A/N: This is my first fan-fiction so please realize that I'm not that good of a writer, but if you disagree with that then please inform me. I have written this for far too many reasons to list, but the main one being that I am a delusional Harmonian and proud of it. But now about this fan-fiction, it takes place in third year and I am hoping to continue seventh year. So far the only pair that I am sure is going to happen is H/Hr. But now on with the show. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing though I wish that I did own Harry Potter and Hermione Granger.

Chapter 1

It was an ordinary day. The students filed into their Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Harry took a seat between Ron and Hermione and pulled out his copy of The Standard Book of Spells Grade Three as his classmates did the same. At that Remus Lupin entered, looking as ragged as ever.

"You won't be needing those today," he said motioning for them to put there books away. "We're going to be doing something a little more…" he paused for a moment, "hands on."

The class quickly put away their books away, curious as to what their lesson would be today. They wouldn't get their hopes up though. Their previous two teachers hadn't exactly been the best, so they weren't expecting much.

"Now if you'll please follow me," said Lupin, "and remember to bring your wands." They did as they were told, and followed Professor Lupin to a huge wardrobe which was shaking chaotically. "So who can tell me what is in there?" he said as he pointed at the wardrobe.

Hermione's hand shot straight up just as he finished the question. Lupin took a moment to scan the class to make certain that no one else had the answer.

"Yes Miss Granger," he said easily realizing that no one else knew.

"It's a boggart, sir."

"Good. So can you tell me what a boggart looks like?"

"No one knows," Hermione replied. "Boggarts are shape shifters. They take the form of what a particular person fears the most."

"That's correct Miss Granger, ten points to Gryfinndor," Lupin said. "As Miss Granger has stated, a boggart is a shape shifter that will take the form of whatever one's greatest fear is. So the best thing to do when facing a boggart is to not face it alone. When facing a group of people a boggart can easily get confused and become something that would not be terrifying at all. Of course there is also a simple spell to repel a boggart. Now repeat after me, without wands. Riddikulus."

"Riddikulus," the class repeated.

"Good. Now Neville could you come up here please."

Neville pointed at himself in a dumbfounded way and looked around nervously. The Slytherins would have found the look on his face priceless. Fortunately the Gryffindors were sharing this class with the Hufflepuffs. Neville cautiously made his way to the front of the class and stopped right in front of Professor Lupin.

"So Neville what frightens you most?"

Neville opened his mouth and replied in such a small voice that even Professor Lupin, whom was standing a few feet from him, could not make out what he said.

"Sorry, could you repeat that Neville?"

"Pro-Professor Snape," a roar of laughter erupted behind him.

"Professor Snape," Lupin said as he chuckled. "Yes, frightens all, and I believe you live with your grandmother."

"Yes, but I don't want that boggart to turn into her either." Another roar of laughter came as Neville attempted to obscure his face from view.

"It won't Neville, it won't," Lupin said encouragingly. "Now I want you to picture your grandmothers clothes only her clothes, clearly in your mind."

"She carries a red handbag…" Lupin interrupted his description.

"No need to describe, Neville. If you can see so shall we. Now what I want you to do is…" he leaned down near Neville's ear and whispered something that was inaudible to the rest of the class. "Can you do that for me?" Lupin asked. Neville nodded. "All right. Wand at the ready. One… Two… Three," Lupin flicked his wand at the wardrobe forcing it open.

A shadowy figure was inside. As it walked out it was revealed to be Professor Snape. He stepped forward Neville, who was sweating profusely. Though absolutely terrified, Neville raised his wan and loudly said the incantation.

"Riddikulus!"

Instantaneously another roar of laughter came, much louder than the previous two. The boggart that had taken the form of Snape was now wearing an odd hat with a stuffed turkey on it, a long green dress, and was carrying a red handbag.

"Good Neville, very good," Lupin said. "Now if everyone will please form a line."

The students eagerly scrambled to form a line, pushing and shoving desperately to get a good spot. One after another they confronted the boggart, each time more humorous then the last.

The class was flowing by smoothly. Harry was quite anxious for his turn when, without warning, an ear-splitting scream filled the classroom; causing most of them to put their hands up to their ears. Everyone began to gather at the head of the class to see what all the commotion was about. Harry hurriedly made his way towards the group. He knew who had just screamed and he was genuinely concerned. As he shoved his way through he couldn't but notice that everyone was now looking at him strangely. They gazed at him as though they were afraid of him. When he finally made it out, his first sight was Hermione. Her hands were covering her face and she was obviously crying. He noticed some tears escaping her hands. He wrapped his arms around her and began to rub her back. She didn't seem to realize that he was there and just continued to sob.

Harry cautiously turned around. What he saw next caused his entire body to freeze. On the ground in front of them was a bloodied body, but it wasn't just any body. It was him. He could hardly breathe at the sight of himself dead, but soon remembered what exactly was going on. He returned his attention back to Hermione. She had finally stopped sobbing, and was now drying off any remaining tears that continued to pour down her cheeks. Her eyes were glued to the floor. She couldn't bear to look Harry in the eye, to see the concerned look on his face. Suddenly she turned around and burst out of the room leaving a trail of tears on the ground. She fled so quickly that she forgot to gather her things, and so Harry decided to get them himself and follow her. As he made his way towards the door a hand held him back. He turned and saw Lupin.

"I know you're concerned for her, but right now I think it's best to let her have some time on her own," he said calmly, "besides class will be over soon. You can go after her then."

"I guess you're right," he said as he proceeded to take a seat next to Ron.

"Mental, isn't she? I mean it couldn't have been that bad," Ron said. "What did she see anyway?" he asked curiously.

"She saw…" Harry began.

"Wait. Don't tell me. Let me guess," Ron said interrupting him. He started to rub his chin. "I've got it. She saw that she got less than perfect on her grades."

"Ron, be serious about this. She was really hurt."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. So what did she see?"

Harry gulped and felt as though he was unable to speak. He still hadn't fully comprehended everything that just took place.

"Well, what she saw was…" the words came slowly out of his mouth.

"Was what? Spit it out!" Ron said.

"She saw me."

"You? Why would she be afraid of you?" Ron asked bewilderedly.

"I wasn't finished, Ron."

"Oh. Well go on."

"She saw me… dead."

Ron opened his mouth to respond, but couldn't find the right words. Instead he simply gave quick glances to Harry then to the empty seat beside him where Hermione would usually be.

This just made Harry feel more uncomfortable. He needed to talk with Hermione about. Yet the very thought of that conversation made his stomach churn. He was completely lost in thought until Ron finally spoke up.

"So are you going to talk to her about this?" he asked ending the awkward silence that was growing between them.

"I guess," he retorted. "I'm not sure. I don't want to make her talk about this if it's uncomfortable for her, but still…"

"I know what you mean, mate," Ron said sympathetically. "It's your choice if you want to talk to her about this."

"I don't want to, but I think I should," Harry said finally before giving out a large sigh. Apparently this wasn't an ordinary day after all. Not an ordinary day at all.

A/N: Well that's it for now. Please review.