AN: This is a random one shot. I had the idea and just wrote it. I've tried out a new writing style and would love some feedback Also I am still writing Mine and will finish it sometime in the future. If there are any grammatical errors please let me know so they can be rectified.
His Deepest Fear
"Morning Class, today we will be learning about boggarts. Now who can tell me what a boggart is?" Professor Garland asked.
Three hands went up. Lily's, Severus's and most surprisingly Sirius's.
"Mr Black,"
"A boggart is a shape-shifter, it transforms into whatever you most fear," he answered confidently.
"Correct. 5 points to Gryffindor."
The Professor told the class that they would be facing a boggart today, taught them the ridikulus charm and told them to line up. He showed them the chest of drawers in which the boggart was dwelling.
Professor Garland pointed his wand at the chest of drawers and unlocked it, as the first student, Frank Longbottom stepped up.
A large cobra crawled out of the drawers, hissing menacingly, its forked tongue lashing wildly in the air.
Frank trembled but kept his wand pointed steadily at the venomous snake and spoke the incantation clearly.
Pop. It became a rag doll. Students laughed. More and more students stepped forward. Spiders turned into balls of black string. Fire turned into red felt. Mummies into toilet paper. And laughter, laughter all the while. Then it stopped.
Sirius Black had stepped up, the balloon from Remus's turn changed into a scene. A scene Sirius would never forget.
Three bodies were lying on the floor. One with distinctly round glasses. One with sandy brown hair. One with a plump body. The bodies though different were all covered in the same thing.
Blood. Scarlet blood. Pools of crimson round each body. And behind the bodies stood a boy.
A boy with wavy chin length hair. With stormy grey eyes. With his wand out. With an evil grin on his face. With Slytherin robes on. With his left sleeve rolled up revealing a mark.
Him.
It was his worst nightmare. Becoming dark. Losing his friends. Losing them because of his wand.
It was real. All too real. The grin. The blood. The mark.
The Dark Mark. Marking him as a servant. A servant to the dark. A servant. Nothing more. He was a servant to,
Evil. Ruthless evil. Calculating evil. Mysterious evil.
Voldemort.
But strangely enough, seeing this gave him enough motivation the cast the charm. To change the scene into 4 boys in Gryffindor robes with pink afros, grinning wildly.
He promised himself one thing that day. To make sure that scene never happened. To stay on the side of the Light. To never be tempted into the uncertainty that was dark.
Why?
Because Sirius knew that they were all he had and he had to cherish them. Protect them. Care for them with all his heart, as he knew losing them would be,
His end.
Well there you go I hope you liked it and please review. I am thinking about doing a series of one shots based on this from different characters POV's but let me know if you think it's a good idea.
