Snake hair: Hidden freedom (Draco x F!Reader) (Book 3)

The Boggart

It was time for lunch and we were in the Great Hall.  "I consider myself lucky, another minute and I could have lost my arm." We heard Pansy say. "She really is lying it on thick, isn't she?" Ron asked with a disgusted face. "Hagrid's got lucky he didn't got sacked." Daniel exclaimed.
"But I heard Parkinson's mother was furious." Hermoine butted in. 

I heard footsteps approach and I turned around. To my surprise, Draco was approaching us. "Mind if I sit with you?" He asked. I was surprised, but smiled and nodded. "What is the reason you came and sit with us?" I asked him. "Pansy, she keeps on whining about her arm and she asks me to be with her all the time." He sighted and laid his head on my shoulder. "I hate being around her and the way she keeps whining about you, saying that she is better then you." He looked at me and I frowned. "Why don't you just ignore her?" Hermoine asked. "I can't, she keeps coming back to me and when she does, she won't go away. No matter how many times I ask, she just won't."

I wanted to reply, but Seamus came running in with the Daily Prophet in his hand. "He's been spotted. He's been spotted!" He shrieked. "Who?" Neville asked. "Sirius Black." He exclaimed. We crowded around him, looking at the newspaper. "Dufftown? That's not far from here." Hermoine exclaimed. "You don't think he'll come to Hogwarts, do you?" I shared a look with Harry, both of us knowing the he was. "With Dementors at every entrance?" Ron asked. "Dementors? He's slipped past them once. Who's to say he won't do it again?" Seamus asked.
"That's right. Black could be anywhere. It's like trying to catch smoke. Like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands." I was worried, but didn't show it. I looked at Harry who had a frown on his face and looked to be in deep thought. I closed my eyes and tried to not think about the outcome of an encounter with Black.

After lunch we had DADA. We entered the classroom and all the tables were shoved aside and in the middle of the room was a wardrobe. "Please come further and stand in front of the wardrobe, but don't open it." Lupin warned. We walked further into the room and stopped in front of the wardrobe. "Intriguing, isn't it? Would anyone like to venture a guess of what's inside the wardrobe?" Lupin asked. "That's a Boggart, that is." Dean Thomas answered. "Now can anyone tell me what a Boggart looks like?" Lupin asked. "No one knows." I answered. Ron spun around. "When did she get here?" He asked Harry. "Boggarts are shape-shifters. They take the shape of whatever a person fears the most. That's what's makes them so...." Lupin cuts me off. "So terrifying, yes, yes, yes. Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a Boggart. Let's practice it now. Without wands, please. After me. Riddikulus!" He spoke. "Riddikulus." The whole class repeated. "This class is ridiculous." I heard Pansy say from behind me. I turned around and glared at Pansy. "So much for the easy part. The incantation is not enough. What really finishes a Boggart is laughter. You need to force it to assume a shape you truly find amusing. Let me explain. Neville, would you join me, please?" 

Neville carefully walked forward. "Neville, what frightens you the most of all?" Lupin asked him. Neville mumbled something I didn't catch and Lupin didn't either. "Sorry?"
"Professor Snape." He said louder. I laughed softly. "Professor Snape. Yes, frightens all." Lupin chuckled. "And I believe you live with your grandmother?" Lupin continued. "Yes, but I don't want that Boggart to turn into her, either." Neville stammered. The class laughed again. "No, it won't. I want you to picture her clothes. Only her clothes, very clearly, in your mind." He instructed. Neville started to explain what his grandmother's clothes looked like,but Lupin cuts him off. Lupin came closer to Neville and whispered something in his ear, something I didn't catch. 

"Wand at the ready. One....Two......Three." Lupin flicked his wand and the wardrobe opened. Professor Snape stepped out of the closet. The fake Snape slowly walked towards Neville. "Riddikulus!" Neville cried. Snape stumbled back and now wore a green jacket and dress, with a red hand bag. He had a hat on his head with a dead duck on it. It was hilarious. The whole class laughed and the version of Snape looked around embarrassed and confused. "Incredible, now form a line." Lupin called out. 

Everyone went and formed a line. A group of Slytherins stood in the back and pushed everyone forward. There was, finally, a normal line and Ron was in the front. Ron stepped forward and Snape turned into a gigantic spider. I could hear Ron whimper in fear. "Riddikulus." Ron yelled and the feet of the spider turned into roller skates. The spider fell to the ground and couldn't get up anymore.

Next up was Parvati. The spider turned into a gigantic snake and the snake looked at her and let out a loud hiss. "Riddikulus." She spoke and the snake turned into a Jack-in-the-box.
Then it was Harry's turn. He walked up and the Boggart turned, not to my surprise, into a Dementor. "Riddikulus." He cried and the Dementor turned into a blanket with eyes.
After him came Draco. His Boggart turned into me. I was lying on the floor, screaming murder and looked directly at Draco. I could see that Draco was crying and the real me stepped forward and  I placed my hand on his shoulder. "It's not real." I whispered in his ear. "Riddikulus." He yelled and the Boggart turned into me and him having a snowball fight. It surprised me at first, but I got why he chose the 'memory'. 

Now it was my turn. I had no idea what my fear was, so I was not in advantage. The Boggart turned into my friends. Harry, Hermoine, Ron, Samira, Daniel, Draco, Vincent, Gregory, my mum and dad lay lifeless on the floor. A black cloud appeared and out of the cloud came Voldemort. He raised his wand and everyone that was on the floor stood up in a very unnatural way. They all had these blue snake-like eyes and they grinned evilly at me. All of them pointed there wands at me. "Crucio." They all screamed. It felt like tiny, hot knives were jabbed into my body and were slicing my skin off. I screamed at the top of my lungs and begged for it to stop. It stopped, but I could still feel the pain. I couldn't make out what the voices around me were saying, everything was muffled. I could feel that I was being picked up, but after that everything went dark.   

Was that my fear?