Heeeeey crazy people, wassup?! \o/ I'm so happy because this chapter shall include Remus Lupin's first ever lesson... WOOHOO! Have I ever told you how much I love Lupin? Why did he die? D: He shouldn't have died... It was just too unfair to be true. To me, he's not dead - I wonder... Will he die in my take on the series? Well, you'll all find out in part seven - no idea when that will be out, but most likely right after part six! *o*

Wow, that was the worst joke ever.

Okay, reviews... Let me focus here:
MeganAllard - Olha, ja vou comecar pedidindo desculpas... Mas eu nao consegui incluir o Josh nesse D: Ele aparece no proximo, te juro. Mas esse realmente nao teve como. No fim tive que dividir mesmo x.x MAS tem a Lila, e ela é taaaao phodastica nesse capitulo... E ela fala do Josh entao... Menos mal! :p O restante ja te falei via Facebook, entao nao preciso comentar mais nada aqui - é ate melhor... Vai que alguem resolve jogar isso no tradutor e acaba decifrando minha historia D: no puedes!
Poseidon'sdaughter3 - :o Okay, why do you hate Trelawney so much? g.g HELLO NARF! Please don't be shy, I don't bite! I'm actually quite nice, much nicer than Sirius as a dog. I swear! I shall allow NARF to throw wheelchairs at... Lavender! *o* And I'm guessing Jessica wouldn't mind if a few hit Pansy along the way... She does have an evil mind, you know? :p
Usuihentai727 - :o really? Like, totally, totally hate? :o That's definitely a first! But hey - I'm all for people loving different parts of my story. I won't say how this will all end, but I'll let you know that I have all seven years planned out... I even created the Selwyn family tree - it took ages! But HOPEFULLY, you'll like how this all turns out!
Guest - Oh wow, another reader who dislikes Draco! So... The same thing really, I've planned this all out already and I can only hope you like how it turns out! But I shall not tell you who the final pairing is - muahaha!

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Riddikulus

Draco Malfoy only returned to classes on Thursday morning, having the audacity to arrive late. The Gryffindor's and Slytherin's were halfway through a double Potions lesson, with Professor Severus Snape. He casually walked into the dungeon; his right arm covered in bandages and bound up in a sling. Jessica narrowed her eyes at him. There was no way he was still injured after three days. Madam Pomfrey was magnificent when it came to injuries.

"How is it, Draco? Does it hurt badly?" Pansy cooed over him, as he sat down at his table. It happened to be directly in front of where Jessica was, next to Dean Thomas.
"Yeah... I'm just lucky it didn't have to be chopped off." He said, putting on a brave sort of grimace. Crabbe and Goyle snorted in the background.
"Not to worry, you have me to take good care of you." Pansy said, leaning on his good arm and kissing him on the cheek. Jessica felt as if she was going to be sick right then and there. Surprisingly enough, so did Dean.
"Get a room." He huffed.

"Settle down, students." Snape said as he walked among them. If it had been any other student disrupting his lesson, he wouldn't have been so patient.

Snape had them get started on a new potion today, a Shrinking Solution. Jessica watched as Draco set up his cauldron in front of Harry and Ron, so that they were preparing their ingredients on the same table. She scowled at him as she walked past. That was supposed to be her spot, not his. She settled her cauldron next to Blaise Zabini and silently got to work. She soon regretted it, when Pansy Parkinson stopped before her.
"You don't mind me being here, do you?" Pansy's high pitched voice asked. Jessica shrugged in response, not taking her eyes off her potions book. "Poor Draco... I still can't believe that giant chicken attacked him."
"Hippogriff." Jessica corrected, still keeping her eyes on the instructions. It was unnerving for her, how badly she wanted to slap Pansy across the face. Pansy was one of her childhood friends and she knew very well about her eternal crush on the blond. As a good friend, she should be happy that she's finally getting what she wants. Shouldn't she? She momentarily looked up when she heard Draco begging for help. Snape had, of course, obliged Ron to take care of the situation. It would've been funny, if it wasn't such a tragic situation for her two friends. She'd almost forgotten Pansy was still around.
"Yes, that. Either way, I just hope his father does something about Professor Hagrid. That man can't be allowed to roam free throughout the castle!"
"Pansy, I really need to get this done correctly. If you need someone to talk to, I'm pretty sure Millicent is up for it." Jessica sighed, rubbing her forehead in pure annoyance.
"Alright miss Crabby-pants!" Pansy sang, as she gently pulled on one of Jessica's curls. The young Selwyn suddenly wished she'd done her hair up in a tight bun, instead of leaving it loose. Pansy grinned happily and headed towards her friend, Millicent Bulstrode, and set up her things beside her.

"God, I thought she was never going to shut up." Blaise muttered.
"What are you on about? You practically live with her." Jessica raised an eyebrow.
"Don't remind me. You're the lucky one, managed to escape to Gryffindor." He smirked.
"Please tell me you're not going on about that still." She groaned.
"No... But it is fun to tease." He shrugged. "You do know that Mr. Malfoy is furious about all this, though, don't you? He will try to get Hagrid sacked, no matter what anyone says. Not even your father."
"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" She frowned. She tried to focus on her potions book once again.
"It's just a fact, Selwyn. I'm just trying to make conversation." He sighed. He gave up on talking when she didn't answer him. This was all still a little too complicated, even if he couldn't understand why.

Jessica eventually managed to get her potion exactly right. She felt proud for being able to do something completely without Hermione's help. Even if it had been on the second try. Somehow her first potion turned out a strange shade of blue. Professor Snape had snarled and quickly thrown it away, saying she could've melted the cauldron.
"It's accurate. You may clean your things." Snape said, when he came round to her cauldron once again. She didn't mind not getting a proper compliment; it was just his way of being.

Once all her things were cleaned and stored away, she headed towards Harry and Ron's table. They had both managed to get theirs done accurately and were now getting started on Draco's potion. Draco simply watched as they got to work, smirking every now and then for having people doing things for him. She managed to send him a disgusted look, once she was close enough. He narrowed his eyes slightly at her in response.
"Need help?" She grinned towards her two friends.
"Could you finish cutting up these caterpillars?" Harry asked, stepping to the side so she could fit in between him and Ron. She shrugged and started chopping. Draco looked up slightly when he saw her get to work. Having her do his work for him, willingly, somehow made him even happier.
"He's such a prat." Ron whispered, sending Draco a slight glare.
"Yes... But let's not worry about that now. The three of us can get this done quickly and Snape won't be able to tell us off for no reason." Jessica sighed.

The three were almost done when Seamus Finnigan decided to stop by their table, pretending to borrow the brass scales. Malfoy, however, wasn't buying it and decided to look up from his sleeve and pay attention to their conversation.
"Did you all hear?" Seamus eagerly asked, in his usual heavy Irish accent. "The Daily Prophet this morning... They reckon Sirius Black's been sighted."
"Where?" Harry and Ron asked simultaneously. Both had their eyes wide.
"Not too far from here. It was a muggle who saw him. 'Course, she didn't really understand. Muggle's think he's a regular criminal, don't they? So she phoned the telephone hot line. By the time the Ministry got there, he was gone."
"Not too far from here..." Jessica repeated, replaying Seamus' words in her head and trying to see past the heavy accent. Draco Malfoy was staring at them, with one eyebrow raised.
"What, Malfoy? Need something else skinned?" Ron asked, irritably. Draco didn't seem fazed by Ron's attitude. His eyes were shining malevolently, and they fixed on Harry.
"I bet you're thinking of trying to catch Black single-handed, aren't you, Potter?"
"Yes, of course. That would be my initial idea." Harry replied, rolling his eyes at the stupidity. However, Malfoy's smirk was curving into an evil smile.
"Of course, if it was me..." He said, quietly, leaning across the table slightly. "I'd have done something before now. I wouldn't be staying in school like a good boy. I'd be out there looking for him. I'd want revenge."
"Did you mother ever drop you on your head as a baby?" Jessica wondered, tilting her head to the side slightly. "Or was it that one time Josh knocked you into a tree?"
Draco glared at her for a good five seconds, or so. Jessica smirked evilly before returning her attention to the potion. Part of her wanted to get it wrong, but she knew Snape would never take points away from Draco. He eventually went back to staring at Harry.
"Don't you know, Potter?" Draco breathed, his ice-cold eyes narrowed. He was tempted to blurt out all he knew, all the information he'd received or overheard, but he wouldn't. Instead, he let out a short, cold, chuckle. "Maybe you'd rather not risk your neck. You'd rather leave him to the Dementor's, wouldn't you? But if it was me, I'd hunt him down myself."
"What are you talking about?" Harry said, angrily.

"You should have finished adding your ingredients by now! This potion needs to stew before it can be drunk, so clear away while it simmers and we'll test Longbottom's." Snape snarled, interrupting their conversation. Draco Malfoy gave them all one, last, cold look before heading towards his friends.
"That boy's gone mental." Jessica nodded.
"What do you suppose he meant?" Harry wondered.
"He's just trying to get you to do something stupid." Ron groaned. "The stupid git wasn't even making any sense! Jess' right, he's gone mental."

Everyone gathered round Neville Longbottom's cauldron. Poor Neville, looked as though he could crawl into a dark hole that very second. Snape scowled as he picked up Trevor, Neville's pet toad.
"If Mr. Longbottom has managed to produce a Shrinking Solution, this toad will shrink into a tadpole. If, as I don't doubt, he has done it wrong, his toad is likely to be poisoned. Or worse." Snape narrowed his eyes.
The students watched as Snape dipped a small spoon into Neville's potion. He trickled a few drops down Trevor's throat. There was a moment of hushed silence, in which Trevor gulped, then there was a small pop, and Trevor the tadpole was wriggling in Snape's palm. The Gryffindor's burst into applause. Snape, looking rather sour, pulled a small bottle from his pocket, poured a few drops on top of Trevor, and he reappeared suddenly, full grown.
"Five points from Gryffindor." Snape said, icily, turning to face Hermione. "I told you not to help him, Miss Granger. Class dismissed."
Jessica helped Harry and Ron pack away their things. Hermione impatiently waited for them by the door, tapping her foot slightly. Ron was huffing and muttering words under his breath, still angered by Snape's attitude.
"How could he take off five points for helping someone? It's complete rubbish!"
"Ron, could you please hurry up?" Hermione sighed, looking up towards the ceiling. Ron gave her a short glare, which she gladly returned, and headed out of the classroom.

The stairs were roaming with students running up and down. If McGonagall had been present, she'd be yelling at all of them and ordering them to walk at a normal pace. Luckily, that wasn't the case. Many students rushed past them, the older ones hardly bothered to be polite about it. One in particular, a tall Hufflepuff boy, managed to knock Jessica's bag out of her hands. She glared at him and he noticed.
"I'm really sorry, I wasn't looking." He laughed nervously. Jessica froze for a slight second, taking in his appearance. He had dark hair and bright grey eyes, but the smile was definitely the most notable feature. He had a bright, shy, yet mischievous, smile. He hesitated for a slight moment, but soon began gathering her books and securing them back in her bag. She looked at him, her bag, then at him once again. With a cautious smile, she took hold of her things.
"No problem." She managed to squeak out.
"There's a charm to make your bag weigh less, you should consider it." He winked, before skipping down the steps once again.

"You alright? For a moment there I thought he was going to knock you over too." Harry said, taking her things into his arms.
"Yeah... I'm fine." She said, paying more attention to where her new discovery had run off to.
"Where's Hermione? She was just here a second ago." Ron said, looking around the mass of people.
As of cue, Miss Hermione Granger came running up a few steps, clutching onto her over loaded bag. She stopped just before them and started pulling out a few books, making Ron hold onto them while she organised her things.
"How did you do that?" Ron asked, eyes wide. "You were with us just a second ago and now you're there! I'm pretty sure I would've noticed if you ran past me."
"What? Oh goodness, where did I put my favourite quill?" She wondered, muttering a few words into her bag.
"Why are you carrying all that around with you? It's not like you're going to need it." Ron groaned. Jessica furrowed her eyebrows when she caught a glimpse of a golden chain around her friend's neck. She couldn't remember Hermione wearing any long necklaces. Had she bought something new and not shown her?
"I hope there's something good for lunch. I'm starving!" Hermione said, breathlessly, once all her things were back in their place.
"There's always something good." Jessica raised an eyebrow.
"Fair point. Let's hurry up then! Where are your things? Jessica, you need to carry your books around with you at all times." Hermione was about to start a basic lecture when Jessica happily pointed towards Harry. Hermione then rolled her eyes and started pulling her friend by the arm. She knew the boys would follow soon after.

"Do you get the feeling Hermione's hiding something?" Ron whispered to Harry. He simply shrugged.

x.x

Lilith Eloise Davis detached herself from her usual group of friends when she saw the familiar small Selwyn being dragged towards the Great Hall by Hermione Granger. It was at times like these in which she was grateful for having reasonably long legs, allowing her to move quite fast when truly needed. She smirked at a few second years as she walked past. It wasn't out of the ordinary for Lila Davis to have boys drooling over her, just as it wasn't out of the ordinary for her to overhear jealous girls making smart remarks behind her back. There was a good and bad side to being quite popular. Lila knew the only reason she was so down to Earth was her magnificent boyfriend. There was no one more relaxed than Joshua Selwyn. All her friends commented on how she changed after going official with Josh. To her, the change was for the better. He brought out the best in her.

"Hello girls." She grinned. Hermione and Jessica had noticed the sixth year Slytherin approaching them and stopped just before the entrance to the Great Hall. "I just thought I'd let you both know that I shall be taking you out for a girls day, once we get to Hogsmede."
"Sounds great." Hermione beamed.
"Perfect... Jess, would you mind if I had a word with you?" Lila turned and walked off. Jessica gave Hermione a confused look before following.

Lila stopped walking once she reached an empty corridor and turned to face the confused Selwyn, who stood a few feet away. She noticed the young girl seemed quite tense and she laughed slightly. A child who'd gone out of her way to protect nearly everyone in the school, more than once, was terrified of a little girl talk?
"Relax, I just wanted to talk about what I saw." She smirked.
"What did you see?" Jessica raised an eyebrow.
"His name is Cedric. He's the Hufflepuff seeker. You tend to swing towards seeker's, don't you? Harry... Draco... Lay off Ravenclaw's though. He's a complete arse."
"I... He just knocked my books over. A-and Harry and I are just friends and-"
"Not according to Josh." Lila sang. "Oh, relax, Jess. I just wanted to let you know that you can talk to me if you need to. Especially if you feel like you're getting confused. In my opinion, you're young and living among hundreds of people. It's quite natural for you to feel attracted to more than one boy. Seeing as Anna isn't around anymore, I don't mind taking up the role as big sister. Mind you, I'm extremely laid back... I really don't care if you feel like staying up late or something. Although, I'm not too fond about you and your friends getting yourselves into so much trouble."
"He just knocked my books over." Jessica laughed.
"Did you realise when I passed you? My friends and I weren't even bothering to keep our voices down." Lila walked closer to the young Selwyn. Jessica nervously fidgeted with a random curl. Lila sighed and patted Jess' head, before heading back down the corridor that led to the Great Hall. "Don't listen to your brother. He's not too old for you. And between you and me, he's rather good looking. See you around Jess!"

x.x

Remus Lupin wasn't present when they arrived for his first Defence Against the Dark Arts lesson. Jessica sat down at a table, next to Hermione, behind Harry and Ron. Hermione was quick to insist they took out all their books, and also urged them to help her through her things. Jessica amusedly watched as Hermione's books began to pile up in front of her. Everyone was engaged in conversation when Professor Lupin finally showed up. He smiled vaguely and placed his tatty old briefcase on the teacher's desk. He was as shabby as ever, but looked healthier than he had on the train.
"Good afternoon." He briefly nodded towards Jessica and she gave him a wide grin. He just hoped she wouldn't call him 'uncle' in front of the other students. Having Peeves on his case was already enough for him to handle. "Would you please put all your books back in your bags? Today will be a practical lesson. You will need only your wands."
Jessica raised an eyebrow towards Lupin. She had partially hoped he'd let her in on a few tips here and there, but it was quite obvious that wasn't going to happen. Sighing, she helped an angered Hermione pack away all her things once again.

All the students were curious to know what Lupin had up his sleeve. They'd never had a practical lesson in Defence Against the Dark Arts before. Of course, nobody considered Lockhart's lesson with Cornish Pixies, practical. Lupin stopped by the door and turned towards the thirteen year olds. He was quite amused by his nervousness. Children – especially teenagers – could make or break you. Given he was different; he believed he had every right to be nervous.
"Right then, if you'd follow me."
Puzzled but interested, the class followed Professor Lupin out of the classroom. He led them along the deserted corridor and around a corner, where the first thing they saw was Peeves the Poltergeist, who was floating upside down in midair and stuffing the nearest keyhole with chewing gum. Peeves didn't look up until Professor Lupin was two feet away; then he wiggled his curly-toed feet and broke into song.
"Loony, loopy Lupin! Loony, loopy, Lupin! Loony, loopy, Lupin! Loony, loopy-"
"I'd take that gum out of the keyhole if I were you, Peeves. Mr. Filch won't be able to get into his brooms."

Rude and unmanageable as he almost always was, Peeves usually showed some respect toward the teachers. The class was rather surprised when Professor Lupin's smile hadn't faded from his face.
"He must have a lot of patience." Harry whispered.
"Too bad it'll only last for a year." Ron snorted.
"Don't you dare repeat those words, Ronald Weasley." Jessica said, with a threatening glare, poking her wand into his side.

Peeves paid no attention to Professor Lupin's words and began tormenting once again. Lupin gave a small sigh and took out his wand.
"This is a useful little spell..." He said, slightly glancing back to his students. He raised his wand to shoulder height and pointed it towards the ghost. "Waddiwasi!"
With the force of a bullet, the wad of chewing gum shot out of the keyhole and straight down Peeves' left nostril. The ghost whirled upright and zoomed away, cursing. The entire class clapped, whistled and cheered. Remus Lupin couldn't help but feel as though he'd won them all over with just that. They set off again, the class looking at shabby Professor Lupin with increased respect. He led them down a second corridor and stopped, right outside the staffroom door.
"Inside please." He said, opening it and standing back.

The staffroom, a long, panelled room full of old, mismatched chairs, was empty except for one teacher. Professor Snape was sitting in a low armchair, and he looked around as the class filled in. His eyes were glistening and there was a nasty sneer playing around his mouth.
"Leave it open, Lupin." Snape said, nodding towards the door Remus was halfway through closing. He got to his feet and strode past the class, his black robes billowing behind him. At the doorway he turned on his heel and sneered. "Possibly no one's warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear."
Neville went scarlet. Jessica and Harry both glared at Snape; it was bad enough that he bullied Neville in his own classes, let alone doing it in front of other teachers.
"I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation. I'm sure he will perform admirably." Professor Lupin said, resisting the urge to smirk. Neville's face went, if possible, even redder. Snape's lip curled, but he left, shutting the door with a snap.
"I wonder if he also has daddy issues." Jessica said, a little louder than she'd intended. Harry nudged her slightly but she saw the small smile forming across his lips.

Remus beckoned the class toward the end of the room, where there was nothing but an old wardrobe where the teachers kept their spare robes. As Professor Lupin went to stand next to it, the wardrobe gave a sudden wobble, banging off the wall. Jessica jumped backward, slightly crashing into Harry. He, without properly registering his actions, wrapped his arms around hers. Despite the sudden racket the girls were making, he could hear her heart beating reasonably fast. She blushed slightly, released herself from him and stepped aside. He gave her a small smile and averted his eyes elsewhere. He needed to start paying more attention to his actions.
"S-sorry." She muttered with a weak smile.

"Nothing to worry about. There's a Boggart in there." Professor Lupin said calmly, after taking in everyone's reactions. Most students weren't convinced by their Professor's words. Neville had a pure look of terror across his face, and Seamus Finnigan eyed the rattling doorknob apprehensively. "Boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces. Wardrobes, the gap beneath beds, the cupboards under sinks... I've even 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?"
Hermione, as usual, was the first to raise her hand. Lupin nodded towards her. Both Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall had told him she was a very intelligent girl. Even Snape's choice of words must've meant something.
"It's a shape-shifter. It can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us most." She said.
"Couldn't have put it better myself." He smiled. Hermione beamed in excitement. "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 fear. However, seeing as we're a big group, we have an advantage. Can anybody tell me why?"

"The Boggart will get confused around a large group of people. It won't know what to turn into next." Draco mumbled, surprising everyone in the class. Even Lupin stared at him for a while before rewarding him with a warm smile.
"Right you are, Draco."

Jessica tilted her head sideways and started to think about what terrified her. Flying was definitely at the top of her thoughts. Her father had always tried to get her into flying, but she'd never been too fond of it. Draco had promised her an extremely large packet of Pumpkin Pasties if she agreed to ride with him once. She'd, obviously, agreed instantly, only regretting it when they were up in the air. Draco was naturally a fast flyer, sometimes even without realising. However, he'd promised he'd take it slow until she got used to the idea. He was a good friend and he kept his promise. But at some point he'd lost control of the broom and she found herself crashing to the ground. He tried his best to catch her, but she knew he wouldn't get there in time. She tried to scream out for help, but it felt as though her voice had vanished. To her, it felt as if it took forever for her to reach the ground. Her entire life flashed before her eyes. She felt her mind slowly slipping into darkness, Draco's desperate voice fading from her reach. She couldn't remember anything after that, but she knew her father had managed to slow her fall before she hit the ground. She knew Draco had almost killed himself, dashing after her at a fast speed. She knew Draco had spent the entire night awake, thinking of what could've happened if her father hadn't decided to go check on them that very moment.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, noticing her sudden shiver. She stared at him for a few seconds, a slightly confused look on her face. Only then did she realise she'd tuned everything out. Hopefully Lupin hadn't said anything important.
"Nothing." She grinned. "Got lost in my thoughts."

Draco Malfoy lazily slumped against the wall. He was curious to know how this class would turn out, but he wasn't exactly willing to show it. He rested his cheek in his hand, ignoring Pansy's ongoing whispers. Blaise had warned him he'd regret getting too close to Pansy. Perhaps he should've listened. He resisted the urge to grin when Seamus Finnigan moved from his original spot, giving Draco a clear view of who he wanted to see. He watched as Jessica's head tilted slightly and she stared into space. She was tuning everything out, that much he knew, and seeing as Lupin had been talking about fears, he guessed she was thinking about their little flying lesson. He frowned and did his very best to push that thought into the far back of his mind. The last thing he needed was the Boggart changing into Jessica falling to her death. Blaise, realising his best friend was frowning, managed to get Pansy chatting to Millicent and took her place.
"Are you even paying attention? He seems to be a pretty good teacher."
"I am, Blaise. Now, hush." He muttered.
"Of course, your highness." Blaise rolled his eyes. "I suggest you focus on something, even if you aren't scared of it."
"I've figured that out already." Draco groaned.
"Good... I always knew you were smart. You just need to use those brains of yours a little more." Blaise smiled. He tried to ruffle Draco's hair as he left, but Draco pushed his hand away.

"The charm that repels a Boggart is simple, yet it requires force of mind. You see, the thing that really finishes a Boggart is laughter." Lupin said. "What you need to do is force it to assume a shape that you find amusing. We will practice the charm without wands first. After me, please... Riddikulus!"
"Riddikulus!" The class chorused.
"Good, very good, but that was the easy part. You see, the word alone is not enough. Neville, as I said before, I would care for your assistance." Lupin smiled towards the nervous boy. The wardrobe shook again as the young Gryffindor stepped forward. "Right, Neville, what would you say is the thing that frightens you the most?"
Neville looked around nervously, refusing to look his teacher in the eyes. He opened his mouth but no words came out. Lupin raised an eyebrow, curiously. Neville took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.
"P-professor S-snape." He whispered. Lupin nodded thoughtfully as the others laughed.
"Yes... Frightens all. Neville, I believe you live with your grandmother. Am I correct?" He wondered.
"Y-yes, sir. But I don't want the Boggart to turn into her either!" Neville said, shaking once again.
"No, no! You misunderstand me. Here's what I want you to do..."

Jessica placed her hands on Ron's shoulder, for balance, and stood on tiptoes. She frowned when she realised that, even like that, she couldn't see over him. She wanted to know what Uncle Remus had been whispering to Neville, but she didn't want to be impolite and push towards the front. Before she could lose herself in her mind once again, Lupin began making his way toward the other students.
"I want everyone to take a few steps back, so Neville can have a clear shot. Start thinking about what scares you and how you can make it funny. Remember the charm, Riddikulus!" Lupin called out, as he ushered the students backwards.
Jessica managed to get passed Ron and Dean, just as Lupin opened the wardrobe door. She watched as Snape appeared before a shaking Neville. Remus made his way to the back of the class to observe the situation.
"R... Ri... Riddikulus!" Neville squeaked.
There was a noise, like a whip crack. The Boggart was then wearing a long, lace-trimmed dress and a towering hat topped with a moth-eaten vulture, and it was swinging a huge crimson handbag. The students erupted in laughter. The Boggart paused, confused.
"Parvati! Forward!" Lupin called out, with a huge grin on his face. He nodded towards Neville, proudly, as he walked back to his friends.

Jessica was highly entertained by the Boggart; they seemed to be interesting little blighters. Parvati walked forward with pure courage. Not a second later, with a slight crack, the class saw a bloodstained, bandaged mummy; its sightless face was turned to Parvati and it began to walk toward her very slowly. She shakily aimed her wand towards the Boggart and, after another crack, a bandage unravelled at the mummy's feet. It became entangled, fell face forward, and its head rolled off. Seamus was the next to step forward. The Boggart soon transformed into a woman with floor-length, black hair and a skeletal, green-tinged face – a banshee. She opened her mouth wide and an unearthly sound filled the room. Jessica flinched and clasped her hands on her ears. Jessica was almost jumping on the Banshee and ripping its head off when it finally lost her voice. The Boggart then turned into a rat, which chased its tail in a circle, then became a rattlesnake, then a single bloody eyeball...
"It's confused!" Lupin shouted, grinning gleefully. "Dean!"
Dean's Boggart happened to be a severed hand, which flipped over and began to creep along the floor like a crab. After the spell, the hand was trapped in a mousetrap.
"Excellent! Ron, you next!"
Jessica knew exactly what Ron's Boggart would be, even before he was close enough. She too wasn't too fond of spiders and decided to look away. She groaned slightly when she realised he was taking too long to shout out the spell.
"Riddikulus!" Ron shouted, his voice trembling.
Jessica turned round just in time to see the spider lose its legs and begin rolling, uncontrollably, across the ground. It happened to land right at her feet.

Harry, Draco and Blaise all looked up, curiously, when the Boggart began transforming in front of Jessica. They caught a very short glimpse of another spider and a broomstick. Harry was even sure he saw a Basilisk at some point. The Boggart eventually figured out what her greatest fear was, though, most of the students had no idea what they were looking at. Jessica was visibly shaking, and her eyes were wide and watery. The Boggart walked towards her, terrifyingly slowly. It wore a long, black cloak, with a black, pointed hood. Barely visible behind all the fabric, was a mask. It strongly resembled a skull. The Boggart slowly began removing the hood, allowing the mask to become more visible, and revealing dark blond hair, neatly pulled back into a bun. Only those close enough were able to make out the chocolate brown eyes, glistening maliciously behind the mask.

Remus politely made his way through the students, his wand tightening in his grasp. To everyone in the room, he remained calm and composed. He was merely approaching to remind his student how to deal with a Boggart. In reality, he was panicking. Surely he was seeing things, things that were proven wrong years ago. He was now close enough to see the eyes. Jessica and her mother had the same chocolate brown eyes. But this wasn't real. Of course, he knew this was only a Boggart, there was no truth to it. But what could've conjured such a fear? He was certain she knew nothing. There was no chance of it.

"Riddikulus."
Her voice was barely a whisper, but the Boggart transformed, nonetheless, into a dancing skeleton. She quickly made her way toward the furthest corner, not bothering to acknowledge the concerned look Remus gave her. Harry, realising her mood had changed, stepped in front of the Boggart. Then everything went cold. Some people gasped when they saw the Dementor floating above Harry. Lupin frowned and stepped before Harry. The Boggart turned into a full moon, which made everyone stare at Lupin, curiously. With yet another crack, the moon deflated like a balloon. The Boggart then began transforming uncontrollably again. Lupin was thankful it was close to an end.
"Someone finish him off for me!" He called out.
Much to everybody's surprise, Draco Malfoy stepped forward. Draco looked away when the Boggart transformed into a mangled body. He muttered the spell before the others could take in the body's appearance; it's wavy dark hair, the lifeless brown eyes...
Lupin breathed out, heavily, when the Boggart burst with a wisp of smoke.

Jessica silently made her way toward the door and walked out. She knew Remus had noticed, but seeing as he didn't attempt to stop her, she headed back to the classroom. She felt her chest tighten and it was suddenly becoming hard to hold back the tears. She felt as though she was losing her mind. Her subconscious was now associating the dark, hooded figure with her own mother. That couldn't be possible. The figure brought along a sense of fear and danger. Whereas her mother, no matter how strange she could be at times, made her feel safe. She buried her head in her arms once she was sat at a random desk, back in the classroom. She ever so silently allowed the tears to fall, hoping no one would bother to ask her to get up until she was willing to.

The others soon flooded the classroom and gathered up their belongings. Ron pulled Harry back before he could get close enough, to ask Jessica if she needed anything. Jessica soon realised she'd been smart enough to slump into Gregory Goyle's seat. He mumbled a few curse words as he got his books. However, she didn't acknowledge his presence at all. She remained in the same position, but thankfully she'd stopped crying as soon as she heard the loud chatter coming from outside. Hermione seemed to be the only one willing to go up to her. She was curious to know why her friend had left before she was told, though, surprisingly enough, she wasn't angered.
"You shouldn't have left, you know? Professor Lupin wants to speak to you. Just hope you don't get detention."

Jessica only sat up when she was certain no other student was in the room. She heard Remus say goodbye to each of them, most thanked him for such an outstanding lesson. He leaned back against the teacher's table and waited for her to start talking. It didn't take long for her to realise she wouldn't escape this conversation with a simple lie. The only problem was, she didn't exactly know why she was so terrified.

Remus had managed to come up with a few helpful words on the way back, but they had managed to vanish from his mind when he saw those red, teary eyes. He was genuinely worried for his supposed-to-be goddaughter.
"I don't know what it is." She said, almost inaudibly. He paused his thoughts and stared at her, confused. Perhaps she didn't know anything after all. That would make things slightly easier, then again, maybe it wouldn't. "I saw it... At home. Is it a person?"
"Well, yes." Remus said, cautiously.
"It was talking to my mother. At least, I think it was my mother. I couldn't see her face."
"How can it scare you if you don't know what it is?" Remus wondered.
"That's what I'd like to know!" She said, now much louder. She wiped her tears away and groaned. "I'm being completely stupid, aren't I?"
"No." Remus chuckled softly. "It's alright to be scared, little one, and that thing did look scary."
"Have you ever seen it?" She asked, curiously.
"No." He lied.
"Is it a bad thing?" She asked, her eyes widening. Remus made sure not to look her in the eyes. He knew he'd give in.
"I don't know." He lied once again.
"I might be over thinking all this. I mean, there's no way it can be bad. My mother's good, isn't she? She makes me feel safe. She cares for all of us, just like any other mother. There's no chance she could be involved with anything as scary as this. I don't even know what this is! But she's good... Yes, she's got her little moments, but who doesn't? Even I have certain things that I'd rather keep to myself, but that doesn't make me a bad person, right? My mother's good. She's not involved in any scary business. She wouldn't dare..." Jessica started pacing, waving her hands around and rambling. Remus furrowed his eyebrows slightly.
"Perhaps you are over thinking all this. Besides, you aren't even sure it was your mother. You're scared and allowing your mind to jump to conclusions." Remus sighed.
"And the one at home, it means nothing too, right?" She was almost pleading. She needed to hear, from someone else, that everything was still alright.
"What are you talking about, Jessie?" He tried his best not to frown. It was best if he kept her talking. He could use whatever information he could get.
"The cloak... A-and the mask... Under the drawing room floor..." She whispered, shaking slightly. It was like talking to a traumatised child. The image of a Death Eater was terrifying her to the core, yet, she had no idea why.
"I want you to focus on your schoolwork, Jessica, for now at least. If you see anything, come straight to me. I doubt you will, but just in case." He said in a serious tone. She slowly nodded in response. "Perhaps what you found isn't what it seems. I know both your parents, very well, and I am certain your mother is a lovely woman and she cares for you all."

He smiled when she grinned at him. She was still the same as she'd always been. It took so little to make her give you the most genuine and sincere smile. He watched as she gathered her things and dashed out of the room, dramatically waving goodbye. Once he was certain she was no longer around, he dropped into his chair and buried his head in his hands. Elena had promised him. She'd promised it hadn't been her choice. She'd passed every interrogation; everyone knew she had only served under the Imperius curse. He believed her words. He believed that she cared for her family and would do anything to protect them. She'd begged him to keep quiet. He'd kept such a compromising secret, believing it would be best. She had been lucky that few people knew about her actions. Those people being Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Sirius Black and himself. Sirius wanted to tell Athos, he wanted to tell with all of his heart. But they had all promised to keep quiet, for Athos' sake, because their friend had always been madly in love with Elena Graham. Of course, he couldn't jump to conclusions. He had to be careful and make sure all the information he had was correct. Elena could be in trouble and nobody would know. Sirius Black was loose, and he could be framing Elena. He obviously wasn't about to sit back and allow anything bad to happen. He had to get close, somehow...

Athos,
I'm sorry I haven't written back in a while. Preparing classes is actually much harder than I expected it to be. He was sighted not too far from here, how is the ministry coping? I'll let you know if I find any useful information. In other news, Joshua and Jessica are perfectly brilliant students, and they both have a bright future ahead of them. I'd also like to let you know that I'd be very glad to join you and your family for Christmas. It will be nice to get together once again.

Until then, my friend, make sure you take good care. Don't let Fudge boss you around too much!
Remus.

Oh gosh, I'm such a drama lover, aren't I? Oh well... Did you liiike? *-* I really hope everyone did. Now, this was originally supposed to be MUCH longer, but I eventually realised that I hadn't even written half and was already at like 5000 words. g.g So, instead of continuing on (it was supposed to have the Hogsmede part in this chapter too), I decided to re-read and add a bit more detail to everything... So yeah, next chapter will have Lila taking the girls out for the day and - MEEEGAN! NEXT CHAPTER WILL HAVE JOSH! (she loves Josh).

ooook, I'll let you all comment and threaten to throw wheelchairs at me - Yes, I mean you Poseidon'sdaughter3! But please, only threaten. No taking action!

But tell me, what do you think? Is Elena Selwyn really evil? Was she really under the Imperius curse? Or is someone - not necessarily Black - trying to frame her and get her into deep shizzles?

Until next time my lovely readers! xoxo!