A/N I'm alive! Surprise! I haven't updated in awhile. My other Fic, American Idiot is not abandoned. I just haven't the time write it.

This is for Clarissa Anne.

On with the fic...

They entered the class room in anticipation for the new school year. It was the first class of their seventh and final year at Hogwarts for all those retaking due to the war.

Professor Lupin was taking over the class since Professor Snape had been reinstated as Potions Master. Slughorn had decided to retire stating 'I'm too old for this non sense.'

Professor Lupin had been leaning against the wall reading a book. He hadn't bothered looking up when they greeted him.

Draco caught a glimpse of the title. 'Cockatrice Venom: It's Uses'

"Today we are going to be dealing with boggarts."

The class was reduced to murmurs. Then someone decided to speak up.

"But sir most of us had already done this in..."

"In your third year, yes." Lupin interrupted. "This will only serve as a sort of revision. Can anyone tell me the the incantation." He looked up from his book at last. "Mister Malfoy, please."

The class looked at him, waiting for some sort of refusal. He hesitated. "Riddikulus." He said. He had meant for it to be loud but it came out nothing short of a small whisper.

"Yes and I agree with you this class is ridiculous." Lupin said. Draco blushed at the professor's comment. "The ministry's crazy with this protection. Normally we'd already be discussing Dark artifacts or better yet the Patronus Charm."

Draco had tuned out after that. He remembered third year and his attitude towards Professor Lupin. He recalled making a witty remark about the class to Goyle in a low voice.

Draco snapped out of his thoughts when he has shook. "Mister Malfoy. Mister Malfoy."

"Sorry, sir." Draco said sheepishly to the professor.

"My boy, would you like to take on the boggart first?"

"Yes, sir." Draco said.

He stepped up in from of the cabinet. He noticed it was a diffrent closet as the old one. Then he wondered what happened to the old one that was used when he was thirteen. Probably got destroyed or something because of the war.

He waited for a moment and looked back at his professor and at the rest of the class. They were all watching him closely.

The boggart came out. It transformed to his parents' dead body. It shifted again to his Auntie Bellatrix. She had that crazed look that she had everytime Draco saw her around the Malfoy Manor.

"Riddikulus!" He said. It turned into Potter wearing a skirt and was pole dancing.

"What the..." Lupin said, shocked. The entire class laughed and Potter was blushing a bit.

"That was brilliant Mister Malfoy." Lupin said. "Though I would appreciate it if you not use my class to proclaim your emotions on love to other students."

"I'll see you later at lunch then, Draco." Harry said, seductively. Draco winked at him. The class bursted into rounds of giggling once more.

The rest of the class had gone and took on the boggart. Almost all of the others had the same boggart as he. They all shifted to dead corpses of their family and friends. Potter had a go and I had expected his boggart into a dementor.

But it hadn't. It had turned to Granger. A dying Granger, to be more precise. They waited until it shifted to Weasley or Weaslette the golden boy's girlfriend, but it hadn't. Boggart-Granger just kept dying eveytime.

Potter aparently had enough and nearly shouted. "RIDDIKULUS!"

"I love you, 'Mione. You're the only family I have left. You're my sister." Harry said. "Don't leave me."

"It's all right, Harry." Granger tried to calm him. "It won't happen again. I won't die. I won't leave. I'll be here. See I'm walking and talking. I'm alive. Dead Hermione who jumped of a cliff isn't real."

After Potter had been calm, the rest had a go. He had thought everybody was already done when Lupin called someone up.

"Hermione, you have a turn."

"Okay."

She stepped up, just as the rest have and took a deep breath. The boggart shifted to two corpse, a man and a woman. He took a wild guess and thought it was her parents.

Granger pulled out her wand. Just as she was about to cast the counter charm, the boggart shifted. It morphed to a little girl. She looked exactly like Granger when Draco had first saw her on the train in their first year. He wondered why Granger would be afraid of her younger self. It spoke.

"Hermione." The boggart said.

Granger seemed to have forgotten that it was a boggart.

"Ellie!" Hermione said.

"You're a failure." Ellie-boggart retorted. "You failed Mom and Dad. You're a freak. We we're supposed to be freaks together. Freaks in the muggle and the wizarding world. When we jumped over that clift near grandma's place before we we're supposed to go to Hogwarts. Nothing more tham F. R. E. A. K. S. What's that spell? Freaks!"

"I...I..." Granger seemed to have ran out of things to say.

"Hermione! It's not real. It's only a boggart. It's not real!" Professor Lupin pleaded.

Granger wasn't listening. She was lost in the memory of what the boggart mirrored.

The boggart thing seemed to start singing some sort of chant.

Ellie and Mione

Freaks 'til the end

Mirror Mirror on the wall

I see my twinsy

Time and all

The library

Our book fortress

Our wonderland

Ellie and Mione

Freaks 'til the end

Boggart-Ellie had stopped the chanting.

Lupin was about to interfere, but Granger was quick.

"RIDDIKULUS!" She shouted.

The boggart shifted to two Eleven-year-old Grangers. Their hair where both an odd color. One of them had blue hair and another green.

"I bet we'd be Slytherins." Boggart-Ellie said. "Cunning and ambitious."

"Sounds about right." Boggart-Hermione agreed. "Isabella Anne and Hermione Jean the Slytherins!"

"To Slytherin!" Boggart-Ellie cheered.

Granger was smiling again.

The whole class had turned quiet. It seemed that everyone in the class had no idea about Granger having a twin sister. Even Potter and Weasley looked surprised.

The bell rang and the professor called, "Class dismissed."

Granger quickly left the room before anyone started to question her. Potter and Weasley tried to pack up fast and try and catch up with her, but it was no use.

Draco had exited the room last and was lost in his thoughts.

It dawned him. It suddenly made sense to him why she buried her head in books all the time. She wanted to escape. Somehow he felt bad about how he treated her in the past. The boggart was right. They would be considered freaks in both the wizarding and the muggle world. In the muggle world because of their muggle heritage and in the muggle world because of their magic.