Gilderoy Lockhart, the lovely nurse that often came into his room kept telling him that that was his name just before waving her magic stick over his head and leave.
What a strange name, he thought as he laid in his bed. A smile then plastered itself on his face. "I have a name!" he beamed as he jumped off the bed and rushed to the window.
He tried to open it, and when he found himself unable to he began pounding at the glass. HE had a name! He had to tell the world. "My name is Gilderoy Lockhart!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, he needed people to remember his name; after all, he wasn't able to.