Harry's Biggest Fear
"Harry! Come on get up!" Yelled Ron. Harry yawned and reached over to his nightstand to get his glasses. "Harry we only have ten minutes to eat and get to our first class." Harry jumped up and threw on his robes. Then him and Ron quickly had breakfast and then ran their way to Moody's classroom. They made it just it time for the start of class. Harry took his seat at the front of the classroom with Jenna, and Ron went back and sat with Hermione. Moody walked out from his office and came in to face the class.
"Since you all have been practicing this charm for three days now, I feel that it's time to bring out a Boggart for you all to practice on." Moody clunked his way away and then came back with a box. "Potter, get up here."
Harry got up from his seat and walked up to Moody. "Alright, when I open this box it will hopefully take the form of your biggest fear, a Boggart. You ready Potter?" Harry nodded and waited for Moody to open the box. Moody brought his hand up to the flap, and opened it. To everyone's surprise, the Boggart didn't take the form of a dementor; instead, it took the form of a man with shaggy black hair.
"Si-Sirius?" Said Harry as he dropped his wand on the floor and slowly walked up to him. Harry was just staring at him stunned at what he was seeing. Harry's bottom lip started to tremble and his eyes began to water. Harry's eyes were moving from Sirius's eyes to his smile. Harry's heart started burning as he approached his godfather. Harry ran into his arms and silently cried into his godfather's shoulder. He had completely forgotten about all the people surrounding him. He was just here with his godfather, finally. Harry's hug was so tight, and he squeezed his godfather's body. This is the place where he had dreamed of being for many months now.
"Ridiculous!" A voice yelled and his godfather then disappeared out of his grasp and fell to the ground and his swollen red eyes searched around the room. He saw that everyone was staring at him as to what just happened. Harry then realized that that wasn't his real godfather, just a Boggart. Why was his godfather his biggest fear? Harry then looked from the class to Moody and feeling completely embarrassed he ran out of the classroom.
Harry just kept running as far and as fast as he could. To his surprise he heard a voice traveling behind him calling his name. He didn't care, he didn't want to talk to anyone right now, so instead he just ignored it and ran into his common room, then into his room. He burst into tears at his pillow, and then from his anger he punched the bed,
"WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME? WHY!" And the tears were in a continuous flow down his face. He grasped his pillow and hung onto it as if pretending it were his godfather again. When Harry was able to gain control over himself, he reached into his nightstand drawer and took out his photo album. He flipped through the pages and just stared at his father's wedding containing Sirius as the best man. He was laughing. Harry's lip trembled again and he tried to crack a smile. He then grabbed his mirror and screamed into it, "SIRIUS BLACK!" For the millionth time nothing happened. Then a voice sounded in Harry's head,
"So you miss your Godfather do you?"
"Wh-who is this?"
"Oh who it is doesn't matter, it's who can bring him back that counts."
"Yo-You can bring him back?!"
"Well I can bring back anyone I want to."
"How? When?"
"Oh it's really quite a simple spell, I just need something from you in return."
"What? Anything!"
"Anything you say? Even your powers?"
"WHO IS THIS?" Harry repeated already knowing who it could be.
"I already told you that's not imp-"
"WELL IT'S IMPORTANT TO ME! VOLDEMORT!"
"Oh wow you are smart, but then again I am the only one who can read your thoughts like this and be within you. You have something I want, and if you give it to me, I'll give you your precious godfather back."
"NEVER!"
"Oh we aren't going to go through this again are we? Well seeing as no one is around I can curse you, and no one will be here to save you. So give me what I want or death!"
Think of something happy…Jenna… think of something blank…your hand…feel your heart, listen to its beat…breathe in, breathe out, breath in, breathe out…
"What are you DOING? STOP! ST—" BREATHE IN! BREATHE OUT! "—OP! You can't outstand me! I am Lord Voldemort! Crucio!" Harry felt pain spread throughout his body, BREATHE IN! BREATH OUT! HEARTBEAT! Harry thought loudly, he was shuddering like crazy; he tried to fight the amencing pain. The black ooze was once again erupting from his scar and was burning his eyes.
"BREATHE!" Harry screamed out in pain trying to fight off both the spell and Voldemort at the same time. There's no one here to help me. Am I going to die? I can be with Sirius again, but I will be letting all of these people down. Harry you need to fight it, Sirius give me strength. Then Harry felt a new surge of energy go throughout his body. BREATHE! HEARTBEAT! And then the shuddering stopped, but the unbearable pain beating throughout his forehead continued. Harry was too weak to move or even scream out for help now. HELP! Harry thought to himself some one hear me! Anyone……….
"Harry, hold on! Hear my voice." A young girls voice was sounding throughout his ears. "I'm going to go get help, hold on!" Please don't leave me… Harry tried to beg the girl through his thoughts, but she left. When she returned she came with Professor McGonagall.
"POTTER!' She screamed. "Stay here with him, I'm going to go get Madam Pompfy and Dumbledore." Professor McGonagall left the room with a bust and the little girl's voice kept on sounding in Harry's ears.
"Harry hold on, it's going to be alright Harry. I heard you scream from the common room and came running up. You are going to be okay Harry." The little girl grabbed Harry's hand and squeezed it. "It's going to be okay. Hold on." I hear you! I know it's going to be okay. Just take me away from this pain! Harry's scar was still burning in pain and the black ooze he could feel was dried on his forehead. The pain hurt him so much that he felt like he was drifting away, he couldn't hold on anymore. He heard the little girl's voice in his ears and felt her hand squeeze his, but he just couldn't hold on. He couldn't feel much air getting to his lungs now and he could feel his pulse starting to slow down. Come on Dumbledore. "Harry? Harry? Please hold on Harry, think of Ron, think of Hermione. Harry hold on!"
Ron…Hermione…Harry you have to hold on…I can't, I'm sorry guys…
Author's note: Hey I know this was a short chappie, and yes that was the biggest cliffhanger ever! Who is this little girl holding onto his hand? Why was his biggest fear Sirius? I'm such a dork, I cried writing that part. This chappie's my favorite; so if you guys want to find out more, which I know you all do, REVIEW! The more reviews I get, the faster the next chappie gets updated. HAHAHA!