Gilderoy Lockhart Novels & Stories

he went quiet except for the swallow of whiskey. "Draven, the Dean at the school, he's one of them, he's got every camera in the place linked to his office," I said, glancing up at him as the tension in his jaw tightened. "He's the one that tried to unravel the cloaking spell before the alligator, he's a necromancer, and he likes to fuck with other peoples spells." I offered with little explanation.

Not that he hadn't wanted to be, but I'd convinced him I had a plan. But today's breakup plan sucked big time. The original plan had been to break up with Isaac Monday, but when the moment had presented itself I'd pulled a G-roy. That's what my best friend and I called an uber coward who didn't deserve to live. We'd coined the name after the character Gilderoy Lockhart in one of the Harry Potter movies. I swallowed loudly, self-disgust like heavy slime in my throat.

I ask in a calm threatening voice. He fidgets as beads of sweat start to form on his forehead and he bursts out loud, "I... I can't, Mr. Lockhart. It's too dangerous." I lean in, my gaze piercing through him. "Dangerous? You've already crossed that line. And in case your employer didn’t tell you, I hate repeating myself.” "I... alright, it's... it's an elderly fat man. He never gave me his name, just instructions. He promised to change my life if I did what he said and help drag down the Lockhart group. He said it should have been his in the first place. “

--- Breakfast Routine The teachers entered last, their commanding presence silencing the chatter in the room. Unlike the students, they wore robes adorned with silver and gold patterns, their designs hinting at their roles. There was Professor Lysander, the stoic combat instructor, whose piercing gaze could freeze a student in their tracks. Next to him stood Mistress Elira, the enchanting but stern teacher of magical history, her aura exuding wisdom. The headmistress, a tall woman with silvery hair and a mirror-like staff, stood at the head of the hall. Headmistress Aeliana was a figure of both reverence and fear, her mere presence enough to command respect.

Muttering a curse, I dropped the phone back onto the table. “I’m surprised you didn’t dial the police.” The voice came from above, smooth and rich, sending a wave of shivers through me none of them unpleasant. I turned sharply and looked up the staircase. Theron Lockhart stood at the top, his hair still damp, as if fresh from the shower. A loose V-neck sweatshirt clung to his torso, and faded jeans hung low on his hips. Somehow, this undone, casual version of him was more dangerous than ever. He descended slowly, his eyes locked on mine, a faint smirk curving his lips. “So? Why didn’t you?”

It’s dangerous yet I find myself wanting those captivating eyes to never look away. It frightens me to my core and I panic. “My real name is Harry and I come from a hidden world known as Hogwarts. My grandmother is Gandalf.” I sound stupid, I’m so stupid. The fumbling words leave my mouth before I can control them. I expect confusion from him, or maybe he’d look at me like I am some weirdo, but…he laughs. He laughs out freely. The laughter stems deep from within him, rich with real cheerfulness. As always, I’m entranced by it. The wind picks up the sound fast, playing it in the air.

Oliver says happily, walking behind me as we both take our seat. Everyday before class, I make sure I’m in class five minutes before the bell goes off. I don’t want to be swallowed in the midst of the crowding of students rushing to class. Oliver stays with me every morning before leaving for his class after the bell goes off. He says it’s boring talking to humans. As I sit down, one of Ainsley minions walks up to me. “Hey, Arthur.” She turns to Oliver and winks at him. I hear him moan, painfully, trying to suppress the urge of knocking her out.

Only Vador and Aleister knew about her,she was a very powerful witch with healing powers and the ability to summon souls. "I need your help godmother," Vador replied. "What is it again Aiden," "I need a spell to make Ava invisible.The elders want her out of my life." "Oh,the girl you love.Don't even give me that look,Aleister told me everything the last time he came visiting." "I do not," Vador bit his lips eying Aleister. "Is that all?" "I need you to summon her brother's soul into this stuffed dog. "You care so much for this girl," Alizon laughed.

Drake kept looking so bad at me that I ignored him. "Good morning, everyone." She’s our professor, Prof. Rose. She's our Spell Professor. She’ in her mid-30’s. She wears a thick glasses, wavy hair, and an elf's ears. Her thick spectacles could not hide the beauty she possessed. She also always carries a thick book where all the spells are. She said that her ancestor entrusted it to her so she did not let it disappear from her sight. Because when it goes in the wrong hands, something may go wrong.

"Words are, in my not-so-humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic. Capable of both inflicting injury, and remedying it." ― Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter, and the Deathly Hallows * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy I unlocked the door and hold it open so the girls could get in. After having lunch and getting desserts with the girls, I felt bad for leaving Nat alone at home so we had cut our Christmas shopping short and gone home afterward.