A/N : Plot bunnies have a bad habit of attacking me. This drabble/oneshot series is the product of that. The way this is gonna work is, at the beginning of each section, I give a small summary of it and a list of warnings. If you want to adopt one of these and continue it, go for it, just send me a PM and a link so I can check it out!
Harry's life at the Dursley's is worse than anyone knows or imagines. It's his third year, and Remus has just introduced the class to a creature that shows your worst fear. What will The Boggart show our beloved Boy-who-lived?
The Boggart
Harry stood in the line of students, anxious about what the boggart might show him. Would it show Voldemort; whatever he looked like now? Harry doubted it. While Voldemort might be slightly frightening, the only reason for the fear Harry had of him during the two times he had encountered him was because he was afraid for the people depending on him. Now, though…. Harry's mind turned to the previous summer. He unknowingly gave a bitter smile seen by a certain ferret as his thoughts went down a darker path. Shaking his head, he had a pretty good guess of what, or rather, who would be his boggart. As he steadily grew closer to the front of the line, Harry's hands started to shake with barely repressed terror. On the side of the room, Draco Malfoy was watching the black haired boy with curious eyes. It wasn't obvious, but he could tell that Potter was terrified. Of what, he didn't know, but it was entirely possible that whatever the creature would show for Potter's greatest fear wouldn't be something as silly as failing, like the mudblood's was, or something as generic as a fear of spiders. It was Potter's turn now, and the boggart wavered for a split second before turning into a fat man with a nasty grin and a belt in his hands. Draco's eyes narrowed in suspicion at the form the boggart took. Potter must be truly terrified of the man if his fear exceeds that which the dementors caused him.
Harry, wand in hand, shook as the boggart turned into his uncle. Uncle Vernon - the boggart- started approaching, and Harry tried furiously to get his body to move. Then, it started speaking.
"So, freak, how is your back? Does it still hurt from when I reminded you of what you are? Or what you will always be?" Vernon's face grinned nastily, and he raised his hand. Harry flinched instinctively, but was unmoving otherwise. He muttered something, and the man growled. "Speak up, boy!"
"Yes, sir." Potter said, eyes not meeting those of the boggart's. The man grabbed Potter's chin and jerked it to make the boy's eyes look into his. Everyone was watching Potter and his interaction with the man whose form the boggart was taking by now, their petty conversations forgotten as they observed the sheer terror in their saviour's eyes so obvious even the most unobservant of Gryffindors would be hard pressed to see it. The man spoke.
"What have I told you to call me?" He growled, and Potter shuddered before straightening, every muscle tense as his face all but turned to stone.
"I apologise, Master." The man smirked horribly, and Professor Lupin, unable to stand the blankness in his best friend's son's eyes, finally moved forward and flicked his wand.
"Ridikkulus!" Lupin shouted, and the boggart turned into a walrus with a pink tutu. After banishing it back into the cabinet, everyone's eyes swiveled to the Boy-Who-Lived. Potter gulped.