A/N: Hello there! So this is my first Harry Potter or Doctor Who fanfiction, so please be kind with reviews! I don't have microsoft office or anything, I just have textedit, so I do appoligise if there are any glaring grammatical or spelling errors. I tend to have trouble with tenses and spelling, so if I decide to continue this, I will definitely need someone to beta.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Doctor Who. The belong to people who have a lot more money than me. (JK Rowling and BBC) ,

"Today we will be studying boggarts," Snape announced as he entered the Defense classroom, his robes billowing behind him. "Can anyone tell me what a-"

"But Professor Snape! We went over boggarts back in third year with Professor Lupin!"

"Ten points from Gryffindor for speaking out of turn. Are you the professor, Mr Potter? Until you are, I think it prudent you leave all syllabus decisions to me. The professor. Now that we have re-established our roles, who can tell me what a boggart is?"

All eyes turned towards Hermione, who, uncharacteristically, did not have her arm waving in the air, stretched as high as it could. She actually looked rather uncomfortable, eyes unfocused and she was chewing nervously on her bottom lip.

Boggarts? Seriously? Maybe I should try to bunk off...

"Miss Granger?"

"A boggart is a shape-shifter. It takes the shape of the intended victim's greatest fear."

"Indeed. As it so happens, I have a boggart in the desk over here. And since we are graced with the presence of the house that boasts bravery, we might as well take advantage of it. Gryffindors! All ready to face your fears? Remember: the charm to use against a boggart is Riddikulus."

"This is ridiculous," Harry whispered in Hermione's ear.

"Something to share with the class, Mr Potter?"

"No." Harry mumbled.

"No...?"

No, sir," Harry gritted through his teeth.

"As I thought. Well let's begin. Finnigan! You're up first!"

After Seamus cast the riddikulus charm on his banshee, the rest of the Gryffindors felt better about going up in front of the whole class to face their greatest fears. One by one, the Gryffindors went up to meet the grotesque, the disturbing, as well as the slightly comical.

Oh heavens. What will my boggart be? I probably won't be able to explain whatever my boggart turns into.

"Miss Granger! Pay attention! You are up next!"

Draco sniggered in the back of the classroom. "What do you think her biggest fear is? A 9 out of 10 on an assignment?"

"Oi Malfoy! Don't be such a tosser!" Ron hollered as he headed back to his seat after taking the legs off the giant spider boggart.

"Mate, you said the exact same thing third year," Harry quietly reminded Ron.

"Well, yeah, but... that was an entirely different situation."

"Whatever you say, mate," Harry replied, grinning shaking his head.

When Hermione approached the legless spider, it began to morph. After a few seconds Hermione and the class were faced with a stone statue of an angel. Her heart stopped and an icy cold feeling of terror spread throughout her body. It felt as if she had been punched in the stomach."Of course it's this. It couldn't possibly have been anything else." Hermione thought to herself, angry that she put her fellow classmates in danger.

Students and professor waited expectantly for Hermione to cast Riddikulus, but Hermione hadn't moved. She was as still as the statue; her impossibly wide eyes never leaving the angel. "Why didn't I think of this as a possibility? This is so far out of of my league. I don't think I can handle this. Weeeellllll... at least not without help." Whispers erupted around the classroom.

"Well that was anti-climatic. Harry Potter is her best friend. Think we'd see something remotely frightening."

"An angel? I didn't know Hermione was religious. Aren't angels supposed to be nice?"

"A statue? Granger's greatest fear is a sodding statue? You've got to be kidding me. Hahaha! Muggles are even dumber than I thought!"

"SILENCE! Now Miss Granger, don't be ridiculous. It's just a boggart. It isn't really an... erm... statue. You're... completely safe."

"No, I'm not. I'm the exact opposite of safe. Hogwarts, the Wizarding World, the whole of Earth! Everyone is in terrible danger and it's entirely my fault!"

Hermione continued to stare at the statue, her eyes glassy and unfocused. The angel stood about two meters tall, its gaze hidden behind closed fingers. On its back were large feathered wings and it wore floor length diaphanous robes.

To anyone who wasn't Hermione, the angel did not look particularly imposing. To anyone who wasn't Hermione, the angel might have looked quite serene and beautiful. To anyone who wasn't Hermione, the angel seemed extremely unusual as a greatest fear.

But to Hermione, the angel was completely, bone-chillingly, terrifying.

I have to act quickly. I can't let anyone touch that weeping angel.

"Miss Granger..."

But I really, really can't do this on my own. I am so in over my head!

"Miss Granger..."

Oh I should have bunked off when I found out we were covering boggarts today!

"MISS GRANGER!"

Without breaking eye contact from the angel, Hermione began to take charge.

"Everyone stay back! Keep your eyes on the angel! Don't look away- not even for a second! Look away and you're dead. And whatever you do: don't blink."