Harry Potter and the last Potter (fanfic)

Sirius Black Professor Lupin and more dementors

It was dinner time at Hogwarts. Everyone was still either talking about the drama with Draco, or Harry's bravery for flying a Hippogriff.

Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and I were sat at our usual place on the Gryffindor table. I was facing the Slytherin table listening to Draco waffle about his arm. Meanwhile, beside our group, two of the Gryffindor girls, Lavender and Parvati (who attended the same Divination class as me), were reading tea leaves from everyone's mugs, trying to figure out what each shape had meant.

A skinny Slytherin girl with short black hair and pale skin was over-the-top sympathising Draco. Verbally and physically. Her name is Pansy Parkinson. God, I hated her. "Does is hurt terribly, Draco?" She said gawking at him while holding his good arm with one hand, and stroking is sling-bound arm with the other. I was feeling very sour towards this.

"It comes and goes," he began theatrically, "still... I consider myself lucky. According to Madam Pomfrey, another minute or two... and I could've lost the arm". Parkinson sighed, her green eyes wide. I saw Draco look at me from the corner of his eye. "The little git!" Said Ron, "he's really laying it on thick isn't he?"
"Yeah well at least Hagrid didn't get fired," said Harry sounding down.
"Yes, but I hear Draco's father is furious. We haven't heard the end of this," said Hermione. I think she's right.

We filled our plates with chicken, mash, peas, gravy, bread, corn and anything else that we could reach. We were about to dig in when suddenly, "he's been sighted! He's been sighted!" Yelled Seamus, running from the great hall's big doors waving a newspaper in the air. "Who?!" Asked Ron
"Sirius Black!"

They all read the front page of the newspaper titled 'The Daily Prophet'. There was a photo of a man who looked crazy. He had dark, long, curly hair and he was screaming holding up a black square with white writing which stated 'SIRIUS BLACK. AZKABAN PRISON.' And weird symbols which looked like we're meant to be numbers. Then I realised. The photo was moving. He turned his head to the left, screamed, then to the centre, screamed, and to the right, and screamed. It just went round like that. I poked the photo and he went to bite me! "Don't upset him!" Ron warned him.
"Dufftown! That's not far from here!" Said Hermione
"You d-don't think he'll come to H-H-Hogwarts, d-do you?" Asked Neville
"What? With dementor's at every entrance?" Said Dean
"Dementor's?" Said Seamus, "he's slipped past them once. Who's to say he won't do it again?"
"That's right," Said a chubby Nigerian boy called Bem. He watched the image grimly. "Black could be anywhere. It's like trying to catch smoke. It's like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands".

Everyone stood silent starring at the newspaper. Much like usual, I had no idea what was going on and I didn't bother to ask. It sounded like a political drama which I could do without.

We arrived at our next lesson; defence against the dark arts. It seemed like I was in all of the same lessons as Harry, Ron and Hermione. Actually, Hermione seemed to be in every class there was to take. We didn't even see her walk in the room! Here's what I mean:

An old dark brown wardrobe shook violently. Everyone in the class was very wary of it. When asked by the professor what it was, Seamus answered "that's a Boggart, that is!"
"And can anyone tell me what a Boggart looks like?" Asked the Professor.

The teacher teaching was the new-to-the-school, Professor Lupin. He was tall with short brown hair. His complexion reminded me a little bit of a lanky mouse. He had a scruffy moustache and a scar down his face. His robes were a beigey-brown and he reminded me of a detective.

"No one knows," said Hermione, appearing out of no where, "a Boggart is a shape-shifter, they take the shape of whatever that particular person fears the most. That's what makes it so-"
"So terrifying, yes" said Professor Lupin.

"How did she get here?" Whispered Ron to Harry.

I looked around the classroom just trying to absorb everything that was happening around me. I'd been thinking about Molly a lot, and the life I had before this. I understood that I was lucky to have this life, to be blessed with such a wonderful gift. To be able to learn about what I can do and embrace it. To know that I have a family is the best part of all of this. Being an orphan and wanting a family so desperately is very heartbreaking and degrading. You feel like no one wants you, even though you know it's not true... You still think about it. Once you become a teenager then it's completely over for you. It's very rare when someone comes in looking for a teenager and I can say it's definitely never happened at Holy County. Once
I turned 13 I gave up on hoping for any kind of family. My family was Molly. And now she's there. All alone.

As the class continued to be taught and my head was up in the clouds, Harry was talking with Ron and they were laughing. Hermione snapped her fingers at them and they both looked straight. Once she turned, they would laugh again. Professor Lupin coughed at them and then they really stopped. I went over to Harry and put my head on his shoulder and held his arm. "Hey, you ok?" Harry asked sincerely
"I'm glad you're my brother," I said quietly, holding tighter.
"I'm glad you're my sister," he smiled putting his arm around me.
I noticed a lot of attention was on us until Neville was facing the shaking wardrobe.

"Now, I want you to imagine your aunt's clothes, only her clothes," instructed Professor Lupin, "wand at the ready!"

He swished his wand at the wardrobe and it slowly opened. I feared what was coming out. I saw a white hand grab the side of the opening door and out emerged... Professor Snape? Neville is scared of Professor Snape? "Ridiculous!" Shouted Neville pointing his wand at the Professor, turning his robes into a pink, feathery and fluffy ensemble. Everyone burst into laughter; including Neville.

"Beautiful, wonderful! Next person! Come on, form a line!"

Everyone got behind Ron and the line grew right to the back door of the classroom. I saw Draco and his crew were at the back. I didn't realise he was in this class, too. Maybe he's in all our classes. He pushed everyone down the line and Ron pushed everyone back into him.

"No pushing! Come on, now. Next! Ron!"

Ron came forward laughing and then realised he was about to face his greatest fear. He readied his wand and the Boggart morphed Snape's body and turned into a giant spider. I'll admit, this seriously freaked me out. The spider was big enough to clip about ten people with its feelers. Ron shook nervously and squeaked out "ridiculous!" Then suddenly the horrific spider had roller skates and was slipping everywhere falling on its belly. Everyone laughed and he went to the back of the line.

"Excellent! Next!" Professor Lupin waved people forward.

Parvati was next. The spider then took shape of a giant cobra. The spider could reach the top of the ceiling (which was very high) and it was big enough to be able to make out each scale which were the size of building bricks. She snapped her wand and said the incantation "ridiculous!" And it turned into a jack-in-the-box.

Harry was next. He laughed but looked worried. The class turned very anxious, too. I know who they expect to turn up, and I expect the same. The Boggart changes and a black cloaked figure glides out. It's what I saw on the train. 

Professor Lupin jumped in front of Harry and the Boggart changed from a dementor to a small full moon with grey clouds surrounding it. He snapped his wand at it and said "ridiculous", and the moon turned into a milky colored balloon which flew around the classroom and back into the wardrobe.

The class went silent.

"Ok, that's enough for one day. Uh... Class dismissed." Everyone had left apart from Harry.

I walked over to him and held his hand. He held it back and watch the wardrobe. "Harry," I whispered, "Harry, are you alright?" He didn't reply. I noticed he and Professor Lupin exchanged glances but I pretended not to notice. I just watched the wardrobe rattle one last time.