Harry Potter and the Baby

Chapter Seven

Disguising Interloper

Harry blinked in astonishment at everyone assembled in the Great Hall. It was his birthday. He looked around, seeing like almost everyone from Gryffindor, a few Hufflepuff's and one or two Ravenclaw's. All of the Weasley's, but Percy and Mr. Weasley were there. Hermione too, was there.

Placing Alexandria down she squealed and started crawling on her hands and knees towards the swarms of people. Everyone broke into cheers and happy wishes loud enough for Hogsmade to hear. Harry was engulfed with pats on the back and hugs. A few of the Fifth Year's and some Fourth and Sixth Year's kissed him, making him blush. Sniggering followed these motions.

Finally everyone broke apart and started talking to others while eating and drinking. Ron and Hermione came to him as he picked Alex up. He noticed that everyone was sneaking peaks at him and Alex. Ron gave him a bemused look while Hermione's heart just melted at the sight of Alex. Harry grinned at this.

He listened as Ron finally started talking, but about Quidditch. Hermione took Alex from his arms.

"Aww… hewo cutie pie! 'Ow are yew? Hem? Hem? Hewo!" Hermione cooed at the baby.

"…Lost to the States… Its horribly embarrassing the team. I swear…" Ron was saying, ignoring Hermione. Harry sighed mentally, blocking out everyone. I wonder when they're going to notice that I'm not talking to them.

Oh well, might as well walk away slowly. Harry thought. He looked at Alex and saw her looking at him with a face plainly saying Help me! Harry snorted but gave her reaching hands a slight squeeze. She gave him a pouting face but left him alone as he slowly made his hurried departure. He walked around the room, mingling, as they said, with the guests.

He was walking past when he saw Ginny and Colin Creevy talking together, closer than normal friends talked together. His hand was on her waist and their heads were bent closer together. Anger fuelled through him. And something else, though what, he didn't know. Something that he couldn't place his finger; couldn't recognise.

He turned his head away. Where did that feeling hail from? Why had he felt that kind of emotion? Questions buzzed throughout his mind as he went towards an old Professor. When he looked up and saw the million watts smile his face turned from one of peeved to one of horror.

The intruder grabbed him into a death-grip hug. Shouting out in alarm he drawled attention towards he and the old teacher. Everyone faced them. Students who had had him looked at him in horror that would have been hilarious to any other person except them.

"Oh no not HIM!" screamed and shouted many students so loud that it echoed. Yes it was indeed Ex-Professor Gilderoy Lockhart. He did not notice the angered glares everyone had on. Harry groaned inwardly, not liking this scene at all.

"Hello, hello, hello! Harry Potter, what a nice surprise. I've been in the neighbour hood and stopped by and saw this party and thought it was to celebrate my remembering again. I'm shocked your at—" Lockhart was going on and on about himself. Harry rudely and roughly shoved him away from himself.

Lockhart looked surprised, just like everyone else in the room. Harry started to glow.

"You are an intruder! You aren't Gilderoy Lockhart. Un-disguise yourself Death Eater! Or I shall kill you!" Harry shouted, drawing his sword and pointing the end at the now, glaring coldly, Gilderoy Lockhart. He grinned up at Harry on the ground where he sat. He whipped out his wand.

"Your correct. I am not Lockhart, and yes I'm a Death Eater. But you are mistaken about who's killing who. It is not you who shall not kill me. It is I who shall kill you!

"Avada Kedavra!" Shouted the Death Eater still in disguise. Not one moved. As one gasped as the spell flew out of the wand and flew through the air and hit Harry in the chest… And screamed as the Death Eater ran out the Great Hall as Harry fell to the floor, motionless…