Hello again! I'm Lissy and I'm here to give you all 50 ficlets about our favorite egomaniac, Gilderoy Lockhart I hope you enjoy and thanks for stopping by!

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1. Accio 2. Avada Kedavra 3. Braking Charm 4. Blasting Curse 5. Colloportus 6. Crucio 7. Confundus 8. Diffindo 9. Disapparate 10. Engorgio 11. Expecto Patronum 12. Furnunculus 13. Flagrate 14. Horn Tongue 15. Hurling Hex 16. Impedimenta 17. Imperio 18. Incarcerous 19. Jelly Legs 20. Knitting Charm 21. Langlock 22. Legilimens 23. Levicorpus 24. Lumos 25. Mobilicorpus 26. Morsmordre 27. Muffliato 28. Nox 29. Obliviate 30. Oppugno 31. Orchideous 32. Petrificus Totalus 33. Point Me 34. Protego 35. Quietus 36. Reducto 37. Relashio 38. Rictusempra 39. Sectumsempra 40. Sonorus 41. Scourgify 42. Silencio 43. SpeRevelio 44. Stupefy 45. Tarantallegra 46. Tergeo 47. Twitchy Ears Hex 48. Unbreakable Vow 49. Wingardium Leviosa 50. Waddiwasi

#24

Novel in the Works

"Lumos," Gilderoy muttered, holding his wand in front of him just enough so that he could see the scene going on in front of him. It was a very tricky process--he needed enough like to get an accurate memory of what was going on here, and it needed to be dim enough so that they didn't notice his presence.

He wasn't too worried about the wizard--it was the werewolf he was worried about.

He had been following them all day, taking notes like a madman whenever he had a spare moment. This part, though, would be sure to be the climax of his novel...the fight between man and beast. It was amazing, it was beautiful...it was bound to be a best seller!

He watched with interest as a spell was sent at the werewolf, throwing it backwards. He grinned to himself and made a mental note about the scene.

He could just see it now--wizards of all ages soaking up the thrilling story of how he...or, erm, this guy...defeated a werewolf and lived to tell the tale!

That was, assuming, that this bloke lived. Ah well, if he didn't--there were always rewrites.

#29

Erase the Tracks

“I can’t believe you stole my story!”

Gilderoy’s eyes widened as the thin, balding wizard advanced on him. Oops. This hardly EVER happened—usually he remembered to whip their memory BEFORE he published the book!

Well, one couldn’t be perfect ALL the time.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Gilderoy said, crossing his arms even as the wizard advanced on him in the alley. Oh, the wizard was making a grave, grave mistake. Didn’t he knew the best place to obliviate a victim was somewhere quiet and dark, with no witnesses around? He’d find out soon enough.

“It’s totally possible that you and I defeated the same banshee,” he said plainly.

The wizard blinked, almost as if he couldn’t believe him. “Why you!” he cried, lunging for him Muggle style, but Gilderoy pulled out his wand and pointed it directly between his eyes.

The wizard stopped and let out a laugh. “Lockhart, you wouldn’t dare hurt me,” he muttered with a grin.

“Hurt you? Of course I wouldn’t hurt you—but your memory, on the other hand…”

The wizard’s eyes bugged out in surprise and he opened his mouth to say something, but it was too late.

“Obliviate!”