Obliviate!
By Zoey Rowan
Rating: M
Pairing: Gilderoy L./Harry P.
Warnings: Angst, implied sex with a minor

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters.

Harry sat by the wizard's bedside, as he did every Saturday morning since graduating Hogwarts. Sometimes he read aloud, sometimes he just talked about his adventures. Occasionally, he just sat in silence, holding Lockhart's hand.

No one understood why he kept coming back to see the crazy wizard. And, if he was completely honest with himself, he didn't quite know why himself. After all, Lockhart had used him and then betrayed him. He had trusted the man, had believed him when he said he loved him. Had given him everything. But in the end, just like everyone else, he left him.

As Harry left that day, he told himself that this was the last time. That he didn't gain anything from visiting a man who didn't recognize or care about him. That it had been over the first time Harry gave in to Gilderoy's suggestions and caresses. And if he was being really honest with himself, it had been over the moment the affair began.

But every Saturday, at nine o'clock, Harry took up his post beside a mad man's bed. Lockhart lost his memory and Harry's trust that day in the Basilisk's lair, but Harry would always come back, looking for the love he had never found anywhere else. In truth, it was not the man who didn't know his own name that lost the most. It was the boy left behind.

Finis

I kinda feel bad about this one. Poor Harry. But, it's a writer's privilege to fuck with character's lives, so...there you go. Enjoy!