I sat in the Dark Arts class. Amycus smirked as he walked in the room. "I heard you got a present from Alecto," he said, standing beside my seat. I looked at him. He brushed back part of my hair with his wand, exposing my wound. I smiled. "I appreciated it so much that I decided to give her a gift back. Unfortunately, I think I overspent," I said. "Compared to the Cruciatus Curse, this is nothing. Maybe she should think bigger next time." The smirk had disappeared from his face. "You remember the Boggart, yes?" he said, grabbing my arm and making me stand in the front of the classroom. "Yes. Professor Lupin showed us," I said. "Are you going to show us your fear?" "No," he said. "I thought it'd be a nice refresher to see yours." "You can't," Neville said, standing up. "Oh can't I?" Amycus said, unlocking a chest. Neville ran up and got in front of me, along with several other Gryffindor students. "Sit down," Amycus ordered. "No way," Neville said. Amycus locked the chest again and raised his wand. "Petrificus Totalus," I said, pointing my wand. Amycus froze, his arms snapping to his side and falling over. "You remember that one, don't you Neville?" I said. He looked at me and smiled. "Class dismissed," I said. The Gryffindors grabbed their things and started walking out. The other Slytherins just sat at their desks, a few of them glaring at me and the others confused on what to do.
"Why did you guys do that?" I asked as I walked with the Gryffindors. "We remember what happened the first time," Neville said.
*Flashback*
"Who hasn't done a round with the Boggart yet?" Professor Lupin asked as we stood in the class. Plenty of us raised our hands. "Okay. Um...Miss Potter, why don't you grace us with your fear?" he said. I smiled and walked to the front. "She's afraid of something?" Draco joked. I laughed a bit. "You ready?" Lupin asked. I nodded. He unleashed the Boggart. I watched it as it transformed. I smiled a bit when it became Harry and Draco with Sirius in between them. "That's your biggest fear?" Pansy mocked. "Your brother, your boyfriend and some killer?" "Maybe I just don't have fear," I said. I watched the three in front of me as they shifted their weight. In a flash, it turned to Harry, Draco, and Sirius on the floor, lifeless and bloody. I took a step backwards, losing my balance and falling back. From the closet, came a figure with a big black cloak. I just watched as it came towards me. Draco grabbed the back of my robe and pulled me to him, Dean taking my place. The black figure and the bodies quickly combined and became a disembodied hand. "Riddikulus," he said, flicking his wand. The hand got caught in a mousetrap. Professor Lupin put the Boggart back into the closet. I gripped Draco's shirt as tightly as I could, my hands shaking. He kept his arm around me, glaring at anyone who stared.
*End*
"I meant to thank you for that Dean," I said. He shrugged. "It was nothing," he said. "I just gave it a new form." "Isn't that why they questioned you after Sirius escaped?" Parvati asked. I nodded. "They knew I had some connection with him since he appeared. Of course it was Pansy who told the Ministry about it," I said. "Of course," Neville said. "Miss Potter," a voice said. Snape stood at the end of the hall. "Come with me." I looked at the Gryffindors. "See you guys later," I said, before walking away.
I walked with Snape to his office. "I hear you are still causing problems," he said, sitting at the desk. "I think I inherited it from my father. And then learned some from my godfather," I said. "I have to have something in common with Harry." "You sound proud," he said. "A little," I said. "Honestly, I don't think anyone in this school expects me to behave myself with those teachers." "Since when do you do what is expected of you?" he asked. "I always do what is expected of me," I said. "Except being sorted into Gryffindor. And not date a Malfoy. You know, I don't think anyone expected me to even be alive." "Miss Potter..." Snape said. "What?" I asked. "You have no idea what it's like." I sat down. "Do you know that when they announced my name to have me sorted, basically everyone was like 'Who's that?' That I have been called Harry Potter's sister almost as much as I have been called my name since I've joined the Wizarding World? That someone once told me that they thought I was dead when I introduced myself?" I took a deep breath. "I always hear people tell Harry that he has our mother's eyes. And that he looks like Dad," I said. "People don't even realize we're related."
Snape got up and stood in front of me. I looked at him. "You look like your mother," he said. "I do?" I asked. "You are more like your mother than you realize," he said. "You are smart like she was. Ambitious. Friendly. Gifted." I smiled and a tear rolled down my cheek. "I'm really like Mom?" I asked. Snape nodded his head. I wiped my tear and got up. I hugged him. "Thank you," I said. "There is no need to thank me, Miss Potter," he said. "I was simply stating a fact that you have missed." He returned to the chair behind the desk. "You will return to Slytherin House tonight," he said. "After the Fiendfyre incident, I'm sure you can handle it." I nodded. "Yes, sir," I said. I walked to the door. "Excellent work, by the way," he said. I smiled. "Thank you sir," I said before leaving.
