Siriusly, Voldy? *Sequel to Why? Because of Them.*

Chapter 8: Hagrid and Lockhart.

      The four of us sat at Hagrid's, Ron looking sick to his stomach.
"This calls for specialist equipment." Hagrid said, bringing Ron a bucket to throw up slugs in. "Nothin' to do until it stops, I'm afraid."
Just as Hagrid said that, Ron coughed up another slimy slug. I cringed at this. Harry, I noticed, sneaked a peek inside the bucket, looked a bit disgusted, and then said "ugh, okay."
"Better out than in, though." I pointed out, earning a small laugh from Hagrid and Harry.
"Who was Ron trying to curse, anyway?" Hagrid asked.
"Malfoy." Harry began. "He called Hermione a - well...I don't know exactly what it means." He looked at her, then at me. Hermione stood up, crossed her arms and walked a bit away from us. I know she does that when something is really hard for her, or sad...
"He called me a Mudblood." Hermione said firmly.
"He did not!" Hagrid gasped, and I had to bite back my giggle at the way he sounded like a teenage girl who just heard gossip.
"What's a Mudblood?" Harry asked, clueless.
"It means dirty blood. Mudblood is...it's a..." She kind of trailed off, unable to say more, because of the emotional stress she felt. So I jumped in.
"It's a really foul name for someone who is Muggleborn..." I told Harry.
"...someone with non-magic parents." Hermione spoke again, fuming. "Someone like me. It's not a term one would hear in civilized conversations."
To make her feel better, I used humour.
"Aww, c'mon Hermione, we all know Malfoy's not civilized." I let out a little laugh, and thankfully, so did Hermione.
"See, thing is, 'arry, there are some families, like the Malfoy family, who think they're better than everyone else just because they are what people called 'Pureblood.'" Hagrid almost mocked the word. I thought of mum, who doesn't seem to care about her 'blood' status and I mentally smiled.
"That's horrible." Harry said. Right next to him, a sickened Ron threw up another slug.
"It's disgusting." He said, spitting out some slime as well.
"And its codswallop to birth. Dirty blood... There isn't a wizard today that's half blood or less. More to the point that there isn't a spell that Hermione can't do. Come here." Hagrid said, holding out his hand to the now - sort of - smiling Hermione.
"Don't you think on it, Hermione. Don't you dare think on it for a minute....eh?"
Hermione, through watery eyes, nodded at Hagrid. She then turned around and sat back down with us. And just then, Ron had thrown up another slugs and Harry and I held the bucket firmly, just in case.

Sapphire's P.O.V. 
My pace was quickening as I was walking to Lockhart's office. He called me in. I don't care, I don't really want to know why. But it's my responsibility to protect the kids, and he said that Harry was going to be there. I am guessing - Detention. I walked into the room quietly and heard him say something.
"Harry...Harry...Harry. Can you possibly think of a better way to serve detention than to answer my fanmail?" Lockhart said, autographing a picture of himself for some fan. Harry looked up at him.
"Not really." He said, with a bit of sarcasm that Lockhart did not pick up.
"I can." I said, smirking a bit, and walked over to them.
"Fame is a fickle friend, Harry. A celebrity is, a celebrity does. Remember that." Lockhart told him, picking up another piece of mail. I saw Harry furrow his eyebrows, obviously not getting it, but then again, neither did I.
"You make no sense most of the time." I rolled my eyes and sat down, waiting for the detention to end.