Lockhart's Humiliation
Mannd1068
Don't own either HP or GW much to my sorrow.
Lockhart grinned in delight as he hid behind one of his large paintings scattered through out the classroom that just happened to be painted in the same color robes as the ones he was wearing. Today was the day he was going to reenact with Harry, his 'volunteer,' his 'defeat' of the WagaWaga Werewolf. The class trooped in, Ron and Harry purposefully stuck to the back of the room, Harry stacking all of his books in front of him so he wouldn't have to look at the idiot. Hermione joined Lavender and Parvati at the front to drool over the man. Harry shook his head in disgust, he was not volunteering today or Lockhart was going to be very sorry.
The bell rang, and everyone looked around, Harry with increasing nervousness, until Lockhart swept out and posed. The painting mimicked his pose, the girls, predictably, 'ohhed,' while the boys, just as predictably snorted with disgust.
Lockhart held the pose for another minute before moving to the front of the class, the cape on his robe making a dramatic wave. He hadn't quite figured out how to get it to billow like Severus, but he was getting closer. He posed again, his smile wide showing every one of his white teeth and with a flourish called class roll. Harry mumbled a 'present' when his name was called.
"Today we are going over the chapter about the WagaWaga Werewolf, where I fought him and turned him back to human," he said grinning then looked across at the adoring girls and disgusted boys, "I need a volunteer," Harry nearly slid out of his seat and onto the floor to avoid Lockhart's gaze, "ah Potter, good of you to volunteer," he said and Harry slipped fully to the floor falling with a muffled thud, ignoring the Hufflepuffs' giggling.
Harry glared up at Ron, who was working very hard to keep a straight face, and slowly crept out from under the desk and stood, "umm Professor, I think it might be a good idea to have someone else volunteer, seeing as I didn't." He said moving around the desk to sit back down.
"Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry," Harry gritted his teeth at the man's supposed charm, "now no need to be modest..."
"But you told me that fame isn't everything, and fame is as fame does," Harry said glaring at the man.
"My boy," Lockhart began, then froze as Harry finally achieved Heero's really pissed off glare, he even backed up a few steps causing Harry to lose the glare in surprise and Lockhart to relax (a bit).
"I am not 'your boy,'" Harry said, growling as Duo would, ignoring Hermione's scandalized look, "I am not 'your' anything."
Lockhart swallowed nervously, and looked over the classroom of Yellow and Red to see the students gaping between him and Harry, "well, Potter, then," he said relaxing when Harry gave a terse nod. "Thank you for volunteering."
"I didn't volunteer, Professor," Harry repeated slipping in his seat, he looked at Ron and had to swallow a laugh, Ron's mouth had dropped open in shock.
Lockhart shifted uncomfortably, he had been hoping to humiliate Harry today, the WagaWaga fight was his favorite story. The boy shouldn't be getting more attention then him, HE was the famous one, not Potter, and his smile was better too and his hair... Lockhart pouted internally for a moment before narrowing his eyes, "Mr. Potter," he said and Harry looked around his 'text' books and glared, "I insist that you come up here and pretend to be the WagaWaga werewolf."
"Can I act just like the werewolf really would have?" Harry asked as a 'Duo' plan went through his head.
"Ahhh...," Lockhart thought about what Harry was asking, "no biting or scratching, but yes, you can fight me." He smirked at the thought of the boy attacking him, grappling in his arms and felt… He cleared his throat and looked back at Harry, fighting a flush of anticipation.
"You heard that, right," Harry said making sure that he caught Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus' nods, before standing up, "you are saying that you are going to attack me like you did the WagaWaga Werewolf and I can fight back and no detention?" Harry made sure to clarify Lockhart's request.
The man grinned, his teeth sparkling, "absolutely!" He said, and wondered what he was getting into when Harry double checked with his 'witnesses,' who again nodded. Harry smirked then cleared his expression and moved up to the front of the class.
"Now," Lockhart said, crouching down slightly, his voice dropping as he tried to get the class excited. The girl's leaned forward, the boys rolled their eyes and snorted. "There I was all alone, in a phone booth."
"Why?" Harry asked.
Lockhart straighten up looking puzzled, "why what?"
"Why were you in a phone booth?" Harry asked.
Lockhart blinked, "I was..." he searched his mind for a reason, "giving an interview." He said decisively. Harry looked at him in disbelief, and Lockhart cleared his throat, "so anyway, there I was all alone, when suddenly I was attacked by a werewolf," his voice had dropped again, trying to be mysterious. The girls drew in a gasp; the boys huffed, "now growl, Harry," Harry gave a half-hearted growl, "no lower," Lockhart clarified, and Harry, channeling Quatre when he went Zero, growled lower. Lockhart took a few steps back, then stopped and gave a nervous laugh, "yeah, like that, when I..." he said then rushed Harry tried to come in low to tackle him.
Harry nimbly moved out of his way, Lockhart's fingertips skimming across his back, staggering to a stop a few feet away, and blinked and turned around. Harry stood watching him, and Lockhart cleared his throat and tried again, "I tackled him," Lockhart said and tried to touch Harry again, but Harry easily moved out of Lockhart's reach. "Harry, I'm supposed to tackle you." Lockhart said.
"Why?"
Lockhart blinked, "why what?"
Harry heard Ron choke back a laugh, "why would you tackle a werewolf? Aren't his claws and teeth infected with the virus to change a person into a werewolf, so why would you tackle a werewolf from the front?"
Lockhart smiled at that, "you're right, Harry," he motioned for Harry to turn around, "I forgotten, I did tackle him from behind."
Harry waited for Lockhart to put a hand on him before flipping the man over his shoulder. Lockhart gasped in surprise as all the air whooshed out of his lungs and he laid there for a few moments trying to figure out how he had ended up on the floor, "Professor, are you alright?" Harry asked with mock concern, trying very hard not to snicker.
"Fine..." Lockhart's voice came out in a gasping wheeze and Harry grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet, a small vial rolled out of Lockhart's pocket. Lockhart staggered for a few moments catching his breath, then straightened up and flashed his smile, "now Harry, I am suppose to tackle you."
"You said I could fight back," Harry pointed out.
"Yes, but I at least need to touch you to tackle you," Lockhart said, then flushed as Harry narrowed his eyes, "it's in the book!" he said desperately.
Harry seemed to think the idea over for a moment then nodded, and Lockhart brightened and put his hands around Harry's neck in a choke hold. "I wrestled the werewolf the ground," this time when he went sailing, his arm was also numb. He landed with a bounce and the girls shrieked with dismay.
"Harry," Hermione glared, "what are you doing?"
"Acting like a werewolf," he said pointing at the man who was being pulled to his feet by several girls, "just like he told me too," he glared at her and she glared back.
"No, no, Miss Granger," Lockhart said trying to rub some feeling back in his arm, "Harry is right I did tell him to act like a werewolf, just no scratching or biting." He looked at Harry and pouted, "but I am suppose to win," Harry shrugged and turned his back to the teacher and Lockhart realized he was waiting for him to continue.
It took three more times before Lockhart gave up and told Harry to just lie on the floor, Lockhart beaming as he held his wand on him, "and I changed him back to being a human," he said with a flourish beaming at his audience.
"How?" Harry asked sitting up. His hand brushed against the small glass vial and he picked it up.
"H...How?" Lockhart stared at the boy as Harry slowly got to his feet, "how what?"
"How did you change him back to a human, I am sure that doctors and healers all over the world would like to know," Harry absently pocketed the vial as he moved back to his seat. The class went from watching Harry sit to watching Lockhart as he stammered.
"Detention with me tonight!" Lockhart finally settled on.
"What?" Harry gaped at the man, "Why?"
"For fighting me!" Lockhart grinned.
"I never laid a hand on you until after you touched me," Harry said, and Lockhart blinked, "besides I have witness who heard you say that I could fight back with no detention." Lockhart just gave him the 'smile' and Harry narrowed his eyes, then packed his books and stalked out of the classroom, leaving whispering students behind him.
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"Tough luck about your detention tonight," Ron said in sympathy as they ate dinner.
"I'm not going, I want you to come with me to McGonagal and tell her that he told me I could fight back without a detention," Harry said as he moodily stabbed his Shepherd's pie.
"But he never said that," Ron said looking confused.
Harry blinked, "never said what?"
"That you could fight and that you wouldn't get a detention from it," Ron said talking around his full mouth.
"But you all heard," Harry said looking over at Neville who gave him a mournful shake of the head.
"No mate," Seamus said, "you just kept attacking him..." Harry gaped at him.
All through dinner, Harry brooded until he had spotted Snape leaving the Great Hall and went after the man. "Professor Snape," Harry said, making sure that no one had followed him. Snape turned and blinked at the distressed look on Harry's face, he whispered the password to his office door and motioned Potter in.
He sat down at his desk and watched as Harry bit his lip, "What happened in Defense Against the Dark Arts class? Harry, if you did attack Lockhart, I can't help you."
Harry let out a breath and leaned against a student desk, "that's just it, sir," Harry said, "I laid out the rules before I was 'volunteered' for the reenactment," Severus' eyebrows lifted when he heard the sarcasm in Harry's voice over the word 'volunteered.' "I mean, I tried really hard to get out of playing the monster, again, but Lockhart... Professor Lockhart wouldn't have any of it.
Snape nodded, knowing from the past it was best to hear the whole story, "so he told me to pretend I was the WagaWaga Werewolf and attack him." Harry shrugged, "I clarified, I was to attack him as a werewolf and he told me that I couldn't use my teeth or nails on him, but I could attack him. I made sure that the whole class heard and understood that no matter what I wouldn't get a detention and he agreed," Harry went on to tell of the one sided fight, and Snape had a hard time keeping his face blank as Harry told him of the throws and moves that he used on that kept Lockhart constantly on the floor.
"When he assigned me detention, I was so angry I packed up my books and left, five minutes before class ended," Harry looked at Snape a little sheepish, "but at dinner, Ron told me that it was tough that I had detention, but it was my fault for attacking. None of my dorm mates remember him making that promise."
Snape sat back in his chair and considered, while Harry stuffed his hand in his pocket, his hand absently playing with the vial in it. "What's in your pocket, Potter?" Snape asked seeing Harry's hand moving in the material.
Harry pulled out the vial and looked at it blankly for a second before handing it to the Potion Master, "Lockhart dropped it; I picked it up and forgot about it." he shrugged as Snape stared at the label.
"Detention with me tomorrow after remedial potions," Harry gaped at him, but relaxed when Snape winked, "I will return this to Gilderoy, go and finish your dinner."
Harry gave him a grin before leaving the class, Snape slowly turned the vial in his hand over and read the inscription grin slowly spreading on his face. He stood up and emptied the vial into the sink, making sure he ran the water and held his breath, then quickly put several ingredients together and made a potion transferring the liquid to the vial before resealing it. Then as a precaution, he took the memory of the act out of his mind and put it in another bottle which he labeled and put on his desk.
Gilderoy was frantically searching his quarters for his cologne; he had had it specially made for him to drive the females (and males) wild, those pheromones were expensive and he had had to do a special publication of Magical Me to afford it. He had had it in his pocket this morning, putting on a splash of it before the second year Gryffindor/Hufflepuff class. He almost ran to his classroom and searched the area near the stage, his back a mass of bruises and welts from all the times that Harry had flipped him to the floor. He wished he had a slew of nimble barely dressed young witches and wizards who would massage away his aches... His fantasy was broken by a cleared throat, "Lockhart," Snape said, his voice filled with loathing, "Mr. Potter had this."
Snape wandered back to his office, trying to remember why he had been out in the first place. He blinked at the vial on his desk filled with a memory, and glared suspiciously at the note that was clearly in his handwriting. He picked up the bottle and with his wand very carefully put the memory back. A very scary smile flitted over his face.
"So Lockhart canceled your detention?" Duo asked as he sat cross-legged on Snape's couch the next night, Harry sat opposite him, Zechs and Snape sat on the armchairs watching the teens with an amused expression.
"Yeah," Harry said, "it was really kind of weird; Fluffy had somehow snuck into the castle, and kept trying to..." Harry blushed bright red, and his voice dropped to a whisper, "...hump him." Duo laughed until tears ran down his cheeks, Zechs' eyes narrowed at Snape's smug look, and he caught his lover's attention, and jerked his head to the side.
"Tea?" Snape said as he moved into his small Butler's pantry where he put the kettle on.
"What did you do?" Zechs asked.
Snape blinked, "me?" he said then gave a slow smile, "nothing much." And told Zechs what he had done.
After the two stopped laughing, the talk turned serious, "Any news on the attack of Filch's cat or her attacker," Zechs had met and like most people disliked Filch and his cat, but something had attacked her.
"Nothing, 'Enemies of the Heir beware, the chamber of secrets is opened'," Severus sighed, "Albus is quite worried, he's been going back through genealogies and the like to find out if there is another Slytherin line, or if the Dark Lord had any secret prodigy, so far nothing."
Harry and Duo both blinked as they heard Zechs' delighted laugh and Snape's low chuckles. They both looked at each other and shrugged and went back to planning for the next time Lockhart needed Harry to 'volunteer.'
"Duo," Harry said hesitantly after both adults had left the room, "I'm… I'm hearing a voice."
Duo raised an eye eyebrow, "a voice?" Harry looked down and nodded, terrified, embarrassed until Duo put a finger under his chin and made him raise his eyes, "talk to me green eyes," Duo said softly.
"I heard it the first time I had a detention with Lockhart," Harry said rolling his eyes at his older brother, "the idiot made me address fan mail envelopes, and than… it was creepy, I heard a voice say," he swallowed hard, "come to me, let me rip you, tear you, kill you. I heard it again the night Mrs. Norris was attacked, I was with Ron and Hermione and neither of them could hear it, than it said it was so hungry and it was time to kill and the voice was moving upwards."
"Upwards?"
"Like an invisible ghost or balloon or something that could go through the walls easily," Harry looked at his brother worriedly, "you don't think I am loosing my mind do you?"
Duo touched Harry's cheeks with his finger, "no, green eyes," his voice was firm and made Harry relax, "I don't think you are losing your mind, you heard something now… now we just have to figure out what."
AN: it is my honest opinion that Lockhart was a pedophile and that he used something to trick the girls and some of the boys to thinking he was the greatest thing since sliced bread.
