Harry Potter One Shots

Boggart :: Neville Longbottom

Y/N's pov:

We stood in Professor Remus Lupin's DADA class. We were in our third year and Professor Lupin taught this class the best out of the other professors who taught it. Today we were learning about something called a Boggart.

When we arrived, no desks were in the room, and there was a giant wardrobe locked in the front of the room, by Lupin's desk.

"Good afternoon class, welcome to defense against the dark arts. Who's ready to learn about the boggart?"

Everyone raised their hands eagerly, this class was different than the others, the students were eager. Of course other than Draco and his little group of goons who stood against the wall and watched everyone else.

"Alright, um, Neville, you come first." Lupin said as he scanned the group. I gave Neville a comforting push as he walked in front of the class.

"Does anyone know what a boggart looks like?"

Hermione raised her hand and Lupin called on her.

"A boggart doesn't have a distinct look as it turns into a nearby person's fear." She said confidently and Lupin nodded.

"Great Granger, 10 points to Gryffindor! Okay Neville, what are you afraid of?"

"P-Professor Snape."

"Very scary man indeed, so now I want you to imagine Professor Snape, and I hear you live with your grandmother?"

"I'm afraid of her too." Neville muttered.

"Imagine Professor Snape wearing your grandmother's clothes, can you do that?" Neville nodded and Lupin unlocked the wardrobe.

In walked Professor Snape, looking as eerie as ever.

"ridikulous!" Neville shouted and Snape had on a woman's trench coat and a large hat on his head.

The class erupted into laughter and Neville even cracked a smile.

"Everyone form a line, everyone will get a turn!" Neville pushed me to the front of the line, I dreaded it as my fear was embarrassing.

"Ah Ms. y/l/n, imagine what fears you the most."

I closed my eyes as my mother and father appeared. They used to abuse me as a baby and all the way up til I was 10, and Hogwarts turned into my home permanently until I graduate.

Their wretched features made me horrified, almost causing me to run from the room. My father's face tattoos getting darker the closer he gets to me.

I grip my wand tightly.

"Ridikulous!" I shouted at the top of my lungs and the creepy, mangy parents I had turned into two large pumpkins, causing me to smile because they were no longer in front of me.

Everyone went quiet, no laughter as they were all frightened by my parents. I put my want inside my robe and ran out of the class and ran to anywhere I could get to.

"Y/n, wait up!" Neville called behind me. He didn't know about my parents, as I told everyone that they're dead, they might as well be dead from me.

"Y/n, what was that back there?"

"That was my disgrace of parents, they abused me as a baby until I got my Hogwarts letter and then Hogwarts became my home." I looked down at the stairs beneath me.

"My god, y/n, I'm so sorry, you always said your parents were killed."

"They're dead to me, and they're my deepest fear. Now everyone knows." I said, sitting down on the stairs.

"I'm so sorry, y/n." Neville gently grabbed me into a hug and I rested my head in the crook of his neck, taking his soft aura in.

"Nothing will get you now, you're safe." He tried to comfort me which I appreciated even if he didn't do that great of a job.

"Thanks Nev, I know I could always count on you to make me feel better."

"Of course, y/n, it's what friends are for." Neville smiled with his crooked teeth showing. We then walked to the Gryffindor common room where we relaxed until Herbology came.

A/N: sorry for the dark story turn there, didn't plan on that. Using that kind of dark turn always inspires me to write and give proper comfort to the character, remember you are loved if you're going through anything! 💕