Couldn't miss Lockhart out now could I? This takes place during his book signing at Flourish and Blotts. – Hippie Jade

p.s. Bob says hi!

Who's The Daddy?

"Where are we now?" Kate asked looking around in wonder, Rose shrugged and Sundus hiccupped dizzily.

"Introducing Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart!" a throng of women nearby started to cheer and clap. Rose and Kate looked at each other with such evil grins it would make your eyes water.

They spotted the photographer just behind them so without haste Kate ran up the stairs and Rose pushed her way through the crowd. One flash, two flash, Lockhart suddenly looked up, his eyes fixed on the crowd, "It can't be-"

"Daddy! You recognised me!" Rose screamed in a childish high pitched voice and flung herself at him, attaching her arms around his waist.

Lockhart jumped and tried to prise her off without luck, Rose continued and Kate appeared on the balcony above them.

"Daddy! I'm so glad to see you! Mommy's so ill without you, and she said you didn't care about us and that's why you never write! But I knew you never really wanted to run off with Paul!"

Lockhart stared at her in horror, the crowd gaped open mouthed at him, even the photographer lowered his camera in shock. In fact the only people who weren't gaping were Kate, who had a fishing rod in her hand and was biting her lip in concentration.

Sundus who was still on the floor hiccupping madly in-between giggling and Harry Potter who had stuffed his hand in mouth to stop himself laughing out loud.

Lockhart finally prised Rose of, "I've never seen you before in my life! Get away from me!" Rose's lip trembled then she threw back her head and began to cry loudly, she fell onto the floor still crying as loudly as her lungs could cope with.

Kate lowered the fishing rod down just as the crowd began to all talk at once angrily, the hook found its goal and with a quick lunge upwards, Gilderoy Lockhart was standing there bold, his wig hoisted high above him.

Harry, the Weaslys and several others who could not contain it any longer burst out laughing, bent double.

Nobody ever did see Lockhart's long-lost daughter and her friends again, though one smelly hobo, who liked cheese, swore he saw three figures disappear on a huge motorbike, but only his pet carrot ever believed him.