Boggarts again. Didn't we do this enough in third year? My fears are so much more real now, so much more powerful and harmful. Maybe I can get out of it the same way I did last time – stand at the back of the class and be inconspicuous.
"Mr. Malfoy, you're up next!"
Of course that wouldn't work. That would require too much luck, and it's Potter that's versed with that, not me. I move to the front of the classroom, wand at the ready. I'm very wary, I don't know what will turn up. I fear so many things now.
The boggart turns it attention to me and shifts. I am now facing myself. My lips tighten. This nightmare is possibly the worst it could have turned into. It sneers at me and raises it's wand. I can hear the mutters from the rest of the class, after all, why would I be afraid of myself?
The wand is turned to point at someone else. Someone on the other side of the room. I'm frantically trying to think of something funny to turn it into, but I simply can't. There is nothing even remotely humorous in this situation, apart from the irony that is, and I'm pretty sure irony doesn't work on Boggarts.
"Ava-"
"Riddiculus!"
CRACK!
Well, this image really isn't any better. Kneeling and saying "I live to serve, my Lord", now that I'm supposed to look forward to.
"I li-"
"Riddiculus!"
CRACK!
Fuck. I'm getting branded.
"Riddiculus!"
CRACK!
Sadistic smile, perverse delight, about to use a spell that will blow up the entire classroom, basically becoming Auntie Bella.
"Riddiculus!"
CRACK!
Same image, only the wand has changed focus and the words have changed.
"Cru-"
"Riddiculus!"
CRACK!
Oh yes, my absolute favourite, just after me tourturing and killing him. I'm pretty sure dead saviour is supposed to be on my to-do list, not the prevent-from-happening one. What's the bloody professor doing, I'm obviously having trouble getting rid of this bloody Boggart!
"Riddiculus!"
CRACK!
A dark haired man who looks slightly insane (and a lot like Auntie Bella) falling through an archway with a ragged veil across it. I turn to look at Potter, who has his wand pointed at the Boggart. He as an odd look on his face, as though that wasn't what he expected the damned creature to turn into. Or as if he's about to burst into tears any moment. Or a combination of the both. Then Granger got her wand out.
"Riddiculus!"
CRACK
Was that- Professor Lupin and the same man? But they were both naked, and-
"RIDDICULUS!"
CRACK!
Oh, so now the professor decides to regain control of the lesson. Weasly looked decidedly green, and Granger was bright red. I wonder why she's afraid of that? Is she a homophobe? Why those two specifically? Potter looked like he was asking her the same question.
"Alright everyone, good lesson! Class dismissed! I want a 4 inch essay on why the Boggart turned into what it did!" Um, because we're afraid of it?
I look at Potter. He catches my eye and stares for a moment. I turn and leave.