You gaze settled on the flames as your mind went over what you had seen. You've only just gotten out of Hogwarts, you wanted to see the world and make a name for yourself. From what you saw, you would, but not how you want to. You would spend years chasing after leads for fame and adventure. Yet you would never find it, you would simply take it from others, master the arts of the mind and clam what you could not do as your own.
You would become a disgrace, a fake that would lose everything, even your own memories as you try to claim the actions of children braver then you.
"Can I change it?" Your words flow through the small home that you live in. They were pointed to the man sitting across from you, an old looking man with white hair.
"Of course, you have not yet started down that path." The man grins as you look back to him, before he stands. "There are a number of paths that are now in front of you. You could dismiss what I've shown you, and follow in the path you have already seen. You could try to become the hero you would claim yourself to be, though less would know you then your first path." His grin widened as he offered his hand, "Or, you could take my hand, and truly become a hero of legend, though beware, the path will be layered with danger."
"What do you get out of this? Showing me my future, giving me this chance. Why?"
"Because you have potential, and I'm bored. What better way to get amusement then letting someone become a hero?"
It, well it wasn't what you were hoping for, but it was at least an answer. You sigh as you stand up, knowing that what your about to do is a bad idea, every story of demons and fey tell you to never take the offer of something that radiates magic far beyond your own. You reached out and took his hand,
A rainbow of colors swirl around you, colors refracting around you before the mans voice speaks in your ears.
"Have fun, Lockhart."
The world slowly comes into focus as you woke up from... something. Blinking you looked around.
[ ] A carriage full of people
[ ] A dank cell