SCOTLAND, HOGWARTS GREENHOUSES.

1st period, Herbology, a new lesson added to their timetable. The classmates were stood around plants inside of a greenhouse, brown cloaks hanging from their shoulders and was used as a sort of apron, ear muffs on their collarbones, y/n stood beside Neville Longbottom and Dean Thomas too, who kept staring at her, odd.

"Good morning everyone," a woman with a more apple shaped body and a darker shade of brown robes came out, also wearing a smiliar colour hat as she tapped a pot, grabbing everyone's attention.

"Good morning, Professor Sprout," the class echoes to her as the lady grinned at the class of second years.

"Welcome to greenhouse three second years now gather 'round," she instructed as the students stepped closer towards the table of pots and plants. "Today we are going to repot mandrakes, who here can tell me what a mandrake is?" She asked the class. Hermiones hand slowly rose up.

"Yes Miss. Granger," she said and she put her hand down.

"Mandrake, or Mandragora, is used to return those who had been petrified to their original state," Hermione announced as Sprout nodded, gesturing her to go on. "It's also quite dangerous, the mandrakes cry is fatal to anyone who hears it," she said wearing a smile of the Professor.

"Excellent, ten points to Gryffindor," she announced, as y/n, Neville and Dean gave each other excited looks. "Now as our mandrake are only seedlings they won't kill you yet, but they could knock you out for several hours, which is why I've given you a pair of ear muffs for ordinary protection," she said pointing to everyones desks. "So could you put these on right away, quickly," she told her classroom, watching they placed the ear muffs over their head "flaps right down and watch me closely," she instructed, strutting over to the mandrake.

"You grasp you mandrake firmly, you pull it up out of the pot," she said as the creature began whining and screeching, everyone reached for their ear muffs pushing them down harder. "Got it? And now you dump it into the other pot and pour a little sprinkle of the soil onto him to keep him warm," she ordered, demonstrating to the class.

Y/n felt Neville tug onto her brown cloak as he fell backwards, fainting. Y/n noticed this with seamus as his unconscious body against the ground.

"Ah Longbottoms been neglecting his earmuffs," She said looking over to where he stood.

"No ma'am, he's just fainted," Seamus told her, looking away from him, y/n stood up

"Yes well, just leave him there, right!" She yelled as both seamus and y/n furrowed their brows at the woman. "On we go, plenty of pots to go around! Grasp you mandrake and pull!" She yelled as everyone mandrakes began to scream, y/n looked over at hermione as she looked at it disgustedly.

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the four of the friends all sat together at the Gryffindor table for lunch, hermione had a book out for studying as y/n joined along with her, after a lesson of herbology she suddenly found a new interest in the lesson and wanted to discover more on in.

"Say it, I'm doomed," Ron said, hermione and y/n looked up from the book they were reading and smirked at him taping his wand back together.

"You're doomed," y/n and Harry said both with a grin in their faces.

"Hi y/n!" A boy said from behind you whilst taking a photo. "Hi Harry!" He piped again as he took a photo of him. "I'm Colin Creevey! I'm in Gryffindor too!" She said holding the camera in his hands.

"Hi Colin, it's nice to meet you," Harry said and y/n held her hand out for him to shake which he took excitedly.

"Hey Ron, isn't that your owl?" Dean said as they all saw his owl fly down with a red envelope in his beak, he swerved down into the bowl of crisps, the whole Slytherin table laughed.

"Bloody birds a menace," Ron said and took the letter out of his mouth, it jumped back up and flew away. "Oh no..." he said as he read the evelope

"Look everyone, weasleys got himself a howler!" Seamous announced, more giggles from the Slytherin table.

"Go on Ron, I ignored one from my gran once, it was horrible," Neville told the ginger boy as his hands shakily opened it up.

"RONALD WEALSEY!" The paper screamed, he quickly dropped it as the paper formed a shape of a mouth. "HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I AM ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED, YOUR FATHER IS NOW FACING AN ENQUIRY AT WORK AND ITS ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME!" Mrs. Weasleys voice rung throughout the whole great hall. "Oh and Ginny dear, congrats on making Gryffindor, your father and I are so proud," she told her daughter as Ginny looked around awkwardly. The letter turned back to Ron and shrivelled up into pieces leaving Ron, Hermione, Y/n and Harry star struck at he announced from Rons mother.

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"let me introduce you to your new defence against the dark arts teacher, me," the same man with a creme tux and robe from the day at diagonal alley came out of the room to introduce himself immediately y/n and dean exchanged a look. "Gilderoy Lockheart, order of merlin, third class honour of remember of the dark force defense league, and five time winner of weekleys most charming smile award," he said and chuckled to himself, getting weird looks off people "But I don't talk about that, I didn't get rid of the banshee but smiling at them," he stopped smiling realising the kids weren't liking his act, "I see you've all bought a complete set of my books, well done," Lockheart announced to his class stepping over to a table "Now I thought we'd start to with a little quiz," he said and began to hand them out to his students. "Nothing to worry about,just to check how much you've remembered," he said as he gave a copy to hermione, she thanked him and fangirled with Susan Bones next to her, he passed a sheet to Ron as he smiled at the man but as he read it his eyebrows furrowed immediately. 

"What on earth," y/n said, sitting next to dean Thomas "what a little sodder, questions about himself?" She questioned scanning through the paper and up the dean.

"how vain could he get?" He replied and they quickly looked at each other when dean quickly looked away blushing, she furrowed her brows at him weirdly.

"You have thirty minutes, start," he paused, waiting for everyone's quill in their hands. "now," he said and everyone began to write down answers.

30 minutes had passed and everyone handed in their papers, he kicked his feet up on the desk as he filed through them, disappointed.

"Tut tut, hardly any of you remembered that my favourite colours lilac, but miss hermione Granger knew that my severer ambition is to rid the world but of evil, and mark it my own range of hair care potions, good girl," he winked at her. Y/n's top lip quickly folded up at his gesture, standing up and steadily walking over to the cage with a purple cloth drapped over it.

"Now, be warned, it is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizard kind, you may find yourself facing your worst fears in this room, note that no harm can be fool you whilst I am here," the man told the kids and they all stared fascinated, the cage rattling around aggressively. "I must ask you not to scream, it might provoke them!" He yelled pulling off the cape and it showed midnight blue little elves, nude with tiny iridescent wings and completely black eyes.

"Cornish pixies!" Seamus announced, giggling with Neville.

"Freshly caught, Cornish pixies!" Lockheart replied as the boy increased his laughter.

"Laugh all you will mr finnigan but pixies will be devilishly tricky little blisters lets see what you make of them!" Lockhart opened the cage door and all the tiny creatures flew out, creating a catastrophe.

"Oh my!" Y/n yelled.

"Y/n come this way," dean ordered her when three grabbed her the hood of her cloak and pulled her up to the lantern at the top of the classroom, everyone watched as she was dragged and so was Neville. She reached out for Nevilles wrist, frightful she might fall, looking around the classroom, watching multiple pixies collide to let the dragon skeleton to crash onto the concrete ground, hearing the pesky creatures giggle with delight.

"Immobulus!" Hermione chanted, her wand directed to the air and with a sudden burst the pixies act was slowed, leaving both neville and y/n humilaitaed from the large lantern above the classmates heads.

"Why is it always me?" Neville asked himself.

the two continued to dangle in the air when the sound of tearing was heard in both of their ears, they exchanged a glance wondering whos robe was ripping, and the more the sound was made the more they had notice y/n slipping closer to the ground.

her grip on his wrist tightened as the gryffindor robes tore, sending her towards the ground and landing roughly on the table that stood underneath them the whole classroom gasping along with y/n as she sat up, completely winded.