Professor Lupin entered his classroom after his class had taken their seats. He was as shabby as ever but looked healthier than he had on the train, as though he had had a few square meals. Not pausing long he gathered his class and led them to the staffroom. Ignoring Snape as the potions master took his leave Lupin approached an old wardrobe.

"Now then," he began gesturing for his students to approach. As the wardrobe began to rumble and shake Remus smiled encouragingly, "Now, what is a boggart?"

Hermione quickly raised her hand, " It's a shape shifter," she said. "It can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us the most."

Lupin's smile only grew, "Couldn't have put it better myself." Before he continued his eyes widened and he peered past his students. "And what do I owe the pleasure Miss Black?"

Jaecyn cleared the doorway and strode into the room, a smirk on her face. Dressed in dark jeans, a black sweatshirt, and military boots the girl looked somewhat normal. Flipping the tail of her French braid over her shoulder she grinned at Lupin, "It's always a pleasure to see you Moony. I didn't think I'd be interrupting a class though, so I apologize professor, Snape told me you'd be here."

Remus winced, "Of course he did, go on."

The young Black shrugged at her elder, "I'm heading to Hogsmeade and I wondered if you'd need anything while I'm there."

Shaking his head Lupin's smile returned, "No thank you my dear, I'm all stocked up on my much needed ingredients." His smile dropped abruptly, "Has the headmaster cleared you to leave the castle?"

Jaecyn's eyes turned cold and she narrowed her eyes, "Dumbledore has cleared all access outside of the castle to me Professor. The dementors will not mistake who I am." Breathing deeply her expression softened and her tone turned wistful, "I have some provisions I have need of. The headmaster rushed me here without giving me a second to pack, not even my broom."

Lupin nodded and smiled once again, "Thank you Jaecyn, for checking in on me. It was nice seeing you, but its time to teach my students how to handle a boggart."

The young Black's dark eyes brightened considerably, "Would you mind if I sit in?"

"Of course not," Lupin grinned as he gestured to Neville to step forward and Jaecyn settled on an empty table.

Jaecyn sat on one of the many tables along the wall and laughed at the numerous fears. From Snape to giant snakes and banshees to severed hands.

A bellowed 'Riddikulus' from the young Weasley and his spider lost its legs. It rolled over and over, searching for another fear. Lavender Brown squealed and jumped out of the way and the boggart settled before Harry and paused. Seconds passed before a rotting, glistening hand, slithered back beneath a black cloak...a long, rattling breath came from an unseen mouth...then a cold so penetrating it felt like drowning. The boggart had taken the form of a dementor.

Harry froze, and the boggart approached leisurely. Lupin hurried forward quickly and stood between the two and the boggart vanished. Puzzled, everyone looked around the room before they saw a silvery-white orb hanging in the air in front of their professor, who cast 'Riddikulus' almost lazily. The full moon blasted apart, but the boggart wasn't done.

Jaecyn stiffened as the presence stopped in front of her and paused. With a crack her image appeared, of herself. The Slytherin stared agape at her fear. Several inches thinner and blood painted upon her body Jaecyn glared back. Stumbling forward the boggart attempted to reach the girl. Taking a deep breath Jaecyn stood and glared. 'Riddikulus', echoed around the room as the boggart was forced to assume the form of a book upon the floor. Stepping forward the prefect grabbed the fallen book, and hurled the offending object back within the wardrobe. Not sparing Lupin a glance she turned and walked out of the staffroom.

"Excellent," Lupin called out staring warily after his distraught pupil. "Very well, everyone, an excellent lesson. Homework, kindly read the chapter on boggarts and summarize it for me...to be handed in on Monday. That will be all."

Ron was basically bursting with excitement, "That was the best Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson we've ever had, wasn't it?"

Hermione nodded at her ecstatic red headed friend, "He seems like a very good teacher." She sighed, "But I wish I could have had a turn with the boggart."

The young Weasley snickered, "What would it have been for you? A piece of homework that only got nine out of ten?"

Walking slowly the trio paused at the entrance to another classroom and stopped to listen, "Leave me alone Moony, I don't want to talk about it!" Jaecyn Black tried to walk away from the Dark Arts professor.

"Jaecyn!" Remus called out exasperated. "You can't just run away from this. I can't believe you never told me it was to that extent!"

The young prefect scoffed, "And did you expect me to Remus?" Whipping around the witch stalked to within a foot of the professor, "What would you have liked me to have told you hmm? That he tore my body up to such an extent, that no one would have recognized it if I had been found dead? Or that it isn't the physical wounds that I fear?"

Lupin blanched and whispered, "What do you mean?"

Jaecyn chuckled darkly, "He not only left scars Remus, but he drove me utterly and madly insane. It took Dumbledore a month to clear my mind of those spells, and he eventually did. But not fast enough, I was trapped within my own mind for months, watching him torture me, taunt me." Taking a deep breath to continue the prefect stiffened and sniffed the air. "This discussion is over Lupin, we are no longer alone." Turning to walk towards the door she heard the three third years scramble away from the door and down the hallway.

Remus followed his student and fumed, "This discussion is far from over Jaecyn Alexandra. We'll talk again after you return from Hogsmeade."