Hogwarts and Foes (harry potter and 39 clues crossover)

First Lesson

Amy and Hamilton got to the DADA classroom just in time. The bell rang as they sat down, and Professor Lupin started his lesson.

"As you may know, I'm Professor Lupin." He smiled at the Gryffindors, ignoring the sneers of the Slytherin half. "Welcome to your first Defense Against the Dark Arts class. This first class is going to be fairly… unorthodox. After a quick introduction, I'm going to be doing the same for every year up to fifth: Boggarts. Now, does anyone know what Boggarts are?"

Amy's hand shot up. "Boggarts are a magical creature that takes on the form of your worst fear," she tried to remember. "I think that to defeat them, you have to think of your fear in a ridiculous manner and say Ridikulus."

Professor Lupin smiled. "Exactly. Five points to Gryffindor. Now, since you haven't preformed any magic before, not counting accidental magic, think of a simple harmless spell. You could have heard of it at home, or read it in a textbook. If you can't think of anything, look through your book until you find one. Does everyone have a harmless spell in mind?"

The class nodded.

"All right. On the count of three, perform the spell. One, Two, Three!"

There was a call of Expelliarmus as the first spell was cast. Suddenly, everybody called out different spells, most of which had no affect. Amy saw Ian point his wand at a Gryffindor, one of Amy's dorm-mates. "Wingardium–"

"Langlock!" Ian suddenly found his tongue yet again glued to the roof of his mouth.

Correctly guessing who had cast it, he glared in Amy's direction.

She did her best to look innocent, but utterly failed and broke down in giggles. Hamilton also saw Ian and, guessing what Amy had done, also began laughing.

"All right," Professor Lupin called out, quieting the class. "Does anyone have any questions?"

Ian, still glaring at Amy, raised his hand.

"Yes, Mr. Kabra?"

Ian pointed to his mouth, causing the entire class to realize what had happened and burst into laughter. Even the Slytherins seemed to think that it was funny.

Professor Lupin hid a smile of his own. "Who cast the spell?"

Amy, suddenly timid, raised her hand.

"Miss Cahill, what spell did you use?"

"L-langlock, sir." Amy stuttered.

A few Slytherins snickered at her stumble, but, remembering what she had done to Ian, they quickly quieted.

"Ah, I see." The Professor smiled encouragingly. "Do you know the counterspell?"

Amy nodded. "Finite Incantatem." She cast, ungluing Ian's tongue.

"Amazing. Ten points to Gryffindor for good spell-work." Amy smiled back at him. "Now. On to Boggarts. As Miss Cahill pointed out earlier, Boggarts take the form of whatever you fear the most. You may not know what it is, or it may be a combination of things. To defeat it, think of your fear in a ridiculous manner and say Ridukulus. Repeat after me: Ridikulus."

"Ridikulus." The class obediently repeated.

"Very good. Now, if you find that you panic, or can't think of your fear in a funny way, simply step aside and let the next person take your place." The professor raised his wand, muttering something, and a large shaking cupboard floated into the room. It landed on the floor in front of the class, still banging loudly. "Now, everybody form a line. Push the desks aside." There was a large screeching noise as everyone pushed the chairs and tables to the edges of the room. Amy somehow got shoved near the front of the line, right in front of Hamilton.

The first boy was a young Gryffindor. He stepped up as Professor Lupin unlocked the cupboard, and a strange whirling… thing flew out. It quickly solidified into a small swarm of angry hornets.

"Ridikulus!"

The hornets turned into Honey and began eating each other as the class burst into laughter.

As the next student stepped forward, Amy began to think about what her worst fear would be. Dan dead? On fire? That was probably it. How could it be funny? Um… Dan would jump up and peel the fake wounds off, pretending to be a ninja, Amy decided. It was so… so Dan.

Before she knew it, it was her turn. As she expected, a dead Dan flew out of the closet, covered in wounds and shrouded in flames. Amy still had to consciously remind herself that Dan was alive, Dan was alive. She opened her mouth to say the spell when a second figure stepped out of the cupboard. She was a woman, with cinnamon skin and honey-colored eyes. Something about her… scared Amy. Very deeply, as if she had some bad memories of her, but she couldn't remember ever seeing her before. Something stirred in her, a long-lost memory. The scary woman smirked and spoke quietly. "You're so weak, you can barely speak in front of people, you don't deserve to live. Die, just like your parents did…"

Amy stumbled back, only half-conscious of someone leading her away from the boggart, out into the hallway. Wet grass against her legs… smoke in the air… people screaming… Where did that come from? She thought.

As she calmed down, she looked up to see the one person in the world that she least expected. "What d-do you w-want, Ian?" she tried to snap.

"I have a few questions for you." he stared at her, blocking the doorway back to the class.

"Th-then ask."

"It's about your Boggart. About the shape that it took."

"Wh-what do you w-want to know? I c-can't promise I'll answer t-truthfully."

Ian shrugged. "All right. It's only one question." His amber eyes seemed to pierce her. "Why did your boggart look like my mother?"