We all stare at Parvati.

Did she say, Olivia Fields? As in Amy's sister, Olivia Fields?

I glance at Amy. She doesn't look surprised. Does she know?

"Amy," I finally say. "Is it your sister?"

She looks at me. "Of course not. My sister died, Sarah," a tear comes to her eye. She wipes it away. "Anyway, she was three years younger than me." She says as she continues unpacking.

I fall back on the bed, close my eyes and think. What Amy just said is true. Her sister was younger-but could this Olivia Fields be related to Amy? I need to find out.

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The next morning is a usual Hogwarts morning. I wake up, get ready and meet Amy so we can go down to breakfast. We're just getting back into the routine. Might as well start early.

In the Great Hall there are a few students that must be eager for class. There's three Ravenclaw 6th years, two Hufflepuff 4th years, no Slytherins, Seamus, Dean, Amy, Professor Dumbledore and I.

"Morning." I say happily to Seamus and Dean.

"Morning Sarah." Seamus says in his amazing Irish accent.

"Morning." Dean says.

"So," I say loading my plate with bacon, eggs, toast and sausages. "You guys excited for class?"

Dean snorts. "Trust you, Sarah, to be excited for class."

I glare at him. Git.

"Sort of." Seamus says.

I smile at Seamus. In case you were wondering, yes, I still have a crush on Seamus.

As soon as I finish my breakfast, Hermione comes in with a book. Of course she's got a book. Okay, I am a bookworm, but she always has a book with her.

"Good morning." She says as she sits down. She gets some toast and props her book up against the milk jug. It's 'Voyages with Vampires' by Gilderoy Lockhart. She like him? He's horrible.

"You like him?" I ask her.

"What?" She says. "Erm, yes I do. His work is very good. I can't believe everything he's done. I mean, I've read all of his books and it's incredible how he got stuck in that phone-"

I cut her off. "Hermione, just shut up. He probably didn't do that stuff. It's probably all made up."

She scowls at me and goes back to reading. I shake my head as Harry, Ron and Bonnie come in and sit by us.

"Morning." Harry, Ron and Bonnie say in sync as they load their plates with food.

"Good morning." Amy and I say happily.

"Morning." Hermione says stiffly. What's up with her? Maybe she's still disapproving of the way Harry and Ron got here. Most likely that.

Neville sits down near us too. He greets is kindly and says, "posts due any minute-I think Gran's sending me a few things I forgot."

Very soon after Neville says that, the owls swoop in and drop letters onto people's laps. A big lumpy parcel drops on Neville's head-probably full of things he forgot, and a second later, something large and grey falls into the milk jug in front of Hermione and sprays us all with milk.

"Errol!" Ron exclaims, pull the owl out of the jug and into the table. In his beak is a bright, red envelope. Oh no, it's a Howler. A Howler is a letter that has a message, normally an insult or punishment, where the messengers voice is magnified a hundred times and yells the message. I've never received one, only Dad has. It was horrible.

"Oh no," Ron gasps. "She's sent me a Howler!"

Harry looks at Ron weirdly. He mustn't know what a Howler is.

"You'd better open it Ron," Neville says quietly. "It'll be worse if you don't. Gran sent me one once, I ignored it and-" he gulps. "It was horrible."

Harry looks at us blankly. "What's a Howler?" He asks.

"It's a-" I say and I'm interrupted by a loud bang once Ron opens the Howler.

"RONALD WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR, I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED!" Mrs Weasley's yell is magnified by over a hundred times, making the spoons and plates to shake and the students in the hall have turned around to see who'd gotten the Howler. Ron sinks down as his face turns a bright crimson.

"YOUR FATHER'S NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE, WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME! Oh, and Ginny dear, congrats on making it in Gryffindor, your father and I are so proud."

There is silence as the red envelope bursts into flames and curls into ashes. We all sit, stunned. A few people in the hall laugh and then go back to their daily talking.

Hermione closes 'Voyages with Vampires' and looks at Ron.

"Well, I don't know what you expected Ron, but you-" Hermione starts.

"Don't tell me I deserved it." Ron snaps.

Harry pushes away his bowl of porridge and looks upset. I'll ask him later.

Soon Professor McGonagall comes around to give us our timetables.

Monday:

Herbology

Herbology

Break

Transfiguration

Transfiguration

Lunch

Defence Against the Dark Arts

Defence Against the Dark Arts

Tuesday:

Charms

Charms

Break

Astronomy

History of Magic

Lunch

Potions

Potions

Wednesday:

Tranfiguration

Charms

Break

Charms

History of Magic

Lunch

Potions

Defence Against the Dark Arts

Night-Astronomy

Thursday:

Charms

Transfiguration

Break

Defence Against the Dark Arts

History of Magic

Lunch

Herbology

Herbology

Friday:

Potions

Potions

Break

Defence Against the Dark Arts

Lunch

Flying

Flying

What a year. I'm so going to have fun in Defence Against the Dark Arts. Note the sarcasm.

After breakfast, Amy, Hermione, Bonnie, Harry, Ron and I make our way down to the greenhouses for Herbology.

I think the Howler that Ron got, satisfied Hermione and she is being warmer towards Harry and Ron. I don't agree with the way Harry and Ron got here, but I think Hermione was a little too harsh towards them.

When we get to the greenhouses, the rest of the class is already here. As soon as we reach the class, Professor Sprout comes striding over to us with Lockhart. Professor Sprout's arms are filled with bandages. I look into the distance-the Whomping Willow is sitting in the distance with several branches in slings.

Professor Sprout looks the same as she did last year-squat and wears frayed clothes with earth all over them. Lockhart is looking his usual, fake self, with turquoise robes and a turquoise hat with gold trimming over his 'perfect' golden locks.

"Oh, hello there!" Lockhart calls, showing his 'winner' smile. "Just been showing Professor Sprout here the correct way to doctor a Whomping Willow. Don't get the wrong idea that I'm better at Herbology than she is! I've met a few if the exotic plants in my travels-"

"Greenhouse Three today chaps!" Professor Sprout interrupts him, obviously annoyed.

Greenhouse Three? We've only worked in Greenhouse One before. Greenhouse Three has heaps of exotic plants. I can't wait!

Professor Sprout gets out a key to unlock the door to Greenhouse Three and everyone follows her inside. I try to follow the others when I hear-

"Harry! Sarah! I've been wanting a word-you don't mind if they're a little late do you?" Lockhart says.

I think Professor Sprout's scowl deciphers that she does mind, but Lockhart just says, "That's the ticket!" And drags Harry and I off.

"Harry," Lockhart says. "Harry, Harry, Harry." He shakes his head.

'What on earth is he going on about?' I think. Harry says nothing.

"When I heard-well, I knew it was my fault, could've kicked myself."

What the hell is he talking about? He's gone bonkers.

"Don't know when I've been more shocked!" Lockhart goes on. "Flying a car to Hogwarts! Well, of course, I knew at once why you'd done it. Stood out a mile. Harry, Harry, Harry."

How he can show all his teeth as he talks, is anyone guess. If he's just going to talk with Harry, then why am I here?

"Gave you a taste of publicity, didn't I?" Lockhart says. "Have you the bug. You got on the front page with me and couldn't wait to do it again."

"Oh-no, Professor, see-" Harry tries to say.

"Harry, Harry, Harry," Lockhart interrupts. How many times does he have to say Harry's name? "I understand. Natural to to want a bit more after you've had the first taste-I blame myself for giving you that, be said it was bound to go to your head-but you see, young man-"

"Sir," I interrupt. "Why am I here?"

"Oh, Sarah. Sarah, Sarah, Sarah. I was just getting to you. I know you want to be like your brother now since he's flown that flying car to school-"

"I don't want-"

"But, I don't want you going and doing any stunt like that." he goes on. "I know you will want more publicity with your brother, but there is plenty of time for that when you're older. You see, when I was twelve-"

"Sir! I don't want that. You see, Harry had to fly here because he couldn't catch the train. The barrier wouldn't let him through. Don't give him any lectures, nor me. I think you're a fake and I don't like you. So, leave us alone." I say. I grab Harry's wrist and drag him off back to the greenhouses.

"Sarah-"

"Don't Harry. Don't listen to him. He is a fake."

We go inside. On the benches there are different coloured earmuffs and pots. I take my place in between Amy and Hermione.

"We'll be re-potting Mandrakes today." Professor Sprout says. "Now, who here can tell me the properties of a Mandrake?"

As usual, Hermione and I raise our hands. Professor Sprout chooses Hermione.

"Mandrake or Mandragora, is a powerful restorative," Hermione says as though she just swallowed the whole textbook. "It is used to return people who have been transfigured or cursed to their original state."

"Well, done. Ten points to Gryffindor." Professor Sprout says. "Now, the Mandrake is also very dangerous. Who can tell me why?"

Once again, Hermione and I raise our hands. This time I am chosen.

"Mandrakes are very dangerous because their cry is fatal to anyone who hears it. If the mandrake is only a seedling, the cry will only knock you out, but if it is grown, the cry can kill you."

"Excellent, Miss Potter. Another ten points to Gryffindor!" Professor Sprout says. "Now, the Mandrakes we have here are still very young, so their cries won't kill you yet. Everyone grab a pair of earmuffs, I will give you the thumbs-up when it is safe to take the off."

Everyone scrambles around to try to not get the fluffy pink ones. "Now, make sure you fully cover your ears."

I put on the light green earmuffs I managed to get and make sure they are fully covering my ears. I cannot hear a single thing. Professor Sprout puts on her own pair of pink, fluffy earmuffs. Rolls up her sleeves, grasps one of the plants in front of her, and pulls hard.

Out shoots a really ugly Mandrake. It's a small, fat, muddy baby. The leaves are growing out of its head. He has pale green, mottled skin and is clearly bawling at the top of its lungs.

Professor Sprout gets out a pot from under the table, puts in the baby Mandrake and covers it in dirt until only the leaves are showing. She dusts off her hands and gives us the thumbs-up. We all take off our earmuffs.

"Again, as our Mandrakes are only seedlings are only young, their cries won't kill yet,"Professor Sprout says calmly. "But they will knock you out for several hours, and I'm sure none of you want to miss your first day. Make sure your earmuffs are on securely while you work. I will attract your attention when it's time to pack up. Four to a tray-there's a large supply of pots here-compost is in the sacks over there-and be careful of the Venomous Tentacula, it's teething."

She gives a sharp slap to a spiky, dark red plant, making it draw in the long feelers that we're inching sneakily over her shoulder.

Harry, Ron and Hermione share a tray with a Hufflepuff boy that I don't know, while I share a tray with Bonnie, Amy and a Hufflepuff girl that I don't know.

"Hi." The Hufflepuff girl says. "I'm Hannah. Hannah Abbot. I know who you three are. You're Sarah Potter. The famous 'girl who lived'." Hannah says shaking my hand. "You're Bonnie Lupin. Sarah's fake sister. I know about you. Your father's Remus Lupin, right?"

Bonnie nods while Hannah shakes her hand.

"And you're Amy Fields. Your brothers Tom, right? And didn't you win those points last year for Gryffindor? I'm glad you did. Even though Hufflepuff didn't win the cup, I'm glad someone beat Slytherin for a change."

Amy gives a small smile as she has her hand shaken as well.

Wow. Hannah is really chirpy. She's nice too. And pretty. She has long golden hair put into two braids, hazel eyes and a small build.

"Don't you think it was pretty cool how Harry and Ron got to school? In a flying car! No one would have guessed."

I see Ron turn red from the tray beside us. He must've heard Hannah.

"Have you read Lockharts books?" Hannah says. "He's amazing. I mean, all the stuff he did? He got cornered in a phone booth by a werewolf! I would've died by shock, but he just stayed calm and-zap-amazing!"

Bonnie's unusually quiet. Maybe it's because of how Hannah was about werewolves. Our Dad's a werewolf. He's harmless to us, but still.

Soon, we put on our earmuffs, ready to pull at our Mandrakes.

I know that I know a lot about Mandrakes, but I didn't think they'd be this hard to pull out of their pots. I pull and pull and pull until I finally get the fat, ugly Mandrake out of its pot. I thought it was hard getting the Mandrake out of the pot, it's harder to get it into a new pot. It kicks and squirm, raises its small fists and gnarls with its sharp teeth. I somehow manage to get it into the new pot and cover it with dirt.

By the end of the class, everyone is sweaty and smells of earth. We all climb up to the Gryffindor tower to have a quick wash and then go to transfiguration. On the way, Lavender is constantly whinging about how her hair still smells of earth.

Transfiguration was as fun as always. This lesson we have to turn a beetle into a button. I get it within five minutes and Professor McGonagall lets me have free time for the rest of the lesson. I decide to help out Harry and Ron.

Harry's beetle keeps scurrying across the desk avoiding his wand and Ron's wand is really damaged which doesn't help one bit.

During the 'Whomping Willow' incident, I found out that Ron's wand had snapped. He tried to patch it up with Spellotape, but it's damaged beyond repair.

Every time Ron tries to transfigure his beetle, he gets engulfed with a grey smoke that smells of rotten eggs.through the smoke, he manages to squash his beetle with his elbow. McGonagall isn't happy.

I manage to help Harry, but he still hadn't transfigured his beetle. Ron could have all the help in the world, but he couldn't transfigure the beetle because of his wand.

I am relieved when the lunch bell goes. It was painful having to help Harry and Ron. Everyone else files out of the classroom while Harry, Hermione, Amy, Bonnie and I wait for Ron to pack up. He's still whacking his wand furiously on the desk.

"Stupid...useless....thing..." He mutters.

"Write home for another one," Bonnie says hopefully as the wand lets off a loud bang.

"Oh yeah, and get another Howler back," Ron snaps, putting the hissing wand in his bag. "It's your own fault your wand got snapped-"

We go down to lunch where Hermione is showing us all her perfect buttons from Transfiguration.

"Hello there, Sarah." Someone says from behind me.

I turn around to see Fred, George and Lee.

"Hey, Fred, George, Lee." I say. "What brings you to me on this fantastic day?"

"What happened, Sarah?" Lee asks.

I sigh. "Well, first Harry and I get interrogated by Lockhart, then we have to pull Mandrakes in Herbology and then in Transfiguration, Ron was getting really pissed because his wand isn't working as it snapped and-"

"Whoa, Sarah, calm down," George says.

"We might be able to cheer you up." Fred says.

"A prank!" They say together.

"Hmm...sure. When?" I ask.

A prank is definitely what I need. I haven't pranked in ages. Unless you count when I swapped Dad's shower gel with mud....or at the Weasley's...

"This afternoon? We can meet up after class." George proposes.

"Perfect. Have you got any ideas?"

"Sort of...we'll sort it out after class, yeah?"

"Okay." I say. "See you after class."

"Bye." They say and the walk off.

Ah, now I've got to think of some prank ideas. It definitely has to include Snape...or Lockhart!

"What have we got next?" Harry asks.

"Defence Against the Dark Arts." Hermione says quickly getting out her timetable.

"Of course you're excited." I mutter to Amy.

Hermione hears, I earn a glare and Amy giggles.

"Why," Ron demands, seizing Hermione's timetable. "Have you outlined all of Lockhart's classes in little hearts?"

Harry, Amy and I snicker as Hermione snatches her timetable back, blushing furiously.

Once we finish lunch, we go outside into the courtyard to hang out. Harry, Ron and Bonnie stand talking about Quidditch, Hermione buries her nose in 'Voyages with Vampires' again and Amy and I talk about boys. We may not act like it, but Amy and I are real girly-girls.

"So," I say. "Are you still crushing on 'you-know-who'?" I flick my eyes over to Harry.

Amy blushes deep red. "What? Me? Crushing on You-Know-Who? As if. He's killed-"

"Who are you talking about?"

"Who are you talking about?" Amy asks, pretending to go dumb.

I raise my eyebrows. "You know who I'm talking about." I look over at Harry. "That crazy brother of mine."

Amy blushes redder still. "Um...maybe. Don't laugh!" She warns as I start a giggling fit and earning a small punch in the arm. She still has a good punch.

I stop giggling when I feel eyes on me. I turn around to see the mousy-haired boy from the sorting. The one who looked extremely nervous and got sorted into Gryffindor. He's holding a muggle camera-like Bonnie's-and is staring at me. The moment he's sees me looking, he turns red.

"Hello Sarah. I'm Colin Creevey." He says breathlessly. "I'm in Gryffindor, too. Do you think-would it be alright if-can I have a picture of you and Harry?"

"A picture?" I say

"Yeah. So I can prove that I've met you both." Colin says eagerly, coming closer. "I know all about you two. Everyone's told me. About how you both survived when You-Know-Who tried to kill you, how you've got a scar on your wrist and Harry on his forehead," he looks at my wrist, hoping to see the scar. "And a boy in my dormitory said that if I develop the film in a specific potion, the pictures'll move." He sounds really enthusiastic.

"Uh-sure." I say. "Harry!"

He turns around. "Yeah?"

"Colin," I point at Colin Creevey. "Wants to take a picture of us." I give Harry a look as to say 'please, for Colin'.

He nods.

"Thanks." Colin says. "Maybe your friend could take it and I could stand in between you? And then, could you both sign it?"

"Sure-" I begin.

"Signed photos? Your giving our signed photos Potter's?" Comes a drawling voice that can only belong to-

"Draco Malfoy." I say, and fake a smile. "For once, can you shut up?"

He stops behind Colin. Standing behind him are his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle.

"Everyone line up!" He yells into the crowd. "The Potter's are giving out signed photos!"

"No we're not." Harry says angrily, his fists clenching. "Shut up, Malfoy."

"Harry," I mutter. "Don't talk back, he'll know he gets to you."

He glares at me. What did I do to deserve that?

"You're just jealous." Colin pipes up. He's tiny compared to Crabbe and Goyle.

"Jealous?" Malfoy says, not needing to shout as the crowd around us is listening in. "Of what? I don't want a foul scar across my head, thanks."

Why isn't he talking about me? Maybe it's because he knows he's getting to Harry...

"Personally, I don't think that getting your head sliced makes you that special, really."

Crabbe, Goyle and some other Slytherins snicker.

"Eat slugs, Malfoy!" Ron says angrily.

Not you too Ron. Now he's going to pick on Ron.

"Be careful, Weasley." Malfoy sneers. "You don't want to start any trouble or your mummy'll have to come and take you home." He puts on a shrill, piercing voice. "If you put another toe out of line-"

All the Slytherins burst into laughter at this.

Eugh, if Ron and Harry would've shut up, Malfoy wouldn't be picking on them.

"Weasley would like a signed photo, Potter's." Malfoy says. "It'd be worth more than his whole house."

Ron whips out his useless wand, but Hermione shuts her copy of 'Voyages with Vampires' and whispers, "Look out!"

"What's all this?" Comes the voice of none other than Gilderoy Lockhart. He's striding towards us, his turquoise robes billowing behind him. "Who's giving out signed photos?"

He soon sees Harry and I and flings his arms around us. "Shouldn't have asked! We meet again, Harry, Sarah!"

I roll my eyes. I don't want to have to put up with Lockhart again.

"Come on then, Mr Creevey." Lockhart says. "A triple portrait, can't say fairer then that, then we'll all sign it for you."

Colin's smile widens as he fumbles for his camera and takes the photo just as the bell goes.

Lockhart forces Harry and I to sign the photo and sends Colin off to class.

Lockhart turns to Harry and I. "Come on you two."

We follow Lockhart upstairs. He stops outside the classroom and turns to us.

"A word to the wise, Harry, Sarah." He says. "I covered up for you back there with young Creevey-if he was photographing me, too, your fellow classmates wouldn't think your setting yourself up so much..."

Gosh, Lockhart annoys me so much. It's unbearable.

"Sir!" I say. "Again, this wasn't intended. Colin came up, asked for a photo, then asked us to sign it. Malfoy just decided to make something out of it. We are not trying to get publicity, actually, we avoid publicity." I'm flaring up. "We don't want any of this, so just please, be quiet."

With that, I grab Harry's wrist and storm off into the classroom. I grab a seat at the back and Hermione and Amy sit next to me.

"Are you alright, Sarah?" Amy asks.

"No...I'm fine." I say angrily.

"There was no need to yell at Professor Lockhart, Sarah." Hermione says. "He was only trying to help-"

"Hermione." I say, exasperated. "He keeps telling us that we want publicity, and we don't. I also think he's a fake. So please, leave me alone about this."

Hermione glares at me and turns away, tears in her eyes. I didn't mean to be harsh.

"Sorry, Hermione." I say. "I didn't mean to get angry at you, it's just, Lockhart's trying to tell me I'm doing something that I surely don't want. I'm sorry."

She just looks at me and doesn't say a word.

While the rest of the class moves in, I prop my Lockhart books up so they can block my view of Lockhart.

Once the whole class is seated, Lockhart clears his throat loudly and silence falls.

"Me," he says. "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defence League and five times 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 waits for us all to laugh. No one does. A few smile weakly, but no one laughs.

"I see you've all brought a complete set of my books-well done. Now, I thought we might start off with a little quiz, just to see how thoroughly you've read through them, how much you've taken in..."

He hands out a few small booklets and turns to the class.

"You have thirty minutes. Start-now!"

I look at the paper.

1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favourite colour?

2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

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

It goes on over three sides of paper to:

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

This is torture. I haven't even read through his books, let alone know the answers to these questions.

I just realise that this will be the first test that I'll fail. Wait, this isn't a test, it's a quiz, nothing too bad.

I don't answer any of the questions, I don't know any of the answers. Half an hour later, Lockhart collects all the papers and looks over them.

"Tut, tut," he says. "Hardly any if you remembered that my favourite colour is Lilac. I say so in 'Year with a Yeti'. And a few of you need to read 'Wanderings with Werewolves' more carefully-I clearly state in chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magic and non-magic peoples-though I wouldn't say no to a bottle of Ogden's a Old Firewhiskey!"

He gives us all a wink. Ron's face is full of disbelief, as are mine and Amy's, Bonnie and Hermione are listening with awe, Harry is not listening to a word Lockhart is saying, Dean and Seamus up the front are shaking with silent laughter and the rest are all either listening or not listening.

"...and Miss Hermione Granger knew that my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair-care potions-good girl! I fact..." He looks over the pages. "Full marks! Where is Miss Granger?"

Hermione slowly raises her hand.

"Excellent! Really excellent. Take ten points for Gryffindor. Now, onto business..."

I move my books to see what he is doing.

Lockhart bends down behind his desk and lifts a large cage onto the desk.

"Now-be warned!" He says as if what's in the cage is very scary. "It is my job to arm you against some of the foulest creatures known to wizardkind. You may find yourselves facing one of your worst fears in this room. Know that no harm will come to you whilst I am here. All I ask is for you all to remain calm."

He raise his hand to the top of the cage, which is covered with a cloth. The whole class is deadly silent. Dean and Seamus have stopped laughing and Neville is cowering in the front row seat. Hermione and Bonnie are still paying a lot of attention.

"I must ask you not to scream." He says in almost a whisper. "It might, provoke them!"

At that moment, Lockhart whips off the cloth. The cage starts rattling. It's full of Pixies, devilish little creatures with electric blue bodies, small fairy/pixie like ears and flat faces.

"Yes," Lockhart says. "Freshly caught Cornish Pixies."

Seamus can't control himself. He is almost doubled over in laughter that even Lockhart can't mistake for a scream of terror.

"Yes?" Lockhart says, smiling at Seamus.

"Well-they're not-they're not very-dangerous-are they?" Seamus chokes.

"Don't be so sure!" Lockhart says, waving his finger annoyingly at Seamus. "Devilish little blighters they can be!"

Lockhart is so annoying. Like Seamus said, they aren't dangerous. They're just a bit annoying, but not as annoying as Lockhart.

"Right then," Lockhart says loudly. "Let's see what you make of them!" And he opes the cage.

The pixies fly out and are already creating chaos. Two of them seize Neville by the ears and lift him into the air, several shoot out the windows, shattering glass all over our back row, some are stealing Lockhart's portraits-not that I care anyway-and the rest are just causing mayhem.

They grab ink bottles and spray us all with ink, they tear apart books-Hermione is hastily putting them in her bag to save them-they shrewd pieces of parchment, they tear pictures off the wall and throw them out the smashed windows; within minutes we are all sheltering under our desks except for Neville who is swinging from the candelabra in the ceiling.

"Come on now, round them up, round them up, they're only Pixies!" Lockhart shouts even though he's cowering under his desk too.

He pulls out his wand and shouts, "Peskipiski Pesternomi!" Which has absolutely no effect at all. I told you he was rubbish.

The Pixies seize Lockhart's wand and throw it out the window. Lockhart comes out from under his desk, but quickly dives back under as Neville falls from the candelabra.

The bell rings and there is a massive rush to the door, not including me. I am better than Lockhart.

Lockhart tells Harry, Hermione, Bonnie, Amy, Ron and I to get the Pixies back into their cage and quickly shuts himself in his office.

He's such a wimp.

I step I the middle of the room and shout, "Immobulus!"

All the Pixies stop and float in mid-air, dazed.

"Can you believe him?" Ron exclaims as we start shoving the Pixies back into the cage.

"He just wants to give us some hands-on experience." Hermione says, defending Lockhart.

"Hands-on?" Harry says, grabbing some Pixies and stuffing the in the cage. "Hermione, he had no clue what he was doing."

"I have to defend Harry on this one, Hermione." I say.

"Rubbish." Hermione says. "You've read his books-"

"I actually haven't." I mutter to Amy. She chuckles.

"What about all the amazing things he's done-"

"I agree with Hermione," Bonnie says. "Seriously, look at all the amazing things..."

"He says he's done." Ron mutters, just for Harry, Amy and I to hear.

Once we finish putting all the Pixies in their cage, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Bonnie, Amy and I all make our way back to Gryffindor tower, exhausted.

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A/N

Okay, I am so sorry for not updating sooner I've been really busy with school and homework and...stuff.

I got an ipad for school and I had to set it up, it took a while for all the apps to download and to make accounts and stuff. Put that on top of homework and study.

I will try to update again tomorrow to make up for the wait.

Vote, comment, fan, follow...whatever :)

Hugs and butterfly kisses,

~Elise