Harry Potter imagines//preferences

George Weasley - Boggart

Today was the first Defence Against The Dark Arts lesson with the new teacher, professor Lupin. You were kind of excited, because you had heard a lot of good things about it. Together with Fred and George Weasley, your best friends, you walked to class. The three of you walked in and saw a big closet on the other side of the room. Professor Lupin was standing in front of it with a big smile on his face. "Does anyone know what's inside?" He asked. You heard confused muttering from your fellow students, who obviously didn't have a clue of what was inside. Of course you did have an idea and you raised your hand. "Yes, miss (Y/L/N)." Lupin said. "It's a boggart, sir." "Correct. And what does a boggart look like?" "No one knows. They take the form of what you fear the most." You answered without hesitation. Lupin looked impressed. "Very well, very well indeed. Ten points to Ravenclaw for that." You smiled proudly. "Okay, who wants to give it a try? There's a very easy spell to fight a boggart. Repeat after me: Riddikulus!" "Riddikulus!" The entire class said. "Very good. Who wants first? Miss (Y/L/N)?" "Oh, no sir. I'd rather just watch." You stuttered. You already knew what form your boggart would take and you weren't ready to show your class your worst fear. "Oh come on! You'll do great. Come on, don't be shy." Reluctantly you walked toward the closet. "Wand at the ready. Here we go." With a wave of his wand he opened the closet and.... Your father stepped out. Your breathing quickened at the sight of him. "(Y/N), the worthless (Y/N)." The boggart/father spit. "Can't you do anything right? You stupid little bitch!" "R- Riddi... Riddikulus." You stuttered, but the spell and thought weren't strong enough. When your father/boggart raised his hand to 'hit' you, George ran forward and the boggart took shape of a dying Fred. "Riddikulus!" George said calm and the boggart turned into Malfoy who got pranked. "Are you okay?" He asked concerned. You didn't say anything. The whole class was staring at you. You turned round and ran away, to the tree by the lake where you always sat when you felt miserable. "(Y/N)!" You heard George call after you, but you ran on. When you sat down by the tree the tears started to come. You hadn't told a soul about your abusive father. You felt someone sit down next to you. "Why didn't you tell me?" George asked. "It is nothing." You said. "Besides, he's right. I can't do anything right. I can't even fight a boggart with the easiest spell ever. Did you see the look on their faces? The girl who's always top of the class can't fight a boggart." You laughed bitter. "Don't talk rubbish. You're amazing. The cleverest at Hogwarts, no doubt. Funniest. Sweetest. Bestest friend you could ask for." You started blushing. You couldn't take compliments. "The point is" George went on "I'm not going to let you go back to that house, you know. I'm going to talk to Dumbledore and say you're going to live with us in the Burrow." "You'd do that for me?" "Of course silly. You're my best friend and I love you a lot. I don't want you to live in an abusive Household. FYI, when mum finds out she's gonna kill your dad and take you in anyway." He laughed. You laughed through your tears and felt a bit better. You were the luckiest with the Weasleys as friends.