Chapter Three
Disclaimer: I don't own or claim to own the Harry Potter characters or any of J.K. Rowling's work. However I do claim this piece of Fan Fiction, "The Misadventures of Gilderoy Lockhart," as my own ideas and work.
~*~
I stand outside the Great Hall, waiting for the first-years. I hear them approach. They're talking amongst themselves, obviously not aware that I'm just around the corner.
"No wonder the Hufflepuffs are all loony, they've been hanging around him too long," Potter says.
"He gives all of them a bad name!"Julia cries.
"Be quiet," Evans says. "He's obviously too dense to figure out he's the one we're having troubles with, so we can use that to our advantage! We'll trick him into getting himself!"
Wow. This is the first time I've ever seen Slytherins and Gryffindors agree. It's so nice to know I've brought unity to two troublesome houses. Another job well performed by Gilderoy Lockhart!
"Hello," I say, and the first years jump.
"Hi, "Evans says. "Listen, we don't have much time, so let's get this straight. You'll help us put this guy back into place?"
"Yes," I beam. "What do you need me to do?"
Potter, Snape, and Davids exchange worried glances. Evans, however, seems to have already come up with an idea of her own.
"We need you to get and item the empty storage room on the fourth floor," Evans tells me.
"Oh yeah!" Snape says.
"In the very back of the storage room, to the left," Evans whispers, as if she doesn't want any passerby to hear,"There's something very, very secret there. Wait-" she stops and turns around, "I don't know if we can trust him, guys. What do you think?"
Potter and the Ravenclaw seem completely lost. Snape, however, says:
"I think we can. There's a very, very secret item there. We need you to get it for us, since it's probably protected by all sorts of spells and enchantments that we, as first years, haven't even learned yet!"
"I'm touched,"I say, blushing. "Of course I will. What does it look like? And once I get it, how will I get it to you?"
Evans says, "Don't worry about that. But the item is a mirror. A very large, old mirror."
I look confused for a second, and I see Evans' smile falter. But then I say, brightly:
"Ah yes! I see! You don't have to tell me why you need the mirror, I understand completely if you don't want to divulge your plans...but I'll do it, if it will help poor little first years. Yes, I'll do it. Goodbye now!" I wave as they hurry away, giggling and chatting amongst themselves.
I'm lucky they're so ignorant.
~*~
It's now ten to midnight. I'm wandering the halls, looking for the deserted storage room. I run into the Bloody Baron several times, but otherwise don't run into any teachers.
Finally, I see the door, open slightly for my convenience. I run to it and slide it open easily.
Inside, I immediately regret that I didn't bring my wand, for the room is pitch black and smothered in dust. But then a torch flares up next to me, and I see the room is filled with textbooks, furniture, and other magical items I don't recognize.
Squinting, I can barely make out a tall object in the back left corner. I move cautiously towards it, stumbling over a spare desk on the way. Finally, I'm right next to the mirror- but it's facing the wall. I drag it so it faces me, all the time wondering how I'll ever get it out- I'll have to go back to the dormitory for my wand, at the very least.
It's a tall and handsome mirror, but it's faded and covered in dust. At the top I see inscribed writing: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. Funny language, I think to myself. Probably Spanish. Then my eyes travel downwards so that I see my reflection, and I let out a gasp.
It's me! Marvelous, marvelous me!
It's me, only my hair is shinier and curlier, I have piles of Galleons around me, the entire world is in the background, screaming, "Gilderoy! We adore you!"
I sigh and plop down in front of the mirror.
I watch myself sign autographs for my millions of fans, then set out to count my Galleons and practice my impeccable smile with - gasp!- teeth that are even whiter than mine are now!
You have to go back, a voice inside my brain tells me. But no, I reply, I can't tear myself away from marvelous, marvelous me...
~*~
Epilogue
Nobody noticed when Gilderoy Lockhart didn't show up at breakfast the next morning.
In fact, nobody noticed at all until he didn't come down for the fifth week in a row- or until he had missed so many classes that he would have to be held back for another second year. The teachers had assumed he was cutting class to practice his signature, but they only began to get worried after he had been gone over a month.
Argus Filch had found him plastered to the Mirror of Erised when he went to get copies of "The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Six"out of the storage room. Lockhart had been trying to hug his reflection while crying, "Yes! Yes! I know! I'm so wonderfully wonderful!"
When he and the mirror were finally separated, Gilderoy's brain proved to be quite addled and he spent a week in the hospital wing recovering.
The Mirror of Erised was then moved to a safer, more secure Gilderoy Lockhart-proof home.
Gilderoy Lockhart's ego, however, had not deflated a bit.
A/N: Hey, thanks for reading! Let me know if my writing's any good and review, please! Constructive critizisim is always welcome.
Disclaimer: I don't own or claim to own the Harry Potter characters or any of J.K. Rowling's work. However I do claim this piece of Fan Fiction, "The Misadventures of Gilderoy Lockhart," as my own ideas and work.
~*~
I stand outside the Great Hall, waiting for the first-years. I hear them approach. They're talking amongst themselves, obviously not aware that I'm just around the corner.
"No wonder the Hufflepuffs are all loony, they've been hanging around him too long," Potter says.
"He gives all of them a bad name!"Julia cries.
"Be quiet," Evans says. "He's obviously too dense to figure out he's the one we're having troubles with, so we can use that to our advantage! We'll trick him into getting himself!"
Wow. This is the first time I've ever seen Slytherins and Gryffindors agree. It's so nice to know I've brought unity to two troublesome houses. Another job well performed by Gilderoy Lockhart!
"Hello," I say, and the first years jump.
"Hi, "Evans says. "Listen, we don't have much time, so let's get this straight. You'll help us put this guy back into place?"
"Yes," I beam. "What do you need me to do?"
Potter, Snape, and Davids exchange worried glances. Evans, however, seems to have already come up with an idea of her own.
"We need you to get and item the empty storage room on the fourth floor," Evans tells me.
"Oh yeah!" Snape says.
"In the very back of the storage room, to the left," Evans whispers, as if she doesn't want any passerby to hear,"There's something very, very secret there. Wait-" she stops and turns around, "I don't know if we can trust him, guys. What do you think?"
Potter and the Ravenclaw seem completely lost. Snape, however, says:
"I think we can. There's a very, very secret item there. We need you to get it for us, since it's probably protected by all sorts of spells and enchantments that we, as first years, haven't even learned yet!"
"I'm touched,"I say, blushing. "Of course I will. What does it look like? And once I get it, how will I get it to you?"
Evans says, "Don't worry about that. But the item is a mirror. A very large, old mirror."
I look confused for a second, and I see Evans' smile falter. But then I say, brightly:
"Ah yes! I see! You don't have to tell me why you need the mirror, I understand completely if you don't want to divulge your plans...but I'll do it, if it will help poor little first years. Yes, I'll do it. Goodbye now!" I wave as they hurry away, giggling and chatting amongst themselves.
I'm lucky they're so ignorant.
~*~
It's now ten to midnight. I'm wandering the halls, looking for the deserted storage room. I run into the Bloody Baron several times, but otherwise don't run into any teachers.
Finally, I see the door, open slightly for my convenience. I run to it and slide it open easily.
Inside, I immediately regret that I didn't bring my wand, for the room is pitch black and smothered in dust. But then a torch flares up next to me, and I see the room is filled with textbooks, furniture, and other magical items I don't recognize.
Squinting, I can barely make out a tall object in the back left corner. I move cautiously towards it, stumbling over a spare desk on the way. Finally, I'm right next to the mirror- but it's facing the wall. I drag it so it faces me, all the time wondering how I'll ever get it out- I'll have to go back to the dormitory for my wand, at the very least.
It's a tall and handsome mirror, but it's faded and covered in dust. At the top I see inscribed writing: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. Funny language, I think to myself. Probably Spanish. Then my eyes travel downwards so that I see my reflection, and I let out a gasp.
It's me! Marvelous, marvelous me!
It's me, only my hair is shinier and curlier, I have piles of Galleons around me, the entire world is in the background, screaming, "Gilderoy! We adore you!"
I sigh and plop down in front of the mirror.
I watch myself sign autographs for my millions of fans, then set out to count my Galleons and practice my impeccable smile with - gasp!- teeth that are even whiter than mine are now!
You have to go back, a voice inside my brain tells me. But no, I reply, I can't tear myself away from marvelous, marvelous me...
~*~
Epilogue
Nobody noticed when Gilderoy Lockhart didn't show up at breakfast the next morning.
In fact, nobody noticed at all until he didn't come down for the fifth week in a row- or until he had missed so many classes that he would have to be held back for another second year. The teachers had assumed he was cutting class to practice his signature, but they only began to get worried after he had been gone over a month.
Argus Filch had found him plastered to the Mirror of Erised when he went to get copies of "The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Six"out of the storage room. Lockhart had been trying to hug his reflection while crying, "Yes! Yes! I know! I'm so wonderfully wonderful!"
When he and the mirror were finally separated, Gilderoy's brain proved to be quite addled and he spent a week in the hospital wing recovering.
The Mirror of Erised was then moved to a safer, more secure Gilderoy Lockhart-proof home.
Gilderoy Lockhart's ego, however, had not deflated a bit.
A/N: Hey, thanks for reading! Let me know if my writing's any good and review, please! Constructive critizisim is always welcome.
