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Small note: This is loosely based off of one of the chapters of 101 Names We Could Have Used (the name Gilderoy Lockhart) but this first chapter is virtually the same. To anyone following that story- I hope you enjoy!
Second small note: This is not meant to be taken seriously in any way.


1996, Ministry of Magic

The battle had raged long and hard. Harry James Potter had witnessed the death of his godfather, his father-figure for the past two years, and now he was witnessing the duel between Dumbledore and Voldemort. Bellatrix Lestrange, his godfather's killer, was laughing. Laughing. Harry could feel nothing but fury as he watched her, and Voldemort, get away with killing, without anyone believing that they were back-


His mind racing to form incoherent thoughts, Harry connected the word believing to somebody else. Everybody believed Gilderoy Lockhart, everybody believed in him, and he was false. Nobody believed Harry, but what Harry spoke was the truth.

In his completely-out-of-it state of mind, Harry connects Gilderoy Lockhart to the spell he used- obliviate. Forget that it ever happened.

Only this did happen-

But what if it didn't?

The Aurors are starting to appear now, the Ministry itself. Distracted by Dumbledore, Voldemort pays him no heed. Harry manages to quietly say the spell- "obliviate"- before collapsing. Bellatrix realizes what happens before her master does, and she leaps forward to grab him before Disapparating into thin air. The Ministry are talking, loudly, pointing at the place where Voldemort had just stood.

"I saw him!" one man yells, clutching his hat to his head. "I saw him! You-Know-Who! He's back! You-Know-Who's back!"
Harry feels a tight hand on his shoulder as he struggles to stand. He looks up and meets the eyes of Dumbledore-

"Well done, Harry," Dumbledore says, eyes gleaming.

Malfoy Manor

"What on earth was that?" Lucius Malfoy roars at the crowd of Death Eaters gathered around him. Bellatrix Lestrange kneels at Voldemort's side, trying to rouse him- the Death Eaters crowd closer and closer together, trying to get a look at their fallen leader.

"My Lord?" Bellatrix squeaks. "My- my Lord?"

Voldemort groans. Lucius kneels down at his sister-in-law's side. "My Lord, are you alright?" he asks.

"Who are you?" Lord Voldemort barks, immediately commanding. He does not wait for a reply. "Where am I? Who am I?"

"My Lord?" Bellatrix gasps.
"Why are we all wearing dark cloaks?" Voldemort asks, heaving himself to his feet and whirling around. He isn't done yet. "What is this mark on your arm? It's very strange," he comments to Bellatrix, who's still clutching him, white as a sheet. "Are you kidnapping me? What is this?" He's noticed how many others are in the room now, scores of his Death Eaters. He tears himself out of a sobbing Bellatrix's grip and tries to shove through the crowd. The Dark Lord, most dangerous and evil wizard alive, catches sight of himself in a mirror and screams, loud and high-pitched.