Pitiful Memories (Yandere H.P Various x Reader)

(2 : 10) The Duelling Club { 27 }

"Shall we go?"

"Well, I'm all up for it, if you guys are," I said, turning to Harry and Hermione, Harry and Hermione were all for it, so at eight o'clock that evening we hurried back to the Great Hall. 

The long dining tables had vanished and a golden stage had appeared.

Gilderoy Lockhart was walking onto the stage accompanied by Snape. Lockhart waved an arm for silence and called, 

"Gather round! Gather round! Can everyone see me? Can you all hear me? Excellent. In light of the dark events of recent weeks, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little Dueling Club, to train you all up in case you ever need to defend yourselves as I myself have done on countless occasions -- for full details, see my published works. Let me introduce my assistant Professor Snape." said Lockhart, flashing a wide smile. 

"He tells me he had quite an impeccable duelling teacher when he was a youngster and that he knows a tiny little bit about duelling himself-" At those words, I saw Snape's eyes flash towards me for just a split second, 

"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!" 

"Wouldn't it be good if they finished each other off?" Ron muttered in my ear and I chuckled.

"Just what I want for Christmas," I whispered back and Ron stifled a laugh. 

"On the count of three, we will cast our first spells. Neither of us will be aiming to kill, of course." 

"I wouldn't bet on that," I murmured, watching the end of Snape's lips curl upward. 

"One – two – three –" Both of them swung their wands up and over their shoulders. Snape cried: 

"Expelliarmus!" There was a dazzling flash of scarlet light and Lockhart was blasted off his feet: he flew backwards off the stage, smashed into the wall and slid down.

"Do you think he's all right?" she squealed through her fingers. 

"Who cares?" said Ron and I together, smiling wildly at the injured and embarrassed man. Lockhart was getting unsteadily to his feet. His hat had fallen off and his wavy hair was standing on end. 

"Professor Snape, 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 ..." Snape was looking murderous. Possibly Lockhart had noticed, because he said, 

"Enough demonstrating!  Let's have a volunteer pair. Potte- I mean- Darlington, Weasley, how about you?" 

"Weasley's wand causes devastation with the simplest spells. We'll be sending Darlington to the hospital wing in a matchbox. And I don't believe she has fully healed from her prior injury, so I suggest we-"

"I can duel, look at my arms, does it look inured to you, you blind bastard?" Of course, I didn't actually call Snape 'Blind bastard' out loud, but I did in my head and that was good enough for me. Snape ignored me,

"Might I suggest Potter," Said Snape. He looked over at Ron and me, "Time to split up the dream team, I think," he sneered, "And someone from my own house, maybe. Malfoy, perhaps?" Suggested Snape, shrugging.

"Excellent suggest, Professor Snape!" Shouted Lockhart as Snape signalled Malfoy to come forward and Lockhart did the same to Harry. 

"Scared, Potter?" muttered Malfoy, so that Lockhart couldn't hear him.