The Forgotten Potter; DM

XXVIII. Ankle-Biting Boggart

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"Madam Pomfrey said another minute and I could've lost my arm," Draco could be heard from the Slytherin table.

"Liar," Ivy muttered as she glared at him from the Gryffindor table before dropping her head in her arms.

"Listen to the idiot," Ron said from beside her. "He's really laying it on thick, isn't he?"

"Ron, stop talking so loud," Ivy groaned as she lifted her head and held it in her hands.

"I'm not," He argued.

She sighed, "I think my skull is broken."

"I guess all Slytherins are that dramatic," Ron told his friends.

"At least Hagrid didn't get fired," Harry mentioned from opposite Ron.

"I hear Draco's father's furious," Hermione spoke up from beside him. "We haven't heard the end of this."

"He's been sighted! He's been sighted!" Seamus yelled out, slamming a newspaper on the table.

Ivy instantly groaned at the loud sound, "Oh my God!" She pressed her hands against her ears.

"Who?"

"Sirius Black!"

Ivy watched them crowd around Seamus, staying put.

"Dufftown? That's not far from here."

"You don't think he'd come to Hogwarts, do you?"

Ivy dropped her head in her arms again as they all panicked about Sirius Black quite loudly. If what Draco told her was true, there was nothing to worry about. Sirius Black wasn't out for Harry. If anything, he was out for the people who threw him into prison. Ivy then realised she didn't actually know what specifically his crime was other than murder.

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"Intriguing, isn't it?" Lupin called out to the class as they watched a wardrobe consistently shake. "Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what is inside?"

"That's a boggart, that is," Dean answered.

"Very good, Mister Thomas. Now, can anyone tell me what a boggart looks like?"

"No one knows," Hermione answered, appearing from nowhere.

"When did she get here?" Ron complained.

"Boggarts are shape-shifters," Hermione ignored him and answered, "They take the shape of whatever a person fears the most. That's what makes them so-"

"So terrifying, yes, yes," Lupin cut her off. He walked to the front. "Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a boggart. Let's practise it, now. Without wands, please. After me, Riddikulus!"

The students chorused, "Riddikulus."

"Very good. A little louder and very clear. Listen: Riddikulus!"

"Riddikulus!"

"This class is ridiculous," Draco mumbled in annoyance, leaning against the wall with his bandaged arm.