Y/N x Draco Malfoy (Enemies to Lovers)

Boggarts

Y/N's POV

Defence Against the Dark Arts had always been one of the subjects I looked forward to the most, but today felt different. There was a tension in the air that I couldn't shake. Maybe it was because of Remus, my childhood guardian, now standing at the front of the class, teaching us about boggarts. Maybe it was something more.

I tried to ignore the looks Draco kept shooting me from across the room. Ever since we'd started spending more time in class together, his gaze had felt heavier—like he was watching my every move, trying to figure me out.

Remus began explaining how boggarts transform into what we fear most, and I could feel the dread pooling in my stomach. What would mine be? I didn't even know myself.One by one, students took their turn, laughing nervously as their boggarts transformed into things like spiders or embarrassing moments. But when it was my turn, the air seemed to shift.The boggart swirled and morphed, and then it hit me—my worst fear. In front of the entire class, the vision unfolded: Harry, lying lifeless, his glasses cracked on the floor beside him, a shadow looming over him as if something terrible had just happened.

My breath caught in my throat, and my heart pounded in my chest. I couldn't move.The class went silent, and I could feel the weight of their stares. Why was this my boggart? Why was it Harry?Remus quickly stepped in, waving his wand and turning the boggart back into its harmless form. "Riddikulus," he murmured, but his voice was tight, his eyes glancing at me with concern.

Harry's POV

I couldn't believe what I had just seen. Y/N's boggart had been me. Something happening to me. Why? What did it mean? I looked over at her, and she seemed as shaken as I was. There was something deeper here—something I didn't understand.

Draco's eyes were practically burning holes into the back of my head. I knew he was furious, but I couldn't focus on that right now.As the class ended, I pulled Remus aside. "What was that about?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Why was I her boggart?"Remus sighed, his face drawn with worry. "Harry, there's something you need to know."

Draco's POV

That was it. I knew there was something between them. The way Y/N looked at Potter—her boggart practically screaming her fear for him—made my blood boil. I couldn't stand it. She shouldn't care about him, of all people. There was something going on between them, and I wasn't going to let it slide.

Later that evening - Harry's POV

I followed Remus to his office, my mind spinning. Y/N's reaction had been so intense, and I had a sinking feeling that there was more to this than I realized.

When we reached the office, Remus closed the door behind us, his face serious. "Harry, there's something I need to explain to you. It's about Y/N."

I frowned, sitting down across from him. "What's going on, Professor? Why was I her boggart?"

Just as Remus opened his mouth to speak, the door to the office creaked open. Y/N stood there, her face pale and her eyes filled with determination.

Before Remus could say anything, she stepped into the room.

Y/N's POV

I had been listening from the hallway, my heart pounding as the pieces finally came together. Remus was about to tell Harry the truth—but I couldn't let him do it. This was something I needed to say myself.

I stepped into the room, my chest tight with emotion. Harry turned to look at me, confusion in his eyes.

"Harry," I began, my voice trembling slightly. "There's something I need to tell you."

Remus froze, his expression softening as he realized what I was about to do.

I took a deep breath, my eyes meeting Harry's. "I'm your sister."

For a moment, the room was so silent that I could hear my heartbeat in my ears. Harry stared at me, his brow furrowed in disbelief.

"What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice low, almost uncertain.

"I found out two weeks ago," I said, stepping closer to him. "Remus told me. I didn't know how to tell you. Our parents—James and Lily—they're mine too. I'm your sister, Harry."

Harry blinked, the weight of my words sinking in. His face twisted with shock and something else—anger? Confusion? He took a step back, his mind reeling.

"How... how could no one tell me?" he muttered. "All this time, and I didn't know I had a sister?"

Remus, still standing silently, finally spoke. "It was to protect both of you. You were kept apart for a reason, Harry."

Harry's frustration boiled over. "I just—this is too much. And on top of that, there's something else. Dumbledore told me something..."

Remus and I both turned to him, curious and tense.

Harry ran a hand through his hair, his face pale. "Dumbledore told me that... Sirius Black is coming after me. Apparently, he was our parents' friend, but he betrayed them to Voldemort. He escaped Azkaban and now... now he wants to kill me."

My heart dropped. Sirius Black, the name that had been whispered in nightmares. The man who had caused all this pain, now hunting Harry?

Remus clenched his fists, his face dark with emotion. "Sirius... he was James' best friend. I never thought he would do this."

I couldn't stay silent. "Remus," I interrupted, "what else aren't you telling us?"

Remus hesitated, his gaze darting between me and Harry, but before he could answer, the weight of everything that had been revealed hung heavy in the air.

The truth had changed everything—Harry had a sister, and both of us were now tangled in a web far more dangerous than we'd ever imagined.