The Heir of Slytherin- Harry Potter (Male Reader)

2.5 The Boggart in the Wardrobe

For the next few days, Blaise avoided bringing up the topic of Y/N's parents. He has pushed the thoughts about it aside again in order to be able to concentrate fully on the school.

On Thursday halfway through Potions Class, Draco reappeared in class. Y/N sat in his usual spot next to Blaise in the back of the class next to the door. When Draco pushed open the door, he winked at him and Blaise and swaggered into the dungeon, his right arm covered in bandages.

Y/N could only shake his head about Draco's overacting and asked with a sigh "I understand it, but who would be stupid enough to seriously believe it?" "How is it, Draco? Does it hurt much?" asked Pansy. "Forget it," Y/N muttered. "Don't know who you mean," Blaise grinned. "Yeah" whined Draco.

At Professor Snape's request, Draco sat down at the table with Potter and Weasley. After he set up his kettle and ingredients Draco called "Sir, I'll need some help preparing my ingredients, because of my arm" "Weasley help him" said Snape without looking. His attention was drawn to Neville.

"Look, Longbottom, will collapse in a minute," said Blaise nudging Y/N. "You could really think he always deliberately does everything completely wrong. You can't be that lost" Y/N, whose potion was almost finished and had to simmer for just 10 minutes, looked up from his book and watched Snape rush over to Neville's and Hermione's table.

"Orange, Longbottom" he said, ladling some of his potion up allowing it to splash back into the cauldron "Orange. Tell me, boy, does anything penetrate that thick skull of your? What do I have to do to make you understand, Longbottom?" Neville was pink and trembling. He looked like he was on the verge of tears.

"Please, Sir" said Hermione "please, I could help Neville put it right" "I don't remember asking you to show off, Miss Granger" said Snape coldly, and Hermione went as pink as Neville "Longbottom, at the end of this lesson we will feed a few drops of this potion to your toad and see what happens. Perhaps that will encourage you to do it properly"

Snape hurried off and Neville immediately turned to Hermione. She moved closer to him and checked his kettle and examined the remaining ingredients in front of Nevielle.

"You could almost feel sorry for Longobottom, but it's kind of funny to see how easily he panics," Y/N heard Blaise say next to him. He mumbled a quiet "Exactly" and, with his head resting on his hands, watched how Hermione tried to fix Nevielles' potion. Again and again she looked up hastily and looked around to see if Snape was watching her.

When she looked up one more time and looked back, her eyes met Y/N's. Surprised, she raised her eyebrows, a smile played on her lips. Y/N gave a short shrug and grinned to her, a slight shade of pink crept on his cheeks. He turned away and watched as his potion bubbled and fine smoke rose up.

Beside him, Blaise chuckled to himself "Well, did you get caught staring?" asked he. "I wasn't staring," he replied and hastily began to put away his ingredients and utensils. "Rather?" Blaise asked. "I have ..."

"You should have finished adding your ingredients by now. Clean up your tables then we'll test Longbottom's" called Snape. Few minutes later Snape strode over to Neville, who was cowering by his cauldron.

Snape picked up his toad in his left hand, and dipped a small spoon into Neville's potion, which was now green. He trickled a few drops down the toad's throat. There was a moment of hushed silence. Neville whimpered, the Gryffindor watched fearfully and the Slytherins looked excited.

Then there was a small pop, and a tadpole was wriggling in Snape's hand. The Gryffindors burst into applause. Snape, looking sour, poured a few drops on top of the tadpole and it reappeared, fully grown. "Five points from Gryffindor" said Snape. The Gryffindor cheering ceased instantly. And the Slytherins' malicious grins stole onto their faces. Y/N couldn't help but grin when he saw the shocked and angry looks from the Gryffindors. "I told you not to help him, Miss Granger. Class dismissed"