Note: There is a VERY slight mention of homosexuality in number 5 of this chapter.

What You Never Knew

Gilderoy Lockhart: The Hufflepuff at Heart

1. He had a twin brother.

An identical twin, to be exact. His name was Garrison. It was always Garrison and Gilderor, or Gilderoy and Garrison, or Gar and Gil (as they liked to call each other). They were two peas in a pod, and got together wonderfully, going so far as wearing the same outfits without their mother having to prod them (so was so proud).

Despite looking like carbon copies of each other, however, the two boys had every different personalities. To be honest, they were complete opposites. Where one excelled, the other was awful. For instance, in Muggle primary school, Gilderoy was the undisputed smartest pupil in the whole school, never mind his class, while Garrison struggled to even pass. Later, in Hogwarts, Gilderoy was known as the class screw-up, while all the teachers gushed over Garrison's "natural ability". Personality-wise, Gilderoy had all the social skills; Garrison had little to none.

2. He wasn't quite sure what his blood status was.

His father was a regular Muggle, but his mother was a Muggleborn witch. Because his mother was a witch, Gilderoy knew that, logically, he could not be Muggleborn. But he certainly couldn't be a half-blood, because both sides of his family were Muggles!

This was his argument in Hogwarts when the Slytherins bullied him for being a "mudblood". Oddly enough, it didn't help.

3. The Sorting Hat wanted to put him in Hufflepuff.

Strangely enough, had Gilderoy been Sorted into Hufflepuff, it wouldn't have been because he didn't fit in any of the other Houses, like so many other people; no, it was because of his argument to get into Ravenclaw.

"Lockhart, Garrison!"

The small, good looking eleven-year-old trembled nervously on his way up to the stool. Down in the line, his brother flashed him a thumbs up that Garrison barely returned before the Hat fell down over his eyes.

An instant later, Ravenclaw had another Housemate.

"Lockhart, Gilderoy!"

Significantly more confident than his twin, Gilderoy strode up to the stool when he was called, flashing the watching students a grin. He kept that broad smile on his face as the Sorting Hat was plopped onto his blond hair and slid down over his eyes.

You're the twin of Garrison, I take it? The Hat asked him.

You can talk? But- But how?

Didn't you listen to my song?

…Maybe.

Oh, Godric. Well, I'm not repeating it. Ask one of your Housemates. Speaking of your Housemates, I wonder who they'll be…

Ravenclaw.

You want to be a Ravenclaw, eh? Why's that?

My brother, Garrison, is there. I want to be with him.

Why?

…Are you seriously asking me why I want to be Sorted into the same House as my brother, my identical twin, my best friend?

I see you're a loyal one, then. Very loyal to your brother.

I'd do anything for him.

You know, that's very… Hufflepuff of you. Loyalty is a Hufflepuff trait, after all…

What? No. You aren't seriously considering putting me into Hufflepuff, are you?

Why shouldn't I? You're loyal, hard working, have a good heart… face it, kid, you're the epitome of a Hufflepuff!

But I want to be in Ravenclaw! I need to be in Ravenclaw! With my brother! He's so shy, he needs me-

He could learn to manage by himself.

HE STILL NEEDS ME!

Whoa, calm down! Easy there! If it means so much to you, then I guess I have no choice but to put you in "RAVENCLAW!"

Oh, thank god. I'm coming, Gar!

4. In Hogwarts, he grew to resent his brother.

It wasn't that Garrison was more popular than Gilderoy. The exact opposite, in fact; Gilderoy was, without a doubt, the most popular person in school, not to mention the most sought-after wizard. Sure, Garrison got on well enough with his partners in classes, and there were a handful of girls who constantly swooned about how "mysterious" and "thoughtful" he was; but all in all, it was Gilderoy who was constantly surrounded by hoards of admirers, of people begging to be his friend.

But Garrison was a magical prodigy, while Gilderoy, quite frankly, sucked. And when he spent hours on end struggling to complete essays or master spells that his brother had finished in fifteen minutes, he just couldn't help feeling that little green monster swell up inside of him.

5. When he was eighteen years old, he almost committed suicide.

His spunky, T-shit-wearing mother had a sudden heart attack, to start. Then, only three months later, his father started dating again. This wasn't the big problem, though.

The problem was that Gilderoy's father was dating a man.

It wasn't that Gilderoy was a homophobic. Far from, in fact; he had some homosexual friends, and he always had fun talking with them, not having to pretend that he didn't care about clothing (when, in truth, he had inherited his father's impeccable fashion sense). It was that now, Gilderoy didn't know what the truth was and what a lie was anymore.

Had his father been happy, all those times when the Lockhart family had eaten dinner together, always saying grace first? Were his smiles genuine during their yearly trips to the summer carnival? What really happened when he went to public men's restrooms?

Gilderoy didn't know what to believe. And, yes, maybe he was being dramatic, but he just couldn't take it on top of his mother dying, on top of not being accepted into the Healer Academy, on top of getting a Poor on each and every one of his N.E.W.T.'s besides Charms and History of Magic, which he got a Dreadful and a Troll in, respectively. Every day, as the darkness loomed over him more and more, those kitchen knives looked more and more inviting…

But he always stopped himself. Because as upset as Gilderoy was, Garrison had always been the Momma's Boy.

6. He fell in love once.

Her name was Nellie. The name was still music to his lips. In his opinion, "Nellie Lockhart" was the most perfect name in the world, and would be perfect for the most perfect girl in the world. And she did eventually become Nellie Lockhart, and at her wedding, Gilderoy had tears in his eyes, because the sorrow and heartbreak was too much for him to handle, and overwhelmed whatever happiness he may have otherwise felt for his beaming twin.

He managed, somehow, to make it through the wedding, loyally standing by his brother's side as the best man. By some miracle, he was able to crack a smile, so that the audience thought that his tears were happy ones. The bartender was convinced that, yes, Gilderoy did usually drink that much.

7. One of his happiest moments in life was also the one he regretted the most.

It had happened before… well, before Gilderoy knew what had happened. He had gone to his brother's flat, hoping to talk for a bit like they regularly did. But Garrison had gone to work early, Nellie told him. Gilderoy was invited in for awhile, though, and took his sister-in-law up on the offer.

Nellie's mother, it turned out, had just been diagnosed with cancer. Gilderoy had sympathetically offered his condolences, and had then casually suggested that Nellie have a drink or two, to ease her mind. Nellie had seen nothing wrong with this, and had indeed had two drinks. And then two more. And two more after that, and after that, until Garrison came home from work to find his wife and his brother naked and tangled up together in the bed sheets.

Needless to say, Nellie was forgiven immediately, since she was drunk as could be. Gilderoy, however, was not so lucky: he was completely sober, and he knew that it would be no use lying to the one person who had always been able to read his mind. And so, Gilderoy told Garrison everything: how he had always been in love with Nellie, how he had never intended for the incident to happen, how he was so, so sorry.

He was promptly screamed at and thrown out. The two brothers never saw each other again. That night, for the first time in his life, Gilderoy- a grown man- cried.

8. During his career as an author, Gilderoy had one critic.

Even if he hadn't really done everything he wrote about, he was, without a doubt, an exceptionally gifted writer. No one could deny it. He was simply good with words.

Knowing this, he was startled when he was reading the reviews of his latest book, Gilderoy Lockhart's Guide to Household Pests, and one of them said the following:

I have tried and tested each and every method listed in this book, and not a single one of them has been successful. My personal belief is that Gilderoy Lockhart's entire works are complete rubbish, and he's just looking for fame and money. This is the last book I would recommend to anyone for anything- besides comedy, of course.

-Geoffrey P. Lovett

And, despite the awful review, Gilderoy couldn't help but smile. His brother knew him so well.

9. Harry Potter was not his favorite student.

Even though Harry was famous like Lockhart, the man always had a fondness for Fred and George Weasley, even if he didn't show it quite as much, simply because they reminded him of himself and Garrison, back when life was easy, neither of them had met Nellie, and they were everything to each other.

In short, they were better versions of the two Lockhart twins, and Gilderoy had every intention to help them remain that way. So he gave the both of them the exact same grade on every assignment, regardless of the actual work quality, and only laughed when they dyed all of his underwear pink.

10. In all his time at St. Mungo's, he got two visits.

The first was from a group of rather bewildered looking teenagers; a girl with brown, bushy hair; a boy with green eyes, messy black hair, and an unusual lightning bolt- shaped scar; a tall boy with red hair and freckles; and a younger girl who was clearly his sister. Gilderoy could never remember any of their names. The second visit he received was in the Christmastime of 2010.

"Gilderoy!" Healer Maggie, a woman on the older side who couldn't help her maternal feelings towards her patients, strode towards the man's bed excitedly. "You have a visitor!"

Gilderoy sat up confusedly. "Do I really?" he asked, and then his face broke out into a huge grin. "Oh, wonderful, wonder! Do let them in, please, Maggie! I wonder if they would like an autograph- I bet they would, I'll get out my quill-"

"There's no need for that." Gilderoy halted in his tracks as a man walked towards him, wearing an unreadable expression.

"Maggie," the ex-Professor began, not taking his eyes off of the new man, "did you make a clone of me?"

The man's face suddenly fell. "He doesn't remember me?" He asked Maggie, his voice suddenly quieter and a bit hoarse.

"He doesn't remember anyone or anything," Maggie patted the man's shoulder sympathetically. "I'm sorry, Mr. Lockhart."

"Lockhart, you say?" Gilderoy's ears perked up. "Why, I- I believe that's my name, too! Yes, I think my name is Gilderoy Lockhart, in fact! You say that you're a Lockhart, too? Are we related?"

"Yes," the man smiled faintly. "Very closely related, in fact."

"That explains why you look like me then!" Gilderoy exclaimed jovially. "Tell me, dear relative of mine, what's your name?"

"Garrison," the man replied. "Garrison Lockhart."

"Garrison Lockhart…" Gilderoy muttered to himself, looking thoughtful. "It has a nice ring to it. It sounds a bit familiar."

"I should think it would be," Garrison chuckled.

Gilderoy took a few steps closer to Garrison, surveying the other man's face closely. For a split second, he looked like he had an epiphany. Then, his face drooped. "I'm sorry," he sighed. "I remember your name, I really do, but… nothing else."

"It's alright. I understand," Garrison sighed. "Are you sure… are you sure that you can't try a bit harder though, Gil?"

Gilderoy froze. His face screwed up, and he was obviously working hard to remember something. And then, it all went away. He shook his head sadly, biting his lip in frustration- why couldn't he remember? What was he trying to remember? "Can't you just tell me who you are, Garrison?" he pleaded. "You're obviously trying to make me figure something out-"

"That's because I know you can figure it out," Garrison interrupted him. "Think hard, and look at me. Really, it doesn't take much to figure it out."

Gilderoy frowned, peering closely at his visitor. All he knew was that they were related, and that they were identical-

Identical. Related. Identical twins.

Suddenly, one memory- one single memory- flooded all through him. He and a boy who looked exactly like him boarded the Hogwarts Express for the first time, holding each others' hands for support, sharing a secretive smile. "Ready, Gar?" Gilderoy asked the other boy.

And then he knew.

"Gar?" he choked out, his eyes watering. Garrison nodded and, without waiting another moment, the brothers flung their arms around each other, tears running down both their faces. "I'm so sorry, Gar," Gilderoy sobbed. "I'm so, so sorry."

"It's okay, Gil," Gar said. "I'm sorry, too; for not coming sooner. I've forgiven you for everything- it's all behind us now."

The two brothers spent the next six hours talking about their lives. Gilderoy, it turned out, was a nephew of two children: Katie, nine years old, and Jeremy, twelve. Nellie sounded like "a perfectly lovely woman," in Gilderoy's opinion. Finally, Maggie was forced to shoo Garrison out, because it was bedtime, but the man promised to return sometime soon.

And return he did. He was the one person that Gilderoy could always remember.

Gilderoy Lockhart was many things. He was an actor and a liar; he was an incompetent fool; he was clever and manipulative, as well as an undeniably brilliant write; he was the five time winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award. But, throughout his whole life, he always carried out the three traits that the Sorting Hat had most praised him for: loyalty, hard working, and a good heart.

He was always a Hufflepuff at heart.

I am sooooooooo sorry that it's been so long since I've updated! I've had a terrible disease: WRITER'S BLOCK. So, I hope you all will forgive my lousy updating!

On another note, what'd you think? To all of you who are against homosexuality, I'm sorry if you found this chapter at all offensive. I just thought that it would help build Gilderoy's character a bit. Also, he has a great fashion sense for a man, and, honestly, I think that it would be very amusing if he got that from his gay father. That might just be me, but...

Anyways, please review!

-Joelle8