Title: Oh Boggart of Mine
Summary: Alex Rider reflects on his boggart. And it's not who you think it is.
Warnings: You might enjoy this story!
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First, let's have a refresher course on what a boggart is: some supernatural object, or rather being (yes, I really don't know what to call them) disguised as your worst fear. I wonder, if people knew the secret behind my life, what they would assume my boggart is.
I've been held captive; I've been beaten; I've been spit on, spit out, and I've almost died. You would think I'm not afraid of much.
Most people would think Yassen was my boggart. After all, whenever I meet him I'm in a pretty bad position. And I do think he tried to kill me once, even though he won't admit it. He kills many people just because he is paid. But Yassen isn't my boggart.
Those who know about my time with K-Unit might think that Wolf is my boggart. After all, he's not exactly friendly, and in one fanfiction story, he almost tried to kill me with a butter knife. Tsk, tsk, Wolf… Not nice.
Others would say Eagle is my boggart. Hell, he's so hyper, I swear he's my worst fear.
Others would say the Grim Reaper is my boggart. That I'm scared of death.
None of the above are correct. None of those are even my fears.
My greatest fear is MI6.
I'm terrified that they'll come back for me again.
I'm finished with them and I'm adopted by Sabrina's family now.
But they can get what they want…
They are the law.
And honestly, that's the one thought that terrifies me more than anything else.
That's my boggart.
I wonder what the Defense of Dark Arts teacher would say if he knew my boggart was the Royal & General Bank?
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