A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Seasonal Challenges: Autumn

Days of the Year: 20th November: Absurdity Day: Include the spell 'Riddikulus' in the story.

Tarot Cards: 8. Nine of Wands - Write about someone resilient. ALT, Write about someone exhausted.

Writing Club September

Scamander's Case: 3 - (plot point) maintaining eye contact

Film Festival: 17- (word) victim

Word Count: 610

Warning: implied abuse

Hannah stared at the wardrobe. Her entire body trembled. She knew what form her boggart would take, and she was not looking forward to fighting it. She knew the spell, she knew she needed to change it from terrifying to funny, but she didn't think she had the courage to do it.

"Miss Abbott, you're turn," Professor Lupin called. Hannah took a deep breath and stepped into the front of the room. The wardrobe opened slowly and a man stepped out. He was dressed in Azkaban clothing. He leered at Hannah with predatory eyes. Hannah let out a squeak of terror and tried to hold her wand steady. Her hand shook so badly she wondered if she'd even hit the thing.

"Riddikulus," she stuttered. The man seemed to pause, but continued to walk towards her. Hannah shook worse and her body started to sway.

"Riddikulus," she said again this time trying to put some power behind the word. This time, the man stopped and stared at her. She steeled herself, looking straight into his eyes. Professor Lupin watched. He was ready to step in if she couldn't do it, but he could see the determination in her eyes. This wasn't just about fighting a boggart, no this was something more, something much worse. This was Hannah Abbott standing up to something real.

"Riddikulus," she said, louder this time. The man seemed to trip over the air, his clothing tightening around him until he had shrunk to nothing and blinked out of sight. Hannah sighed in relief falling to her knees. Professor Lupin shut the door to the wardrobe trapping the boggart back inside.

"Class dismissed, Miss Abbott, please stay a moment." She nodded jerkily. She slid off her knees until she was sitting on the floor. Once the room was empty, Professor Lupin sat down on the floor next to her.

"Here, this will help," he said handing her a piece of chocolate. She took it numbly and nibbled on it.

"Do you want to talk about it, Miss Abbott? The boggart's form?"

"That was my uncle, sir. He... he's locked in Azkaban now for doing something terrible. I'm sorry, sir. I... I did finally get the spell right."

"I'm not concerned about the spell, Miss Abbott. I'm concerned about you having to face something you feared that much."

"I'll be alright, sir. Thank you for your concern and thank you for the chocolate," Hannah said with a weak smile. "He'll never get out sir, I know that, but... you said they take the form of your worst fear. I did beat him in the end though, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did."

"Good, I'm not going to be a victim again. I've got to get to potions, sir. I'll be fine," Hannah stated climbing to her feet. She flashed a smile at Professor Lupin and headed off on her way. He watched her for a moment and sighed. He hadn't realized she'd had such a trauma in her past, or that it would come out in the boggart. He sat at his desk and hoped the girl would be alright. She had seemed stronger when she left, maybe facing her fear here in the safety of the classroom would help her in the long run. He certainly hoped it would and resolved to talk to her in a few days just to make sure she was alright. He heard a noise and realized is next class, Slytherins, was starting to amble into the classroom. He put Hannah Abbott out of his mind for now and turned his attention to them.

"Good afternoon, class. Today we will be learning about boggarts."