don’t own Harry Potter or any of the other characters or places mentioned. No
money is being made off of this nor is there any intent on infringement. I am
just playing in the world that J.K. Rowling created.
“V – very well. I’ll –
I’ll be in my office, getting – getting ready.”
Gilderoy Lockhart turned and left the staff room on shaking legs and
headed for his office. He hurried along the corridors, not really paying any
attention to where he was going. When he finally reached his office he shut and
locked the door behind him and stood leaning against it for a few minutes
trying to gain his composure, though becoming very close to hysterics.
“I can’t do this. I don’t know
where the Chamber is. And I haven’t got the slightest idea what’s in it. No one
Slightly more composed, Lockhart
started to magic his trunks and boxes into the office. He proceeded to stuff
the pictures from one of the walls into one box. His photographic selves were
looking rather perplexed as they were tossed in every which way; they all
protested at the way they were being manhandled. Some even left their frames to
join other frames that were still on the wall.
“Now behave. You know this is for
the best. As soon as we get out of here and someplace safe you’ll all come back
out again. You’ll see, everything will be just like it was.”
He put all his awards and letters
into another box. “What can I do? I can’t let them know that my life is a lie.
Oh look, my first Most Charming Smile
award, what a day that was.” Lockhart spent a few minutes admiring his awards
before recalling what he had been doing. “I’ll be laughed at everywhere I go.
Better to sneak out with my dignity attached when no one else is around then
let them discover what I really am.”
Lockhart started to pull robes,
hats, and cloaks out of the wardrobe and shove them into one of the trunks, all
the while keeping up a nervous running commentary with himself.
“When I took this position I didn’t
think there would be real work involved.
Dumbledore said I would just have to teach them about the Dark Arts, not
actually do anything. I think that Professor Snape might have guessed
already, but I can’t be worried about that.
“Oh, my poor robes. Well, I don’t
have time now to fold you properly. It’s a good thing I know some de-wrinkling
charms. I’m going to need them when I go to unpack.”
When he had all the robes packed he
turned and picked up the few books that were sitting on the desk, looking for
something to pack them in. He fondly caressed the covers before packing them.
“Why would anyone in their right
mind want to spend a year with a Yeti? If anyone really knew what they were
like they would know that I hadn’t done that. They are not the type of creature
that I would spend any time with. And to travel with a troll? You have to be
joking. They smell and they aren’t at all friendly. But if it will sell my
books I will go on pretending that it was indeed me who did those
“Yes, it would be best if I just
nipped out while the rest are all involved with securing the castle and
preparing the students for departure.”
By this time the second trunk was
full of books haphazardly tossed in. Some were so mangled that they would never
sit flat or stand neatly again, but Lockhart didn’t seem to notice or care. He
was too involved with packing and talking to himself to notice the growing
darkness outside. The candles in the wall sconces lit automatically; he didn’t
He started to gather up papers and
quills off his desk and dropped them into a bag conjured out of thin air.
Nothing seemed to want to fit though and he was becoming paroxysmal.
“Why isn’t everything going in
nicely? It all fit last September when I brought it here. Why can’t it fit now?
Ah, students’ papers. Yes, well, I’ll – I’ll just – just leave them here on the
file cabinet so that someone will be sure to find them to hand back. Can’t have
the students not know what grade they got. Such a shame that they don’t mean
“The school will
probably close and they won’t even need to know whether they made it though the
year and on to the next one. Such a shame too. Some of the students were really
bright. So sorry to see one of my best students petrified, but some things just
can’t be helped. I’m sure the Mandrake Restorative Draught will be ready before
long and those unfortunate few will be returned to normal and sent home just
like everyone else.”
By now all the walls
were bare and only a few fade marks indicated that anything had been hanging
there. Lockhart set to work tidying and dusting so that everything would be
just as he found it.
“Even if my life has
been a lie, no one need know of it. I can take my books and smile and awards
and go start somewhere new. The South of Spain might be nice, it is warm there.
Hardly any snow, or so I hear. I’m sure there will be fans there and if not, it
won’t take me long to build up a new group of followers.
“Anyone that might have
an idea of what went on here… I can just modify their memory. I’m quite good at
that. They’ll never remember that they even heard anything to blemish my good
Lockhart had everything
packed into the trunks and was closing the last one. When he had finally
managed that he started to drag it across the room to the door so that it would
be ready to go. He then hurried over to get the box of pictures when a knock at
the door startled him so that he almost dropped the box.
Who on earth could
that be? He thought. Surely the other teachers didn’t really think I was
coming back here to prepare? What a preposterous idea! No, I bet its just
Peeves trying to cause trouble. Well, we’ll just have a look see, shall
Crossing to the door and
opening it just enough to see who was outside, Lockhart was surprised to see
Harry and Ron standing in the hall. Just what I don’t need, two very
enamored fans wanting to know if they can help. The stories of these two are
quite something though.
“Oh –Mr. Potter. –Mr.
Weasley –I’m rather busy at the moment
– if you would be quick—”
Author’s Note: Thank
you to Lady
Narcissa for your betaing, and all the suggestions you made to help it flow
better. Also thank you to Sammy Weasley for your unofficial betaing. Luv you