DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!! (I forgot the disclaimer for chappie 1. Oopsie!)

Thanks to everyone who is sticking with my story! YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!

I'm happy because I've had my Swedish Fish for the day (my friend gave a bag of Swedish Fish to her boyfriend and he gave one to me) and because I've had my laugh for the day (the bottle of my conditioner said "Fortifying Fortifier" on it. No joke). I have a concert tonight (I'm a band geek). The fact that I actually almost like being called a 'bando' (plural would be bandoes) signifies that. The best oart about the concert is that it is over. Then everyone goes to Dairy Queen (it is the ritual of the band geeks).

I had so much fun writing this chapter last night while I should have been studying for my French retest (It's actually an exam, but the word reexam doesn't exist…). I got a 75 percent. Hehe... But SERIOUSLY, I had so much fun writing this. This is the most fun I've had writing for a long time.

The Messiest Memories

Chapter 2

"What does 'obliviate' mean?" Lockhart asked Rosie, his Healer, one day. Her mouth gaped open.

Rosie then shut her mouth with a snap and managed a smile. "You're beginning to remember!" She clasped her hands together, excitedly bobbing up and down. "I had hoped for this! Well, you see, Gilderoy, a Memory Charm has been preformed on you about six years ago. Usually after a few decades the charm begins to fade slightly, but this is wonderful! You were probably remembering what had happened to you."

Gilderoy didn't want to say that he had heard his own voice uttering that charm. He just blinked a few times, looking classically clueless, and then flashed his own teeth in a heart-breaking smile. "So, soon I should have my memories back?"

"Well… I really can't say for sure, but I hope for it." That was just another way of saying that it was unlikely. Gilderoy sighed dramatically, resting his head on his hand for a better effect. "But there is a chance that I could use Legilimency to access some of your locked up memories…" People would do anything for you if you were a good actor. He almost grinned, but instead bit his lip, pasting on his most thoughtful look.

"Do you think you really could? If it isn't too much trouble…"

Rosie smiled at him. "I'm hopeless at Legilimency, though." Lockhart tried to look as sad as he could. "But Datura knows how to do it!"

"Isn't datura a poisonous plant?" Lockhart now looked rather nervous.

Rosie looked delighted. "Yes! It is also known as the "Devil's Apple" and "Jimson Weed."

Great.

"Was Datura that witch who was in here before…?" He was going to say, 'That overweight one' but thought better of it.

"Yes. She can be a bit stern sometimes, but usually she's really a lovely person!"

"Mm hmm," he put on a disinterested expression, "I'm sure she is."

xVx

"Rosie said that you wanted to see me…?" said the witch cautiously. Datura. That was her name. She was that pudgy witch from before who was yelling about how Rosie was wasting her time with Lockhart.

"Yes," he smiled as pleasantly as he could at her. She was a dreadfully ugly little thing and he could barely stand to even look at her. "I've heard that you are rather skilled at Legilimency."

Datura shrugged. "I suppose." She was modest. He found that dumb of her. Why waste herself on the uselessly injured when she could be doing great things?

"As you know, I have been the victim of a Memory Charm," he said, pausing. She nodded for him to go on. "So I was wondering whether you could help with Legilimency…"

"I doubt it."

"But can you TRY?" he pleaded.

"Why should I help you? There are other patients here who need caring for more than you do," she stated, "I don't want to waste my time watching your memories. Just looking at you makes me annoyed."

Ha-ha! Ditto!

"Why should I have to watch you acting all frivolous and idiotic?"

"You present a very good question," he said, stroking his chin, "Which I do not know the answer to."

"I bet you don't even know who your own mum is," she snapped, "You'll just walk around, dazedly asking, 'Are you my mother? Are you my mother?' like that stupid Muggle story."

"Hey!" Lockhart cried, "That story sounds SO familiar!"

Datura snorted. "Like I said, why should I help you? If you come up with a good answer by the end of the day I MIGHT just help you."

xVx

"Rosie!" he gasped dramatically, entering his ward, "I need your help!"

"Gilderoy, you naughty boy! Where have you been?"

"Trying to convince Datura, but her heart is still as cold as ice!" he cried.

"Well, we must do something about that!" Rosie replied firmly.

"She wanted to know," he paused to add to the effect, "why she should help me."

Rosie smiled happily! "That one's easy enough!"

"But I don't know why she should help me," he molded his features into a perfectly forlorn frown.

"So you can live," she said gently.

"I'm not living now…?"

"Gilderoy, you don't know anything of your past. Doesn't that make you sad at all? You probably don't even remember your dear old mum! THAT'S how powerful the charm was."

"But living is breathing." Now Lockhart was REALLY confused.

"No, sweetie. Living is loving."

xVx

"Datura?" he said solemnly. She was sure he was acting again.

"Yes?"

"I know why you should help me."

She sighed. He was probably going to be dramatically over-the-top. "Why?"

"Because I deserve to know." Real tears seemed to fill his eyes. "I must know what I have done."

"Okay," she said quietly.

"Thank you," he whispered.

xVx

Soon his memories would return. Datura had agreed to help him, but she said that she was unsure whether it would work or not. She had explained that she too would see his memories, but he didn't care. As long as he got them back, he would be fine, right?

"Are you sure that you are ready for this?" Datura asked tentatively, "Your past may not be what you are expecting."

"I'm ready." Lockhart's jaw was set.

"You never know if you are prepared until you finally face it," she murmured. He held his head high. "So are you ready?"

"Just do it," he growled.

She shrugged, unsurprised at his tone. "Legilimens! "

I just want to say that datura is a real plant. It's an herb that was brought to Europe by Spaniards in the 16 th century. I have a book on herbs and whenever I need a name I go straight for it. Datura has some narcotic effects and was also found growing in Jamestown. And all parts of datura are highly poisonous. I doubt that you will ever come across it, though.

SWEDISH FISH ARE AWESOMEEEEEEEEE!

-R