Sighing miserably as you let your head hit the table you were leaning on, you groaned. “Why does Professor Snape hate me so? Why did he make us keep the same seats as last year!” You complained as Harry lightly patted your back.

“Hey at least Draco didn't do anything to bother you this time.” Harry said glancing at Hermione who had her nose buried in Gilderoy Lockhart's Travels with Trolls, as Ron wrapped gobs of Spellotape over his snapped wand while shaking his head grimly.

“Say it. I'm doomed.” He grumbled making you look up and say. “You're doomed.” At the same time Harry did making you giggle lightly when a flash made you blink confusedly. “Hiya, Harry. I'm Colin Creevey I'm in Gryffindor too.” A young blond boy said happily with a camera in hand.

“Hello, Colin. Nice to meet-” Harry started when Colin interrupted excitedly “They're for my dad, the pictures. He's a milkman, you know, a Muggle, like all our family's been until me. No one knew all the odd stuff I could do was magic till we got my letter from Hogwarts. Everyone just thought I was mental.”

Colin rattled off making you sit up worriedly and away from the blond as Ron muttered “Imagine that.” Under his breath just as the blond pointed at both you and Ron.

“Say, Harry. D'you think one of your friends could take a photo of me and you standing together? Ya' know, to prove I've met you?” He asked smiling hopefully. As Harry glanced at Ron seeing him looking homicidal.

“Uh, why don't you get a picture later Colin? It is lunch and the mail should be getting here soon.” You said as owls started streaming into the Hall.

Watching as owls one after another, swooped around gracefully you smiled when a letter was dropped onto your lap. Just as you were about to read the letter, Errol came crash landing into a bowl of chips sending them flying.

“Bloody bird's a menace!” Ron huffed plucking the red envelope from Errol's break before paling at it. “Oh...no.” He muttered making you look over curiously.

“Heads up, everyone. Weasley's got himself a Howler!” Seamus yelled happily. As Neville urged him on. “Go on, Ron. I ignored one from my Gran once... and it was horrible.” He said making Ron gulp nervously as he started opening it. Jumping you hid behind Harry as Molly's screaming voice made plates and spoons rattle on top of the table.

“HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! 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!” The letter screeched before turning to Ginny  and softly continued.

“Oh, and Ginny dear. Congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud.” It said making Ginny  sit a bit apart from the others to look around shyly, then return to the writing in a small black book.

Turning back to the letter you gulped as it again turned to Ron thinking it would start yelling but sighed as the howler spit it's tongue out at him before it tearing itself apart. Sitting in an award silents you leaned across Harry to lightly pat Ron's shoulder. “You should show me how to make one of those. Allen's been getting into my stuff again and I want to scare him.” You joked making Ron smile at you sheepishly.

Walking to DADA with Ron and Harry. “I can't believe Hermione left us like that! Man I don't see the appeal on Lockheart. He seems like a complete phony to me.” You grumbled crossing your arms as you walked into class.

Sighing as almost all the girls in class were sitting in the front you rolled your eyes and sat in the back with Harry and Ron sitting a table ahead of you.

“(First/Name) why don't you sit closer?” Ron asked turning back to face you. Shaking your head “I don't want to sit any closer to that professor or his pictures.” You muttered pointing at the many moving pictures and portraits, as more students came in.

Watching as the tables slowly filled your heart sank when Malfoy made his way over to your open seat. Before breathing a sigh of relief when Draco moved to sit at the table in front of you.

“Hey, (First/Name) mind if I sit with you? Draco likes for Crabbe and me to sit close by.” Goyle asked making you smile a little. “Sure go head. I don't mind.” You said scooting your chair in so Goyle could get through.

Sitting for only just a minute before Lockhart opened his office door. “Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher. Me. Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense 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!”

Lockhart said chuckling to himself as he waited for everyone to laugh with him. Tsking at him you rolled your eyes “Pompous blowhard.” You muttered making Goyle laugh quietly.

Smiling at everyone “Well I see you've all bought a complete set of my books. Well done.” Lockhart said turning to grab something from his desk. Growling “that's because you made it a requirement.” You thought resting your head on your hand.

Turning back to his class with a smile “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.” Lockhart said happily beginning to circulate around the room passing out papers.

Taking two packets you held back a scoff at the stupid questions. “Is he really asking these kinds of questions? When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday and what would his ideal gift be? Flamel help me now.” You whispered glaring at the strawberry blond.

Snickering at you quietly. “So you aren't like the other girls fawning over him are you?” Goyle whispered actually getting you to scoff at him “Oh please, I would never believe a word coming out of that man's mouth.”

“You have thirty minutes. Start-now!” Lockhart said making everyone start on the test. Filling in the blanks with what little information you remembered from Hermione you begrudgingly let Goyle copy halfway through.

Handing in your test along with Goyles you walked back to your table tripping when Malfoy quickly stuck his foot out. Growling as you sat back down you glared at the blond as more and more students turned in their papers.

Watching as Lockhart rifled through the completed exams, you laid on your arms boredly. “Tut, tut. Hardly any of you remembered my favorite color is lilac. But 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.”

Lockhart said flamboyantly towards your friend. Sitting up you pulled out a couple pieces of parchment to doodle on as your teacher got up from his desk.

“Now... be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind! You may find yourself facing your own worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here…” Lockhart said with a showman's flair started to slowly turn to the cage.

Glancing up from you doodle for a second to watch, Lockhart let the tension build with in the room, before ripping the cover off of the cage. Blinking at the electric blue creatures. You turned back to your doodle starting to draw the eight inch tall, pointy faced pixies. “Wow how scary.” You muttered as Seamus said something you didn't catch.

Keeping with your doodle until Lockhart yelled you looked up just in time to see him open the cage, letting the pixies rocket about. Screaming as one of the pixies splashed your ink into your eyes you smack the awful creature away.

Standing up quickly you started tripping over everything trying to clear your eye when someone grabbed and started dragging you out of the room. “I can't get it out of my eyes!” You cried desperately trying to rub and clean your eyes.

Walking down the hall while dragging you along with him Draco spotted both George and Fred walking out of the library. “Hey dumb redheads! Take her to the hospital wing!” Draco yelled shoving you into the twins before walking away with Crabbe and Goyle following behind.

“(First/Name)! What happen? Did that damn Slytherin do this?” Fred asked holding your face as you tried opening your eyes. “No, that idiot Lockhart let Cornish Pixies out of there cage! One of them got me in the eyes with my ink.”

You whimpered feeling your eyes water due to the burning feeling. “George can you go back to (First/Name) classroom and get her things? I'm going to take (First/Name) to the hospital wing.” Fred said picking you up so you wouldn't trip and started for the hospital wing.