Harry Potter as Error Gilderoy Lockhart

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3 pm in the afternoon at the Quidditch pitch

I was in the professor's room in the audience seats sitting with Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and Professor Sprout.

I was talking with Filius about school Quidditch, and Minerva and Pomona were talking together, and Snape was sitting in silence waiting for the match.

I stared at Filius and said, "Filius, are you sure this pitch is really safe?"

"Don't worry, Gilderoy, there haven't been any accidents on the pitch before."

"Are you sure?" I said with doubt.

"Well, maybe there was an accident or two but I assure you the match is extremely safe. Do you see the sand below?"

"Yes, I see it?" I said questioningly.

"I enchanted it to be like a sea of cotton. If any of the children falls from the broomstick, the sand will absorb all the shock. It will be like sitting on a cloud of cotton."

"They really are good security measures even if done in a creative way."

"Anyway, which team will you support?" he said, and I glanced at Minerva and Snape. Minerva and Severus will support their House teams and Pomona is usually neutral if her House team is not playing unless she gets annoyed by the way one team plays so she supports the other and I will support Gryffindor because I see that their style of playing suits the game more."

"Well, of course I will support my original House team," I said with a light smile.

"Slytherin, huh?" said Flitwick without surprise.

"Of course I must be loyal to my House," I said as I kept smiling. "Or what do you think, Professor Snape?" I looked at Snape with annoyance because I involved him in the conversation and he said, "It's only obvious that you support your House team although logically you should support the winning team," said Snape in his usual tone. And at that moment Minerva intervened and said, "The result of the Quidditch match hasn't been decided yet, Severus, and Slytherin's chance of winning is less than usual because of Mr. Potter being the Seeker for the team."

"Please, Minerva, my team has the fastest brooms on the market and Mr. Malfoy is no less skilled than Mr. Potter," he said with a bored expression as if he was saying something obvious.

"We'll see but I trust my House team," said Minerva with confidence and calm and then the Headmaster Dumbledore entered the room.

"Good afternoon, everyone."

Everyone present replied to him and the two teams started entering the pitch and Lee Jordan's voice was heard around the pitch.

Hardly had Lee Jordan finished his welcoming sentence when the cheers of the crowd rose.

The whistle blew and the players rose into the sky. The weather was not completely clear; the wind was messing with the players' scarves and the clouds were slowly gathering on the horizon. From my place in the professors' room I could see Harry flying higher than his teammates searching for the Snitch from the first moment.

With the first scoring attempt from Gryffindor, the Slytherin Keeper blocked it and the cheers turned into disappointed whistles from one side and mocking cheers from the other side.

— "Potter is watching the horizon," I whispered to Flitwick who was half standing from excitement.

He replied to me, "He's smart, he won't waste his effort chasing the ball unless he's sure."

On the other side Draco was not far from him, flying next to him with his new shiny broomstick sweeping the sky with his grey eyes.

On the pitch George Frederick was dodging one of the Slytherin Chasers skillfully then passed the ball to Alicia who spun half a turn amid the applause of the audience and scored a wonderful goal that made Minerva cheer without noticing herself.

— "Wonderful goal!" Flitwick clapped warmly. Snape stayed still, showing no expression.

But the atmosphere of excitement did not last long; I noticed Harry suddenly turning his narrowed eyes towards a rogue Bludger. The Bludger was chasing him strangely. He tried to block it, turned the broom with a sharp move but the iron ball kept chasing him insistently.

— "This is not normal…" I muttered as I stared at the ball rushing towards him.

— "What's happening?" Pomona asked worriedly.

The ball jumped to hit the broom handle then bounced to chase him again. Harry was diving and climbing, dodging but he could not focus on the Snitch.

Around, Lee Jordan was screaming through the microphone:

— "Potter is facing a very stubborn Bludger! George is trying to intervene… George is trying…"

George tried to hit the Bludger with his bat to push it away from Harry but the ball swerved very fast as if it had a mind of its own.

— "It's enchanted!" Flitwick muttered worriedly.

At that moment it did not seem that anyone in the crowd was watching the small golden ball. All eyes were on Harry who was maneuvering as if he was performing a dance in the air escaping from the Bludger.

Then, amidst the chaos, Harry glimpsed something sparkling at the opposite stands. The Snitch! He pulled the broom handle downwards, dived madly, and the Bludger behind him like his shadow.

— "He's diving! He's diving!" Lee Jordan shouted.

Draco tried to catch up but was half a second late. Harry stretched out his hand, almost collided with the ground, the Bludger passed by him like a bullet—

And with a decisive move, he closed his fist around the Snitch!

The stands exploded with loud cheers. Minerva jumped up and shouted with quiet joy while Snape turned his head aside as if he did not want to see the moment of victory. Flitwick clapped warmly almost falling from his seat.

— "Wonderful! Wonderful Mr. Potter!" I said while clapping with the others.

Dumbledore, who stayed silent the whole time behind us, smiled and commented lightly:

— "It seems that luck favors the brave today."

And so the match ended with a well-deserved victory for Gryffindor.

The roar of the crowd filled the place with the catching of the Snitch but not a second passed before the joy turned into a collective gasp. Harry, who had closed his fist on the Snitch, could not pull out his wand in time to control his landing.

The Bludger was still rushing towards him madly, it hit the broom handle suddenly, his balance wavered in the air. Harry tried to lift his body but the broom turned suddenly and slipped from his control.

— "Oh, watch out!" Pomona shouted standing halfway up.

Minerva kept watching without blinking, her hand clasped on her chest as if she was trying to suppress a gasp of fear that escaped despite her.

— "This Bludger… it is definitely enchanted." Flitwick said loudly as he watched Harry's rapid descent.

As for Snape, he pressed his lips slightly and did not move his gaze from the scene but did not say anything, his eyes following Harry as if he was assessing every detail with reserved silence.

Harry rushed through the air like an arrow, his fist clenched on the Snitch, the Bludger behind him in a straight line like his black shadow. There was no room to maneuver this time — he hit the ground hard.

The sound of his body colliding with the enchanted sand echoed on the pitch but even the enchanted sand could not prevent the pain when his arm twisted under his body with the impact of the fall.

A faint cry rose from some students and part of the Gryffindor crowd stood up.

I got down from my seat before I finished clapping, I followed Dumbledore who was ahead of us with calm and steady steps towards the pitch. Flitwick was going down the small stairs lightly despite his short stature, the edges of his robe flying around him. Minerva advanced with quick steps, her eyes fixed on Harry whom some of his teammates started to surround and carefully support. As for Snape, he kept walking with us slowly, his hands folded in his robe, his face stiff showing nothing.

We reached the edge of the pitch, the crowd had begun to quiet down little by little, their whispers filling the stands like a soft wave.

Dumbledore leaned slightly to Harry's level who sat leaning on George and Alicia. He asked in his calm dignified voice:

— "Can you stand up, Harry?"

Harry nodded slowly, his lips biting on the pain, his arm dangling to his side as if it had no bone at all.

I said as I came closer:

— "Don't worry, my dear, leave it to me!"

Minerva did not look at me immediately, she raised her hand to stop me from approaching further and said in a firm voice while looking at Dumbledore:

— "We must take him to the medical wing immediately."

Dumbledore nodded gently:

— "I agree with you, Minerva. Let's accompany him together."

"No need." I advanced quickly and said, "I can fix his arm with a single spell."

Everyone stared at me and the Headmaster Dumbledore said, "Are you sure, Gilderoy? We can take young Harry to the hospital if you are not sure."

"Don't worry, Headmaster, leave it to me," I said and went to Harry quickly — for I did not enchant the Bludger for nothing.

"Can you give me your arm, Mr. Potter?"

He raised his arm silently and I held it gently and lifted his sleeve. Unlike the original book, he did not object, he stayed silent and looked at me with trust.

I raised my wand and said the spell, Osacaro Renovo, and before I finished pronouncing the spell I used the theft and stole a piece of flesh from inside his arm along the broken bone and when the spell was activated the broken bone was fixed and the missing flesh regenerated and no one noticed, not even Harry himself, that I took some flesh from his arm with his direct consent.

"Thank you, Professor Lockhart, I did not want to stay overnight in the hospital," Harry said gratefully before the rest of Gryffindor House carried him and lifted him in the air in celebration.

"Amazing, I have never heard of this spell before. Is it your creation, Gilderoy?" said Flitwick excitedly and the rest of the professors looked at me with curious eyes especially Dumbledore with his shining eyes.

ونظر إليّ بقية الأساتذة بعيون فضولية وخاصة دمبلدور بعينيه اللامعتين.

"It's not my creation, it's a spell I learned by chance from a Russian healer who got fed up with the wrong treatment of broken bones and missing or damaged flesh by new doctors, so he created a spell that does not require medical knowledge to use," I said to Professor Flitwick while trying to ignore Dumbledore's eyes that were shining more with my words.

"Anyway, what will you do now after the match has ended?"

Professor Flitwick, Pomona, and Minerva looked at each other and said at the same time, "I have homework to correct for the students," and they headed to the castle.

Professor Dumbledore said, "I have some work in my office. See you later, Gilderoy."

"Well, it seems only you and I are left, Professor Sna…" Before I could finish my sentence I noticed the disappearance of Professor Snape and that I was the only one left on the pitch.

"Boring person," I clicked my tongue and said out loud, "Well, at least now I have a component for the ritual I mean Tommy and I bet he won't believe how I got it if I told him," I thought to myself.

Now that I got the hardest component I will go gather the rest, I have nothing else to do anyway.

As soon as I finished thinking I teleported to a Muggle cemetery and searched a bit until I found the intended grave.

"Do you know, Mr. Riddle, I am not an evil heartless person like your son, so I will not desecrate your grave," I said out loud — not that he could hear me anyway.

"I will just steal from you your identity as a father to your son Tommy in front of magic only," I said this in a tone as if I was giving him the greatest gift in the world.

Even though if he were alive and heard me say that I would steal his identity as a father he would have hit me with a shotgun at the very least.

And I used the theft ability and stole his identity simply.

"The next component is the follower's blood," I thought and teleported again.

I appeared again at the Quidditch pitch and walked to the castle.

Minutes later, I am now standing in front of the Gryffindor common room door.

"Hello, my lady, can you please open the door?" I said as I stared at the picture hanging on the door.

"Of course, Professor," said the Fat Lady in the picture and started to open the door. When it opened partially I stole her thoughts and memory about my presence here and cast a Disillusionment Charm on myself and entered through the small opening.

When I entered I could see the whole room almost entirely from my place — a floor covered with red carpet, a large fireplace burning in the opposite wall, in front of it sofas and wooden chairs scattered around small tables.

On the walls there were some red and gold banners bearing the Gryffindor crest and some old pictures moving in their frames but staying silent. The place was reasonably tidy despite the piles of books and rolls of parchment on some tables.

I took a step forward. The room was somewhat quiet, some students gathered near the fireplace but no one paid attention to me. I kept my eyes on the spiral staircase I knew well: directly to the left of the fireplace, a stone staircase spiraling up to the boys' dormitories.

I started to climb the stairs step by step. The stairs were a bit narrow but I did not stop. Along the way there were some small balconies slightly open to the yard, letting in a light cold breeze.

After several steps, the staircase straightened a bit before opening to a very short corridor. On the right and left there were scattered wooden doors. Above each door a small brass plaque with the year written on it.

I advanced until I stood in front of the door I knew was for the second year room. It was half closed, I could hear faint voices of people talking behind it.

I knocked on the door. The whispers stopped immediately, then the door opened a bit and Seamus Finnigan appeared.

I said in a calm tone with a small smile, "Good evening, Mr. Finnigan."

He replied with slight hesitation, "Good evening, Professor… are we… are we in trouble?"

I gestured with my hand simply, "And why would you be in trouble? Did you pull a new prank?"

He shook his head quickly, "No, no of course not! But… we're just not used to a professor entering the room unless someone is in trouble."

I nodded to him lightly, "Rest assured. You're fine tonight."

I saw his shoulders drop in relief then he stepped aside quickly, "Please come in, Professor."

I entered the room calmly. Harry was sitting on his bed, moving his arm carefully. Ron and Dean were playing wizard chess, Neville watching them with half attention.

I raised my hand in greeting, "Good evening, boys."

"I hope I didn't disturb you but I had to check on Mr. Potter's arm to make sure it's not suffering from any complications."

Harry replied immediately, his voice having something of appreciation this time, "Good evening, Professor."

Ron turned quickly and said, "Ah… good evening, Professor Lockhart."

Dean looked at me normally and simply said, "Good evening, Professor."

I advanced until I was closer to Harry. I looked at his arm and asked him in a practical tone, free of affectation, "How is your arm now, Harry?"

Harry moved his arm forward a bit, opened and closed his hand, then raised his eyes to me with a trace of tension turned to respect, "Much better… I think the spell worked perfectly. I feel almost no pain."

"Good, good but make sure not to lift any heavy things in the next two days or strain it in any way."

Ron frowned and said as he glanced at Harry sideways, "Not even a broomstick."

I laughed lightly then patted Harry's arm as if reassuring him one last time, "Of course not even a broomstick. If any of you ever needs such treatment… you know where to find me."

Seamus muttered in a light tone, "So… really no punishment?"

I turned my eyes to him and laughed a light laugh, "No punishment today, Mr. Finnigan… just a healthy arm."

Dean laughed lightly while Neville said with simple sincerity, "Thank you, Professor."

I waved to them with my hand, "Good night, boys."

They replied almost in one voice, "Good night, Professor Lockhart."

As soon as the sentence ended I kept stealing their thoughts continuously including the rat sitting on the bed and I hit it with the counter spell and in place of the rat appeared a short fat wizard looking at nothing because of the continued theft of his thoughts.

"Well, let's begin." I took out a syringe and placed it in the vein in the right arm and drew blood against his will and when I finished I said Imperius and stopped stealing his thoughts.

"Return to your rat form, Pettigrew."

"Yes, Master."

And he turned into the rat form again.

I activated the theft again but this time I stole their memories and Pettigrew's memories of meeting me now, I cast a Disillusionment Charm on myself and left the room and when I exited I stopped stealing their thoughts.

I returned the same way until I left the Gryffindor common room.

"Now all the components have been gathered, only the ritual remains and bringing Tom to Hogwarts. I bet Dumbledore will faint from fear then," I thought with a wide smile on my face.

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