Today was the day that they'd going to Diagon Alley once again, having gone there the year before. They had prepared themselves for the journey and were ready, all they had to do was get there and it would prove to be... "magical"

Harry, Ron and Y/N had also received their equipment list and the others could have honestly swore that Y/N almost gagged at what they needed.

SECOND YEAR STUDENTS WILL REQUIRE:

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk

Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart

Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart

Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart

Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart

Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart

"Oh you gotta be s-" However before Y/N could finish, Mrs Weasley gave him a glare in which would honestly stop Voldermort in his tracks.

Not long after, O/N the owl came in carrying a letter and the name was addressed to the three of them. "Thanks O/N." Y/N patted him on his beak and he flew off.

Y/N called Ron and Harry over, and then ripped the letter open. It was in fact a letter from Hermione.

Dear Y/N, Ron and Harry, if you're there,

I know in my previous letter I said not to go with the Ron and rescue Harry but I can only assume you did. Anyway I hope Harry is okay and that you didn't do anything illegal to get him out, Y/N, because that would get Harry into trouble, and of course you too, I know what you're like, trouble practically runs to you. Please be okay. I've been really worried and if Harry is all right, will you please let me know at once.

"It's from Hermione." Y/N said, his voice filled with glee.

"Pathetic." Ron groaned. "I've been really worried." he mimicked in a girly voice. "I told you she's been writing about you a lot."

"Oh I wonder why?" Y/N sarcastically said. "Maybe because I'm interesting" He told him with a smug grin.

"Ha you interesting, yeah alright" Ron said with a half laugh.

"...Mate, I helped get back the Philosopher's Stone, what have you done?" Y/N asked with yet again another smug expression.

"I sacrificed myself to wizard chess in order for you to win." Ron pointed out, just as equally smug as Y/N.

"Fair point."

After their little conversation and some nagging from Mrs Weasley, they proceeded to use floo powder to travel to their destination.

One after the other, the older Weasley siblings vanished into fin air as they threw down their powder.

Lastly it was just Y/N, Ron and Harry. The truth was, Y/N never used floo powder before since his dad was strictly into muggle transportation or so he thought.

"Well... all right... you go after Arthur," said Mrs. Weasley. "Now, when you get into the fire, say where you're going—"

"And keep your elbows tucked in," Ron advised.

"And your eyes shut," said Mrs. Weasley. "The soot—"

"Don't fidget," said Ron. "Or you might well fall out of the wrong fireplace—"

"But don't panic and get out too early; wait until you see Fred and George."

Harry grabbed a fist full of powder and threw it into the flames. It made a hissing roar. He opened his mouth and immediately swallowed a lot of hot ash.

"D-Dia-gon Alley," Harry coughed.

And just like that he was gone.

"Oh my god." Y/N facepalmed as the Mrs Weasley just looked at him puzzled.

"What did he say?" She asked.

"Dia-gon Alley..." Y/N muttered.

He walked up and took a palm full of powder and went up to the flames. "I'll go after him." Y/N reassured the older woman.

He threw the powder down and shouted.

"Dia-gon Alley"

And what felt like a couple of hours were only mere seconds. It felt like getting sucked down a drain and Y/N could honestly understand why his Dad was so against it.

Suddenly Y/N was jolted in front, falling on his face first and on the floor with a thud. Y/N roughly got up and rubbed his face as he observed his surroundings.

"Y/N!" a voice called out and it turned out to be Harry, he managed to find him. He turned to face him and saw his state. He was covered in ash and soot, plus his glasses weren't in the best of conditions.

"Alright, Harry?" Y/N asked to which the other boy shook his head.

"Why did you follow me?" Harry questioned as they began walking along through the sketchy shop that they had both unfortunately landed in.

"I couldn't leave you alone Harry, there's no telling what would've happened to you. I wasn't about to let you get hurt or something." Y/N explained to him as they traversed the shop.

They finally managed to find an exit and walked outside. They were confronted with some very dodgy looking people and even considered running but a booming voice stopped us.

"Harry, Y/N? What d'yeh think yer doin' down there?" The familiar and loud voice of Hagrid filled their ears.

"Hagrid!" Harry croaked in relief. "We were lost—Floo powder—"

Hagrid pulled the two of them away and guided them down an alleyway.

"Yer a mess!" said Hagrid gruffly, brushing soot off Harry so forcefully he nearly knocked him into a barrel of dragon dung outside an apothecary. "Skulkin' around Knockturn Alley, I dunno dodgy place,—don' want no one ter see yeh two down there—"

"We realized that," said Harry, ducking as Hagrid made to brush him off again. "I told you, we were lost"

"What were you doing down there, anyway?" Y/N asked as they got closer, passing a few more strange people.

"I was lookin' fer a Flesh Eatin' Slug Repellent," growled Hagrid. "They're ruinin' the school cabbages. Yer not on yer own?"

"We've staying with the Weasleys but we got separated,"

"What 'bout yeh Y/N? I thought you dad didn't let you wonder without him." Hagrid asked.

"He should be around here somewhere I'm sure, I just decided to stay with Weasley for a bit." He replied while giving Harry a 'don't bother' look"

Harry explained. "Anyway we've got to go and find them..."

The two boys continued along until they hit what looked like the Main Street. Hagrid wanted to know why Harry wasn't responding to his letters and so he explained about Dobby and the Dursley's.

"Y/N! Harry!"

Suddenly Y/N was interrupted by a big embrace and a girl's voice, her bushy hair glimmering in the air and smile beaming ever so brightly. It was Hermione.

Y/N hugged Hermione back, the heat in both their cheeks rising ever so slightly at the slightest of touch. They separated a minute later and smiled brightly at each other.

"It's good to see you again, Hermione." Y/N gleamed as Hermione smiled heartily at him.

"You too, Y/N." Her smile only brightened, which made Y/N's stomach begin to form knots.

It took Y/N a second to notice but he saw that she was indeed still wearing the silver bracelet on her left wrist in which he gifted her last year, it looked like its hardly been taken off.

She went and gave Harry a hug too. She let go and saw the state of Harry's glasses, she pulled out her wand and did the spell.

They had finally managed to track the Weasleys down and then decided they'd meet back at Flourish and Blotts. Y/N was about to go to Gringotts and take out some money but a man came out of nowhere and marched up to him, looking quite relieved but also angry.

"Oh hey, Dad." Y/N quipped as his father stared him down.

"Don't you, 'Dad' me. Do you have any idea what you've done!? How worried I've been?" He hissed, his voice filled with anger.

"I imagine, on a scale from one to ten, probably One Hundred." Y/N joked with a sarcastic smile. But his father wasn't having any of it.

"Don't be doing it again!" Dad hissed as he lightly smacked the back of his son's head.

"Jesus Christ! Alright, chill." Y/N shrugged him off.

They then proceeded to Gringotts and withdraw the money that he required. Mr Weasley hushed in a excited tone as he watched the muggle family, Mr and Mrs Granger exchanging muggle money for that of the wizarding world.

After they had collected what he needed, Y/N returned to the outside, thankfully his father agreed to let him wander alone for time being but not for too long.

He walked down a street and was about to enter a very interesting store but was interrupted by Hermione who grabbed at his arm and practically dragged him over to meet her parents.

"Mum, Dad, this is Y/N." she introduced him to her parents. Y/N nodded to them and smiled.

"It's lovely to meet you both." Y/N spoke brightly as they smiled in return.

"Ah so this is the, Y/N that you've been telling us all so much about." Her mother said sweetly, eyeing Y/N up and down.

"Muuuummm." Hermione groaned as her father just chuckled.

Y/N nervously laughed and joined in "I hope it wasn't all bad." He joked.

"Not at all" Mr. Granger replied. The middle-aged man was hesitant but played it off. "She's been telling us how you made the Quidditch team, it's all very impressive" He said, but confusion laced his words, not to mention the puzzled look he carried as he spoke. Y/N imagined Hermione's father didn't have a clue as to what Quidditch was or how it worked.

"Well I can't take all the credit, Hermione has done just as much as me, some would say even better. Your daughter's a remarkable person." Y/N responded wholehearted, speaking nothing but the truth and turned to Hermione, who's face was currently heating up and blushing a fair pink colour. The praise made Hermione's heart thump with joy, she hardly took her eyes away from him as he smiled. Something she started to notice more and more.

"Right well I better be off." Y/N said and it made Hermione's spirit drop a little bit. She wanted to go with him but she understood they needed to be places. "It was a pleasure meeting you both." He shook their hands, giving Hermione another hug. The contact again, made her feel warm and fuzzy inside, a feeling she couldn't figure out. It made her blush even more.

Y/N walked back in his previous direction as he faintly heard Mrs Granger tease her daughter. "He's a keeper for sure." To which Hermione groaned and took their hands, guiding them elsewhere.

Y/N finally found the shop he was looking for, which had the name of Magical Menagerie, a Pet shop. He peered through the window and saw all sorts of Pets, from owls to mice and much more.

He entered the shop and began browsing all the animals which were shelved here. There were owls, dogs and other such animals. But one caught his eye.

It was a cat, it had darkened black fur and grey whiskers. It's eyes were a soft glow of blue and... it was a Female. It was a small size, she could practically perch on his shoulder if she wanted to. It looked at him ominously, like it was trying to figure him out. Y/N somewhere read that Animals were insanely intelligent in the wizarding world.

She let out a purr and meowed as he got closer to the cage, his face was nearly pressed up against the cage in which it sat. So, being the happy and diligent person that he is. He bought her.

Y/N went to the counter and paid a few galleons for her. The older and slightly hunched over woman who stood behind the counter gracefully took the money. She also informed him that cat had a disability of some kind. There were complications when the cat was growing so the cat never reached its full size so it was basically the size of a kitten but smart as an adult version.

He took her out of her cage and in turn bought his own little one for her to be put in but he didn't need to worry about.

Before he knew it, the cat had jumped up onto his right shoulder and slumped down, peering over the shoulder at was in front of him.

"I guess that works." Y/N spoke to cat as he stroked her, causing another purr.

"What shall I name you?" He asked to which cat perched her ears up at the sudden question, as if she knew what he was asking.

"Hmm." He observed her. Her black fur and amber eyes, it reminded him of night time. He then decided on one.

"Midnight?" Y/N asked her to which she purred even more this time as she wiggled her small tail behind her.

"I'll take that as a yes." He mussed and walked out, a smaller cage in hand in case he needed it.

Y/N then walked around more for about ten minutes, peering in the nearby shops and talking with other shoppers until he spotted something that caught his eye again. Just beside Flourish and Blotts there was a music shop with a notice board of some kind, it had moving pictures which omitted sounds and even music. People were coming and going buying certain music albums. But one specific picture had interested him.

There was one of him playing the guitar, it was the one where he had been playing "Alive" in courtyard of Hogwarts, the day everyone found out about his "talent" and it seems to have spread.

"Oh god." Y/N muttered and that must've been an enough because a nearby stranger saw him and he swore he saw her eyes filled with fireworks and explosions at the mere sight of him.

"OMG! It's you! Y/N L/N!" She screamed which had caught the attention and ears of many other people around, even that of Y/N's father's who looked worried again, he had his hand in his pocket like he was holding his wand, and that of the Weasley family and others.

Unknown to Y/N, his music which was recorded by who ever took that photo that day, had sold it to the music shop. And was now reaping what should be his benefits but it didn't bother him much, He didn't like being in the spotlight.

Apparently for the last few months people have been buying copies of his song and no one bothered to notify him. Well I guess that happens when your rarely allowed out.

"Can you sing us a song?" One person asked excitedly as Y/N just watched in shock. Was his song that good?

"I- I dunno-" Y/N started but more joined him.

Another voice sounded out, followed by another to which he shook his head. Really? A lot of people were now staring at him which made him very uncomfortable.

"O-ok I guess." Y/N answered to which caused cheers. He got out his guitar from his bag, which he practically brought with him whenever he went, and did the usual enlargement spell. Enlarging it to its originally size.

Midnight hopped off his shoulder and adventured off. He wasn't worried about losing her since she would find him later, cats were intelligent enough in the muggle world, they're probably even smarter here. He decided on a small but powerful song.

Y/N strummed a few cords, cleared his throat and picked a song.

"The Thief And The Moon"

Said the Thief to the Moon, "I'll extinguish your light soon
I'll put an end to all the light that you shed on this world in its darkened state"

Said the Moon to the Thief, "You know not of what you seek
you'll doom the world to wander the night with no light to guide the paths that men seek"

"Oh, but all the wealth in the world will be mine...
Without a means of defense for all those blind
My very existence is a race to attain wealth
For the thief's only loyalty in life is to the devil and himself"

"The earth will rise up and devour all that you are
The skies will call forth thunderous storms from afar

When you're dead, there will be no grave to remember your name
For your greed brings your end and there's no one but yourself to blame"

Y/N finished and all at once they cheered, screaming in complete bliss. So much that he almost fainted at the amount of noise. It was a surprise for sure. Someone had even taken a photo recording of the whole thing, yet another song for the record.

Y/N placed his guitar back in the bag and thanked everyone with a little bow. People were clapping and even offering him money for such a performance and even future ones but he declined it, he didn't need money nor want it and he especially didn't want more attention than he already did.

After everything had died down, Hermione came over. "That was amazing Y/N!" She squeaked, a smile gracing her lips as Y/N blushed at the compliment.

"Thank you 'Mione" He replied and in return she teased him about something that he wish he had never done.

"'Mione? What happened to Beautiful?" She teased with a smirk but Y/N could see a faint blush there.

"I- I, well I-" He stumbled over his words and all Hermione could do was giggle at his stunned state. "Well I thought you didn't want me saying such things... even if they are true" Y/N said rather boldly and Hermione's smirk soon fell and turned into a great big splash of red and pink.

"I never said to stop using it" Hermione replied in a sheepishly small voice as she tried hiding her face with her hands.

"Well good cause I'm gonna keep using it, Hermosa." He said, a grin across his face.

After chatting some more they decided to head into Flourish and Blotts book store. The place was filled to the brim with books and even more so with people.

Because the one person in the entire world who Y/N never ever wanted to meet was there...

Gilderoy Lockhart.

"Oh for the love of god.."

—

Y/N stood at the front entrance of the store. As a line of woman waited to get their books signed by the "infamous" Gilderoy Lockhart. Woman were practically fainting at the scene and Y/N... well he was fainting but for an entire different reason all together.

He soon noticed a sign off towards the right and it confirmed his suspicions.

GILDEROY LOCKHART

Will be signing copies of his autobiography

MAGICAL ME

today 12.30—4.30

To say he wasn't a big fan of Lockhart would be a massive understatement. The guy was a complete fraud, a liar and bunch of other things that Y/N woulda loved to name but he'd be waiting here till next Christmas.

Harry, Ron and Hermione had just entered the shop and sure enough, they spotted him too. But some where more "happy" than others.

"We can actually meet him!" Hermione squealed. "I mean, he's written almost the whole booklist!"

"You know he's fraud right? His books are junk." Y/N told her as hi face scrunched up at the sight of Lockhart who was chuckling and laughing with countless woman and girls alike, blushing from head to toe.

"Don't be ridiculous Y/N." Hermione waved him off, obviously too interested and fascinated by Lockhart, don't know why though? He's not even that great... compared to some people.

The crowd seemed to be made up mostly of witches around Mrs. Weasley's age. A harassed looking wizard stood at the door, saying, "Calmly, please, ladies... Don't push, there... mind the books, now..."

A huge line was going all the way to the back of shop, it seems he has quite the fan base, it mostly made up of witches of Mrs Weasley age. They decided to go get a better view of it, much to Y/N's disagreement and each grabbed a copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 and sneaked up the line to where the rest of the Weasleys were standing with Mr. and Mrs. Granger.

"Oh, there you are, good," said Mrs. Weasley. She sounded breathless and kept patting her hair. "We'll be able to see him in a minute..."

"I've only seen him for about five seconds and already had enough of him, thank you." Y/N mumbled, Hermione turned to him with a sharp glare.

"You haven't even met him yet! How can you judge so easily." She asked him as Y/N watched the line get smaller.

Y/N sighed and replied to Hermione as she watched closely. "How can YOU judge him so easily is the real question. How do you know his books are real?" Y/N questioned her with a frown upon his face as he turned to her. To his surprise, she had a somewhat confused expression, almost like she was having doubts.. but like Hermione always does, she comes up with an answer.

"Do you honestly believe he would write about fighting trolls and tackling ghouls If he didn't have a clue how to stop them?" Hermione asked to which Y/N facepalmed.

"Yes..."

Before they could continue their conversation a photographer came out of no where and began clicking away, taking photos of Lockhart.

"Out of the way, there," He snarled at Ron, moving back to get a better shot. "This is for the Daily Prophet—"

"Big deal," said Ron, rubbing his foot where the photographer had stepped on it.

Lockhart turned his head to sound and saw Harry, Ron and Y/N. He jumped out of seat.
"It can't be Harry Potter?"

Harry looked awfully uncomfortable when called him out. The crowd parted, whispering excitedly and staring at the boy who lived; Lockhart dived forward to see seize Harry's arm but instead Y/N grabbed ahold of him so Lockhart couldn't snatch him.

"Yeah I don't think he's really up to mate. Plus you can't go snatching up strangers can you?" Y/N pointed out to him as he stared him down. He had a thoughtful look on his face as if he was trying to remember someone but then it clicked.

Lockhart's eyes widened slowly and his look turned into a huge smirk, which honestly unnerved Y/N quite a bit. "Ah Y/N! I've head so much about you young man. The great Maria Black's son." Y/N immediately narrowed his eyes at him at the mere mention of his mother. "Your fame runs deep in the world of art, fascinating music you do. Come on you can join us too" He said ever so cheerful.

And before he could protest the man grabbed Y/N by the arm and pulled him onto the stage with Harry too. He notice his father, who had just come in, had a perplexed look as he watched the show unravel. Then it turned into something of a scowl, obviously sharing his son's distaste for Lockhart.

"Nice big smile now," said Lockhart, through his own gleaming teeth. "Together, both you and I are worth the front page."

When he finally let go of Y/N and Harry's hand, he could barely feel his own fingers, Y/N wanted to punch the man but resisted... for now. Harry just stood there, unsure of what to do but Y/N tired to get away but only for Lockhart to throw an arm around his shoulders and clamped him tightly to his side.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said loudly, waving for quiet. "What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time!

"When young Harry and Y/N here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, they both only wanted to buy my autobiography—which I shall be happy to present them now, free of charge—" The crowd applauded again. "Yeah I wouldn't get that book even it were free" Y/N muttered to which the older man squeezed his shoulder harder this time. "He had no idea-" Lockhart continued,

'That you're such a twit?'

"That the two would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. Them and their schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me."

'Damn.' Y/N looked at the Weasley family and sure enough Mrs Weasley looked like she was about to pass out however the younger Weasley children didn't even look the slightest of interest in Lockhart. Hermione was looking rather flustered at the sight of Lockhart and
Y/N couldn't help but feel jealous.

'Why am I getting jealous? There's nothing to be jealous about' He thought while Lockhart continued.

"Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!"

"Oh for fucks sake, NO" Y/N spoke in Spanish, lucky Lockhart didn't understand him. Y/N saw his dad let out a wary chuckle as he continued watching. He also saw out of the corner of his eye, Hermione giving him the glare of a life time, one he knew all too well.
'Oh that's right she can understand me now... crap.' He thought as Lockhart continued to spit out his nonsense.

Lockhart finally finished his speech and let the two boys go. Y/N and Harry walked back down next to the Weasley family.

"You have these," Harry mumbled to Ginny, tipping the books into the cauldron. "I'll buy my own"

Y/N dumped his own books that Lockhart gave him in a nearby bin. "God that was horrible." He said to Harry and the boy went to reply but a screeching voice that they all hate, called out to the two.

"Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" Said none other than Draco Malfoy, who was wearing his usual sneer of an expression.

"Famous Harry Potter," said Malfoy. "Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."

"Oh looks, famous Draco Malfoy, can't even go one second without insulting someone." Y/N said rather bitterly.

"L/N, should've known you'd be up there, all of your muggle music seems to be going to people's heads." Malfoy sneered.

"Leave him alone! They didn't want all that" Hermione said as she pushed past her parents. Y/N and Harry gave her graceful smile for the support.

"L/N, you've got yourself a girlfriend!?" drawled Malfoy. Hermione cheeks turned to a slight shade of red as she looked away as Y/N just stood unfazed by it.

"You think you're all so talented." Malfoy continued, a look of disgust on his face. "I've got real talent, better than all you Gryffindors"

"HA!" Y/N cackled, causing Malfoy to look at him questionably. "I've seen house elves with more talent than you." Y/N laughed causing Malfoy to fume with anger.

For such an insult, the Wesley twins laughed uncontrollably and Ron had an amused grin. Hermione was still looking flustered but managed to compose herself shortly afterwards.

Ron came huddling over and saw Malfoy.
"Oh, it's you," He said, looking at Malfoy as if he were something unpleasant on the sole of his shoe. "Bet you're surprised to see Harry and Y/N here, eh?"

"Not as surprised as I am to see you in a shop, Weasley," Retorted Malfoy. "I suppose your parents will go hungry for a month to pay for all those."

Ron went as red as Hermione. He dropped his books into the cauldron, too, and started toward Malfoy, but Y/N, Harry and Hermione held him back.

"Ron!" said Mr. Weasley, struggling over with Fred and George. Came up behind them with Y/N's father also in tow. "What are you doing? It's too crowded in here, let's go outside."

"Well, well, well—Arthur Weasley."

It was Mr. Malfoy. He stood with his hand on Draco's shoulder, sneering in just the same way.

"Lucius," said Mr. Weasley, nodding coldly.

"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear," said Mr. Malfoy. "All those raids... I hope they're paying you overtime?"

"They are in fact, they only pay the best to the hard working and I'm afraid you're not on the list." Daniel L/N replied as he came up beside Mr Weasley, supporting his long time friend from the ministry.

"Daniel." Mr Malfoy sneered.

"Lucius." Daniel growled in return.

Lucius reached into Ginny's cauldron and extracted, from amid the glossy Lockhart books, a very old, very battered copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration.

"Obviously not," Mr. Malfoy said. "Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"

"We have a very different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy," Mr
L/N replied to his rival.

"Clearly," said Mr. Malfoy, "You'd know so much about that wouldn't you? Marrying into the Black family hmm? What a disgrace," Mr Malfoy shook his head. "She destroyed years of hard work of pureness... for a dull Muggle." He sneered towards him as Y/N held in a scowl. Obviously referring to Maria. It was known that the Black family were big supporters of Blood Purity, and Maria undid that by marrying a Muggle-Born and siring a Half-Blood.

"Perhaps." Mr L/N began. "But that was her choice to make, and hers alone. Not you, her father or anyone else for that matter." In all the times that Y/N had known his father, at this moment he had never seen him so angry as he was now.

Me Malfoy shrugged him off, not interested in what else he had to say, his pale eyes straying to Mr. and Mrs. Granger, who were watching apprehensively. "The company you keep,
Weasley, associating yourself with muggles... and I thought your family could sink no lower."

"That's funny, since your pure-blood son was bested by a muggle-born and a girl at that. I bet that boiled you to the core, didn't it?" Y/N smirked at Mr Malfoy as he turned and faced the younger boy. Y/N felt Hermione's hand tug on his sleeve, trying to get him to stand down.

"Ah L/N's boy, I've heard a great big deal about you from Draco, not fortunate things though." His tone of voice was anything but happy.

"Yeah well I don't except anything less from a self-centred git like him." Y/N hissed.

Mr Malfoy gave a look of pure hatred but it then morphed into a very evil but plausible smile. "Perhaps you should watch your anger, L/N. It'll get in you trouble one of these days. You don't want to end up like your uncle."

Even though his uncle was a mass murder. He still felt the need to defend him. "My uncle wasn't perfect, sure he did bad things, but he's still my family. And I won't have someone badmouth my family, Mr Malfoy. You should show more respect or soon you might find yourself with non at all." Y/N practically threatened, his temper spiking.

Lucius Malfoy smirk dropped instantly and merely frowned at the boy. "It seems your son needs to learn when to keep his mouth shut, Daniel. Much like his mother." The last words were spat out like venom as he looked over to Mr L/N. Mr Malfoy took ahold of Draco's shoulder; dragging him away before it could escalate even more.

Mr Weasley looked as though he was about punch him, luckily Y/N held back his own desires to hit him.

"That was really reckless Y/N, you could've got into some serious trouble." Hermione said to him with worry in her eyes.

"Don't worry, 'Mione I can handle him" Y/N reassured her as they all exited the bookstore and out into the street.