One Shots - Mainly Dramione, maybe others

Fears

"Alright class, time to revisit a lesson we had from a while back." Remus Lupin jumped onto the platform he had transfigured at the front of his classroom. After the war, and some serious healing time, Remus came back to Hogwarts as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Everyone in the wizarding world knew of his "ailment" as they called it, but it didn't stop him from returning. His classes were planned around the full moon so he would be away during his possible transitions. Luckily, Severus had developed a more advanced version of wolfsbane to completely counteract the transition. It was still in the early stages of testing, with Lupin being a tester, but so far the results were favorable.

"What would that be professor?" Harry asked from where he stood with a flock of girls fawning over him. Hermione couldn't help but roll her eyes. Women fell all over him wherever he went. They all knew about the hefty sum the ministry paid the three of them for their part in the war.

"Boggarts." At this, the class gasped before silence fell. Hermione felt a chill run through her body at that.

"You can't be serious?" She asked eyeing her professor.

"I'm quite serious Miss Granger. Now, you have all been through something traumatic. Whether you were involved directly or not, it was the most traumatic time in years. It has come to the attention of the staff that it has become a hindrance on your learning. So, with the help of Headmistress McGonagall, we have decided to revisit boggarts. Mind healers have been brought to Hogwarts to help you through your issues. Using this method," he said motioning to the cabinet behind him, "we can get to the bottom of it all." Hermione couldn't help but scoff. Boggarts? Mind healers? She had already visited a mind healer for her trauma. She continues to work through it to the best of her abilities. But subjugating students to this? What on earth were they thinking? "Healing is a process. This will be the beginning of that process. We are offering every available option to help you, you just have to take it." When no one spoke, he clapped his hands together. "Names will be randomly drawn from this bowl here," he said pointing to his left. Something like a fish bowl sat on a pedestal. "We will begin." Lupin waved his hand bringing a small piece of paper to it. "Miss Brown, you're up first."

Hermione watched as Lavender walked forward cautiously. Her hair was down, covering the scars Greyback had left on her neck. She barely made it out of the war alive. Lupin opened the cabinet, and as Hermione expected, Fenrir Greyback emerged. Lavender shook with fear and her wand hand trembled. Others around her cowered as if the horrid beast were actually in this room. Hermione was not afraid having watched Bill Weasley kill him in the final battle.

"Riddikulus," Lavender said with a quiver. The boggart shimmered turning Greyback into a crying babydoll. A few chuckles were heard, but not the laughter they would once give out. One by one each student faced their boggart. Next was Padma, then Justin, Ginny, and so on. There were times when their professor had to bud in when students were too terrified to speak. One student vomited on the floor. Hermione had come to the conclusion that the staff were pure idiots. How was this to help?

"Mister Malfoy, you're up." Hermione turned her head to the quiet blonde at the back of the room. A path was cleared for him before he even took a step. Draco Malfoy had been cleared of all charges. He was dubbed the boy without a choice when the war ended. Hermione had spoken for him at his trial alongside Harry. Ron questioned her on her choice to do it. Her only reasoning was he was just a child. He hadn't wanted the cards that were dealt to him. He had been forced to return to Hogwarts as part of the conditions set by the ministry. He had kept his head down and his words to himself. He spent most of his time alone and secluded. Hermione watched him walk slowly toward the front of the room. He looked at no one, just the cabinet. She couldn't help but be curious as to what his boggart could be. Would it be Voldemort? His father?