I walked up to the dark closet, trying not to think of anything that scares me. There is only one other person in the room; Hermione Granger. I will try to tough it out, just to show her that I am not afraid.
The closet door creeked open, and out came my mother, happy as can be.
"You are afraid of your mother's happiness?" Hermione whispered. She judges very quickly, no wonder those two lunatics are her friends. Out of the closet came my father, with a very dissaproving look on his face. He muttered something, and my mother was on the floor screaming. Within ten seconds of the pain, her face had tears dripping down. I fell onto the floor and began to plead with my father.
"Please, you can torture me, not mother. Please, stop." I whispered in a small voice. He looked at me grinned and whispered the two words I was desperately hoping he wouldn't say.
"Avada Kedavra." he said, his eyes glassing over, and Hermione was in front of my limp, lifeless mother. The scene morphed into something I couldn't see, because of her being swift, and here were tears in my eyes.
She came and stood next to me, putting her arm around my shoulder.
"Shhh, Draco, it's alright. Shhhh, it wasn't real, it was just a boggart. Don't worry, your mother is still alive." she whispered. I looked up into her beautiful brown eyes and pushed my lips against hers. She sighed into my mouth and hugged me. Our lips came apart and her cheeks turned crimson.
"Better?" she asked.
"Much." I told her.