Title The Boggarts Meaning / / / Rating M
Warnings Features a character death, Ron bashing and some swearing. This story also contains some sex in later chapters…
Contains text from Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban…
-The Boggarts Meaning-
Previously on The Boggarts Meaning…
"Not really Mr Potter, it's just that Professor Lupin and I have noticed something that affects you and Miss Granger." McGonagall said, smiling. As they approached the front door, McGonagall said one thing that shocked Harry. "You and Miss Granger…you…you remind me of two people I have not seen in years,"
Harry looked shocked at the insinuation that the professor was making. In a way, something that she was saying made sense to him as even though he was scared to say it, he was in love with Hermione Granger.
Entering the deputy heads office, Harry saw on the wall a trio of portraits. The first one, he did not recognise, despite the similarity between it and the second one, but the other two recognised instantly as being portraits of his parents.
"Mom...dad..." Harry whispered, shocked that he had saw a portrait of his parents. Harry would later come to admit that he would be having a discussion about things such as his relatives with the portraits of his parents. Little did he know that Hermione was going to be having a discussion with Remus Lupin
Defence Against the Dark Arts Classroom, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland
25th June 1994
Remus Lupin had taken Hermione into the Classroom where he held the Defence Against the Dark Arts lessons, his intent being to discuss the elephant in the room regarding her and Harry.
Eventually their discussion had been completed, the two of them moving on to lighter things, such as how Hermione had done on her theory examination, how she had gotten 150% on her exam, but had been beaten out for second place, the only subject to which she was aware of, by Harry.
"It's something that his grandmother had excelled in according to what James had always told me." Remus told the bushy haired girl as she was confused by the result. "Potters have always excelled at Defence and Transfiguration."
Eventually Hermione left the room, her face completely in glee over what the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor had told her about Harry, how she had to admit now to Harry about her feeling for him were ones of love, of how she wanted to be with him for the rest of her life.
"What did Lupin want?" Ron asked, trying to be nosy. "Is it about your feelings for Harry?"
"Piss off Ron." Hermione said, slapping him. "Yes I am in love with Harry, and that is why I failed my exam! Now if you will excuse me, I will be back shortly as I want to find the person who is to become my boyfriend!"
The Courtyard, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland
27th June 1994
Harry, Hermione and Ron had finished their Care of Magical Creatures examination when they bumped into the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, who was sweating slightly in his pinstriped cloak, standing there staring out at the grounds. He smiled at the sight of Harry.
"Hello there, Harry!" he said. "Just had an exam, I expect? Nearly finished?"
"Yes," said Harry. Hermione and Ron, not being on speaking terms following another incident with Crookshanks and Stabbers, hovered awkwardly in the background.
"Lovely day," said Fudge, casting an eye over the lake. "Pity... pity..." He sighed deeply and looked down at Harry. "I'm here on an unpleasant mission, Harry. The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures required a witness to the execution of a mad hippogriff. As I needed to visit Hogwarts to check on the Black situation, I was asked to step in."
"Does that mean the appeal has already happened?"
"No, no, it's scheduled for this afternoon"
Before Harry could attempt to say something else to the Minister, two wizards came through the castle doors behind him. One was so ancient he appeared to be withering before their very eyes; the other was tall and strapping, with a thin back moustache.
From the insignia of their robes, Harry gathered that they were representatives of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, because tie very old wizard squinted toward Hagrid's cabin and said in a feeble voice, "Dear, dear, I'm getting too old for this... Two o'clock, isn't it, Fudge?"
The black-moustached man was fingering something in his belt; Harry looked and saw that he was running one broad thumb along the blade of a shining axe. Heading back to the Entrance Hall, Harry noticed how the man was already prepared for an execution.
"As long as Hagrid keeps his head this time, and argue, hi case properly, they can't possibly execute Buckbeak..."Hermione said, even though she was unsure of her own statement.
Later on that afternoon, following the final examination for Harry, that being of the subject of Divination, he saw Hermione sitting in the Great Hall, comforting the Care of Magical Creatures Professor, who was in tears.
"Buckbeak lost," Hermione told him, as he settled on the other side of Hagrid. "They're going to execute him at sunset. There is nothing else we can do about it."
"We've got to go," said Harry at once. "He can't just sit there on his own, waiting for the executioner!"
"No Harry, yer too young." Hagrid spluttered, his tablecloth of a handkerchief almost covering the Boy-Who-Lived. "Beaky…he…he's too much for you to worry 'bout."
"Hagrid. Buckbeak is…he…"
Harry hugged the friendly half-giant, hoping to help in the calming of him down. Little did Hagrid know that Hermione knew a way to save the Hippogriff…and a person who claimed to be Harry's godfather…
Defence Against the Dark Arts Classroom, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Scotland
30th June 1994
The door of Remus Lupin's office was open, his things still all over the place, the office being filled with paperwork and essays, despite the rumours that Remus was leaving.
"I saw you coming," said Lupin, smiling. He pointed to the parchment he had been poring over. It was the Marauder's Map.
"I see you're staying." Harry said, smiling at the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor. "Beating a record aren't you?"
"I'm afraid it is," said Lupin. He started opening his desk drawers and started inspecting the contents of it, ensuring that there was enough stock ready for next year. "I almost succumbed to the curse, had it not been for Sirius making a midnight visit to a certain Potions Master, even though you had told him to go and find somewhere to hide.
"Sirius managed to tell Snivellus off as that greasy bastard, not to talk bad about my colleagues, erm…accidentally…erm let slip that I am a werewolf this morning at breakfast." Remus continued, "The only people who can sack me is Albus and the Board of Governors, and I can tell you that your Great-Aunt, Augusta Longbottom, is one of them, along with your Great-Uncle, Jeremy Brown."
"Brown…brown…as in related to Lavender Brown?" Harry asked, missing the bit about Augusta Longbottom.
"Yes, Miss Brown and Miss Parkinson are both second cousins of yours, along with young Neville." Remus said, smiling. "I think another person who would be happy to hear about Sirius being innocent is young Miss Bones. Had your godfather attended his wedding instead of hunting the rat, he would have been her uncle."
"But how can I be related to Parkinson and Lavender?"
"Harry, your mother was the daughter of two Squibs, one of whom was the youngest daughter of Giles and Daisy Brown. Her older sister, Violet, married Cygnus Parkinson, and her older brother, Jeremy, married my aunt, Nora Lupin." Remus said, noticing the teens face. "On your father's side, your grandfather Fleamont had a brother and a sister who were younger than him, Charlus potter, who married Sirius's great aunt, Dorea Black, and his sister Augusta, who married Charlie Longbottom. Both your father, Charlus Junior and Frank Longbottom were all born within a month of each other. Your father envied his cousin because he was like Charlus and Dorea, a pair of…a pair of Pureblood bigots. The only difference between them and your father…your father hid his true beliefs until he married Lily…"
-The Boggarts Meaning-
Coming Up in Chapter 03 - The Summer of Innocence…
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