CHAPTER 24-Boggarts

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(Ophelia's POV)
"Intriguing isn't it?" Professor Lupin starts

Today we have Defense Against the Dark Arts with the new teacher, Remus Lupin, along with the Gryffindors.

The dresser in the front of the room rattles, as if something wants to come out

"Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what is inside?" he asks

"That's a boggart, that is" Dean Thomas answers

"Very good Mr.Thomas" Lupin grins as the dresser shakes again

"Now can anybody tell me what a boggart looks like?" he asks

"No one knows" Granger suddenly says, I didn't even notice her come in and it seems like neither did Weasley

"When did she get here?" Weasley asks

"Boggart are shape-shifters, they take the shape of whatever a particular person fears the most. That's what makes them so—" Granger explains

"So terrifying, yes" Lupin cuts her off and the dresser shakes once more

"Luckily a very simple charm exists to repel a boggart, let's practice it now" he explains

"Without wands please. After me: Riddikulus"

"Riddikulus" most of the class repeats

"A little louder and very clear" Lupin enthusiastically explains
"Riddikulus!"

"Riddikulus!" The class repeats once more

"This class is ridiculous" Draco mumbles

"You're ridiculous" I whisper

"No you" he grins

"No you" I chuckle

"Very good. The incantation isn't enough, what really finishes a boggart is laughter" Lupin says

"Let's get some people from the back shall we?" he says

"Ms.Mendoza, why don't you join me?"

"I'm good here" I sarcastically smile

"No please I insist" Lupin grins and Draco gives me a slight push forward

I glare and him, Pansy Blaise and Draco are chuckling as I go to the front of the crowd

"Now what frightens you the most?" Lupin asks

"Not telling you" I simply say

"That's okay you don't have to say it out loud" Lupin grins

"Now when I open that wardrobe, here's what I want you to do—" he comes closer

"I want you to picture your worst fear, and try to make it funny" he whispers in my ear

"Can you do that?" he asks aloud

"I guess" I mumble

"Right, wand at the ready" he says and I take my wand out my robe pocket

"One...two...three" he unlocks the dresser

A hand creeps out, a familiar hand, then a head, same brown eyes as mine and hair as wavy as mine. Father.

"It's your fault" he eerily says stepping out of the dresser

"What?" I whisper, my voice couldn't go higher even if I tried

"Your mother is dead because of you" he says coming closer

Frozen in fear, tears blurring my vision, I feel someone push me to the ground. I look up and the boggart starts spinning and turn into another man, a white haired man, with a snake-shaped walking stick. Lucius

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