I didn't create Harry Potter out of sheer boredom. That was JK Rowling.
In the next few days, Harry was driven to near-insanity by sheer boredom. He had picked Ancient runes and Arithmancy, and when Hermione had come in with work she had informed him that both her and Ron had done the same. He boggled at this; Ron had said he was going to pick the easiest subjects, and Hermione actually had free lessons on her timetable, 'to practice Animagicks', as she told him. It was amazing the amount of change one spell could have on a person.
However, that didn't stop him being bored. He had completed all schoolwork and homework, had brainstormed names to call Voldemort (he settled on Voldemoron), and had come up with a theory about his reaction to the cold (namely, because of his spider Animagus form), but he needed to get out of the hospital wing. He'd be driven crazy!
It was with many thanks, then, that he left the hospital wing early, with Poppy claiming that he would heal better without so much stress.
As he arrived at his first lesson, Defence Against the Dark Arts, he absently noticed Ron and Hermione saying something about 'the idiot Malfoy'.
"What's Malfunction done now?" He asked, and the other two jumped a little and turned to face him.
"You said you wouldn't try to escape!" Were Hermione's first words to him.
"I didn't, Madam Pomfrey seemed to think I couldn't heal in the hospital wing because I was so stressed."
"Oh, well then, I guess that's okay."
"Anyway, mate," Ron interrupted, "Malfoy decided to mess with Hagrid during Care of Magical Creatures and-"
"Wait, Hagrid's the Professor? I should go and congratulate him after DADA."
"Oh, right, you weren't there at the feast, were you? Of course you don't know," Hermione mused, then Ron took over again.
"And Malfoy decided to insult the hippogriff Hagrid was showing us, and it almost attacked him. Hagrid managed to stop it before it killed him, but he's a little shell-shocked at the moment, and I think he went to the hospital wing to get something for idiocy."
"He's just lucky it didn't lose Hagrid his job," seethed Hermione. "If he had, I'd have... PUNCHED him!"
Both Harry and Ron were bowled over by this, and looked at each other, before bursting into enthusiastic applause at her speech.
"I haven't seen Peeves yet," Harry suddenly said. "I hope he's stalking Malfunction."
Professor Lupin arrived at that moment, and started the lesson, still outside the classroom. "Good afternoon, class. Today's shall be a practical lesson, so please follow me." And he led them through a silent corridor and around a corner, letting them into the staffroom.
As they walked in, the first thing the class saw was a wardrobe against the wall, shuddering as whatever was in there struggled to get out. The second thing they saw was a teacher on the other side of the room. Snape sneered, told Lupin something about Neville which Harry didn't pay attention to, and left, his cloak billowing in the non-existent wind.
As the class filed into the room, Professor Lupin pointed at the wardrobe. "Nothing to worry about," he told them, "there's a boggart in there." Most of the class paled at this, but Lupin didn't seem to notice, and turned to them. "Right then, the first thing you need to know is what a boggart is. Can anybody tell me?" Hermione's hand went up and he called on her.
"A boggart is a shape-shifter, and it takes the shape of whatever frightens us the most. Nobody has seen the true form of a boggart because of this."
"A perfect explanation, Hermione, and one that I couldn't have worded any better myself. Now then, Mr Longbottom, why do you think we might have an advantage against this creature?"
"Uh, b-because i-it will be confused about w-what to turn into?" The boy in question stuttered.
"Correct! Now, pay close attention, I will show you the wand movement and incantation to counter a boggart." Everyone stopped their muttering, and turned to face the man, who now had an arm outstretched, with a wand in his hand. "Riddikulus!" Harry felt a slight pain, as if he had been punched somewhere, but he couldn't tell where.
The class copied him a few times, Harry wincing each time, at which point the Professor launched into another speech. "Now, the incantation and wand movement aren't enough to repel a boggart. You need to visualise something humorous, and force the boggart into that form. Mr Weasley, what do you think you are most afraid of?"
"Acromantula, Sir," he told Lupin, and a good portion of the class shuddered.
"Well, Mr Weasley, how do you think you could make a spider seem humorous?"
Ron thought for a second, then grinned. "I would like it to be a surprise Professor. Would that be okay?"
"Certainly," Lupin replied, then turned to the rest of the class. " I would like each of you to think of what you fear the most, then find a way to make it seem funny."
After around two minutes, the boggart was released. Ron stepped forward, and the boggart transformed into a ten foot tall spider. Harry saw Ron pale a little, but the redhead grinned and shouted "Riddikulus!"
There was a deafening crack, and the spider's legs disintegrated, leaving just the body, which shrivelled into a gigantic raisin. Ron snickered and most of the rest of the class laughed openly.
The rest of the class had vanquished the boggart, and now it was Hermione's turn. She had started shivering, and Harry wondered just how bad he. Fear could be, and hoped that she could find a way to make it funny. She stepped forward, and the boggart transformed with a crack.
Harry Potter was curled into a ball, covered in frost and stone cold. Harry could tell by looking that Hermione was in tears; her head was down, she was shaking uncontrollably, and her face was covered by her hands. He stepped forward and gave her a reassuring squeeze, before pointing his wand at the boggart. He didn't even need to say the incantation.
A column of light descended from the high ceiling of the room, and the rest of the class swore they could hear holy music playing in the background. Out of Harry's frigid body came a large golden ring. As it rose, the angelic form of Harry Potter followed the halo, arms and wings outstretched, and eyes closed in a peaceful expression as it ascended towards the heavens.
The entire class, including Lupin, were now on the floor, sides splitting from the inherent hilarity of an angelic Harry. Even Hermione managed a watery smile, and she threw herself into Harry, knocking him into the ground as she gave him a hug to rival Hagrid's in bone-crunchiness.
Harry smiled and hugged her back, to the sound of cheers and whistles, but realised something as he found himself thinking about his Animagus form, which now looked like himself freezing again. He wasn't an Acromantula.
He was a boggart.
Boom! I'm on a roll! This chapter was a little messy though.
Much foreshadowing has been resolved, but even more hasn't and there's probably more coming.
I love that word.
Foreshadowing.
Anyway, no, I didn't change Harry's Animagus form in any way because of reviews. As I've been saying, it was foreshadowed even before Harry's spider transformation, but I'll go more into that next chapter.