Harry Potter

The second Harry saw Ron go against the boggart he knew he was going next, there was something in himself screaming to go next, he didn't understand why, maybe it was because the three of them always did everything together or maybe because Harry was craving to know what his biggest fear was.

Anyone who knew his life would thought his biggest fear would be Voldemort or something related to his death easter, after all, his life was based around who-must-not-be-named, every part of his life revolved around that horrible human being, yet, he knew Voldemort was far from being his biggest fear, he wasn't his biggest fear while he was alive, much less while dead, and this time Harry had made sure he stayed dead.

Harry feared so many things, he feared for his friends, he feared for his family, he feared himself and what he was capable of, he feared so much, yet, he couldn't guess his biggest fear.

Harry took a step forward, tightening the hold of his wand, the whole room seemed to hold their breath as the boggart twisted and twisted, changing its appearance until a replica of Dumbledore showed in front of them.

Boggart Dumbledore didn't even have time to say a word before Harry whispered the spell which forced the boggart to change its appearance once again to something that, apparently, was funny, yet, Harry was in no mood to laugh.

Harry felt like crying, he wanted to run out of the room and scream at the top of his lungs, he wanted to punch something, he wanted to get under the cover of his bed and never get out, he wanted to turn around and erased all his friends, classmates and teacher memories, because how on earth could he explained why he fear his old master?

He hated the boggart for being so accurate. He had buried that fear deep down and, still, it bothered him everyday, it made him want to cease to exist, it made him doubt his whole life, it made him suffer more than anything else in his life, because, had Dumbledore ever actually cared about him or was he just another pawn of his old headmasters plan?

Was he just that? A pawn? Had the man Harry most trusted in the entire world only been acting and keeping him alive so that he could do what he was supposed to do when the time came? Had he actually meant something to him?