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Ron trying to fix his wand by a muggle object called scotch tape, led by Hermione Granger.

"Huhh... Say it, I'm doomed."

"You're doomed."

"Hi, Harry!" But then there was a camera flash from the Gryffindor table. "I'm Colin Creevy! I'm in Gryffindor, too!"

"Oh- Hi, Colin. Nice to meet you."

"I heard you're friends with Y/N! Hogwarts Slytherin princess. Where is she?"

"uh, she's over there at the Slytherin table." Harry pointed at the H/C hair girl. Who is not moving at all, well shaking a bit.

"oh no, I was expecting her to sit here. I'm too scared to ask for a picture because of all the Slytherins glaring at me every time I try to get a chance to get one." Colin gulped down his saliva, he and Harry looked over the Slytherin table.

Which are glaring at them.

"Ron? Is that your owl?" Dean Thomas spoke.

Harry had only just started his porridge when, sure enough, there was a rushing sound overhead and a hundred or so owls streamed in, circling the hall and dropping letters and packages into the chattering crowd. A big, lumpy package bounced off Neville's head and, a second later, something significant and grey fell into Hermione's jug, spraying them all with milk and feathers.

"Errol!" said Ron, pulling the bedraggled owl out by the feet. Errol slumped, Unconscious, onto the table, his legs in the air and a damp red envelope in his beak.

And everyone started laughing especially at the Slytherin table.

"Oh, no -" Ron gasped.

"It's all right, he's still alive," said Hermione, prodding Errol gently with the tip of her finger.

"It's not that - it's that ."

Ron was pointing at the red envelope. It looked quite ordinary to Harry, but Ron and Neville were both looking at it as though they expected it to explode.

"What's the matter?" said Harry.

"She's - she's sent me a Howler," said Ron faintly.

"Look, everyone! Weasley's got himself a Howler!" Seamus Finnegan spoke which made the hall into laughter once again.

"You'd better open it, Ron," said Neville in a timid whisper. "It'll be worse if you don't, My gran sent me one once, and I ignored it and" - he gulped -"it was horrible."

Harry looked from their petrified faces to the red envelope.

'What's a Howler?' Harry thoughts.

Ron's whole attention was fixed on the letter, which had begun to smoke at the corners. "Open it," Neville urged. "It'll all be over in a few minutes--"

Ron stretched out a shaking hand, eased the envelope from Errol's beak, and slit it open. Neville stuffed his fingers in his ears. A split second later, Harry knew why. He thought for a moment it had exploded; a roar of sound filled the vast hall, shaking the dust from the ceiling.

"RONALD WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I AM ABSOLUTLEY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHER'S NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK."

"I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT WAS GONE--"

Mrs. Weasleys yells, a hundred times louder than usual, made the plates and spoons rattle on the table, and echoed deafeningly off the stone walls. People throughout the hall were swivelling around to see who had received the Howler. and Ron sank so low in his chair that only his crimson forehead could be seen.

Y/N snapped from the familiar angry voice of a woman because she swears she have heard it before. Same scene but with the twins.

"-LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU, HARRY AND MOSTLY Y/N COULD HAVE DIED--"

"AND DESPITE THAT YOU BOUGHT DUMBLEDORE'S GRANDDAUGHTER TO YOUR MESS MAKES EVEN MORE FURIOUS!"

Y/N turned around and looked a the Gryffindor table. Ron sank so low in his chair as soon he and Y/N made an eye contact that only his crimson forehead could be seen.

Then it looked towards Ginny "Oh, and Ginny, dear, congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud."

Then it went flying towards me "Y/N, sweetheart. I apologise for Ron's idea of using that rubbish car; I hope you didn't get hurt. If you did get hurt, I shall punish Ron."

Once it faced Ron, it sticks it's tongue out and ripped into pieces.

"Oh my." I blinked fast, not catching up with everything that happened.

"Early in the morning, classes aren't even started yet. But you, Weasley already made a mess. Ugh." the great hall door close as the voice spoke.

"K-Kayden! You're alright now!" I stood up quickly and ran towards her.

I embraced her "Y-Y/N. You're hugging me way too hard. I-I can't breathe."

"Sorry!" I pulled away from her and fixed myself.

"I am quite alright now; I'm sorry if I acted a douche bag last night and this morning... I haven't got any sleep." she placed her hand to her nape and started rubbing it.

I wave my hand in front of me "it's okay, as long as you're safe now."

I can finally breathe.

She chuckled "Yeah."

"get some food now; you must be hungry." Ben spoke as be smiles at us.

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As Kayden and I enter, Henry, Ben, Easton and some of the other Slytherins hover nearby.

"Detention. On the first day?" Neville spoke.

"That must be some kind of record." Neville chuckled.

"I should think you'd count yourself lucky that's all you got. Good thing professor Snape didn't take points from our house because you added Y/N on your mess." Hermione glared at the boys.

"I should think you'd mind your own business." Ron glared back.

"Hermione, it's fine. I also got detention, but I can live with that." I awkwardly smiled.

But then Aunt Pomona finally came in, "Morning, everyone." but no one was paying attention.

"Good Morning Auntie." I smiled. "Good morning to you too, Y/N." she smiles back.

Aunt Pomona was standing behind a trestle bench in the centre of the greenhouse. About twenty pairs of different-colored ear muffs were lying on the bench.

She taps her wand at the table "Good morning, everyone!"

"Good morning, Professor Sprout!"

"Welcome to Greenhouse Three, Second Years. Now, gather around, everyone. Today, we are going to repot Mandrakes. Who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake root?"

Hermione, Kayden, Henry, Ben, Easton and I raised our hands, but I'm sooner.

"Yes, Y/N?"

"Mandrake, or Mandragora, is used to return those who have been Petrified to their original state. It's also quite dangerous. The Mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it." I grinned proudly.

"Excellent! Twenty points to Slytherin!"

"Ugh, miss Know-it-all." Pansy rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

"At least she's not stupid."

"I never asked for your opinion." Pansy scowled at Hermione.

"You two better stop, I'm still not in the mood of this drama." Kayden glanced at them.

"Sorry..." both of them apologise.

"Seems like you can control them." I whispered, she snorted "I'm not into controlling people, but if I do need to do it. They better obey me."

"Also you should be happy, we got points." I grinned.

"Whatever" she rolled her eyes once more.

I swear I'm going to pluck those annoying eyes of hers if she is going to keep rolling her eyes on me.

"Now, the Mandrakes we have here are still very young."

She pointed to a row of deep trays as she spoke, and everyone shuffled forward for a better look. A hundred or so tufty little plants, purplish green in color, were growing there in rows.

"Everyone takes a pair of earmuffs," said aunt Pomona. There was a scramble as everyone tried to seize a pair that wasn't pink and fluffy.

Ron frowns. He's gotten a bright pink fluffy pair. When the class is ready, aunt leads us to the garden area.

"When I tell you to put them on, make sure your ears are completely covered," said Professor Sprout. "When it is safe to remove them, I will give you the thumbs-up. Right - earmuffs on ." I snapped the earmuffs over my ears. They shut out sound completely. Aunt Pomona put the pink, fluffy pair over her own ears, rolled up the sleeves of her robes, grasped one of the tufty plants firmly, and pulled hard.

I saw Harry let out a gasp of surprise that no one could hear.

Instead of roots, a small, muddy, extremely ugly baby pops out of the earth, leaves growing right out of its head. I saw Neville's eyes roll back.

He fainted

Auntie plunges the bawling creature deep into a pot, removes her earmuffs, and the others Everyone save Neville, who lies stretched.

"Hm. It looks as though Mr Longbottom neglected his muffs."

"No, ma'am. He's just fainted." Said Seamus.

"Very well. We'll just leave him then. Come now. Four to a tray, plenty of pots to go round..."

"Should we...?" I took a peek on Kayden, "Nah, just leave him there. We'll do it later." she laughs.

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"By the way, I saw Percy with the Ravenclaw again. Did something happen?" Easton asked as we five walks to our next class.

Percy? And Penelope Clearwater?

"Nothing happened." I mumbled as I clutch the book to my chest closer.

"Just say the word, I'll knock him out for you."

"A fistfight won't fix the situation, Knight." the five of us turned around and saw Harry, Ron and Hermione.

"Oh, please."

"Anyway, we eight will be going to the same class, so why won't we all go together?" I giggled.

"But-"

"No buts." Kayden pouted.

"What class do we even have?" Asked Ron as we all started walking once again.

"DADA." Ben response. "The new professor is Gilderoy Lockhart." Henry grumbled all of us groaned except for Hermione.

"There's no problem of him teaching us, he's smart, and he defeated all those creatures on his book." Hermione crossed her arms.

IF he's actually smart and did all those stories on his book.

Oh poor Hermione.

"He's ugly, a fraud and an idiot." Kayden shrugs, she and I high five and laughed. "Also have you outlined all Lockhart's lessons in little hearts?" she added.

"HE IS NOT! JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE ATTRACTIVE AND SMART THAT DOES NOT MEAN YOU HAVE TO BE RUDE TO THE OTHERS." Hermione yelled on anger.

"You just admitted that I'm attractive and smart, well thank you for that." Kayden smirks.

"UGH!" Hermione stomped angrily away from us.

"She likes you?" Harry asked.

"And you two likes Y/N."

"Oh shut up." I blushed.

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When the whole class was seated, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly and silence fell. He reached forward, picked up Neville Longbottom's copy of Travels with Trolls , and held it up to show his own, winking portrait on the front.

"Me," he said, pointing at it and winking as well. "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award but I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!"

He waited for us to laugh; a few people smiled weakly. Mostly the girls.

"I rather die instead of him smiling and winking to me." I mumbled which was heard by some of the students(mostly the males) laughed quietly.

"same goes for me." Kayden snorted as both of us high five under the desk.

"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books - well done."

"We had to buy it, sir." Kayden and I spoke at the same time, which made the guys laugh.

"An-anyway, I thought we'd start today with a little quiz. Nothing to worry about - just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in--"

When he had handed out the test papers, he returned to the front of the class and said, "You have thirty minutes - start - now!"

I looked down to my paper and read it.

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart s favorite color?

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

3. What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?

On and on it went, over three sides of paper, right down to:

54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be?

"Im not going to answer this stupid quiz." I pushed the paper away from me.

"Wanna burn it? I'm going to burn mine." Kayden grinned.

"I thought you'll never say that." I smirked.