Mischievous Glint | George Weasley

Chapter 6

We were in Defence against the Dark Arts class. Professor Lupin was our new teacher.

"Intriguing, isn't it? Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what is inside?" Lupin asked.

"That's a boggart." I answered

"Very good, Miss Knight. Now, can anybody tell me what a boggart looks like?"

"No one knows." Hermione said. "Boggarts are shape-shifters. They take the shape of whatever a particular person fears the most.
That's what makes them so..."

"So terrifying, yes, yes, yes. Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a boggart. Let's practice it now. Without wands, please. After me. Riddikulus!"

We all repeated after him.

"Riddikulus!"

"Very good."

"This class is ridiculous." Draco commented, earning a glare from me.

"Very good. So much for the easy part. You see, the incantation alone is not enough. What really finishes a boggart is laughter. You need to force it to assume a shape you find truly amusing. Let me explain. Uh... Neville, would you join me, please? Come on, don't be shy. Come on."
He called Neville to be up front. "Hello. Neville, what frightens you most of all?"

"Professor Snape." Neville reluctantly admitted.

"Professor Snape. Yes, frightens all." He agreed. "And I believe you live with your grandmother."

"Y-Yes, but I don't want that boggart to turn into her, either." Neville stuttered.

"No... it won't. I want you to picture her clothes. Only her clothes, very clearly, in your mind."

"She carries a red handbag..." Neville begun to elaborate but was cut off by him.

"We don't need to hear. As long as you see it, we'll see it. Now, when I open that wardrobe here's what I want you to do. Excuse me. Imagine Professor Snape in your grandmother's clothes. Can you do that?" He asked.

"Yes." Neville nodded.

Then the Boggart came out and turned into Professor Snape. Neville held his wand at him.

"Riddikulus!"

The Boggart of Professor ysnape turned itself into wearing what Neville's grandma's attire was. The class roared in laughter as Lupin clapped.

"Wonderful, Neville, wonderful!"

Then one by one started to test the Boggart.
Ron's Boggart was a spider which he turned into having roller skates on it's each legs.
It's Harry's turn now. After him, it was my turn then. The Boggart started to transform into a Dementor but before it could fully form, Professor Lupin came to infront of Harry to protect him. Once he was in front of the Boggart, it turned into a full moon.

Why would his fear be a full moon?

"Riddikulus!" He said and the moon became a loose ballon.

"Right. Sorry about that. That's enough for today. Collect your books from the back. That's the end of the lesson. Thank you! Sorry!" He dismissed the class quickly.

Something was up. And I couldn't get to see my Boggart. I didn't know if I feared anything. Couldn't think of anything clearly but I would see mine if the class wasn't dismissed. I need to talk to Harry.

    ♠️

"Now remember, these visits to Hogsmeade village are a privilege. Should your behavior reflect poorly on the school in anyway that privilege shall not be extended again. No permission form signed, no visiting villages." McGonagall said as students handed their signed forms.

Mine was signed by my parents. I handed it to her then Harry came up to her. He couldn't get his one signed so he couldn't go with us. Ron, Hermione and I looked sadly to him. He let out a sigh and started walking away.

"Where you gonna go?" I asked.

"Professor Lupin, want a word with him."

"Okay." I said before leaving to Hogsmead.

"Forget about it, guys. See you later." He said shrugging.

  ♠️

After we came back, I was walking back to my dorm but stopped when I saw the Gryffindor students in front of their house portrait. I walked to the crowd and saw Fred and George standing outside along with Harry and Ron.

"What's going on?" I asked George putting my hand over his arm to get his attention.

He turned to me, face litting up.

"Don't really know." He answered while putting his other hand over my hand which was still on his arm making my cheeks heat up.

"The Fat Lady! She's gone!" Someone spoke up Dumbledore walked to the portrait.

"She's there." Filch said pointing over to a portrait where the fat lady was hiding behind.

"Dear lady, who did this to you?" Dumbledore asked as she peeked up.

"Eyes like the devil, he's got, and a soul as dark as his name. It's him, headmaster. The one they all talk about. He's here, somewhere in the castle! Sirius Black!" She said frightfully.

"Secure the castle, Mr. Filch. The rest of you, to the Great Hall. Miss Knight there's no time for you get back to your house. Follow the prefect."

George grabbed my hand pulled me to him while walking down the stairs. Once everyone was in the great hall, they took out their sleeping bags. I conjured mine as George broke the silence between us.

"Don't bother." He stated.

"Hm?" I turned to him.

"I have plenty of room in mine. Sleep next to me?" He asked, eyes soft almost pleading.

I looked at in his beautiful eyes trying to read him. When he noticed I wasn't saying anything he quickly started to change his mind.

"Or not, if I'm overstepp-" I cut him off.

"No, its fine." I assured and gave him a smile which he reciprocated. I got inside and snuggled beside him, my back facing him. He turned and put his arms over me as we both fell asleep.