when it was opened.

There was a tiny pile of silver Sickles inside and just one gold Galleon. Mrs Weasley felt right into the corners before sweeping the whole lot into her bag. Harry felt even worse when they reached his vault. He tried to block the contents from view as he hastily shoved handfuls of coins into a leather bag.

You clutch on your bag as the scene from the Weasley vault keeps repeating to your mind.

Back outside on the marble steps, they all separated. Percy muttered vaguely about needing a new quill. Fred, George and Y/N had spotted their friend from Hogwarts, Lee Jordan.

"Fred! George! Y/N, darling!" Lee rushes towards you three and immediately hug you.

"It is nice seeing you too, Lee." the twins roll their eyes. But he ignores them as he continues to hug you "I miss you." he whispers.

"Aw Lee, I miss you so much too. How are you? And where are your parents?" you chuckle and pat his back.

Percy Weasley, on the other hand, saw you hugging Lee Jordan got him upset, "That's enough hugging and answer her questions." said Percy.

"Jeez, anyway, I'm absolutely chuffed today especially I get to see you, Y/N. And my parents are out there somewhere." Lee smiles.

"Let's go now." the twins dragged Lee away from you "See you later Y/N!" Lee yelled as you chuckled and waved goodbye to him.

Mrs Weasley and Ginny were going to a secondhand robe shop. Mr Weasley was insisting on taking the Grangers off to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink.

"We'll all meet at Flourish and Blotts in an hour to buy your schoolbooks," said Mrs Weasley, setting off with Ginny. "And not one step down Knockturn Alley!" she shouted at the twins'retreating backs.

Harry, Ron, Hermione and Y/N strolled off along the winding, cobbled street. You spent some gold on food and also meals for Red, your owl. You got sweets because it will be your last and you already know it because after coming back to Hogwarts, meaning no more sweets.

While a bag of gold, silver, and bronze jangling cheerfully in Harry's pocket was clamouring to be spent, so he bought three sizeable strawberry-and-peanut-butter ice creams, which they slurped happily as they wandered up the alley, examining the fascinating shop windows.

Ron gazed longingly at a full set of Chudley Cannon robes in the windows of Quality Quidditch Supplies until Hermione dragged them off to buy ink and parchment next door.

In Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop, they met Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, who was stocking up on Dr Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks, and in a tiny junk shop full of broken wands, lopsided brass scales, and old cloaks covered in potion stains they found Percy, deeply immersed in a small and profoundly boring book called Prefects Who Gained Power.

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"Prefects Who Gained Power? What for?" You walked towards Percy.

"This book got my attention." He said as he concentrates on reading the book, then he started reading loud for me to hear.

"A study of Hogwarts prefects and their later careers," Ron read aloud off the back cover. "That sounds fascinating ..."

"Go away," Percy snapped at him.

"Course, he's very ambitious, Percy, he's got it all planned out... He wants to be Minister of Magic..." Ron told Harry and Hermione in an undertone.

"At least he has a plan, Ronald." I groan.

"Hmph." Ron looked away; I sigh "I'll get going." I smiled at Percy; he smiled back and nodded.

After that, we left him. An hour later, we headed for Flourish and Blotts. There were by no means the only ones making our way to the bookshop. As we approached it, we saw to their surprise a large crowd jostling outside the doors, trying to get in.

The reason for this was proclaimed by a large banner stretched across the upper windows:

GILDEROY LOCKHART

will be signing copies of his autobiography

MAGICAL ME

Today 12:30 P.M. to 4:30 P.M.

"Oh, no." I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"We can actually meet him!" Hermione squealed. "I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist!"

"I should have gone with uncle Hagrid." I groan.

The crowd seemed to be made up mostly of witches around Mrs Weasley's age. A harassed-looking wizard stood at the door, saying, "Calmly, please, ladies... Don't push, there... mind the books, now..."

Harry, Ron, Hermione and I squeezed inside. A long line wound right to the back of the shop, where Gilderoy Lockhart was signing his books. We each grabbed a copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 and sneaked up the line to where the rest of the Weasleys were standing with Mr and Mrs Granger.

"Oh, there you are, good," said Mrs Weasley. She sounded breathless and kept patting her hair. "We'll be able to see him in a minute..."

Gilderoy Lockhart came slowly into view, seated at a table surrounded by large pictures of his face, all winking and flashing dazzlingly white teeth at the crowd. The real Lockhart was wearing robes of forget-me-not blue that exactly matched his eyes; his pointed wizard's hat was set at a jaunty angle on his wavy hair.

"He's not even good looking, oh Goddess. Please send this man where he belongs." I grumble.

Hell.

A short, irritable-looking man was dancing around taking photographs with a large black camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every blinding flash.

"Out of the way, there," he snarled at Ron, moving back to get a better shot. "This is for the Daily Prophet--"

"Big deal," said Ron, rubbing his foot where the photographer had stepped on it.

Gilderoy Lockhart heard him. He looked up. He saw Ron - and then he saw Harry. He stared. Then he leapt to his feet and positively shouted, "It can't be Harry Potter?"

But then he looked at me, who's just standing next to Harry. "Oh dear me, I think I've been blessed. Y/N Dumbledore is here too." he grins.

Don't say my name with your mouth.

The crowd parted, whispering excitedly; Lockhart dived forward, seized Harry's and my arm, and pulled us to the front. The crowd burst into applause. Harry's face burned while I kept a straight face as Lockhart shook our hand for the photographer, who was clicking away madly, wafting thick smoke over the Weasleys.

"Nice big smile, Harry, Y/N," said Lockhart, through his gleaming teeth.

I rather not smile with you

"Together, you two and I are worth the front page." When he finally let go of Harry's hand, he suddenly kissed my hand and winked.

Great. Another paedophile.

I wiped my hand to my robes, Oh Salazar, I have to burn this robe too. Much better my hand also.

We tried to veer back over to the Weasleys, but Lockhart threw an arm around our shoulders and clamped on us tightly to his side.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he shouted, waving for quiet. "What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time!"

But then I noticed some familiar eyes from the window watching me and watching me suffer from this man. Instead of helping me, they're smirking.

"When young Harry and young Y/N here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, they only wanted to buy my autobiography - which I shall be happy to present them now, free of charge -" The crowd applauded again.

"They had no idea," Lockhart continued, giving us a little shake that made Harry's glasses slip to the end of his nose, "that they would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. Y/N and Harry, along with their schoolmates, will be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

Oh, Goddess. Please take me; I do not want to go back to Hogwarts with this-

I looked at him all smiley at the camera, loving all the attention he's getting from us. But then he turned towards me and winked once again.

-Attention seeker paedophile annoying man.

I tried not to throw up, instead. I looked at the Weasley boys who are just staring at me.

'Help me.' I mouthed.

The twins giggled while Percy sighed along with Ron.

The crowd cheered and clapped, and we found ourselves being presented with the entire works of Gilderoy Lockhart.

"This is boring." I whispered to Harry.

"Yeah, it does."

Staggering slightly under their weight, we managed to make our way out of the limelight to the edge of the room, where Ginny was standing next to her new cauldron.

"You have these," I mumbled to her, tipping the books into the cauldron. "I'll buy my own--"

"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" Said a voice Harry and I had no trouble recognising. He straightened up and found himself face-to-face with Draco Malfoy, who was wearing his usual sneer.

He got a bit taller, and he changes a bit.

"Famous Harry Potter," said Draco. "Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."

"Leave him alone; he didn't want all that!" said Ginny. It was the first time she had spoken in front of Harry. She was glaring at Draco.

Nice save Ginny. I didn't even want it either.

"Oh look, Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend!" drawled Malfoy. Ginny went scarlet as Ron and Hermione fought their way over, both clutching stacks of Lockhart's books.

"Draco. Drop it."

He then swung towards me; he grabbed my hand and gave it a peck. I felt my cheeks becoming hot.

"Pleasure to see again, Y/N. You haven't replied to all my mails, I got worried," said Draco as he soon gave me a tight hug.

"I-"

"Oh, it's you," said Ron, looking at Draco as if he were something unpleasant on the sole of his shoe. "Bet you're surprised to see Harry here, eh?"

Draco pulled away.

"Not as surprised as I am to see you in a shop, Weasley," retorted Draco. "I suppose your parents will go hungry for a month to pay for all those."

"Draco!" I exclaimed.

Ron went as red as Ginny. He dropped his books into the cauldron, too, and started toward Malfoy, but Harry and Hermione grabbed the back of his jacket as I went in the middle of them.

"Ron, calm down." I stepped forward and gave him a hug patting his back.

"Dont let him get in you." I felt him smirked at my shoulder. Pretty sure to make Draco angry.

"Now, now Draco, play nicely. Mr Potter... Lucius Malfoy. We meet at last." he shook Harry's hand but then pulled him closer.

"Forgive me, your scar is a legend, as, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you."

"Voldemort killed my parents. He was nothing more than a murderer."

"Hmm. You must be very brave, to mention his name...or very foolish."

"Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself," Hermione spoke.

"And you must be... Miss Granger. Yes, Draco's told me all about you and your parents. Muggles, aren't they?"

Then he looked at the Weasleys. "Let me see...red hair... vacant expressions... tatty second-hand book. You must be the Weasleys."

"Children!" said Mr Weasley, struggling over with Fred and George. "What are you doing? It's too crowded in here, let's go outside."

"Well, well, well - Arthur Weasley."

Not another trouble.