From the writing desk of Gilderoy Lockhart

Years and decades and centuries can hole my memory, but I will never forget what you did to me.

“Tae be honest I kinda asked that question hopin’ sumone would tell me tae jest ignore et..” He sighed and pulled a face. “..ye wanna change yer answer maybe?”

“Mmm cat I swear if you…” Wait pete couldn’t talk. Pushing herself out of bed she wobbled down the stairs before the back door to the shop opened. “Damnit barty you are going to catch a cold. You know shoes or slippers are necessary when leaving your house.” She had no problem with the midnight wandering as she was prone to it herself, but footwear was a must.  Wrapping an arm around his shoulders a yawn escaped her lips. “Come on I got a spare pair of slippers for you upstairs. I’ll put tea on.” @bartyjoonyah

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It was not common for Anakin to be scared of something but dreams were different. They took you by surprise, just like this dream had. In his dream, he had been running from an enormous Bonegnawer who was chasing him. He had been trashing and turning in his bed until Gilderoy shook him awake and called his name. At first, he still felt disorientated, not yet used to his new room until he saw Gilderoy sitting next to him. The little boy flung himself against the older male, seeking comfort. “They were chasing me, I had to run or they would eat me!”

“I don’t know if things will be normal I never even heard of this drink before. I’m not sure it even exists where I come from…” A short silence before he added, ‘It might have been too expensive for us to know as well… If I like it can I send some to my mom as well?”

“It’s not so bad others got it far worse than me.” He explained shrugging. It was far worse to see his mom get a beating then getting one himself. If only he was big enough to protect her. “I’m nine but I’m turning ten later this year.” His brows furrowed looking in confusion towards the elder man. “I do have friends but I can’t go play none of us can. They own us you see? I’m a slave. Most of us here are. We have these chips in our bodies we can’t go anywhere.” If he had not been a child he would not be so open about it. “I do have free time though! I’m building a droid to help my mom around the house. I can show it to you if you bring me home. It’s in my bedroom! There are still some parts missing but with some luck, I will find them in the junkyard soon so I can finish him.”

Once he returned to Anakin, Gilderoy crouched down a little to get at a similar level to him, talking quietly enough so that just they could hear. “Alright, Anakin. I have something to admit to you. I wasn’t quite telling you the truth earlier. I’m not exactly a Jedi, though we do something similar!” He hastened to add, not wanting to disappoint the child too much.  “This man and I go around and do good in the universe and save people in need, that’s what the Jedi do, right? My wooden stick..”  he twirled his wand over his fingers at this, multi-coloured sparks shooting from the end. “Isn’t a sword, but it can do other things, like help someone fly and turn their hair green...I didn’t lie when I said that I’m going to help you either, because I am. I’m going to free you and your mother once I’ve took you home, okay? No one will ever beat you ever again, and you can play and build your droid and do whatever you want, I promise.”

It was not common for Anakin to be scared of something but dreams were different. They took you by surprise, just like this dream had. In his dream, he had been running from an enormous Bonegnawer who was chasing him. He had been trashing and turning in his bed until Gilderoy shook him awake and called his name. At first, he still felt disorientated, not yet used to his new room until he saw Gilderoy sitting next to him. The little boy flung himself against the older male, seeking comfort. “They were chasing me, I had to run or they would eat me!”

Eventually, Anakin calmed down enough and let go of him. He sniffs and angrily wipes away some tears that had slipped out. “I am alright.” He confirmed with a small nod. “Sorry, I usually don’t have nightmares.” He adds in a small voice. A small frown appears on Anakin’s face in confusion. “What is hot chocolate? We only have hot milk back home…”  

As they walked out of the room and down the stairs towards the kitchen, Gilderoy concentrated, flicking his wand and murmuring some words as a small light appeared at the end of it, lighting their way without turning on the lights and waking everyone up. He spoke, quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone else, and also knowing that perhaps a ten year old boy wouldnt want the whole house to know he’d been afraid. “You don’t need to apologise about nightmares you know. I get them all the time, about all sorts of scary things.I’ve always found that things normally come alright with a mug of hot chocolate and someone to talk to though.”

Wizard World: Send this child to the death games! The goblet has spoken!

Gamma was curled up in a ball in bed, sniffling inaudibly when Gilderoy came in.  He winced at his voice, and curled up tighter when the curtains were opened.  “Windows bad,” he muttered, his crying getting a little louder.  “He beat me to almost death for looking out the window.  I can’t stand windows.”He didn’t face the man, nor did he really move at all.  “I keep having flashbacks, nightmares haunt me every night.  The outside terrifies me; what if I see him?  Or anyone that could look like him?  I’m okay with Barty and Scott, but others that I don’t know…I’m so scared.”

“He’s gone, I promise you he’s gone from your life. Remember? He doesnt even remember his own name, he has no idea who you are, he doesnt remember the children, and he’s halfway across the country and is not coming back to this town. Just take a deep breath now, okay? I’m just going to put my arm around you.”  He lay down behind Gamma, spooning him as he lay his arm tight around him. “It’s okay to be scared. I’m scared all the time. Take your time, I’ll be here when you’re ready.” @theeldritchmortician