We all walked into Professor Lupin's class, to find all of the desks had been pushed to the back of the room. Lupin was sitting on the steps up to his office eating an apple waiting for us. At the head of the class, a tall wardrobe which was rattling violently as if something was in it. My best guess was a boggart, which enjoyed hiding in dark places.

Once everyone, except for Hermione of course, was grouped in the center back of the classroom, Lupin stood and began to walk about.

"Intriguing, isn't it? Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what's inside?" Lupin asked, before nodding his head toward Dean.

"That's a boggart, that is," "Very good, Mr. Thomas," Lupin smiled, bowing his head before continuing. "Now, can anyone tell us what a boggart looks like?"

"No one knows," Hermione's voice came form beside me, making both Ron and I jump in surprise.

"When'd she get here?" Ron asked.

"Boggarts are shape-shifters," Hermione continued to explain, glancing at me when she said 'shape shifter'. "They take the shape of whatever a particular person fears most. That's what makes it so-"

"Terrifying, yes," Lupin nodded his head, finally stopping at the front of the room. "Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a boggart. Do you remember what it is, Rebecca?" Lupin asked me.

"Riddikulus," I answered plainly, feeling my face get hot at the attention from the class.

"Correct," Lupin smiled before turning to the rest of the class. "Let's practice it now, shall we? Without wands, please… Riddikulus!"

Everyone repeated him. "Riddikulus!"

"Good. But a little louder, and very clearly. Riddikulus!"

"Riddikulus!"

"Good. So much for the easy part. You see, the incantation alone is not enough. What really finishes a Boggart off is… laughter. You need to force it to assume a shape you find truly amusing," Professor Lupin explained before eyeing me. "Rebecca, will you come up here please?"

I shook my head sarcastically and stepped forward anyway until I stood before him.

"Would you tell us all what frightens you the most?"

"My father," I said quickly, knowing that if I didn't say it now, the boggart would say it for me.

Professor Lupin smiled sadly down at me before turning and opening the wardrobe. Out came my father, dressed in his fanciest clothes, a bottle of whiskey in his hand, glaring at me.

"REBECCA!" he yelled, his voice booming.

I could hear people gasp behind me, and I wanted to run for my life, or shut it up before it could say anything. But then I smiled brightly, pulled out my wand and yelled, "Riddikulus!"

"How dare you! You little, ugly, dumb, inhuman-"

Instantly, the boggart started pouring the bottle of mead on it's head and my father began to sing 'Singing in the Rain,' off key. I laughed before using a spell to shove the boggart back into the wardrobe.

I turned around to the class and bowed melodramatically before walking over to the side of the room, crossing my arms.

"Thank you for the demonstration, Rebecca," Professor Lupin bowed his head to me before looking into the crowd. "Neville, come up here, will you?" Slowly Neville nods and takes a few uneasy steps forward. "Come on, don't be shy. Hello. Neville, what would you say is the thing that frightens you most of all?" "Profter… Snafpt…" Neville mumbled.

"Sorry. Didn't catch that," Professor Lupin said, leaning forward.

"Professor Snape,"

Everyone laughed good-naturedly at Neville's fear as Lupin nodded thoughtfully. "Yes… frightens all. And I believe you live with your grandmother?" "Yes, but I don't want the Boggart to turn into her either," Neville quickly said.

"No," The wardrobe rattled again. "It won't. But I want you to picture her clothes, only her clothes, very clearly in your mind. Can you do that?" Neville closed his eyes. "She carries a red handbag-"

"We don't need to hear. If you see it, we will. Now, when I open this wardrobe, Neville, here's what I want you to do…" Lupin leaned close to Neville and whispered in his ear for a moment, making Neville look over at him unsure. "Can do that?" Neville nodded nervously, took a deep breath. "Right then. Wand at the ready. One. Two. Three!" The wardrobe opened again, and this time, out walked Professor Snape, glaring down at Neville angrily. "Think, Neville. Think!" "Riddikulus!" Neville cried. Suddenly, instead of black robes, Snape now wore a green dress and a black hat with a stuffed bird on top.

"Wonderful, Neville, wonderful. Everyone form a line,"

I called Neville over to me and smiled as he sat nervously next to me. "You did great," I whispered, making him look less nervous.

"Alright. Next! Ron!" Lupin calls as music begins to play.

Snape dissolved into a mad whirling mass, and then mutated into a giant black widow. Ron whined and wheezed as he pulled out his wand as the spider snapped at him.

"Riddikulus!" Suddenly, the spider was wearing roller-skates and was slipping and sliding until it finally fell.

"Parvati! Next!" Professor Lupin smiles. As Parvati Patil stepped up, the spider spun faster and faster, a dizzying blur until a giant cobra appears from the mess hissing down at her.

"Riddikulus!" The cobra's hooded head bobs back and forth before it transformed into a giant Jack-in-the-Bow.

"Next!"

Then Harry stepped up, grinning as he looked up at the bobbing Jack-in-the-Box. Harry's face changed a few times before the Jack-In-The-Box pivoted on its spring, it's face tumbling toward Harry, becoming a Dementor.

Suddenly, Professor Lupin jumped between Harry and the Boggart. The boggart spun until the robes turned to misty clouds, and out from behind them came the moon. Full and bright.

"Riddikulus!" Then the moon turned into a white balloon which flew around the room and back into the wardrobe. "Well done, everyone. I think that's enough excitement for today," Everyone moaned, groaned and whined as they moved to the back of the class to leave.

I however, moved silently to Harry's side, and for a long moment, the two of us stared at the wardrobe, staring down our fears that hid within.


Author's Note: I like this scene, and would have liked to know what everyone else was afriaf of, particularly Hermione. I wanted to make sure y'all knew how advanced Rebecca was even if it is a bit unrealistic and I wanted to show you what she's afriad of most... at least at the time.