Chapter one - Teddy's boggart
The Wotter kids were sat about the living room of the burrow. Vic and Teddy were curled up on an armchair, Dom and Fred playing a fierce game of wizard chess at their feet. Lucy and Louis were reading Witch Weekly, both gazing lovingly at Alexander Zeller, the famous Quidditch player. On another sofa sat James and Tilly who weren't speaking as per usual. Molly sat between them, rolling her eyes at their stupid behaviour. Rose and Al were sat in another corner, with Scorpius Malfoy who'd popped in for lunch and ended up staying for dinner. The youngest Weasleys, Hermione's twins, Nymph and Remus, were on their toy broomsticks, trying to race eachother across the room. Finally, Hugo, Lily and Rox sat in the corner whispering something about Arrie Creevey, Fleur's niece and their close friend.
Roxie got up and went to ask Fred something. 'Hey guys,' he said, 'Who remembers facing the boggart in third year?!' Everyone nodded.
'I remember mine like it was yesterday,' said Teddy, 'I remember it well...'
'When I was fourteen the Defence teacher was Professor Morris. He took us into this room with a wardrobe which kept rattling and stuff. I was really nervous because this was a lesson my dad taught Harry and he fainted and stuff. I didn't want to do it.'
'When it was finally my turn, I stepped up and I was so scared. My best friend, Cirrus, had already done his, it was a great big wasp that he riddiculused its wings into a propeller. It was quite funny, actually. Anyway, I stepped forward and it started to change. It turned into my parents and Harry and my grandma. And they all told me how disappointed they were in me, how I wasn't brave like them and that I was useless and no one would ever like me and they'd always think I was a freak and hate me. I felt sick and dizzy and I could feel my classmates looking at me, and Professor Morris, who knew dad, was crying a little and I think I was a bit as well.'
The family sat in silence. What happened?' asked Lily.
'I remembered where I was and I realised Harry and Grandma would never say those things, and my parents... They would be proud of me right now. They would be proud of who I am. So I did it. "Riddiculus!" and in just one moment they all swelled up like Harry's Aunt Marge and began to float around the room. Everyone laughed and it was okay again. What about you, vic?' he asked.
A/N: so this story is a kind of collection of drabbles/oneshots about the next generation and each of their experiences with the boggart in third year. Teddy is a favourite character of mine and I really hope you like it. Thanks so much for reading and if you do have the time to review it will be much appreciated :)