Opening his eyes, he slowly got up while wondering where he was.

"Where am I?" He asked the red head kid in front of him. The kid answered by knocking him with a piece of rock.

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As he gradually started to wake up, he heard some sounds in background that he didn't recognize.

A women dressed in white rushed towards him. "You're okay sir, you're in St Mungo's Hospital."

When he got up, he suddenly felt faint again. As he was about to fall back down on the bed, the nurse helped him down. "You don't remember anything do you…" The woman said filled with sadness.

That was an understatement. He didn't even remember his own name. Or does he? Was it Ralf? Or was it Harold? Maybe he was a Fred? His eyebrow furrowed, trying to think of his name then looked back at the woman standing before him. "I'm sorry, what is my name?" He asked while scratching his forehead.

The woman's eyes went wide. "It was worse than we thought." She frowned. "You're name is Gilderoy Lockhart. You're a famous wizard, you know. Or…Well, was." She said waving her hand.

That name did not fit him at all. It sounded like a foreign language to him. "I'm sorry…What?"

"Long story short…" She paused for a moment trying to think of a rational thing to say. "You faked your own fame." She shrugged then left the room before she could laugh in front of him. When Professor Dumbledore came by with this man, she was excited because there wasn't everyday where they had a famous wizard. But, he told her Gilderoy lost his memories due to magic that he tried to cast had gone wrong and backfired. He then continued to explain to her that he was never the wizard he claimed to be.

The nurse had left Gilderoy Lockhart alone for the rest of the evening. It led him to go deep into thought as to what his life was and what his life could be.