Magical… Who? My Life After
Part Two
By TheMischiefMakers
A/N: Well, here it is. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as we enjoyed writing it. Lockhart is not ours, he belongs to himself. *grins* All characters belong to J.K. Rowling, except for Dudley the Amazing Talking Ivy Plant. He belongs to us. If you like and want to see Dudley's first appearance it's in our fic Ron's Moment with……Lockhart? Enjoy!
~CHAPTER ONE~
It's insane really. Not knowing who I am and who I was before whatever happened… well happened. I remember pieces of things but I am unable to piece them together in any kind of coherent pattern. Memories of flashing lights and large snakeskins are not very helpful to someone trying to remember who they are. The strangely dressed people here keep telling me that my name's Gilderoy Lockhart but the name means nothing to me at all. Nor does the face staring back at me from the mirror look familiar. It is the face of someone I've never seen before in my life.
"Gilderoy Lockhart," I try the mane on my tongue but it just doesn't seem right and what's more, it's the stupidest name I've ever heard.
Nothing about these people around me or this place is either. This place is called "Hogwarts" and it is apparently a school for witches and wizards. I'm not too sure whether I believe the strange people or not. In fact I'm not even sure that I believe in magic. I've tried to talk to my best friend Dudley about it by he hadn't been in a very talkative mood lately. I'm not sure why but lately his been sitting quietly and spends a great deal of time staring out our window.
Anyway, they tell me that I am a wizard but again I'm not sure if I can trust them or not. Maybe we are all locked up in some insane asylum somewhere, although if that's true the n this is the most unusual one I've ever heard of. There are no bars, no gates and no doctors in little white coats. There are also no padded cells, though I sometimes think that some people around here could benefit from time in one.
This place is completely and totally mental. I mean really, adults walking about in black robes and pointed hats, carrying wands. I mean it's totally ludicrous and Dudley agrees with me. The worst part about it though is they run about in this manner in broad daylight and in front of everyone. This has bothered me ever since I woke up and found myself in that strange underground passage with that red haired boy of about 14. Before that I can remember nothing about my life I can't even remember how I got there in the first place nor why I was dressed the way I was or what we were even doing down there. I've tried and tried to remember what it was we were supposed to be doing but though I gave myself a headache, I still can't remember the reason.
"Ron" tried to explain it to me but it made no sense probably because I had no earthly idea of what he was talking about. The names he used were foreign to me. I have no idea who "Ginny", "Harry" and "Voldemort" are and I still don't understand his reference to a "Chamber of Secrets". What's more confusing to me was the look of astonishment "Ron" gave me when I said I had no clear idea of who "Harry Potter" was. It was almost the reaction you would get if you failed to recognize someone famous like Queen Elizabeth or someone like that. I made me wonder whether this "Harry Potter" was famous and what he had done to become famous. I'm not sure I've ever meet a famous person before, let alone been in the same room with one. I hope this "Harry Potter"comes to visit me. Then I could ask him how he got famous. Hey, maybe I could learn a few pointers and become famous too. Wouldn't that be grand?
~CHAPTER TWO~
I'm not even sure why I'm trying to write this. I guess I've got a writing bug or something, which is very odd. Dudley says that writing my thoughts down would be very good for me. My memory still hasn't seen fit to return and mores the pity. If I could remember some small thing it might help me make sense of all this madness. It would also help if I knew the people that speak to me. They tell me their names and I remember them, sometimes, but they don't mean anything to me. They are just a group of strange people.
I do know and regularly remember one of their names Albus Dumbledore, he's the old man with the moon shaped glasses. But, I have to admit that I don't really believe that it's his real name, I mean it is a rather stupid name and Dudley, again, isn't being very helpful in supplying information. I'm sure he knows loads more then he's telling me when we talk but I guess even plants don't tell all they know, just like people don't tell all they know either. Hmmmmm, that's interesting. Hey! Dudley! I think there may be another similarity between plants and people…..
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Sorry, Dudley and I were talking about that revelation above. We talked for a long time but of course, Dudley didn't tell me if my idea was on target or not. Guess plants are very secretive. Hey! That's just like people too. Dudley…..!
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Sorry again. We were talking and still Dudley is refusing to enlighten me. Maybe he's mad. I've heard that there are plants that have feelings and some that get mad too, perhaps Dudley is one of those kinds of plants. People can get mad too. Hey! Dudley!!!!!!!
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Dudley told me to go away and leave him alone. I…..I….can't write anymore today…..Sorry.
~CHAPTER THREE~
Oh Dudley. What did I do? Why do you hate me all of a sudden? I'm not sure that I can continue this. I tried to talk to Dudley today, as I have been trying to for the past three days, and he told me to set him in his favorite spot and to leave him alone and not to talk to him again. I sit here and try to write but I find my gaze wandering to Dudley, who is sitting on the windowsill on the other side of the room. He's just been sitting there, looking out of the barred windows. When the sun comes through the window the shadows cast by Dudley and the bars makes it appear like he is in prison. It saddens me, but what saddens me more is that our friendship that was so strong and true has, I think come to an end.
~CHAPTER FOUR~
Dudley still refuses to talk to me. I'm too depressed to write more.
~CHAPTER FIVE~
No change.
~CHAPTER SIX~
I can't take it any more! Dudley! I'm sorry for whatever it was that I did!
~CHAPTER SEVEN~
A Great Day Has Dawned! Dudley had begun to speak to me again. He accepted my apology and apologized in return for ignoring me. He said he had some issues to think about, whatever that means. Well, we talked and even though he has not been able to shed any light on my past I think Dudley was happy to have someone to talk to. I was glad too. I have to talk to Dudley now. I'll write more later.
~CHAPTER EIGHT~
Guess what? You know that kid with the scar on his forehead. Huh Dudley? Yes, Harry Potter. He's real. I met him and we're going to talk in a few seconds. Gotta go and get ready. I'm sure I'll have more to write later. This is the sort of stuff people put in books. I'm so excited.
~CHAPTER NINE~
Wow, you'll never believe what I found out. My Dudley has the same name as Harry Potter's cousin. Harry assures me though not to seek out Dudley Dursley, because I would be disappointed by him. Harry Potter said my Dudley is much more pleasant to be around. We talked for a long time then Harry Potter had to go, but he said he would come back soon to visit. He even said he'd bring a picture of his cousin so I might see him for myself. As he left I heard that old man with moon shaped glasses say that Harry Potter was doing the right thing in visiting me. Do I have a connection to this strange kid with a scar and a cousin named Dudley?
~CHAPTER TEN~
Finally after a week, during which I had many interesting and odd visitors, that kid with the scar came back to visit me… What Dudley? Yeah the famous Harry Potter. Anyway he was back and he brought a picture of his cousin Dudley Dursley. It was the strangest picture I'd ever seen. I mean the person in the picture didn't move or anything. People in pictures are supposed to move! Well, anyway Dudley Dursley didn't move. Harry Potter was right I wouldn't have liked his cousin if I'd met him. I could just tell by looking at the picture. At least I think it was a picture of Dudley- all I saw was a huge round face- at least I think it was a face. Anyway I wouldn't like to meet him. He looks like he would rather sit on me then talk to me. I'm very very glad his not here. I'm going to stay here where it's nice and safe… What Dudley? Oh, you'll stay here with me. Well that's awful kind of you. I'm so very glad we're talking again.
~ CHAPTER ELEVEN ~
Joy! I had many visitors today including ones I had never seen before. That strange old man with the moon shaped glasses was here but he brought some friends with him to try… to try… Thank you Dudley! To try and help me get my memory back. And you know what it worked because I remembered one of their names: Severus Snape. I'm not sure why I remembered it. I thought that maybe we were best friends you know before my accident that I still can't remember but that doesn't seem to be the case. He doesn't look like anyone I would want to be friends with. I mean I'm cheerful and it's pretty obvious that he's as sour as they come. So why did I remember his name when my own is unfamiliar to me? I tried asking Dudley but he was of little help since we only met after my memory problems began. Now at last I'm getting somewhere. I f I can remember one name maybe I can remember other things as well. I hope so anyway.
~ CHAPTER TWELVE ~
Sometimes I think I should just change my name and make up a new one. I mean Gilderoy Lockhart's a really stupid name after all and since I can't remember that it is my name I would have no trouble in using a new and different one. I think I'll call myself Lord Voldemort the Great. Dudley what do you think of my new name. Dudley? Dudley… hey Dudley… I don't believe it, he fainted… I didn't know that plants could faint. Amazing!
~ CHAPTER THIRTEEN ~
I tried my new name on several visitors today. It scared them to death. I wonder why it would that. I mean it's just a name right? I tried to ask Dudley about it but he became tight lipped about it saying it was better if I didn't remember why. (I'm not sure how a piece of ivy even one as special as Dudley can be "tight lipped" but he was.) That "Ron" was here and he said that I was…. That I was… Help me here Dudley… oh yeah… he said I was completely nutters. I'm not sure what that means. The old man with the moon glasses was here too and he asked me to stop scaring everyone by say that I was now Lord Voldemort so I said it about twenty more times and he left me alone. When he came back again sometime later he had several strange people with him. They all chanted some mumbo-jumbo and waved their wands around. Then they looked into my eyes and said that I was not… was not… oh what's the word. Thank you Dudley … possessed by the spirit of Voldemort. Then they all left. I had great fun today! I think I really really like my new name!
~ CHAPTER FOURTEEN ~
Has anyone seen Dudley? He went missing some time yesterday after that strange visit we had from those people that the old guy brought. I thought that Dudley went to hide like he does when anything strange happens around here. (Dudley hates strangeness and I don't blame him for it.) I can't find him. He's not in any of his usual hiding places. I have to stop writing now so that I can better concentrate on searching for Dudley. Oh Dudley…. Where oh where has my poor Dudley gone? Oh where oh where can he be…? You don't suppose he's been plant napped do you? AHAHAHAHA!!!!! Help Dudley's been plant napped! Help me!