OH BABY {James Potter}

BOGGARTS

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: BOGGARTS

NOVEMBER 1977

A week had passed since the Halloween party and Florence and James had grown much closer. Florence and Amara were seated in their seats waiting for the DADA class they shared with the Gryffindors to start.

"Florence you wee wench, I haven't seen you in what feels like years and we bloody dorm together" Amara complained finally getting a minute alone with her best friend.

Florence sighed feeling slightly guilty for neglecting her friendship with Amara and even Henry. "Sorry Ama, I guess I've just been so busy with James and the boys I've hardly had time to keep up with anything"

"It's okay Flo" Amara started grabbing her friend's hand on the desk, "I know it's important for you to get to know them".

Before Florence could reply the DADA professor levitated a big cupboard through the door.

"Is that a boggart cupboard?" Amara questioned confused as she noticed the professor strolling in.

Florence nodded her head. Boggarts were most definitely not part of the seventh-year curriculum. 

"Right class settle down" the Professor began as she tried to shush the class of Slytherins and Gryffindors who were all eyeing the cupboard suspiciously. "Now I know that boggarts are part of the third-year curriculum but due to the growing threat of dark magic outside of these walls of the castle, it has been decided that we will go over boggarts again" the professor finished.

The professor quickly went over the theory of boggarts before instructing the class to push all the desks and chairs aside and to line up in a line in front of the cupboard.

Florence rolled her eyes as she dragged herself to the back of the line. She wondered if her boggart had changed since year three. It had been her parents in the car crash.

Florence felt two hands grab onto her shoulders and start to massage them. She felt a sense of relief after being so tense for the past few weeks but quickly turned away to see who it was and found James innocently dropping his hands down. Florence raised her eyebrows at the boy's action.

James let out a cheeky grin. "What you looked tense" he commented on the girl's appearance. Florence smiled at the boy's actions before turning back around. The line was moving at a snail-like pace before Florence was finally at the front of it.

She looked up at the boggart which was shapeshifting into her biggest fear. In front of her stood her Uncle. The boggart started to lift the sleeve of his left arm up. Florence recognised the staining of a tattoo of a skull with a serpent. She had seen it in the Daily Prophet. Florence froze as she realised who her new fear was.

Florence prayed no one saw the dark ink that stained the man in front of her left arm. Her breathing started to become heavy as she stood frozen.

The girl barely even noticed two large hands grab her and spin her around to swap places.

James Potter now stood in front of the boggart. The rest of the class watched with interest wondering why the boy had quickly swapped places with her and wondered what the oh-so-brave James Potter's boggart could be.

The boggart started to shapeshift until it stopped. At first, no one could figure out what it was. Florence took a closer look forgetting all about her Uncle a few minutes ago.

She saw a body laying on the ground and blood everywhere.

It was not until Remus barged past Florence being careful not to push her and shouted "Riddikulus" sending the boggart back into the cupboard did Florence realise what James boggart was.