"RONALD WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHERS 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!"
Our Mum has always had that angry voice that made people want to hide. This was way over her normal angry yelling. The Howler turned towards Ginny and I cocked an eyebrow.
"Oh, and Ginny dear. Congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud." I sent Ginny a sympathetic look as she sunk down low in her seat. The Hower blew a raspberry at Ron before it tore itself up to bits. I burst out into a fit of laughter as Ron sat there staring at the ripped-up Howler.
"Look at it this way, how much worse can things get, today?" Harry said to Ron. I took the chance to annoy Ron and spoke up.
"Lots. We've got Lockhart next for DADA."
Ron let out a groan and banged his head on the table. Harry forced a half-smile.
"He can't be any worse than Quirrell. I mean, he's not hiding You-Know-Who under a turban." We all shared a laugh and headed off to DADA with Gilderoy Lockhart.
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We walked in and I sat down next to Neville a row away from Harry and Ron. We sat there for about three minutes before Lockhart entered the room and began to speak.
"Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher, me." I turned to Neville and muttered quietly.
"No, we all thought it was going to be Lucius Malfoy." Neville held back a laugh and I saw Ron and Harry giggle a little bit as well.
"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!" He chuckles waiting for us to laugh.
The room remained silent. Even Hermione and all the other girls fawning over Lockhart stayed quiet.
"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books, well done. I thought we'd start today with a little quiz. Nothing to worry about, just to check how well you've read them and how much you've taken in." He waves his wand and stapled booklets levitated off of his desk and around the room.
As my booklet landed in front of me, I flipped through the pages. Each page contained about 3-4 questions, just to inflate his already 5000-pound ego.
"What is Gilderoy Lockhart's favorite color?" Harry whispered loudly from his desk.
"What is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?" Ron added. I leaned over and whispered.
"Definitely not being a humble and honest human being" Ron nearly choked on air while Harry just let out a small giggle. "Read the next question. It only gets worse." Harry looked and read aloud.
"When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday and what would his ideal gift be?! Why would anyone need to know that?!" I shook my head with wonderment as Lockhart spoke up once more.
"You have thirty minutes. Starting -- NOW!" I picked up my quill and started to write. I was going to do my best and try my hardest to remember the correct answers but ... I decided it was time to show Gilderoy Lockhart, that the first-born Weasley girl was one person he wasn't going to have swooned over him. EVER!
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"Tut, tut. Hardly any of you remembered that my favorite color is Lilac. But, Miss 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 beamed at Hermione.
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Through All the Pain // N. Longbottom
FanfictionLorrinda Maye Weasley is the twin of Ronald Weasley and is far from a normal witch. Being in the same year as Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, is stressful and chaotic. Luckily she has her best friends by her side through it all. Through a whirlwin...
