Siriusly, Voldy? *Sequel to Why? Because of Them.*

Chapter 12: How Does He...?

 I pulled Lockhart aside to speak to him, while Harry was taken to the Hospital Wing. Poor boy has no bones left. I probably should go visit him, him being my godson and all, but that should wait. I need to take care of Lockhart first. He seems to be doing everything wrong ever since he came to Hogwarts. Much less fascinating than his books. Not that I read any of his books. But with Molly talking about it constantly when we visited the Burrow, it's almost as if I read them all cover to cover. I put my hands on my hips, tapping my foot on the floor, and staring at him with a look of waiting.

"What?!" He asked me, after a few seconds. I rolled my eyes and groaned.

"WHAT is wrong with you?" I asked loudly. I saw nervousness wash over him, but he quickly regained his confidence, although it was faint now. 

"I - uh - don't understand what you're - uh - talking about." He put on an innocent look, but I could see in his eyes that he wanted to end this conversation. 

"Ohh, you don't know what I'm talking about." I glared at him. "Well, MAYBE, we should visit the Hospital Wing and see how Harry is feeling. Do you have any idea why he might be in the Hospital Wing? Because YOU, the oh-so-amazing Gilderoy Lockhart...LEFT HIM WITH NO BONES!" I was yelling at this point, tired of this guy. 

"Oh - uh - that. Right, well..." He trailed off, and I noticed he was looking for his wand. I wasn't too worried, considering the guy can't do magic even if it was a choice of life or death, but I took out mine, in case of something happening. 

"Oh and let's not forget the Cornish Pixies. How many mistakes can you make before the school falls into trouble? It's already on the verge of closing because of the Chamber of Secrets, and there you are. You make the simplest of mistakes and put people into trouble. How much more of a prat can someone be?!" I said this whole speech, knowing I couldn't hold this in any longer. Unfortunately for me, I felt tears spring to my eyes. And why, you ask?

Memories, of course.

When I screamed at the Marauders, when I got angry at them for ANYTHING, and I would just start lecturing them. Trying not to think of it, I held back my tears and stared at Lockhart, waiting for him to say something. 

"I think we ought to go to dinner." Was all he said. I raised my eyebrow. 

"Is that all?" I asked. 

"Well. I will, of course, try to control these flaws, which I am sure will NOT happen again." He smiled at me and I smirked. 

"Good day to you, Professor Lockhart." I said with a laugh, walking away.

"Until dinner, Sapphire Evergreen!" He said as well, and I stopped dead in my tracks. He said - Evergreen. I walked closer to him and asked him. 

"H-how is it that you know my surname?" 

He looked nervous all of a sudden, again. 

"Didn't Professor Dumbledore mention it during the welcome feast?" He asked.

"N-no. He said Sapphire Black. It changed when I got married..."  I told him. 

"Oh it did? So which of the many people of the Black family did you marry, then?" He asked me. 

"That's not the point. How did you know 'Evergreen'?" I asked. He took a deep breath and told me that he went to Hogwarts when I was there.

"How come I never heard of you or saw you?" I asked. "Even though I knew you name sounded strangely familiar." 

"My years at Hogwarts ended when you were in your 4th year." He said to me. 

"So four years we were both in Hogwarts, and I never even saw you, but yet you know me." I was trying to process this. But, something clicked everything into place in my head. The Marauders bullied me those years and I didn't bother coming to lunch or dinner pretty often. Lily and Opal brought me food to eat. It all makes sense how I would never have seen Lockhart. 

"What house were you in? And how did you hear of me?" I queried.

"Gryffindor, of course." He said after a minute of hesitation. "Oh come on, if the Marauders annoy someone for that long, word of this spreads. Everybody knew you, just not in the best way." 

"Not until the 5th year." I said to myself and saw Lockhart nod. We both stood there for a few minutes until, 

"Dinner?" He asked me, holding out his hand. Well. Crap. 

I couldn't help but let a few tears slip, but I am happy it got dark. I remember when Sirius held out his hand for Opal and I, so that we would go to dinner with him, but I refused. 

This time, however, I took it, not quite processing this. 

"Let's go." I said. 

As we approached the Great Hall and sat down, already not holding hands by the time we reached the school, I thought of something. 

Why is it that I'm so sensitive to memories? Maybe it's because I could see, but not change the future. And I cherish the past.