Up the Creek

Creepin' up on you

Creepin' up on you

is the wrong thing to do

I found your address

got your phone number too

Visit all the stores

where you buy all your clothes

Been to secret places

you think nobody knows

Rita was on a mission. She had found little dirt so far on Narcissa. So what else could she do than spy on the man she loved so much. Had he any more skeletons up his closet? Or was the only skeleton in his closet, making witches fall in love with him?

It came in handy, being an unregistered animagus. You could spy, without anybody knowing you were indeed doing it. She could follow him around anywhere as a beetle. She watched from the inside of the booth as he tried on new clothes, how he flirted with the sales witch.

She had even visited his private chambers, where he had a whole wall dedicated to his 'flames' as he called them. She was in there. She had seen it. And it looked like that he was admiring her picture more often than the rest all together. It had a prominent place on the wall. Not to mention that the picture was about ten times bigger than the rest of them.

No one else can love you like I do

Feel it when I'm creepin' up on you

I know that it wouldn't be right

If I stayed all night

Just to peek in on you

Creepin' up on you..

There was no one more able to love him than she was, Rita Skeeter, famous reporter for the Daily Prophet. But since she was shifted aside, well she could only enjoy him when he didn't know it was her...

She liked to stay all night and watch him sleep. She liked to join him under the satin covers of his bed. But it wasn't right.

I been hanging round

all the places you haunt

Spying on your friends

to find out what you want

Drinking from the glass

that you left on the bar

Follow you around

driving home in your car...

She had gone everywhere with him. She even went to Hogwarts with him, when he became a teacher there. She had spied on his friends, which turned out... he hadn't any. He was too much a narcissist for that. He admired his own handsome self more than he admired any female on the whole wide world.

He lacked teaching skills. He was certainly not up to the things he had said he did in his books. Hmmm, that would be some news if he hadn't done all those things. She was with him when he told Harry Potter and Ron Weasley that he hadn't written his books, and how gifted he was with Memory Charms.

Rita wondered why he hadn't erased her memory. He had known she was a reporter, but obviously he had loved her too much... He probably thought that she wouldn't harm him in any way... knowing that she was so in awe with him!

She watched him fall to the ground as his knees gave way. Cowering as he was, she saw him knock Ron Weasley to the ground and grab the boy's wand.

Rita quickly sat down on Gilderoy's shoulder.

"Obliviate!" Gil yelled.

The wand exploded and Gil was hit by the force of his own spell. But so was Rita.

When she came round, she saw Ron and Gil. But she didn't remember anything. She remembered that her name was Rita Skeeter. That she was an unregistered animagus, and that she worked for the Daily Prophet. Uncovering secrets that people wanted to stay secret.

But who was that handsome man, and who was that redhead who mistreated him. She noticed that the handsome man's memory was gone. He didn't knew who he was...

And Rita? Rita flew away! Away home, to a life without Gilderoy Lockhart!