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Gilderoy Lockhart, the lovely nurse that often came into his room kept greeting him. The blonde man assumed that that was his name, otherwise he was both receiving another man's post and constantly confused for said man.
Everyday was the same, a nurse or a doctor -or at least he assumed that the men flashing bright lights over his eyes from his magic stick- would greet him and check him over by waving her magic stick (a wand the staff would repeatedly remind him in exasperation) over his head and leaving.
What a strange name, he thought as he lay in his bed after the medi-witch (oh because, get this, magic is real) had left.
Blinking slowly, a smile plastered itself on his face. "I have a name!" he beamed suddenly and jumped off the bed, rushing to the window. He tried to open it, and when he found himself unable to he began pounding at the glass. He had a name! He had to tell the world.
"My name is Gilderoy Lockhart!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, he needed people to remember his name; after all, he wasn't able to.