A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or Dr. Who.

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Assignment #4 Charms - Task 4.Write about removing someone's memories with Obliviate

Writing Club

Assorted Appreciation: 10 - Jackson Lake - Write about someone who loses/regains their memory. Alt - Dialogue: "Modesty forbids me to agree with you, sir. But yes. Yes, I am."

Word Count: 369

"Obliviate," Gildroy Lockheart whispered. He smiled as the eyes of the witch standing before him went blank for a moment. She blinked a few times and glanced around.

"Right, and so I was saying... what was I saying?" she asked looking puzzled.

"You were telling me about your necklace," he answered with a perfect smile.

"I got it from a friend," she said not even realizing that she was suddenly missing three weeks of her life. Gildroy smiled pretending to care about the conversation. He was much more interested in the new book he was going to start working on the minute he was able to end this date. No one would ever believe this snippet of a witch had managed to defeat a creature as terrifying as the one she'd described. He wasn't even sure what the creature was called. All he could tell was that it had been made of some strange metal. He would have to analyze the memories further once he got home. He finally managed to end the date and slip back into the quiet of his own home. He placed the memory in his pensive and smiled as he entered. There was smoke everywhere, he was in the middle of a battle. Maybe he should have taken more? There, there was the creature, a strange metal looking man. It spoke which surprised him, but he couldn't understand. The witch he'd stolen the memory from seemed to understand the creature just fine. He was confused by this, since she seemed to speak the same language as him. He must have been missing something! The creature turned out to have biological components inside along with more machinery. He felt sick as he watched one of them being dissected. He would make sure to include this feeling into his book.

"What are these things?" he asked wondering why the memory didn't name these new, horrible creatures. They were horrible after all, he watched her memory of them killing people with some kind of light beam. He finally pulled himself out of her memory after finally finding the answer. Yes, this was perfect. He immediately sat down and started penning his next book, Cohorting with Cibermin.