Year 3: Defense Against The Dark Arts

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The next day, I got up from the bed and got dressed.
Madam Pomfrey had my uniform brought down from my dormitory, but they forgot my tie.
I take my stuff, including my book, from the nightstand and stuff them into my bag.
I look at the clock which reads 8:49am. I had no choice but to be late to class. I would surely gotten points taken away from Slytherin if I show up without my full uniform.
I leave the hospital wing, my scar still clearly on my skin. The halls were packed but I could still tell heads were turning to look at my cheek.
I guess none of them never saw any kind of scar other than Potter's.

I say the password and enter the common room. Some students were still there. I read the clock on the way to my dormitory: 8:54am.
I drop my stuff on my bed and go to my dresser to grab my tie. I fix my hair and put on mascara quickly before I take some stuff out of my bag and put in my books for today's classes. I head down the stairs and the bell rings.
I hurry to my first class and ended up being 3 minutes late.
Some of the students stared as I walked into Divination. Prof. Trelawney told me to take my seat and I did.

The rest of the day went by quick.

I was at the Great Hall eating some biscuits while reading the book Draco gave me.

"Hey Y/N. I made the right choice, huh?" Draco gestured to the book as he sat down besides me.

"Yeah. I'm already halfway through. You cannot believe what A did to Celia." I began.

"He's been sighted! He's been sighted!" I heard Finnigan from Gryffindor yell.
"Sirius Black!"
We all turn in curiosity.

"Dufftown? That's not far from here." Granger commented.

"You don't think he'd come to Hogwarts, do you?" Neville stuttered.

"With dementors at every entrance?" One of them asked.
"Dementors! He's already slipped past them once, hasn't he? Who is to say he won't do it again?" Finnigan explained.

I turn to Draco.
"What if he gets into the castle? Are we in danger?" I ask out quietly to Draco.
Draco shrugged. "He can't. Not with the way Dumbledore is protecting the castle." He shakes his head. "But never mind that. How are you feeling?"
"I'm better than yesterday but-" I see people looking.
"But Madam Pomfrey said any second later I could've lost eye."
Everyone frowned and said "so sorry to hear."

. Days later .

We were in Defense Against The Dark Arts.
In front of us was a wardrobe, it was shaking tremendously.
"Intriguing, isn't it?" Lupin began.
"Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what's inside?"

"That's a boggart, that is." Dean answered Prof. Lupin.
"Very good, Mr. Thomas."
The closet shook even more.

"Now, can anybody tell me what a boggart looks like?" Prof. Lupin asked.

"No one knows." I heard Granger's voice answer.
"When did she get here?" Ron whispered to Harry.
"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." Prof. Lupin interrupted.
He walked to the front of the class.

"Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a boggart. Let's practice it now. Without wands, please."
Prof. Lupin looked at us to see if we were ready.
"After me. Riddikulus!" He called out.
"Riddikulus!" We repeated.

"Very good. A little louder and very clear. Riddikulus!"
"Riddikulus!" We repeated.

"This class is ridiculous." Draco sneered.
I chuckle and I nod to agree with him.
We were leaning on the wall trying to bear w the boredom in the class.

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