A/N. Ok, so I don't really like this chapter very much, but I needed something on Lockhart, so this is what you get. I'm so sorry about how horrible and short it is.
Lovely Lockhart
You'd think I'd have twigged about Lockhart when he was constantly giving Harry publicity advice, convinced he was trying to make himself more famous. Or when he lost control of the Cornish Pixies. But I was a silly little girl.
Ok, this is kind of stupid, but I partially blame myself for what happened to Harry, Ginny and Lockhart. If I hadn't been so smitten with him, maybe I would have seen that he was a fraud. Instead, Harry lost the bones in his arm, Ginny was almost dead by the time she was found, and Gilderoy now lives permanently in St Mungo's with no idea who he is.
So, that's a short, depressing little chapter, but I had to get it off my chest. Maybe now I can cross that off my list of regular nightmares - what would have happened if everything was left to Lockhart.
A/N. I am so sorry about how horrible this is. I promise they get better after this! NG.