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both harry and draco have their mothers eyes but resemble their fathers, and yet they carry the spirits of their mothers in every action. in this essay i will…
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The Weird Sisters began playing something faster, and Harry found it marginally easier to stop overthinking and just follow the beat. Parvati seemed happy, which was enough to reassure Harry that he hadn't ruined this Ball for her by asking, and when he looked around it appeared as if all of his friends were genuinely having fun.
He needed to do other fitness besides Quidditch training, Harry supposed, because he was surprisingly breathless by the end of a third song. Fred and Angelina were dancing close by, and doing so exuberantly enough that people around them were backing away in
fear of injury. Harry grinned ruefully as they left the dance floor.
Harry didn't see Joe approaching, and he laughed as he staggered under the blond's friendly attack, his butterbeer spilling a little. "Yeah, it's a good time," he confirmed, wincing sympathetically at Padma. "Bet you could ask Madame Pomfrey over there if she has any quick charms for that."
As Joe claimed Padma for the first of his friend-dances, Harry watched them go with a smile, and nodded at Parvati's question. "Absolutely, yeah. You saw for yourself I'm rubbish at it, I don't want you to miss out."
"You just need confidence," Hermione assured him as Draco came back to them with a drink for her. "I bet Joe could teach you!"
"Oh, Ludo Bagman is here," Ron noted, nodding to where the Game and Sports Department Head was dancing with McGonagall. "No Crouch, though....oh, blimey, don't let Percy spot us, he'll want to talk. Maybe we should join Joe and Padma."
"It's warm in here, isn't it?" Draco asked, and Harry hid a grin as Hermione blushed when the Slytherin looked at her with a twinkle in his eye. "Want to take a stroll? They dolled up the gardens with those fairy lights, may as well enjoy them."
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The Great Hall was completely transformed. The walls were covered in sparkling silver magical frost, and hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy crisscrossed the starry black ceiling. The House tables were replaced with around a hundred small lantern-lit ones, each seating a dozen. The floor was newly polished, with a large central square partially raised for the dance floor, and a little drinks and refreshment station near the back wall.
The professors entered in pairs and went to the head table, and the Champions entered to tumultuous applause, heading right to the dance floor like show dogs being put through their performance.
Dumbledore demonstrated how the food ordering worked, and Harry deliberated over the small menu before selecting the goulash, and when the food materialized, he and Parvati traded bites of the Hungarian dish and her French selection, enjoying the rich flavors. There was a small magical quartet playing quiet music, and the conversation and laughter flowed like the butterbeer as everyone ate and relaxed.
He was doubly glad not to be dancing first with a full belly. Harry joined the rest in gathering to applaud again as the Champions took to the floor, and he had to grin at how surprisingly graceful Joe looked as he swirled Luna prettily around with the other three duos.
The waltz ended; Dumbledore led McGonagall onto the floor, and the other staff followed suit. Then students began stepping out, and soon the floor was full of twirling couples.
"Do you mind?" Parvati asked hopefully. Harry wished he was a better dancer, more confident to say yes, but he'd promised to make sure to be nice. He didn't want to say no, so he braced himself, taking her hands and letting her pull him onto the floor, Ron and Padma on their heels.
It wasn't so bad, actually. Parvati steered, and Harry just worked on keeping up and not stepping on her, pleased to see that Ron wasn't failing too much, either. Draco was spinning Hermione with skill to match Joe's, and Pansy appeared to be doing a rather spicy tango that had her going back and forth between Theo and Blaise, evading any stern looks from the professors.
They danced two songs before he needed a drink, and Parvati was willing to leave the floor to go seek butterbeers. Harry cracked open a bottle with relief at the cold beverage, watching across the Hall as Cedric spun and dipped Cho gracefully, her silver robes fanning out beautifully.
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@brothershardy cont.
It was a load off of all their minds to have the Ball partnerships sorted out, and nobody with stung feelings over not being asked was a nice bonus. It meant that the holidays could begin with festive energy--though they did have a shocking amount of homework, but only Draco and Hermione seemed inclined to dive into that right away. The rest were ready for some nice, relaxing days of food, snow fun, and lounging in the common room.
Joe convinced Ron to let him alter his dress robes, and the results were astonishing. Harry was overwhelmingly glad to see that the redhead would not feel embarrassed to wear them, and that it conquered Ron's sour attitude, as well. He asked Padma with sincerity, and Hermione reported that the girls were not having a blast planning their hair and makeup looks according to their dresses.
Christmas arrived with more snow and a lovely sleep-in, and piles of gifts at the foot of every bed and beneath the huge tree in the common room. It was always now Harry's favorite day of the year, bundled up in his sweater from Molly, socks from Dobby--one patterned with broomsticks, the other bearing the elf's apparent hand-added embroidery of "Harry Christmas" over and over--and a flimsy gold crown from one of the crackers that Joe cracked open.
They changed into their dress robes, brushing teeth and combing hair--or, well, Harry gave it half a try and then just tried to fluff it into something decent-looking--and then set off to meet the girls in the entrance hall.
Harry was glad that his robes were black, as that made him look alright beside Parvati's eye-catching pink. When Padma joined them, her colors worked nicely off of the dark maroon of Ron's robes, and Harry actually felt a bit of hope for the evening. They didn't look silly, there would be food and fun, it couldn't go too terribly, right?
Luna came to collect Joe, and Harry laughed at the blond's parting advice. "Joe, there's nothing you won't do," he reminded him, grinning as the pair went to join the other three Champions and their dates. Fleur was with the Ravenclaw Quidditch captain, Roger Davis; Krum had a pretty brunette from Beauxbatons at his side; and Cassius stood with a girl who Harry was fairly sure was a Hufflepuff.
"You know, I almost wish Hogwarts would do something like this every year," Draco remarked, heading their way with Hermione on his arm. Her dress was a darker shade of blue from Luna's, and her hair was impressively straightened, a white rose tucked behind her ear that matched the one on Draco's lapel. "It hasn't even gotten started and it's already warmer than holiday soirees at home."
"I'm telling your mum you said that," Pansy teased, coming over with Blaise and Theo escorting her. "Also, I've got us covered if anyone wants any," she added, revealing a flask in the little clutch she carried.
Professor McGonagall opened the doors of the Great Hall, and the majority of the students began ushering inside, trading greetings with the Champions before shuffling to encircle the dance floor for the formal entrance and first dance.
"Good luck," he whispered to Joe and Luna in passing. "So glad it's you dancing first, not me!"
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As the final child of the Potter brood, Laura was both an accidental pregnancy and their rainbow baby, born after Taylor experienced a miscarriage six years prior. Since birth, she is thought to be Taylor's mini-me, a complete copy-paste, brown eyes and all. She is the only child of the entire clan to have her mother's eyes, something which Harry likes very much.
A spunky and curious tot, Laura is just now learning how to walk. She scampers when she tries, more or less launching herself headfirst into her target, be it the couch or someone's arms. She laughs easily and loudly, and she loves bright fun colors. The outdoors fascinate her, and she's constantly getting filthy when people take their eyes off of her for only a minute or two. She also has a great sweet tooth, favoring treacle tart and chocolate pudding for desserts, and grapes for a healthier snack.
Someday, this little girl will be one of the greatest Quidditch players of all time. For now, she is content to be the spoiled little miracle, adored by everyone who meets her.
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If it wasn't for his green eyes, Taylor would swear that her fourth child with Harry could be her father Alessio, reincarnated and ready to take on the world again, so strong is the resemblance the boy holds from his late grandfather. And just like Alessio, Jonas is a steady and kind boy with a sense of wisdom that goes far beyond his years.
He was, by far, the easiest child since birth. He rarely ever cried, never threw a tantrum, and loved to be held by anyone who was within reach. But perhaps, that was indeed some of Alessio's influence, as less than a year after his birth, Taylor fell pregnant and experienced a miscarriage, and in her dark hours, Jonas was the baby she clung to the most, grateful that he was there at all. As a result, Jonas is a bit clingy to his mother, following her around often as a toddler just to keep her company.
As a child, Jonas began to show an interest in cooking and baking, often having fantastical ideas for cuisine -- most of it chocolate oriented -- and always wanting to help prep every meal. He liked reading the cookbooks that were laying around the house, and as his coordination got better, Taylor and Harry started giving their boy cooking lessons. He'd quickly proved to be a natural.
Jonas' best friends are his elder sister, Lily and his cousin Miles. He also likes hanging out with Scorpius, as Scorpius isn't a picky eater and is more than glad to help him with any concoction he's trying in the kitchen. Plus, Scorpius is neater than most kids, and Jonas appreciates that tremendously.
When Jonas is almost seven years old, Taylor and Harry end up having their rainbow baby, a little girl named Laura Minerva. Due to being the closest to her in age, Jonas deems himself her protector and mentor in everything, and he adores her wholeheartedly.
Someday when he's all grown up, Jonas wants to be the best chef in all of the UK. Maybe even the world. But let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we?
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The third child of Harry and Taylor, Lily Luna Potter is her father's spitting image, from his green eyes to his rather untamable black hair, though traces of Taylor can be seen in her high cheekbones and cheeky smirk.
Similar to her namesake Luna Lovegood, Lily is of a dreamy personality, using her art to express herself and how she sees the world. Once she was old enough to hold a crayon or a colored pencil, there was no stopping her from capturing the beauty all around her on paper, and her skills are growing with every passing day. When she's not drawing, she's sleeping, or eating, or completing her studies for the day.
Thanks to her large family, Lily is never without companions; her best friends are her younger brother, Jonas, and their cousin Miles, born to Tyler Borelli and Astoria Greengrass. She also has a particular fondness for Scorpius Malfoy, the son of Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger ( @bccksmarts ) as he too is quite an artistic prodigy. They often explore on different methods together, and every playdate they have ends with paint all over their smocks.
Lily has big dreams to someday be a famous painter. Perhaps she will one day paint the portraits of future Hogwarts professors and Headmasters/Headmistresses.
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In the Sayre bloodline, there is always at least one pair of twins in every generation.
James Sirius and Rubeus Arthur Potter were born in February of 2003, to Harry Potter and Taylor Borelli. Both of the boys have their mother's more Lebanese features, such as strong noses and dusky skin, but they have Harry's famous emerald green eyes and sharp jawline. Identical down to their birthmarks, James and Rubeus were welcomed happily, and have grown into incredible young men.
James, like his namesake, is a prankster at heart. "Confuse, don't abuse" is his motto, frequently swapping pictures with magazine photoshoots, leaving coins in unexpected areas, and even swapping out little rubber ducks for people to find. He also takes after Fred and George, using some of their more harmless products in order to earn a laugh from others. Nothing makes him happier than to brighten someone's day with silliness, and he always has an optimistic view on life, looking forward to the future. After graduating Hogwarts, he plans to travel the world, climb some mountains, really live life to the fullest.
Rubeus, similar to his own namesake, is a bit more quiet than his twin brother, though he too loves to play the occasional prank or two. However, he is more likely to be seen trying to rescue stray animals every chance he gets, and from a young age, he started building bird houses and little caves for dogs and cats to have somewhere to sleep during the colder months. He's particularly fascinated with thestrals and hippogriffs, finding them both to be majestic, and as a result his best class in Hogwarts is Care of Magical Creatures, something that makes Hagrid so proud he could -- and will -- cry. After graduation, he plans to travel for further Creature studies, before he joins the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, though he is very pro-creature rights. He learned the best information from his godmother, Hermione Granger ( @bccksmarts ) and he wishes to do her proud.
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The Potters, a family portrait, circa 2015
From left to right: Lily Luna, James Sirius, Taylor Potter (nee Borelli,) Laura Minerva, Harry Potter, Rubeus Arthur, Jonas Alessio
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While Taylor and Harry would argue that their love story began in 1997 during their Sixth year at Hogwarts, their friends and loved ones would instead say it began the day they met in 1992, when the Chamber of Secrets had opened, and it was revealed that Harry wasn't the only Parselmouth on campus.
Two powerful bloodlines came together -- that of the Potter/Peverell line and that of the Khalil/Sayre line -- when Taylor and Harry fell in love. The world would rue the decision to try and keep them apart during the Wizarding War, while Harry was hunting Horcruxes, and Taylor was hunting the Death Eaters.
Post-War, after rebuilding Hogwarts and laying to rest those who fell to the darkness, the two celebrated their wedding in 2002 at the Burrow during the early spring when the flowers were in bloom and the weather was more mild. Shortly after, they fell pregnant with their first children, James Sirius and Rubeus Arthur, both born in early 2003.
As their family grew, Harry joined the pro-Quidditch league after trying -- and quitting -- the Auror training. Playing for the Falmouth Falcons, he brought them to the World Cup three times, and he brought home the Cup twice. After seven wonderful years, he retired from pro-Quidditch to accept Headmistress McGonagall's offer of becoming the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, now that the job is no longer jinxed.
In the meantime, Taylor joined forces with Hermione Granger ( @bccksmarts ) to create the Wiltshire Primary Academy, a school for underaged magical children from all walks of life, in order to educate them in a setting that makes it harder for the pureblood supremacy to fester. They teach a few core classes from Hogwarts, as well as mathematics, language arts, world history, science, chemistry, and music. There are also a few extracurriculars, such as gym and art classes. The Academy is open all year 'round, in order to give some of the children a safe haven from abusive homes/environments, and thus Muggleborn children are better prepared to enter the magical community.
After the twins were born, Taylor gave birth to two more children, Lily Luna (2005) and Jonas Alessio (2006). Due to these back to back pregnancies, when she fell pregnant again, she suffered a miscarriage by 15 weeks, and fell into a deep depression. It took months to claw herself back out of the hole of darkness, thanks to her support system, and she refocused her efforts back into her children, in order to give them a good life. However, after nearly seven years, Taylor does get pregnant -- by accident -- with their final rainbow baby, a little girl (Laura Minerva, 2013), who is absolutely spoiled to near death.
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#Harry x Taylor#Sayre!Taylor#AUs#their story#No matter the background their love story is always marvelous#Borelli-Potter
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Not even Xaden Riorson is safe from my Prettyboy-ification ray
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"Poor thing," Harry sighed softly. He knew how it felt to be overwhelmed, terrified, and powerless while others thought you were bigger or scarier than you were, and he was triply relieved now that Taylor had been right there to help Beatrice. "I'm glad you were there," he told Taylor out loud. "I don't know exactly how conjuring and Vanishing work, but I hated that she got hurt."
Tyler speaking to Beatrice as well made all three Gryffindors jump outright. "Both of you?" Ron asked in a strangled voice. "Is that normal in America?"
And it only got wilder. Harry might not get it as Hermione did, but he knew that it mattered to learn that the Borellis had legacy heritage as well. And now he was very curious about Sayre herself, and what led her to America, and what the magical community was like over there....
He had to hope that this weird evening was the start of a new friendship, with these two, and that he'd get to learn from them.
Harry also didn't know anything about children and birth, but three sets of twins sounded like madness. And Taylor and Tyler were not even the only ones in their own immediate family?
"And I thought having our one set was insane," Ron snickered. "Someday you ought to come to the Burrow, there's currently five of us in-house. Two already left home."
Hermione was still watching Taylor with fascination, and again latched onto her words. "Visions?" she asked. "You have Seer blood?"
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They made it back to the entrance hall and headed past the Great Hall, towards the corridor that split off towards the Hufflepuff cellars and then the Slytherin dungeons. Harry had no idea how to access the kitchen, but they didn't need to go searching; the Borelli siblings were coming up one of the halls, running into them and drawing up short.
It was Tyler who broke the awkward beat of silence, and Harry was surprised that the Hufflepuff knew him. But then again, he was a Hufflepuff, and they were well known for being friendly.
Taylor, it seemed, was not one to beat around the bush. Harry had to admit, he rather liked that about her right off, on top of already approving of the fact that she had protected the snake from being hurt or just Vanished away.
Speak of the devil, she presented the little serpent, and Harry was the one to move first. He stepped forward to offer his hand--did you let snakes scent you, like dogs?--and smiled at her. "Hi, Beatrice. I'm very glad you didn't get too hurt today. Lockhart's a complete idiot, I'm sorry he hit you with that spell."
"I'm sure he just thought she might dangerou--" Hermione started, but her voice died at the looks the others gave her. "...I'm glad she's all right."
"I don't know," Harry answered Taylor's question, tiredly. "I didn't realize it was rare. Two summers ago before I learned I was a wizard, I spoke to a boa at a zoo, and because he wanted to escape and see Brazil I somehow unconsciously magically removed the glass of his exhibit, but I had no idea.....this is the first time it's happened since."
He hesitated. "....Hermione told me as we were coming down from Gryffindor Tower to find you that the reason everyone looked at us that way was because Salazar Slytherin was a Parseltongue, too? I mean...everyone assumes he was evil because of his views on blood status, and now...."
"I think it's only a problem because of the Chamber of Secrets business," Hermione offered in a small voice. "He...he lived so long ago, now people are no doubt wondering if having the same gift means you're his descendent."
"Thanks for calling it a gift, not a curse," Harry sighed. He looked back at Taylor. "My family's magical side is pretty heavily-Gryffindor leaning, but what about you?"
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The American girl--Taylor, Harry now distantly remembered Hermione saying, Taylor Borelli, and her twin brother was one of the Hufflpepuffs standing beside her, along with the irate Justin--did not get a chance to answer him. Justin snapped at them, and Harry flinched, but Taylor was not going to take that laying down.
"Yes, it--she--was just frightened," Harry said, and now he realized very abruptly and with a burst of ice down his spine that not everybody could understand the snake. He had, and Taylor had, but looking around, he saw not a single other face showing sympathy or awareness. Only alarm.
Draco winced and stepped back, and Harry couldn't help noticing that there was a kind of familiarity to his clear chagrin. He suddenly had a feeling that this quick-tongued Slytherin girl was why he hadn't had as many unpleasant run-in's with Draco so far that year.
She protected the snake, and even Snape looked as if he was taken aback a bit by her sheer attitude. "Confirm that it is non-venomous, first," he ordered, a hand out to stop Taylor. Once he got a better look at its species, the Potions master nodded and stepped back, allowing Taylor to storm off.
In their wake, Harry became aware of most eyes swinging back to him now. He wished he had not spoken up when Taylor had saved the snake, because now, the sidelong looks and mutters were clearly about him, as well as as the American.
He felt a tugging on the back of his robes. "Come on,“ Ron said in his ear. "Move—come on—" Ron steered him out of the hall, Hermione hurrying alongside them; as they went through the doors, the people on either side drew away as though they were frightened of catching something. Harry didn‘t have a clue what was going on, and neither Ron nor Hermione explained anything until they had dragged him all the way up to the empty Gryffindor common room. Then Ron pushed Harry into an armchair and said, „You‘re a Parselmouth. Why didn‘t you tell us?“
"I‘m a what?"
"A Parselmouth! You can talk to snakes!"
"I know," Harry. "I mean, that‘s only the second time I‘ve ever done it. I
accidentally set a boa constrictor on my cousin Dudley at the zoo once—long story—but so what?" he added. "I bet loads of people here can do it."
"No ,they can‘t," Ron retorted. "It‘s not a very common gift. Harry, this is bad."
"What‘s bad?" said Harry, starting to feel quite angry. „What‘s wrong with
everyone? Listen, if I hadn‘t told that snake" Harry asked, bewildered. "That girl, Taylor, she could too--and she told the snake not to attack Justin—"
"Oh, that‘s what she said to it?"
"You were there—you heard us!"
"I heard you speaking Parseltongue,“ Ron corrected. "Snake language. You could have been saying anything—Justin was freaked out by that girl just picking it up like she did, and then you were talking to them both." He hesitated. "It was creepy, you know—"
Harry gaped at them. "I spoke a different language? But—I didn‘t realize—how can I speak a language without knowing I can speak it?"
"And what about Taylor?" Hermione added. "We ought to speak to her.... She is a Slytherin, this is....well, something."
"Are you talking about the other one that was hissing?" They looked up, finding the twins wandering past; Harry didn't miss that they didn't look nearly as wary of him as everyone else sidling past. He appreciated it. "Passed her heading to the kitchens. You might catch her by the Great Hall before she heads back down to the dungeons to her dorm."
Harry pushed himself back to his feet. "Worth a try. Coming?" he added, and Ron and Hermione nodded, pale as they hurried after him out of the portrait hole.
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Well, this was already going about as well as most things tended to for Harry at Hogwarts. He had wanted to do this club, but with Lockhart leading it, he assumed they'd learn about as much as they did in the Defense classroom, that year....and he anticipated a few more bad outcomes on par with his damned arm going boneless after Dobby's rogue bludger.
Snape looked disgusted by Lockhart's pomp and ridiculousness, and then rather murderous over the idiot posturing as if he had stood a chance at stopping the Potions master from knocking him on his arse. Harry had a feeling that that was why Lockhart proposed the students take over without any actual demonstration worth watching.
Well, at least Snape had shown the value of a fast Disarming charm. Harry had practiced Expelliarmus a few times, and he felt confident-ish in that one.
Of course Snape chose Draco. Harry climbed onto the gold stage, noticing that the blond did not look as scornful or smug as usual when he followed. They faced off between the professors, and Harry tensed to react.
He had no idea if Disarming would have worked against a damn snake being conjured. He froze, staring at it, wondering if it was venomous or not. Harry barely noticed Snape stepping forward--but he certainly didn't miss Lockhart waving his arm wildly, and Harry jerked in alarm at the cry of pain that he heard from the snake as it was flung up and dropped roughly.
It landed before a wide-eyed Hufflepuff, hissing, and immediately raised itself up a bit. The gasps of alarm seemed to suggest that everyone feared it would strike....but Harry could see that it was trembling.
He was not expecting a Slytherin girl he did not know to step forward, hand towards the snake, and speak to it soothingly. Harry registered two things; one, her accent was American, and two, although he understood her, he still caught the unmistakable hissing surrounding the syllables as she comforted the serpent.
"It won't hurt anyone, right?" Harry did not know why he asked it, but he did....and in asking, he heard the same strange sound encompassing his own voice.
"Hey!" Harry jolted, looking at the Hufflepuff--Justin, he realized now--and finding him glaring at them, of all things. "What are you two playing at?!"
Snape stepped forward, brow furrowing. "Miss Borelli--"
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As the Moon Sheds Its Shadow // Closed RP
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The announcement had gone up on all common room boards the day of, making it rather abrupt. But it had everyone excited enough that word spread, so Harry had no doubt that the Great Hall would be quite full despite short notice. And even those who might not have been inclined to join a Dueling Club were talking about it, clearly intending to attend, presumably because of the same fears that had prompted the staff to implement it to begin with.
"What, they reckon that Slytherin's monster can duel?" Ron asked dryly as they left study hall after dinner had been over for an hour, heading back downstairs among the throng. "Still, it'll be useful for more than just this year, I reckon."
"Considering that you two wound up accepting a duel from Malfoy last year with limited spell education, let alone dueling training," Hermione snorted, "yes, I think you might need it."
Harry frowned. "Huh. That reminds me, he's been quiet this year, hasn't he?" he asked as they entered the Great Hall. As if conjured, he spotted the blond across the room, sitting on the small risers that had been raised around a candlelit golden stage stretching the length with Pansy Parkinson, Theo Nott, and Blaise Zabini. His usual guard dogs were sitting off on their own.
"Maybe even he has to admit that You Know Who coming back wouldn't be ideal," Ron muttered as they took their places along the stage.
"I wonder who‘ll be teaching us?“ Hermione mused. "Someone told me Flitwick was a dueling champion when he was young—maybe it‘ll be him.“
"As long as it‘s not—" Harry began, but he ended on a groan: Lockhart was walking onto the stage, accompanied by none other than Snape.
Lockhart waved an arm for silence and called "Gather round, gather round! Can everyone see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent! Now, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little dueling club, to train you all in case you ever need to defend ourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions—for full details, see my published works. Let me introduce my assistant, Professor Snape! He tells me he knows a tiny little bit about dueling himself and has sportingly agreed to help me with a short demonstration before we begin. Now, I don‘t want any of you youngsters to worry—you‘ll still have your Potions master when I‘m through with him, never fear!“
Lockhart and Snape turned to face each other and bowed; at least, Lockhart did, with much twirling of his hands, whereas Snape jerked his head irritably. Then they raised their wands like swords in front of them. "As you see, we are holding our wands in the accepted combative position, “Lockhart told the silent crowd. „On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course.“
Both of them swung their wands above their heads and pointed them at their opponent; Snape cried, "Expelliarmus!“ There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was blasted off his feet: He flew backward off the stage, smashed into the wall, and slid down it to sprawl on the floor.
"Do you think he‘s all right?“ Hermione squealed, watching through her fingers.
"Who cares?“ Ron laughed. Lockhart was getting unsteadily to his feet. His hat had fallen off and his wavy hair was standing on end.
"Well, there you have it!“ he said, tottering back onto the platform. "That was a Disarming Charm—as you see, I‘ve lost my wand—ah, thank you, Miss Brown—yes, an excellent idea to show them that, Professor Snape, but if you don‘t mind my saying so, it was very obvious what you were about to do. If I had wanted to stop you it would have been only too easy—however, I felt it would be instructive
to let them see…“
Recovering, Lockhart went on, "Enough demonstrating! Time to give you students a chance..."
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