A Flash Fic presented to Holly for completing an additional story in round ten of the Houses Competition!
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Gilderoy Lockhart sounded like a hero's name, he thought. A glittering hero - golden hair, a marble-white smile, and a tall, proud body. He had these thanks, thankfully, and declared it thus fate that he should be a hero. But there was one problem. He wasn't brave like a hero, he wasn't especially strong or brilliant or wise. He didn't have those underneath qualities.
He would have to invent them, to invent himself a perfect hero.
Yes, that was the key. But how… Well, there was one thing he did know how to do, which was a memory charm. If he could find perfect heroes, he could wipe their memory, and take their place instead. He would become every perfect hero, and therefore become the ultimate hero. It was his role, and a role he would fill immediately.
He packed a case, grinning like a Cheshire cat. First, there was a banshee he had heard about in Inverness.
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