Disclaimer: The characters and settings belong to JKR; I'm just babysitting
them for the time being.
AN: This is just a little fic on what I think happened to one of our most disliked characters of all. Hope you enjoy!
"A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes"
"Why, aren't you up bright and early today!" exclaimed the day nurse as she bustled in pompously with her arms full of bedclothes. The blond man looked at her, fixing his blank, glazed stare on her active and slightly obese frame, which was currently laboring at opening the stubborn closet door.
Current. That was all he could ever remember. He wanted to know what had happened before Current, though. He turned his concentration back to the carpeted floor. Nurse, having finally replaced the bed linens in the storage closet, tiptoed out of the room so as not to disturb him. He heard the lock click.
He knew about locks. He had once had a dream where a person undid a lock without the key! The person had used a wooden stick to do it. He had just had another one of those funny dreams with the people who held wooden sticks last night. He knew that these dreams must have something to do with his life before Current, but there seemed to be some mental block against them within his brain. Nothing came in, but everything went out.
Sometimes at night, he got scared. That was when the night nurse would turn the lights out. He had finally gotten her to turn on the tiny light in the toilet room. That light reminded him of a dark tunnel he thought he had ridden before Current, and the light that had appeared at the end of it. He had never liked tunnels, and this one he had not gotten into on his own accord. He had been pushed in by a red haired boy. He had turned these thoughts upside down and even at a forty-five degree angle, but still no flash of recognition trickled into his mind.
One time, when he had sat for a long time with his head against the barred window, he thought he saw a glimpse of a tree covered in bandages, or a book written by him. But that was absurd! He couldn't write. But Nurse could, and she recorded every dream or memory, as she called it, that he recounted for her.
That was the problem though. He had had many dreams, but most of them were hazy, like his vision, and faded away before he could grasp it firmly. He had once told her that he remembered reading a book that said, "Grasp it firmly by the tail." He could distinctly see that written on the page, and that is why it stood out to him. A memory from before Current that he recognized. except for one little problem. he didn't know what "it" was. Mystifying as it all was, he didn't have time to broad on it.
"Your lunch tray is ready," came Nurse's voice from the hallway as she fumbled with the lock and balanced the food on her knee. No magic was allowed near the patients in this wing of the asylum. "Eat up," she told him kindly and firmly. "It's mashed potatoes and pork today, Gilderoy."
He turned to pick up the fork. "Thank you," he whispered.
AN: The title comes from a song in Disney's "Cinderella." Second, I would like to thank all the people who read this for me before it was posted. Thanks!
Then, just for those who did not get this, my story is about Gilderoy Lockhart after his Memory Charm backfires. He is in the insane ward of St. Mungo's trying to remember his "previous" life.
Reviews are nice! :-)
AN: This is just a little fic on what I think happened to one of our most disliked characters of all. Hope you enjoy!
"A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes"
"Why, aren't you up bright and early today!" exclaimed the day nurse as she bustled in pompously with her arms full of bedclothes. The blond man looked at her, fixing his blank, glazed stare on her active and slightly obese frame, which was currently laboring at opening the stubborn closet door.
Current. That was all he could ever remember. He wanted to know what had happened before Current, though. He turned his concentration back to the carpeted floor. Nurse, having finally replaced the bed linens in the storage closet, tiptoed out of the room so as not to disturb him. He heard the lock click.
He knew about locks. He had once had a dream where a person undid a lock without the key! The person had used a wooden stick to do it. He had just had another one of those funny dreams with the people who held wooden sticks last night. He knew that these dreams must have something to do with his life before Current, but there seemed to be some mental block against them within his brain. Nothing came in, but everything went out.
Sometimes at night, he got scared. That was when the night nurse would turn the lights out. He had finally gotten her to turn on the tiny light in the toilet room. That light reminded him of a dark tunnel he thought he had ridden before Current, and the light that had appeared at the end of it. He had never liked tunnels, and this one he had not gotten into on his own accord. He had been pushed in by a red haired boy. He had turned these thoughts upside down and even at a forty-five degree angle, but still no flash of recognition trickled into his mind.
One time, when he had sat for a long time with his head against the barred window, he thought he saw a glimpse of a tree covered in bandages, or a book written by him. But that was absurd! He couldn't write. But Nurse could, and she recorded every dream or memory, as she called it, that he recounted for her.
That was the problem though. He had had many dreams, but most of them were hazy, like his vision, and faded away before he could grasp it firmly. He had once told her that he remembered reading a book that said, "Grasp it firmly by the tail." He could distinctly see that written on the page, and that is why it stood out to him. A memory from before Current that he recognized. except for one little problem. he didn't know what "it" was. Mystifying as it all was, he didn't have time to broad on it.
"Your lunch tray is ready," came Nurse's voice from the hallway as she fumbled with the lock and balanced the food on her knee. No magic was allowed near the patients in this wing of the asylum. "Eat up," she told him kindly and firmly. "It's mashed potatoes and pork today, Gilderoy."
He turned to pick up the fork. "Thank you," he whispered.
AN: The title comes from a song in Disney's "Cinderella." Second, I would like to thank all the people who read this for me before it was posted. Thanks!
Then, just for those who did not get this, my story is about Gilderoy Lockhart after his Memory Charm backfires. He is in the insane ward of St. Mungo's trying to remember his "previous" life.
Reviews are nice! :-)