So Much Like Him

Harry laid his forehead down into his folded arms as he looked down at his shoes with a pained expression, after a very long lecture from Professor Snape, he had then gone onto explaining to the class that they were going to revisit the subject on a creature called the Boggart from their third year, and to be honest, he was scared, the whole lot of them are, but the students all could feel each others excitement that buzzed through their skin.

When Snape had announced the subject, it riled up the students as they muttered very loudly to their classmates next to them, discussing to each other on what they think their fears were, did they change or were they still the same after three years of knowing.

"But Professor, we did this subject. We learned it with Professor Lupin" Hermione exclaimed, Snape glanced over giving Hermione a sneer.

"10 points from Gryffindor for calling out Miss Granger" Snape barked, his eyes drifted past Ron to spot Harry's head that was currently leaning on his arms "Mr Potter, do you think you're to good- above, me to teach you any of this- as to not listen to me speak.." Snape glared coldly.

"S-Sorry sir, just drifted off for a moment.." Harry muttered as he lifted his head, pushing off his desk to the back of his seat. Looking around he saw that the half of the class were openly staring at him, some of the Slytherins were loudly snickering. Blushing, he looked down at his desk in front of him.

"Just like your father.." Snape muttered venomously under his breath with narrow eyes "Stand up! Were now starting the lesson now, so don't be a bunch of dung heads. Be responsible with your wands to not take anyone's eyes out" Snape ordered like he's instructing little children, his dark eyes skimming over some of the Gryffindor boys. 

The class swiftly got up from their seats as Snape vanished the desks and seats to another room. Sweeping past the front row, Snape unravelled a familiar cupboard, similar to the one in their third year from the side wall and floated the box into the middle section of the room, ruins on the floor lit up for a moment before vanishing. 

"As I told you bunch before- but also for the ones that weren't listening fully-" Snapes eyes snapped to Harry "- today we're going to be revising the Boggart again, to face your fears....You done this before with the-" Snape looked off to the side before clearing his throat "-with Professor Lupin? Correct?" Completely oblivious to Hermione's question just a few minutes ago.

Puffing her cheeks out in irritation Hermione raised her hand before speaking "Correct sir, we learned this firstly with Professor Lupin. A Boggart is a type of creature that lives of fear- by turning into one greatest fears, as of the prier knowledge of wizards, boggarts don't have a original form." Snape looked at Hermione with a dirty look. Not caring about the explanation the girl gave, he sweeps around to the side of the cupboard, just out of reach of the ruin circle.

"Line up, I believe that you're all capable of do that correctly" Snape ordered. 

Trying to get to the end of the line, Harry's mind wondered, sneaking a glance at the greasy long haired man at the front. Harry bets that Snape would love to see the fear that resides in the children's eyes. Harry shook his head as Snape snapped out his wand from his sleeve and flung a spell to the once locked cupboard. The class each took their turns in a morbid fascination as to find out their most feared form.

 Harry had wondered the same, would its form be Voldemort? No, but it could be, but he didn't think it would be. Though he had all rights to be afraid, seeing what the man had been reduce to, he seen what Voldemort had once been like and what was done to his once handsome self throughout the years, but Harry didn't really dwell on it that much. 

Would the boggart be the basilisk? It was gigantic, terrifying and had almost killed him back in second year, proof still lurks there on his arm but as well, Harry didn't really dwell on it as he knew it was dead, impaled through the roof of its mouth by the sword of Godric Gryffindor.