Hello to whoever reads this story. If you read The Restricted Section and want more then I will be doing a sequel, but for now this is one I just had to write. It's a little different, as I haven't found any other stories about Gilderoy and Molly so here goes!

Gilderoy Lockhart walked out of the doors of St Mungos, with only a suitcase, a small cardboard box and his wand. That was pretty much all he had left, apart from a few clothes, after nearly all the people who bought his books about his supposed adventures, had wanted their money back. So all his possessions had been sold, as a result, as he had no other assets (he wasn't much of a saver). The news that he might not have been totally honest about his so-called 'heroics'; had beengleefully exposed by the Daily Prophet and it had made him rather unpopular for a while. It had all died down now though and his die-hard fans had still been writing to him while he had been in hospital. He had read and reread the letters many times and thoughtfully sent them all thank you letters in return, together with a signed photograph. One thing he had remembered was that it was always a good idea to keep your fans happy, after all they were the people who made you famous. He had also realised, that fans, where often people you could – if all else failed – borrow money off and could also be useful to vouch for your good character in court, if need be!

Gilderoy wasn't much of a wizard and apart from his looks, the only remarkable thing about him was his ability to con people into thinking he was. He didn't like to think of it as conning, as to him it was more like 'charming' them - into doing or giving him what he wanted. His philosophy was, that, if he gave them pleasure and they were willing to give, why should anyone complain?

He went straight to the Leaky cauldron using the map the hospital had given him and ordered a much needed Fire whisky. He got a curt nod and a brief inquiry into his health, from the barman, who seemed to know him well, thenwent to find a seat. He only had vague memories of this bar, maybe he he'd visited it too little often, or maybe the memories just hadn't returned yet. He did remember the smell though; sort of mix between damp cellars and musty old clothes.

As he sat there he began to think and scheme.. He'd always managed to get a good scam going in the past, sometimes involving people of rather dubious backgrounds.His last one had been brilliant, the best one he'd ever done - until it went pear shaped that is.

Even though most people knew about the books, thankfully, they didn't know the truth about that fateful night when he lost his memory (of which neither did he, fully). That meant he could tell them pretty much anything and make himself out to be a hero if he wanted -but that wasn't much use if hardly anyone believed anything you said anymore. No, what he needed was a legitimate business, something that would make people believe in him again and would help him to regain his good name. Being popular and well thought of was very important to Gilderoy, as it made it easier to scam people. The trouble was, he was nearly totally broke and could hardly afford to buy anything but food at the moment, let alone to set up a business.

At least he'd secured himself a place to live; he'd used his inimitable charm on the female receptionist at the hospital. He'd sent her on some silly errand and while she was gone he had managed to sneak a peak at the medical records. He'd perused them until he'd found a wealthy patient that was likely to own a nice comfortable home and would be staying in for a good while. He'd then also located the patient in the hospital and had spoken to the rather confused old gentleman at length; in order to gethis password, which he'd need, as it was almost impossible to get into a magical home without the correct one and anyway Gilderoy was a con, but he drew the line at breaking and entering (he was too scared of getting caught!)

While sipping his drink, he went through his box again. It contained all the letters that he'd been sent, mostly from ladies of a certain age, telling him things like; they never believed a word the paper said and still had all his books and would always treasure them. Reading the letters made him feel good and he needed an ego boost at the moment. As he worked his way through the box, one letter in particular stood out from the rest, it was from someone called Molly Weasley. Molly sounded particularly keen and seemed to have a special interest in his magical pest control methods and said that she had always used his books to get rid of them in her own home.

"Hmm, pest control...pest control" He thought, "Yes! Maybe I could set up a pest control business and get her to help me! She sounds like the 'Salt of the earth' type and she mentions that her husband works for The Ministry, so he must be worth a bob or two; perfect! Of course, I'll have to sweet talk her into putting up the capital we need - yes I'll really have to turn on the old charm for that!"

Gilderoy, of course hadn't remembered that Weasley had been the second name of one of his students at Hogwarts, his memory was still unfortunately a little full of holes.

He drained his glass and left The Leaky Cauldron, waiting until someone else had left first so he could gain access to Diagon Alley, as he couldn't remember the sequence for the bricks.

He wandered along the street with the hood of his cloak pulled low over his face, so that hopefully no one would recognise him, as he didn't want to draw attention to himself too much just yet. He made it appear he was just window shopping, when in reality the cogs were whirring away in his devious little mind. He felt that to get Molly interested he needed to be the Lockhart she remembered and not the rather pathetic one he was now. Yes he'd have to do something about his rather disheveled appearance. Hewould alsoflatter her and make her feel special by saying things like – 'I could of chosen any number of people but went for you' and that sort of thing. He had to make her an offer that she just couldn't refuse.

"Yes!" he said rubbing his hands together excitedly. "All I need to do is send out the hook and then reel her in.. I just hope she takes the bait!"