"Who Am I?"

Wha-who am I? Where am I? What is this place? Who are these people? What am I doing here? There must be something odd going on, but what it is I cannot seem to put my finger on.

I know I have interesting looking clothes on. They look expensive, yet grubby. Hmm... I can tell that I have straw blonde hair falling into my face. The hair is rather soft too, smells nice. Sort of a strawberry scent. I can also tell my back hurts. I feel it. It feels like I hit something.

Maybe I hit my head? There is a boy next to me. Tall, but can't be very old. Quite young in fact. Flaming red hair and freckles. I don't know him. Across from us, there's a hole in the rocks. A raven-haired boy with glasses is looking in from the other side. This second boy has green eyes and an interesting cut on his forehead, sort of shaped like a lightening bolt. Huh. This place is quite filthy. Wonder what I am doing here... Wonder who these boys are...

"Hello," I start, looking at the red-haired boy, "Em, who are you?" He looks at me. He seems confused, "Ron Weasley."

"Oh really? Well," I decide to ask another question. It will probably be stupid, but as they say, no question is stupid if it gets an answer you need, "And who am I?"

The boy almost grins and looks at scar-boy, "Lockhart's charm backfired! He can't remember who he is!"

I grin. Well, my name's Lockhart then. Odd name. I see a rock. I look at it and feel it just to see if it's real, to make sure I'm not dreaming. I pick it up. It's real. I decide I'm not going insane after all. I toss it, then catch it again.

"This is an interesting place isn't it? Do you live here?" Weasley stares at me as I am insane. Perhaps I am after all...

"No." He takes the rock from me. He must like it more than I do or something... So, if they don't live here, what are we doing here?

"So, em, what are-" Ow. I think I hit my head again, or my head got hit. Hey look, stars...

I wake up to see the two boys and a red-haired girl as well. I grin at them. Oh! Maybe I can leave and get some water now, or perhaps go tinkle. What an interesting bird... Never seen one like it. What's this? It's picking me up! The kids are holding onto it! How can such a small bird hold so much weight? I know what's going on! Magic! It must be! I might as well make my theory known, they think I'm bonkers anyway...

"This is amazing!!! It's just like magic!" They chortle behind me. Ah, well. We can hope that where I'm going, I'll get all my questions answered. We fly off on towards a castle. It's amazing....

-Lockhart (still a peculiar name...)