Boggart
Suddenly I hear small fists knocking on the massive door of my study. 'Daddy?' I look up from the papers. 'Yes, come in, my son'. The little boy appears in the doorway. His eyes wide open, his cheeks red, sweating all over his small trembling body. He starts crying immediately when he sees me. 'Daddy!' As quick as his small feet can drag him, he runs to my desk. 'Daddy!' he cries out in distress. 'There is something in my wardrobe! It is moving and making..it is making noises! Daddy, it must be a boggart!' I shake my head. Cissa was right. It was not a good idea to tell a four-year-old stories about boggarts. 'Now Draco, there are no such things as Boggarts in the house.' But the boy is not listening. He is clinging to my robes. 'Yes there is. In my wardrobe!' 'Draco, daddy is very busy. Be good boy and go back to bed.' 'No!'. I decide to take matters in my own hand. The paperwork must be finished by tonight. I rise from my comfortable chair and carry the child out of the study. Feeling his trembling small body against mine and smelling his freshly washed hair love overcomes me as we walk to his own room. Let's hunt the Boggart then! The room is dimly lit. Draco does not like to sleep in the dark. Especially not after my story. I put the child on his bed. 'Now Draco, where did the sound come from?' The child points to the huge wardrobe 'T-t-there!'. Slowly I walk to the wardrobe and open the door. Nothing. Except for Cosmos, our white cat. Sleepily, the cat looks up. She must have fallen asleep after she tried to escape. She stretches her paws and steps graciously out of the wardrobe. 'Now Draco look, there's the Boggart.' The child starts to laugh. 'Brave Cosmos! She chased the Boggart away!' I laugh as well. Next time I will just tell him about Quidditch again