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Thanks to L.A.H.H. and lovesick.melody for reviewing the last chapter, and to all those who reviewed the previous two.

Here's chapter three because I don't feel like doing homework.

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I am shooed away from Draco sometime after dinner by Madam Pomfrey. She was kind enough to have the House Elves bring something for me to eat so Draco didn't have to eat alone, but insisted that he needed rest after he ate. I say goodbye, telling him that I will see him tomorrow before potions, and leave, making my way to the Gryffindor common room.

"Fortuna Major," I state, and the portrait door swings open, revealing Harry, Ron and Hermione sitting at a table off in the corner.

"Hey," I state, sitting down in the last empty chair. "What's up with you guys?" I ask at their frazzled looks.

"We visited Hagrid and he was in some right state because of the Malfoy thing, but he screamed at us once he realized that Harry was at his hut after dark," Ron replies.

"How is Malfoy?" Hermione asks, and both Ron and Harry scowl at the question.

"He'll be fine," I reply. "Pomfrey is going to let him out sometime after breakfast tomorrow. I'm going to eat my breakfast with him, so you don't have to bother waiting for me."

"You going to be late to Potions?" Harry asks.

"Probably," I reply. "But what's one more detention?"

Hermione shakes her head at me. "Wonderful attitude."

I shrug and stand up. "I'm beat. I'll see you guys in the morning."

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I wake up in the morning and quickly get dressed, seeing how pressed for time I'm going to be if I even want to remotely make it to Potions near its start. At the foot of the girl's staircase, I stop short, seeing Oliver in front of me, just leaving the boy's dorm. He grins and runs over to me, engulfing me in a tight hug.

After a few moments, I pull away. "Oli, I can't breathe."

He laughs and lets go of me. "Oli," I state with a frown. "I hate to do this to you, but I need to go- now. I am beyond running late."

I stand on my tip-toes and give him a kiss on his cheek, making him blush.

"We'll catch up soon?" he asks.

"Definitely," I state, and run out the portrait hole.

"You didn't have to come," Draco states when he sees me rush into the room.

"Shut up and eat," I reply, gesturing to the plate in front of him where a plate for me has been placed as well.

When we finish our food, Pomfrey tells us to get to class. I tell Draco to go on ahead to Snape's class so I can use the bathroom quickly. When I am finished, my eyes narrow when I look down the corridor to where Peeves is currently stacking a layer of glowing bricks.

"What the Hell are you doing?" I ask him.

"Is there something wrong Miss Blacky Black?" he asks, sticking his tongue out at me.

"I'd say, you fucktard. Your wall is blocking my way to class."

"Oops. Whatever will you do? Call your daddy for help?"

I glare at him, and decide to take the wall at a run so I can jump over it. When he sticks his foot out to trip me, I smirk at him, not realizing that he held the ability to make himself solid for brief moments. In my jump, his foot hits my own, sending me flying. My face scrapes a side of his wall and I land with all my weight of my left elbow.

Having had a decent amount of broken bones in the past, I know right away that my elbow is not in good shape, but I can't afford to miss anymore of Snape's class as it is a double lesson. So, grimacing in pain, I push myself up (ignoring Peeves' laughter) and make my way to the dungeons, holding my left arm close against my body.

"Black," Snape says with a scowl as I enter his classroom. "How nice of you to finally grace us with your attendance." Although his voice is ridden with sarcasm and annoyance, his glance to my face which I can feel is probably bleeding and the concern in his eyes tells me another story.

"Fifteen points from Gryffindor, and see me after class to arrange your detention."

I nod at him, not trusting myself to try to talk normally with the pain that is throbbing at my elbow. I sit down at an empty chair to the left of Neville and take my cauldron out, moving slowly as to not cause myself more pain. I look up at the board for the potion that we were to be making and notice that Snape is watching me carefully. He raises an eyebrow at me and I look back down, taking the ingredients for a Shrinking Potion out of my potion's kit, using only my right arm.

I prepare all of my ingredients before adding them to the cauldron, having only real difficulties while trying to skin a shrivelfig using only one hand. I smile after adding it, the potion having turned the bright acid green that it was supposed to. At my right though, Neville is in trouble and Snape sees it before I have time to help him. His potion had turned neon orange.

"Orange, Longbottom," Snape says, ladling some up above his cauldron so the entire class can see. "Orange. Tell me, boy, does anything penetrate that thick skull of yours. Didn't you hear me say, quite clearly, that only one rat spleen was needed? Didn't I state plainly that a dash of leech juice would suffice? What do I have to do to make you understand, Longbottom?"

I sigh as Hermione offers to help Neville, knowing Snape's reaction before he told her to stop trying to show off, stating that at the end of the lesson he will be giving Neville's toad a few drops of his potion. I smile at Snape's incentive but stop when I hear the conversation that was progressing behind me.

"Of course, if it was me," Draco says quietly, "I'd have done something before now. I wouldn't be staying in school like a good boy, I'd be out there looking for him."

"What are you talking about, Malfoy?" Ron replies angrily.

"Don't you know, Potter?" Draco asks, amusement in his voice.

"Know what?" Harry asks. I don't like where this is going, but I choose to continue looking in my potion, glancing to where Hermione is whispering help to Neville behind Snape's back.

"Maybe you'd rather not risk your neck," Draco states. "Want to leave it to the dementors, do you? But if it was me, I'd want revenge. I'd hunt him down myself."

I turn around quickly at that statement. "Shut up, now." I reply, earning looks from all those in ear range around me, most refusing to meet my eyes. No one has a chance to reply as Snape calls out to clear our potions away and watch the testing of Neville's.

Instead of walking to the sinks to wash my ladle with the rest of the class, I quickly wave my hand over it, making it clean at once, ignoring the look that Snape was now giving me.

I watch as Snape adds a drop of Neville's potion to the tongue of his toad and it shrinks to a tadpole. The Gryffindors applaud until Snape gives the tadpole the antidote and deducts five points from Gryffindor. "I told you not to help him, Miss Granger. Class dismissed."

I remain sitting and Snape waits for the class to empty before approaching me.

"What happened to you?" he asks, gesturing me to stand and tentatively placing his hand on my elbow.

"Peeves," I state, and hiss in pain. "Don't you have a class coming in?"

"No," he replies, leading me over to his desk. I pick my bag up and follow him. "What do you have next, I'll escort you there."

"Defense," I reply. "But I don't know where it will be."

"Going to have a fun time with Lupin?" He asks me sarcastically from the closet behind his desk.

"No one knows that he's my godfather," I reply with a scowl.

He hands me a vial of potion and I drink it without question, the pain in my elbow instantly subsiding. He waves his wand and then squeezes my elbow. "How's that?" He asks.

"It feels fine," I reply, bending it. "Thanks."

He nods and waves his wand once more, this time near my face. "That will have to heal properly; I just cleaned up the blood."

"Okay," I reply, and he leads me out of the classroom. "So what about my detention?" I ask, annoyed.

"Seven tonight," he sates with a grin as we climb the stairs out of the dungeons. "You can help me by brewing some potions for Pomfrey."

"Using me now, eh?"

"Of course," he states, and then looks at me seriously. "How are you doing?"

I shrug as he leads me into the staff room instead of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

"Lupin asked for this room for your lesson today," Snape states. "I'd rather not know why, but I'm sure he'll show up here soon," he finishes and sits down in an armchair, gesturing me into the one cross from him.

"I'm doing okay," I state, replying to his earlier question. "It's pretty much my first year all over again, except this time people think that I'm helping my father or something."

"You have no contact with him?" Snape asks me.

I narrow my eyes at him. "No, not since I told him to leave me alone. And before you ask, Remus has had less contact than that."

He nods as the staffroom door opens, revealing Remus and the rest of my class. Remus looks at me curiously but says nothing as he makes to shut the door. Snape, however, stops him. "Leave it open, Lupin. I'd rather not witness this."

He gets to his feet and strides past the class. As he stops in the doorway, I stand up, making my way towards the class. "Possibly no one's warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom," Snape states with a sneer. "I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear."

Neville goes scarlet at these words but Remus simply raises his eyebrows. "I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation," he states. "And I am sure he will perform it admirably."

Snape walks out of the room and closes the door behind him. When Snape is gone, Remus turns to me. "And what happened to you, Taylor?" he asks me, looking at the cut on my face.

"Peeves," I reply. "And sorry for being late Professor," I state with a smirk. "But if you wish to give me a detention it will have to be for tomorrow as I already have one for tonight."

His eyes narrow at me. "No detention will be needed." He turns to the rest of the class. "Now then," he states, beckoning us towards the end of the room where and old wardrobe stands. As he reaches it, it gives a violent wobble, sending those closest to it away a few steps.

"Nothing to worry about," he states. "There's a boggart in there."

Most of the class seems to think that that is something to worry about, but Remus continues. "Boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces. Wardrobes, the gap beneath beds, the cupboards under sinks- I've even met one that had lodged itself in a grandfather clock. This one moved in yesterday afternoon, and I asked the headmaster if the staff would leave it to give my third years some practice. So- the first question we must ask ourselves is, what is a Boggart? Taylor- why don't you answer it? Get back on good graces."

I glare at him for singling me out when Hermione had raised her hand and I hadn't. "It's a shape shifter," I reply. "It will turn into whatever it thinks will scare us most."

"Couldn't have put it better myself," he states and I roll my eyes at him. As he continues talking to the class about Boggarts, though, I can't help smiling at how excited he is for the lesson. Remus is a great teacher but it's hard for him to get a job in the wizarding world because he's a werewolf. People look down on him and he almost refused Dumbledore's offer, thinking that he was being too nice to him.

After teaching us the charm to use against the Boggart, Riddikulus, Remus turns to Neville.

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

Looking terrified, in barely more than a whisper, Neville replies, "Professor Snape."

Nearly everyone laughs, but Remus looks thoughtful. "I believe that you live with your grandmother?" Remus asks. "Can you picture what she wears daily?"

Neville nods, looking confused. I shake my head at Remus, knowing exactly where he is going with this.

"When the Boggart bursts out of this wardrobe, Neville, and sees you, it will assume the form of Professor Snape," Remus states. "And you will raise your wand- thus- and cry 'Ridikulus'- and concentrate hard on your grandmother's clothes. If all goes well, Professor Boggart Snape will be forced into your grandmother's clothes."

There was a great shout of laughter and the wardrobe shakes once more. Remus then asks us to think of what frightens us most, as each of us will have a turn after Neville. I have absolutely no clue as to what frightens me most, and whatever it is, I don't particularly like that I will be sharing it with the class, so when Remus asks if we're ready I simply shrug and watch as the Boggart exits the wardrobe as Snape, and Neville charms it so it's wearing his grandmother's clothing.

One by one, Remus calls each student forward and the Boggart changes from form to form.

After Ron turns the Boggart into a giant spider, Remus calls me forward and I freeze when it turns into something I by far hadn't expected. Seeing my surprise at the large werewolf in front of me, and that I had yet to move, Remus cuts in front of me, yelling "here!"

I back up slowly as the werewolf turns into a full moon. He tells Neville to finish the Boggart off and at the last bit of laughter at the Boggart turning into Snape in witches clothing again, it explodes into a thousand wisps of smoke and then disappears.

"Excellent!" Remus states as I avoid looking at him. "Well done, everyone…Let me see…five points to Gryffindor for every person to tackle the Boggart- ten for Neville because he did it twice, and five to each Taylor and Harry for answering questions. For homework, kindly read the chapter on Boggarts and summarize it for me…to be handed in on Monday. That will be all."

As soon as Remus dismisses us, I rush to the door, ignoring the cries from Harry and Hermione to stop.

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