Wanderings with Werewolves

By Gilderoy Lockhart

Chapter Three

It's easy to say that it was discouraging, traveling for weeks, wandering through the forests, only meeting dead ends. It was very disheartening as even my travel guide was losing faith that we would ever find an end to these attacks.

Then, we found a true lead…

A land of farming had been losing sheep to some monstrous animal. It's true that some are so affected by the curse of the werewolf, that they indeed, take on the habits of the wolf even in their human form, which means a thirst for blood and the hunt…

I decided that if there was to be an end, I would have to stay there and wait for the creature to show it's face. Unfortunately, it was nearing the full moon. It was obvious in my companion's complexion that his health was waning as the time grew closer. I, Gilderoy Lockhart, would have to put a stop to this terrible disaster, and somehow help the poor, dear boy that I promised to.

That night was very cold and dark, as the stars shone an eerie shadow over the country side. And I waited, silently, like a cat waiting to pounce in the dark… Waiting for the unknown.

Soon, I wouldn't have to wait any longer, as the figure approached the fence, moving quickly and quietly through the yard.

It reminded me of a good smooth broom rider, as I had been in my school days. I had played as seeker on my house team. There is a brilliant feeling of anticipation before you walk out onto the Quidditch field, ready for the game. Of course, Professional Quidditch players would never be able to compare the dangers of a mere game to this brutal work here.

I drew out my wand from within my robe, and crept forward, waiting for the moment wince I would strike to capture the monster…

Yet, my colleague had another idea, as he leapt from behind a haystack in which he had been concealed and the two werewolves met each other in battle. It was a horrible sight and the sounds of their fight were loud and painful. It was too late for me to interfere, for my friend had slain the other werewolf, and had been badly injured. Conjuring what I could to help him, I wrapped up his wounds and decided that the work here was finished.

I, Gilderoy Lockhart, had to return to the original town now, recuperate and help the terrors that had inflicted them.

And return I did, but it was not an easy journey. The werewolf had conflicted some major damages to Jerome and his health was deteriorating. The doctors in the area refused to treat him being that he was a werewolf. I did what I could to make him comfortable, but with all of my abilities, I still wasn't a trained healer. His death two days later still surprised me. He had become a good friend to me and had changed my perspective on those inflicted with the curse of the full moon. I buried his body along the country side that he had so liked. His death still haunts me in my dreams, for if I had just acted one second quicker, I may have been able to prevent it.

As it was, there was no turning back. I had a promise to keep, and though I was still mourning my friend, I carried on, knowing that it was only a matter of time before the moon became full; And I had to be sure that I could help as much as I could.

I know, I know what you must be thinking; How could Gilderoy Lockhart be such a thoughtful person? It's always been in my nature to be an altruist, and helping others has always been close to my heart.

Besides, who else beside Gilderoy Lockhart would be able to rid the world of evil?