Okay, so I woke up this morning, and I looked in the mirror. Guess what? I'm not J.K Rowling! :O Yeah, so I guess I don't own Harry Potter...

A few weeks later, when it was nearly Halloween, we had a very... different Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson with Lupin. We entered his classroom to see a wardrobe smack bang in the middle of the floor.

"Okay then, third years, I'd like you to out your books down on your desks, then come gather round this wardrobe. It's a practical lesson today."

And so we did. It was a bit different to our normal lessons with him because over the past few weeks, we had done mostly book work, so it was a nice change. Besides, I did like practical work. Care of Magical Creatures, on the other hand, had immediately turned sour after the first day. I suspected that it could have something to do with the Buckbeak incident, but I would obviously never know now.

When we were all gathered in front of the wardrobe, Lupin spoke again, "Today, class, we will be learning about the creature currently trapped inside this wardrobe.," the wardrobe rattled, "Intriguing, yes?" The wardrobe shook from side to side, "Is there anyone who would care to venture a guess as to what it is inside?" It rattled again.

"That's a boggart, that is." Seamus said.

"Very good, Mr Finnigan. Can anyone tell us what a Boggart looks like?"

"No-one knows," Hermione said. She'd just appeared in the classroom. I supposed that she'd been busy with things and lost track of time, "Boggarts are shape shifters, and they take the shape of whatever a particular person fears the most that's what makes it so –" Lupin cut her off.

"Terrifying, yes." He said, "Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a Boggart. Let's practise it now, shall we? Without wands, please..." He paused, and waited for us all to be ready, "Riddikulus!"

We all repeated, "Riddikulus!"

"Good. So much for the easy part. The incantation, you see, is not enough. What really finishes of a boggart is laughter. You need to force it to assume a shape that you find truly amusing." He looked around the class, searching for someone, "Ah, Neville, would you care to join me?" He asked, although it was more of an instruction.

Neville just stayed right where he was – behind me.

"Come on," Lupin said, "There's no need to be shy."

Neville slowly edged to the front of the semi-circle, ending up next to Lupin.

"So Neville, what is it that frightens you most of all?" Lupin asked.

Well, if it had been me that was asked, I would have replied with one word, Voldemort, but Neville replied with a simple mumble, that not even Lupin could hear.

"Sorry, could you repeat that?" Lupin asked.

"Professor Snape..." He said, louder this time, and we could all hear him.

"Professor Snape... Well, Neville, he does frighten us all." He then repositioned Neville so that he was facing the wardrobe, but was still a fair few feet away from it, "I hear that you live with your grandmother?"

"I don't want it turning into her either..." Neville said.

"No, Neville it isn't going to. All I need you to do is picture her clothes – just her clothes, very clearly in your mind."

"She carries a red handbag, and..." Lupin interrupted him.

"We don't need to hear, as long as you see it, we'll see it." He explained, "Now what I want you to do, is," I didn't hear the rest, it was whispered into Neville's ear, but Neville nodded, despite looking rather mortified.

Lupin stepped to the side, took out his own wand, and said, "Okay now, wand at the ready,"

Neville followed suit, and when Lupin saw that Neville had his wand at his side, he counted, "One, Two, Three," then waved his wand, which opened the door to the wardrobe, and out stepped my father. A bit of a weird thing to see to say the least.

Neville froze for a second, in fear. I couldn't blame him. If I were him, I would have done exactly the same thing.

When 'Snape' started telling Neville how useless he was, which he wasn't at all, by the way, Lupin spoke again, "Think, Neville, think!"

Neville, taking the Professor's advice then pointed his wand at the boggart, and raised his voice just enough so that we could hear him say, "Riddikulus!"

All of a sudden my father was dressed in Neville's Grandmother's hideous clothing, the red handbag, the hat that seemed to have a bird just... plonked on it, and that dress...

Naturally, all of the class started laughing.

Lupin then took Neville aside, patted him on the back and said, "Wonderful, Neville, wonderful! Incredible, really. Now, to the back, Neville, and everybody form a line!"

Sort of slowly, everyone squashed themselves into a line. I was kind of near the front, just in front of Harry. Of course, Malfoy and his... goons for lack of a better word were insisting to go at the back, pushing everyone forward to get there, which wasn't very nice.

"Now, I want everyone to picture the thing they fear the very most, and turn it into something funny."

When he was sure that the whole class understood, though strangely the boggart hadn't moved since Neville had casted the spell, he told Ron, who was at the front of the queue, that he was next.

Nervously, Ron took a step closer to the boggart, which then turned into an Acromantula. That was Ron's greatest fear, spiders.

Nervously, Ron picked up his wand, and slightly stuttering, he casted the spell, and the giant, menacing spider lost its legs. Needless to say, that spider-boggart wasn't going to be doing any harm to him any time soon.

He seemed a little relieved, and he walked to the back of the room, joining Neville. After all, neither of them had any reason to be in the line any more.

Next to face the boggart were the Patil twins.

Parvati's boggart was a mummy, and when she cast Riddikulus, it was a bit more comedic; the mummy tripped over its bandages, and Padma's boggart was a cobra which became a Jack in the Box. Then they joined the two boys at the back of the room.

Despite there still being a few people in-between me and the boggart, I was nervous about what would happen when it came to me, I mean, Voldemort? He was scary, and not just spider scary, and those were scary.

And then it was Dean, and his boggart was a creepy undead hand. I wasn't a fan of it myself, so I could see why Dean might think that one of those was the worst things in the world... It then got trapped in a mouse trap. Well, at least it wasn't creeping towards us anymore.

After that, it was Seamus' turn, and his boggart was the worst so far, a banshee. I would have hated meeting one of those in real life, one of their screams could easily have killed me, or anyone for that matter. Well, at least Seamus' lost its voice.

The last person in-between me and the boggart was Hermione. When she stood in front of the boggart, it turned into Professor McGonagall, holding Hermione's (yet to even be taken) OWL results. They were all horrendous failures. So, Hermione was scared of failure. Well, it did kind of make sense... But when she cast Riddikulus, oddly enough, the boggart changed to holding an award. No-one laughed, but at least it worked for her.

When it was my turn, I just stayed in the line.

"Rory?" Lupin asked, wondering why I wasn't going on towards the boggart.

"Um... can I refuse to do this... at least right now, anyway. I just don't think my classmates would appreciate what my boggart is going to be..."

"Well," Lupin said, "If you're sure, but you are missing out."

"I am, really. Thank you anyway." I said, before joining my friends at the back. I wasn't sure how Ron ended up at the front of the line, whilst Hermione, Harry and I weren't, but I supposed that it didn't really matter.

So, with me at the back, it was Harry's turn.

He stepped up towards the boggart, still in McGonagall's form, looking rather confident and the boggart turned into a dementor.

The dementor quickly moved towards him, looking rather menacing, and Lupin quickly ran in-between the boggart and my brother, turning the boggart into the full moon. Of course, I knew why that was, but no-one else did. He seemed to look at it for a moment before casting Riddikulus. It turned into a balloon, which flew into the wardrobe, which Lupin then locked again.

"Right," Lupin said, "Sorry about that. I think that's enough for today, so collect your books from the back, that's the end of the lesson."

It was a little odd, but we all got our books, and had an early break from lessons. It was a good thing in my opinion.

Me, Ron, Harry, Neville and Hermione walked out together.

"Did you see Lupin's boggart?" Ron asked, "It was a moon, wasn't it? Why was it a moon?"

"I don't know, Ron." I lied, "But that was fun, right? It's a shame that it didn't go on for longer..."

"Rory, you didn't even try, how would you know?" Ron asked.

"Well, I imagine that it was fun. I mean, I would have scared the whole class with my boggart."

"At least we have a real teacher this year. We might just get somewhere with him..." Hermione said.

Sorry that this so late. Life's just got a bit hectic, and I finally got a chance to write again. I would have had time before today to write, but I've been a bit preoccupied at the moment - I got an incredibly cute, fluffy and soft baby bunny rabbit :) I called her Bambi, and I've had her for just over a week. I'm so happy, I'm literally happier than I've ever been in my life :)

By the way, this has been ready since the 27th of March, but FF hasn't let me put it up as a chapter :(

I'll try to update more often :)

Kaisha :)