"Let me clean that optic lens, will you? I'm certain that you'll see better after I've looked at it," Ahsoka chided R7. Although he had been pestering her to make repairs and clean him up, he didn't enjoy sitting still in her room. He longed to go out with her more often, and Ahsoka couldn't blame him for it. Still, she didn't quite feel that she could take him out as much as he wanted.

R7 finally relinquished his lens to her, leaning forward as to allow her easy access to it. Ahsoka, who was already sitting cross-legged on the floor, easily popped it out to begin her maintenance. Although it wasn't the filthiest she'd seen it, it was still satisfying to dislodge the space dust that had accumulated in it. After some tedious work, she was able to snap it back into its rightful place. Despite his earlier grievances with her, he whistled in pleasure at his clear sight. "I thought so!" Ahsoka said, smiling.

As she was about to get up from her position on the floor, there came a few quick rasps at her door. She sighed, and then looked to R7. "I hope this doesn't disturb my dinner again," she mumbled.

"Ahsoka Tano, please! I am in need of help!" a voice came from the other side of the door as she approached it, although it wasn't a voice that she found immediately familiar. As it was, she only received visitations from Hagrid, McGonagall, and occasionally Filch.

"Yes-?" Ahsoka said as she opened the door, only to find the most unexpected of people knocking. "Quirrell?"

The nervous-looking man was even more on edge than usual. He wrung his hands together repeatedly and his eyes twitched back and forth. His fear was pungent. "I fear I have something rather frightening, and I b-b-believe that as our head of security, you are most qualified to deal with this p-p-particular problem."

Ahsoka had heard that Quirrell had a stutter, but she had not been present to hear it before.

"Please, then, let's not waste our time. R7, I'll see you after dinner," she said, swiftly following the professor from the room. "Explain as we walk."

"W-well, I was in one of the unused classrooms on the seventh floor, and unfortunately there are a lot of cupboards that have fallen out of d-d-disuse. There are c-c-creatures that we call B-B-Boggarts that tend to…to occupy these s-s-spaces," he explained quickly to her as they rushed through the halls. Ahsoka was listening intently, as heading blindly into a situation was never wise.

Quirrell looked suspiciously at each student that passed, although Ahsoka could not fathom as to why. The professor was concerningly high-strung. "Yes?" she encouraged him to continue.

"They have the unc-c-canny ability to show themselves to you as your worst f-f-fear."

Ahsoka frowned. "That is indeed troubling. Why have you come to me about this matter, when you seem more knowledgeable in the matter? I do not know how to defeat such a creature."

"Oh!" Quirrell seemed startled by her suggestion. "No, no. I am unfortunately too f-f-frightened to face the B-B-Boggart. I cannot defeat it!"

"But you think that I can?"

Quirrell turned to look at her, briefly, but she caught a strange look in his eye. Annoyance?

"I k-k-know that you can. Besides, I will be th-th-there to tell you what to do. I just cannot b-b-bear to see my own worst fear."

Ahsoka reached for her lightsabers as her thoughts began to wander. As a former Jedi, she was not supposed to have fear. She was meant to let go of those emotions and attachments so that she would not fall to the dark side. Despite all of that preaching from the council, she knew that each Jedi Master still had their own fears. What they meant, as they hardly ever articulated, was that she was not meant to let fear control her. One of the many shortcomings of the Order, she thought bitterly.

Finally, they reached the door in question. It seemed like a room just the same as any other, but there were dark ripples emanating in the Force from within the room. "Just inside here," Quirrell gestured, but showed no interest in opening the door for himself. Ahsoka eyed him warily, but sensing that he truly was frightened, she opened the door for the both of them.

The classroom inside was dark, and seeing as there was no electricity that ran throughout the castle, it was not possible to simply turn on the lights inside. Ahsoka entered the room first, creeping with caution. She considered igniting her blades to cast light into the room, but something told her that she shouldn't.

Within the classroom, there were boxes and spare desks strewn haphazardly across the room. She had to navigate around them to find herself deeper in the room. "J-J-Just about there is where I last saw it…" Quirrell stammered.

And before Ahsoka could start to wonder what might await her, she heard that labored breathing that she'd heard so long ago. The labored, respirated breathing that haunted her every waking moment ever since she'd heard it on Malachor.

Then his lightsaber ignited, illuminating the classroom in a deep, blood-red hue. She saw his outline, a hulking, massive figure, before her. He was still, yet even Quirrell knew that such a figure was worthy of intense fear. Even then, both of them knew that he was not truly there. "Oh, bother," Quirrell breathed. She could sense him flee the room, conveniently closing the door behind him.

Coward, Ahsoka thought, but chided herself for doing so. Anyone in their right mind should be frightened of such a man.

Ahsoka ignited her own blades, their pure white light contrasting the desecrated Kyber of the sith's blade. It seemed as if that was what he was waiting for, as that was the moment that Vader lumbered forward, his great stature as intimidating as ever. Ahsoka took advantage of her smaller size, rushing him from a lower position. She had flashes of memory in her mind, reliving the day that she had met Vader. What was this, if not her having to repeat her worst nightmare?

She slashed upwards with both her blades, hoping to catch anything in the fan of her sabers. Such a move, however, was easily blocked by the sith lord. Trying to leverage her energy, she kicked off of his chest and flipped backwards, coming back into a defensive position. It seemed that, although this was but a phony, there were a great many things that posed a threat to her. Firstly, the Boggart seemed to be able to mimic the fighting style of Darth Vader to an incredible degree. Secondly, it seemed to be able to create a functional lightsaber, despite that knowledge going against everything she knew.

"Your skill is commendable, but you will never be a perfect copy," she taunted the Boggart. That seemed to answer another question of hers, as to whether or not the creature was able to also copy the vocals of whatever it was copying. Either it was hiding that ability from her, or it chose not to speak.

Anakin Skywalker was weak. I destroyed him.

Vader came at her once more, still not speaking to her. She didn't know if it was better or worse that the creature didn't try to copy his voice. On one hand, the silence was deafening. It was just her and it, alone in that dark room, recreating a battle that need not be remembered. However, she did not know if she would be able to emotionally handle his voice coming from the Boggart. Especially after Anakin's radio silence with her.

She blocked the incoming lightsaber with both of her blades. If she were stronger, she could have used one to attack and one to defend, but his strength was too great. It took all of her energy to keep his saber from bisecting her. With her strength focused, however, she was able to thrust him off of her with her blades. He stumbled back, but only about two paces.

Then I will avenge his death.

Using the moment to her advantage, Ahsoka did not wait for Vader to regain his footing. Using one blade to defend, she used the other to come down on him. That caught the Boggart off guard, who didn't have the mind to properly react to such an attack. He raised his arm to defend himself instead of his lightsaber, resulting in the loss of that arm. It didn't seem to bother the Boggart that much, as it only spared a glance at the lost limb before regaining its posture. He stood tall before her again, quickly blocking her next slash with the lightsaber. With only one arm left, he would not be able to make the same mistake again.

Revenge is not the Jedi way.

His defense changed just as quickly back to offense, but Ahsoka had the benefit of solid footing. Not only that, but she was light on her feet, whereas Vader was limited to brute strength. Before he had been disfigured by Obi-Wan and made dependent on his suit, he would have been able to match her dance step for step, but it was not Anakin that she was afraid of. It was Vader, and thusly the Boggart was only able to mimic him.

Finally, Ahsoka felt like she was playing a game of cat and mouse, with her being the one controlling the board. Although the Boggard played a good game, it simply wasn't capable of keeping up with her. It wasn't able to actually mimic Vader's skill, and given that it did not once employ any tricks of the Force, or even try to Force choke her, it didn't seem to be able to copy that particular ability nor his full might. It was, after all, just a creature with a neat trick.

I am no Jedi.

Finally, the Boggart raised its arm to strike at her. Instead of blocking, Ahsoka crossed her arms and lightsabers and sprang forward, uncrossing the sabers at the same time, effectively slicing the creature in half. It stood there for a moment, frozen, before it erupted into dust.

Equally, Ahsoka took that moment to also rest. She turned off her lightsabers, bathing her in darkness, and allowed herself to catch her breath. Despite the Boggart never coming close to the skill that Vader had, it was still a tough fight. She suspected that the reason for that had to do with her emotions toward her adversary, for even though she knew that she wasn't actually fighting Darth Vader, she was mentally reliving the real fight she had. That, she figured, was the strength of the Boggart.

As her mind cleared from her fight and the soul of Hogwarts crept back into her, making her aware of what was going on in the castle, she realized that a great commotion was occurring beneath her, and she had been none the wiser considering her fight.

She reignited her shoto blade to illuminate her way and ran to the door, only to find it locked. She scowled. Quirrell had abandoned her and locked her in the classroom? That certainly couldn't have been a coincidence. Wasting no time, she slashed at the hinges and locks on the door with her lightsaber and kicked the door down. She turned off the lightsaber, hooked it onto her belt, and sprinted down to the Great Hall, where she could sense the greatest amount of fear.

It did not take her long to arrive, but when she did, most of the students had already cleared out of the room. Madame Pomfrey was knelt on the floor next to a collapsed person in the middle of the hall, which after a quick glance, Ahsoka discerned as Quirrell. She frowned at the scene but didn't have the time to digest what was happening. Instead, she felt another bubble of fear, not far from her. Before anyone could stop and explain anything to her, she took off once more toward whatever disturbance was taking place.

By the time she neared the girl's restrooms, she could hear a great amount of yelling inside. "Do something!" a young boy shouted.

"What?!"

"Anything!"

After another moment, "Wingardium Leviosa!"

Then a great bonk. Ahsoka slid—literally—into the bathroom just in time to see a massive giant of a creature fall to the floor, just barely missing the students standing before it. Ahsoka, believing that the immediate danger had passed, stared incredulously at each student. There was a young girl with a tear-streaked face whom she knew was named Hermione Granger. Since she was the girl that saw Ahsoka using the Force, she thought that she should look into her. She couldn't find anything abnormal about the girl. The other two students were a familiar pair of students, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. "What is going on here?" she asked the trio. Having just been in a fight and just as soon sprinted across the castle, she was already exhausted.

"Yes, I think that is a good question!" McGonagall chimed in as she entered the restroom behind her.

The three students stammered some explanation about Hermione being in the bathroom, the boys looking for her, and then the troll (apparently it was a troll) finding them. Having seen their genuinely frightened reaction, McGonagall quickly sent them to be checked by Madam Pomfrey before they were to be sent to bed.

Ahsoka, eager to find some food before bed, made to leave, too. However, McGonagall caught her arm. She waited until the students were out of earshot before she said anything to the Togruta. "Where were you?" the older woman asked, but instead of accusing her as Ahsoka thought she might be, she seemed rather concerned about her.

"Quirrell found a Boggart in a classroom upstairs and asked me to take care of it."

McGonagall blinked in surprise. "A Boggart? And he asked you to take care of it?"

Ahsoka nodded in response. "He is our Defense Against Dark Arts professor, and as such he is the most qualified to take care of a Boggart. Why, how did you even defeat it if you could not use any spells?"

"I-Well, I killed it."

McGonagall looked into her eyes, likely trying to test whether or not she was telling the truth. Eventually, it seemed that she was satisfied with whatever she was looking for. "I will tell Dumbledore about this, but I suggest that you tell him yourself tomorrow. Get some rest, Ahsoka."

McGonagall released her arm, checked to make sure that Ahsoka was healthy, then went her own way. Ahsoka, who was raised in a war, did not let such an event affect her. She wandered towards the kitchens to request a meal.