Amelia Potter and the Chamber of Secrets PART 1

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Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Amelia squeezed inside. A long queue wound right to the back of the shop, where Gilderoy Lockhart was signing his books. They each grabbed a copy of Break with a Banshee, and sneaked up the line to where the rest of the Weasleys were standing with Mr and Mrs Granger.

'Oh, there you are, good,' said Mrs Weasley. She sounded breathless and kept patting her hair. 'We'll be able to see him in a minute ...'

Gilderoy Lockhart came slowly into view, seated at a table sur- rounded by large pictures of his own face, all winking and flash- ing dazzlingly white teeth at the crowd. The real Lockhart was wearing robes of forget-me-not blue which exactly matched his eyes; his pointed wizard's hat was set at a jaunty angle on his wavy hair.

Gay or a pedo. Amelia thought to herself.

A short, irritable-looking man was dancing around taking pho- tographs with a large black camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every blinding flash.

'Out of the way, there,' he snarled at Ron, moving back to get a better shot. 'This is for the Daily Prophet.'

'Big deal,' said Ron, rubbing his foot where the photographer had stepped on it.

Gilderoy Lockhart heard him. He looked up. He saw Ron – and then he saw Harry. He stared. Then he leapt to his feet and posi- tively shouted, 'It can't be Harry Potter?'

The crowd parted, whispering excitedly. Lockhart dived for- ward, seized Harry's arm and pulled him to the front. The crowd burst into applause. Harry's face burned as Lockhart shook his hand for the photographer, who was clicking away madly, wafting thick smoke over the Weasleys.

Definitely a pedo. 

'Nice big smile, Harry,' said Lockhart, through his own gleam- ing teeth. 'Together, you and I are worth the front page.'

When he finally let go of Harry's hand, Harry could hardly feel his fingers. He tried to sidle back over to the Weasleys, but Lockhart threw an arm around his shoulders and clamped him tightly to his side.

'Ladies and gentlemen,' he said loudly, waving for quiet. 'What an extraordinary moment this is! The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement I've been sitting on for some time!

'When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography – which I shall be