Prisoner of Azkaban

Chapter Six

Sorry for the long wait. Been off internet.

I walk to Astronomy with Cedric.

"What do you have tomorrow?" He asks.

"DADA," I inform him. "Excited. I heard Professor Lupin is pretty cool."

"He is. I think you'll like him."

We enter class and sit next to each other in the back.

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I walk into DADA. I'm really excited for this class. Everyone is so full of energy and excitement. This is our first DADA teacher that is not extremely weird according to others. Professor Lupin walks in. He has light brown hair and dark brown eyes.

"Morning class," he says. "Let's get started. Does anyone know what a boggart is?"

I raise my hand and he picks me.

"A boggart is a creature that feeds on fear. No one knows it's true form, because it is in the form of your fear."

"Excellent Ms.Smith. Ten points to Hufflepuff. Now the charm, 'Riddickulus', is the best defense mechanism possible. Line up single file."

We do as he says, me in the back. Knowing how people would react. Each person takes turn, fighting their fears. From giant bugs to random teachers to dead family members to childhood memories. Each one is different than the last. I finally come forward.

"She's not afraid of anything," someone whispers behind me. I take a deep breath, preparing for the worst. Time runs out, so I grab my stuff.

"Ms.Smith," Professor Lupin calls. "Stay behind."

I wait till everyone has left, then head over to him.

"Everyone did this assignment," he informs me. "So you have to do it also."

"If you look at my record..."

"You've missed one assignment."

"Showing I'm unreliable."

He points at the wardrobe that the boggart lives in and I head over there with my head hanging down. I pull out my wand out of my boot and prepare to face my fear. Lupin opens the wardrobe and my parents come out hand in hand.

"Riddick..."

"Don't you dare finish that spell," I hear my mother's voice. I thought they couldn't talk.

"She can't," my father tells her. "She's too weak."

Lupin steps in between us and it changes into a full moon.

"Riddickulus," he shouts. It changes into a deflating balloon and flies into the wardrobe, closing the door behind it.

"Second time this week," he mumbles. He turns to me. "I didn't know. Forgive me."

"It's not your fault. Only one person knew before you."

He apologizes again and dismisses me.