The Will of Gil (Harry Potter)

Chapter 7

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Chapter 7– Needs Must.

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I open my eyes blearily, unaware of my surroundings and ignorant of where I am or what I am doing? Finally, my eyes are open, but I still can't see correctly. My eyes are too blurry, so I try to move my hands towards my eyes so that I can rub them awake, but I can't. I try again, but my hands can't be moved from my sides. In fact, they seem to be restrained by something that is wrapped around them-

Panicking, I start to shake and wiggle my arms, trying to free them, but I find no reprieve, and the more time I spend trying, the more I realise my situation. I am restrained to a chair and tied to it with ropes obviously cast with an Incarcerous. I try my best to break free with frantic urgency, but I can't break free no matter what.

Finding n purchase with my restraints, I look up to try and find some other means of escape. But instead of taking in my surroundings, my sight is drawn to the insufferable man standing a distance away from me, facing away from me, seemingly in deep thought, ignoring me like he always does.

"You bastard, what do you think you are doing? Release me this instance, now!" I can't help but shout when I see him. my anger bursts out with a fury, and I can't control myself when I see this buffoon galivanting and prancing around with whimsy.

"Hm, oh, you. Just go back to sleep. I can't deal with you right now." He turns around and says when he notices that I am awake, this bastard is once again ignoring me and telling me to go to- wait, wha-

"Stupefy"

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I lower my wand, having cast a Stupefy at the now unconscious form of Digby. D. Digworth, who I had tied to a chair which was coincidentally my only other one, having smashed my other chair when I freed myself.

We are currently in one of my spare rooms, and by that, I mean a room that is fully furnished with Gilderoy Lockhart paraphernalia and portraits. Literally, the walls are fully covered in paintings of me, like some weird collage shrine thing, and you can't even see the wall at all. I don't even know what colour it is.

I picked this room because it was the least with objects, and the fact that he hates me, and I thought it would be fitting for him to be surrounded by moving images of myself. I also didn't want Digby to break out like I did by using his surroundings, so I moved out the few things inside using the levitation spell Wingardium Leviosa.

However, I didn't have time to marvel at my use of magic, still shaken up by what had just happened to me earlier. The fact that this bastard had just waltzed into my house, that this fucking nobody had come through my front door and tied me to my own chair, it infuriates me, but more than that, it scares me.

This man wasn't part of the original seven stories. He was not even mentioned in any part of the seven Harry Potter stories, movies or whatever the hell else was made for this franchise. He was on the same level as one of the nameless wizards that shake Harry Potter's hands in The Leaky Cauldron or one of the countless wizards that roam around the Ministry floor, minor side characters that are so useless that they aren't even named, inconsequential.