Elysian Potter: The Forgotten Queen.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor do I own the original idea for this story. All rights for the characters go to the magnificent J. K. Rowling and the original idea belongs to CharmedMilliE-Karry Master.

Elysian's Theme Song: You Should See Me In A Crown, Billie Ellis – Castle, Hasley – The Devil Within, Digital Daggers

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Boggart in the Wardrobe.

Albus Dumbledore was angry. No! angry was too nice a word, Albus Dumbledore was PISSED OFF. He sat in the Wizmagots, doing his best to hide his rage, as Lucius ascended the stairs to the next level of seats reserved for the Founders of Hogwarts and Merlin himself. The seats hadn't been in use for over seventy years and so everyone was shocked when Lucius had asked for a reading and the Slytherin Seats had appeared on the paper.

Only he should have been able to sit in those seats, he was the only one with the power and knowledge that deserved to sit in those seats! Albus practically glared at Lucius with the fury of a thousand Suns as the voting power suddenly changed sides so that the Wigs – or the dark factions, in Albus' opinion – had all of the power contained in the room.

People had questioned Lucius when it first appeared but he refused to comment and Albus was debating the imperious curse to get the information out of him. The only thing that stopped him was the fact that Albus would soon be up there beside Lucius in the seats of Gryffindor when James signed over the rights to the seats. For now, he would have to content himself with remaining in the Headmaster's seat… but not for long!

~EP~

Draco didn't reappear in any classes until late on Thursday morning when the Slytherins and Gryffindors were halfway through double potions. He swaggered into the dungeon, his right arm covered in bandages and bound up in a sling, acting, in Elysian's opinion, as though he was the heroic survivor of some dreadful battle.

Of course, she had heard about what happened to Draco during Care of Magical Creatures. Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle had come barrelling into the common room yelling about how Draco had been attacked by a malicious animal. Apparently, Draco had insulted a Griffin so as far as Elysian was concerned, he deserved what he got.

"How is it, Draco?" simpered Pansy, pretending to love Draco. "Does it hurt much?"

"Yeah," said Draco, putting on a brave sort of grimace. But Elysian saw him wink at Crabbe and Goyle when Pansy looked away.

"Settle down, settle down," said Professor Snape, idly.

Elysian could see Harry and Ronald seething from their table. Internally, she grinned and held back a laugh as Draco took his place beside her and pretended to faint again. She knew Snape had seen Draco's little action and the fact he didn't even acknowledge it was even more infuriating to her twin.

They were making a new potion today, a Shrinking Solution. Draco set up his cauldron – or rather Elysian had done so – right next to Harry and Ronald, so they were preparing their ingredients at the same table.

"Sir," Draco called, "sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm –"

"Weasley, cut up Malfoy's roots for him," said Snape, without looking up.

Snape was standing beside Elysian's cauldron, which no one seemed to realise was a different colour to everyone else's. He was quietly giving her instructions on how to make the Wolfsbane Potion – which she had requested a few hours ago – and wasn't truly paying attention to the rest of the students.

"Professor," drawled Draco, "Weasley's mutilating my roots, sir."

Snape left her side and approached the table with his trademark sneer.

"Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley."

"But sir –!"

"Now," said Snape in his most dangerous voice.

"And, sir, I'll need this Shrivelfig skinned," said Draco.

"Potter, you can skin Malfoy's Shrivelfig," said Snape.

Professor Snape then returned to Elysian's side where she had just finished stirring the potion and it had finally turned lilac. Elysian was internally jumping for joy when Snape told her that it was perfect and would be ready in two days for Remus to consume.

Elysian was honestly shocked at how pleasant Snape was being around Remus since the dementor incident. Remus had informed her that he had apologised for what happened when they were in Hogwarts together and that seemed to ease the tension between them. It helped that they were constantly together due to checking on Elysian as, despite it being days since she had stood up to the Dementor, they were routinely checking in with her to make sure nothing else had happened. It was sweet and she had missed being able to see her Uncle Remus all the times, though she still preferred Uncle Sirius.

Speaking of Sirius, Seamus was whispering to Harry all about him and Draco was commenting as well. Elysian had no idea why everyone assumed that Sirius was after Harry or herself as all he had done was kill Peter and twelve muggles. Compared to what Dumbledore had ordered others to do in the past, Sirius had done nothing!

"You should have finished adding ingredients by now. The potion needs to stew before it can be drunk; clear away while it simmers and then we'll test Weasley's …"

The class ended rather quickly and soon everyone was rushing from the dungeons onto their next class. Elysian knew that the Gryffindor's had DADA next which meant that Slytherin's had a free period before their own DADA class.

Blaise and Draco took up each side of Elysian and led her into the library where Hermione was waiting, the Time Tuner McGonagall had given her hidden bellow her oversized jumper. Hermione practically ran into Draco's arms, making sure not to hurt the one Buck Beak – Draco had told her the name – had slashed him, and the two locked lips. Both Blaise and Elysian made a disgusted face as they settled down at a secluded table and began to plan.

It seemed that Hermione had warmed up to the idea of lying to teachers since the last time Elysian had included her in the planning.

"Why do you want to help Sirius Black, anyway, isn't he a murder?" said Hermione, her head resting on Draco's shoulder.

"Because he's my uncle," said Elysian. Hermione didn't seem convinced and Elysian knew that the next thing she said would bring Hermione firmly to her side, "and he didn't get a trial."

Once again, Elysian was correct and Hermione's tone instantly changed to one of support. Blaise squeezed her hand softly and turned to her with a questioning expression: "Why are you so intent on destroying Dumbledore in the process? I can understand you trying to destroy your parents and brother but why Dumbledore?"

"Because he is attempting to destroy our world by exposing us to muggles. Not only that but he is attempting to take away all our traditions and take from me all of the birthrights I deserve. It is my birthright and I will take what is mine, with fire and blood I will take it!"

Only Hermione seemed to not understand the weight of what she was saying. The boys, however, were very understanding and Blaise pulled her further towards him, giving her a tight hug just as Madam Pince called for them to head off to their last class of the day. DADA.

~EP~

Professor Lupin wasn't there when they arrived at his lesson. They all sat down, took out their books, quills and parchment, and were talking when he finally entered the room. Remus smiled vaguely and placed his tatty old briefcase on his desk.

"Good afternoon," he said. "Would you please put all your books back in your bags. Today's will be a practical lesson. You will only need your wands."

Everyone did as they were told.

"Right then," said Professor Lupin, "if you'd please follow me."

Remus led them down a rather empty corridor where they passed several ghosts and paintings. Elysian noticed some of the paintings and ghosts pointing at her and whispering as the class passed. Daphne noticed as well and sent them all a quick glare to make them stop but Elysian didn't even dignify their whispers with a look and instead held her head higher and continued like she didn't hear it.

They walked down a set of stairs and entered a room many students had never entered before. The staff room, a long, panelled room full of old, mismatched chairs, was empty.

"Now then," said Professor Lupin, beckoning the class towards the end of the room, where there was nothing except an old wardrobe in which teachers kept their spare robes. As Remus went to stand next to it, the wardrobe gave a sudden wobble, banging off the wall.

"Nothing to worry about," said Professor Lupin calmly, as a few people jumped backwards in alarm. "There's a Boggart in there."

Most of the Slytherins were either very pale, having encountered them before, while everyone else was perfectly fine. Elysian had been pushed to the front of the group by the boys and Daphne and Remus sent her a subtly wink when she grinned at him.

"Boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces," said Professor Lupin. "Wardrobes, the gap beneath beds, the cupboards under sinks – I once met one that had lodged itself in a grandfather clock. This one moved in yesterday afternoon, and I asked the Headmaster if the staff would leave it to give my third-years some practice.

"So, the first question we must ask ourselves is, what is a Boggart?"

Daphne put up her hand.

"It's a shape-shifter," she said. "It can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us most."

"Couldn't have put it better myself," said Professor Lupin, and Daphne glowed. "So, the Boggart sitting in the darkness within has not yet assumed a form. He does not yet know what will frighten the person on the other side of the door. Nobody knows what a Boggart looks like when he is alone, but when I let him out, he will immediately become whatever each of us most fears."

Elysian practically zoned out as Remus continued to explain about the Boggart. She was too busy staring at the wardrobe with a mixture of curiosity and intense fear. She honestly had no idea what her deepest fear was and she wasn't looking forward to confronting it but she knew Remus would suggest she go first. It wasn't because he was trying to be malicious, she knew that for a fact, it was because he wanted to know so that he could help her through them. Elysian just hoped that none of her plans were revealed.

Remus motioned for Elysian to step forward and everyone held their breath as the door opened.

Out of the wardrobe came a figure that everyone recognised… it was Elysian herself.

"We're weak," the copy hissed, "pathetic. No one would ever love us in a million years! We're going to get everyone killed!"

The Boggart then changed into Draco.

"Why would I ever be friends with a Potter?"

The Boggart then changed into a dead version of Draco.

"You Killed Me!"

The Boggart changed into a dead Daphne.

Elysian raised her wand, her eyes brimming with tears, and yelled out: "Riddikulus!"

The Boggart let out a cry and transformed into Harry wearing a pink skirt and a coconut bra.

Everyone burst out laughing and Remus handed Elysian some chocolate before sitting her down in a seat and continuing his class. Draco, Blaise and Daphne kept glancing at her from the line Remus had asked them to form but they didn't dare comment.

Turns out Vincent was afraid of fire, Draco was afraid of disappointing his father, Daphne was afraid of vampires and Blaise… Blaise was afraid of being rejected… by Elysian…