A/N: Okay, so the idea for this fic came from love potions, which is actually the subject of the third chapter. The main character is Dean mainly because he's ignored most of the time and because I figured Hermione would've dealt with the situations differently (than what I wanted), and I needed a Gryffindor muggleborn from their year.

Each chapter is a one-shot that can be read alone, but they all take place in the same AU in my mind. Oh and I have three chapters currently written, not sure if I'll write more. I'll post the other chapters soon.

First (the bold) paragraph is taken directly from HP & PoA.

Warnings for this chapter: allusions to rape, sexual abuse of a minor, and gore.

Invasion of Privacy

Chapter 1: Worst fear

"Right, Neville", said Professor Lupin. "First things first: what would you say is the thing that frightens you most in the world?"

"Wait, what? You're asking him a question like that in front of the entire class?" Dean piped up. His fellow students turned to look at him, as he wasn't the most vocal of people in classes, and noticed that he was frowning and looking upset for some reason. Lupin looked a tad confused but smiled reassuringly at the boy.

"It's better to be prepared before you face a boggart: know what it is that scares you the most. That way you can think about how to make the apparition funny beforehand," the professor explained calmly, yet this seemed to make Dean even more incredulous.

"So you're having him – us – face a boggart in front of the entire class? One's biggest fear is not something you should just shout to everyone else! It's private," Dean protested vehemently, mumbling the last part and looking slightly embarrassed. Most of the students grinned, thinking that the fledgling artist was scared of something ridiculous, such as a clown or dogs.

"I'm sure you'll do fine, Mr. Thomas, no need to be nervous. And surely you can't be suggesting that your fellow Gryffindors would take advantage of knowing your deepest fear?" Lupin reassured the boy. To Dean, it couldn't have been any more patronizing, and he felt his temper rising.

"Fine. Obviously, seeing as I'm only 13, you know better. Since children clearly can never have genuine concerns about something," he spit out, glaring at his professor, who, along with all of the students, looked taken aback. They clearly had not expected such a vehement response from the normally mild-mannered boy.

"Right… So, Neville, would you mind coming up?" Lupin continued the lesson, only occasionally shooting glances at Dean.

The Gryffindor artist stared stubbornly ahead and observed the happenings around him with only half a mind. He was wondering how to get out of having to face the creature, as he most definitely didn't want others to know about that part of himself. The others seemed excited, if slightly nervous, and clearly didn't share his worries.

Finally, after Neville, Parvati, and Seamus had faced the boggart, Professor Lupin told Dean to come forward. The boy tried to protest, and refused to move, telling the Professor that he did not want to face the creature.

"Dean, I know that it may seem scary, but you can do it. If you refuse to participate in this class, I'll have to give you a troll," Lupin said reassuringly and smiled at the boy who couldn't help but stare at the professor incredulously.

"Have you been listening to anything I said? I will face the boggart, but just not in front of everyone else," Dean repeated his stand slowly. The other Gryffindors shot him odd glances, and decided that their housemate needed encouraging, as he clearly was scared (a feeling not befitting a Gryffindor).

"Come on, Dean, it's not that bad! Look, I managed to do it, it's not hard!" Seamus pointed at the boggart which was still in a loop of hideous creatures (and creature parts). Ron, Harry, and even Neville nodded at their roommate and told him that facing his fears wouldn't be that bad. Ron and Harry, as they hadn't yet had to face the boggart, were nervous too, but clearly couldn't wait to have their turns. Dean would have thought that the Boy-Who-Lived would understand him, seeing as he had seen and experienced his fair share of horrifying things over the years (the artistic Gryffindor also suspected that they didn't know even half of what was really going on in the wizarding world's hero's adventures). But Harry just smiled reassuringly at Dean, and it was at that point that his patience snapped. They clearly didn't understand that there was a good reason why he didn't want to face the creature. Well, actions spoke louder than words, Dean thought angrily before finally walking to the front of the classroom.

"Good, Dean! Now, just remember the wand movement…" Lupin told him, clearly proud of the preteen for deciding to face his fears. The boy glared at him before looking at the boggart and taking a deep breath.

The creature began to slowly change shape, until finally it turned into two people – Dean, and a man. The man, not that anyone else knew it, was one of Dean's mother's previous boyfriends – whom she had dumbed long ago, and who had ended up in prison. The reason for that wouldn't have taken a genius to figure out in the face of Dean's boggart.

Everyone drew in a breath, and Lavender let out what sounded like a horrified whimper. No one said anything, and Dean – the original, not the boggart copy – looked on resolutely before raising his shaking wand hand. He steeled himself and tried hard not to cry as he looked at the face of himself, tear streaks down his face, lower lip bit so hard that it was bleeding, and the hands of the other man on his body. Dean could imagine the whispers – "It's okay", "This won't hurt", "This'll be our secret" – almost as if the man was actually saying them. He took in a deep breath, reminded himself that it was just a boggart, and shouted "Riddikulus" while performing the proper wand movements.

The boggart changed itself into a body, lying down on the ground, its face so beat up that you couldn't make out who it was. Dean however, being the one who had cast the spell, knew that the corpse belonged to the previously seen man, and that it's rectum was bleeding just as much as the wounds on its stomach. It may have looked like the stuff of nightmares, but it was what the teenager had imagined many a night; what might be happening to the man in prison, especially if the other prisoners knew of his crimes.

A small smile tilted the boy's lips before he remembered his anger and turned to glare at the professor once more. Lupin, along with all the students, were white and had wide eyes. Dean could hear some of the girls (he guessed Lavender and Parvati, Hermione had more control than that) crying but resolutely ignored the signs of pity.

"Was that to your satisfaction, Professor?" Dean asked icily before glancing at the other students and walking out the door. As soon as he was in the corridor, he took off in a run and managed to get to a bathroom before sinking down to his knees and failing to keep the tears away.

He would sob in that small stall until dinner, when he would realize the time and make his way to the dorm room. There he would ignore the sounds of his roommates turning in, and just lay in bed for hours before sleep, along with nightmares, claimed him.

A/N: The other chapters are milder, but I needed something to drive the point home in this one. And seriously, I can't be the only one who wouldn't want their fears told to everyone.

If you're wondering what happened to Dean's school bag, one of the other boys grabbed it and took it to their dorm. Yes, he also skipped the rest of his classes that day. And yes, one of the professors talked to him about his boggart (and made sure he isn't being sexually abused anymore).

(Oh and according to my memory the Gryffindors didn't share their third year DADA class with any other houses in the book. Do correct me if I'm wrong, though.)

Reviews are golden, and if you have any ideas for future chapters (aka breaches of privacy in HP canon) feel free to share them ^^