I sighed as Professor Dean droned on about a spell called “Riddikulus”, a spell to be rid of boggarts. I didn’t pay too much attention and knew that I would suffer later on when we practiced on a boggart.
I was puzzling over the chat the Marauders had with Ashlyn. They almost sounded concerned. A word I was sure didn’t exist in Potter’s vocabulary. I was awoken from my thoughts when Professor Dean said,” All right class. Line up, we’re going to be testing the spell with a boggart Professor Dumbledore found in a closet. First in line come on…” I groaned inwardly. I was only good at DADA if I paid attention, but thanks to Potter, I shot a glare at him, I had only given the spell a moment’s thought.
I got into line not pleased that I was fourth. Directly in front of me was Ashlyn and behind me was Potter. I sighed and looked ahead to professor Dean who was unleashing the boggart out on the first victim, Black.
A motorcycle zoomed out of the chest. A motorcycle Maybe I could use this against him… The motorcycle crashed into a fake him. Lets just say the scene wasn’t particularly pleasant. “Riddikulus!” He shouted waving his wand, but nothing happened. He tried again, “Riddikulus!” The motorcycle changed into Snape which sent him in a roar of laughter. I shook my head. What jerks.
The professor ushered him away allowing the next student, Lilly Evans, to step forth and practice the art of beating the boggart.
Lilly’s boggart turned into an image of Snape, dead. To only add to the horrifying scene, three muggles joined him, which I was positive were her family members, then Ashlyn. “Riddikulus!” The boggart poffed into a little pup dog. I gave a soft giggle. Oh how sweet Lilly was. The Professor awarded her with ten points to Gryffindor then Ashlyn was next. I was curious, what was she afraid of?
A girl in Hogwarts robes poofed from a black mass that had been a pup moments before. Her sister? The girl was screaming with heavy tears rolling down her pale cheeks, no noise came out. She was also dripping wet. Huh?
She pointed her wand at the silently screaming girl, ”Ridikkulus!” Nothing happened. “Ridikkulus! Ridikkulus! Ridikkulus!” The boggart only screamed harder as she tried to complete the spell.
Soon, Professor Dean stepped in casting the spell effectively. Ashlyn ran out of the room who was followed quickly followed by Lupin. The Marauders sure were acting strange today. The professor caught my attention and told me to step up which I did.
It did not take the boggart long to figure out what I was most afraid of. It changed into me. A littler version of me with blonde hair done up into pigtails. A tall man loomed over me and placed a hand on my shoulder. A knife dripped with blood from my small fist. Two bodies laid next to me, dead. They brought tears to my eyes when I saw them. Mum and Da. “R-Ridikkulus,” I muttered tears falling onto the cold stone floor. Nothing happened. Everyone stared at me and Potter stopped snickering. I was always strong. My voice was never wavering.
To only make matters worse Potter came in. The man and I turned to him. The man flicked his wand. “Kill him.” The five year old me pounced on him. I raised the knife and drove it into his heart, but as I did I changed into the normal me, fifteen once again. Dean seeing tis going nowhere stepped in and like the last student completed the spell before me. As I walked to the back everyone surrounded me bombarding me with questions. I pushed past them still crying. Luckily as I reached the door, the professor dismissed us. I ran to the Hufflepuff common room and realized as I ran, I wasn’t crying because of the scene of my parents death ten years ago, I was crying because I had killed Potter. I would be sad if the jerk died. I shook my head. No. He was my enemy. He was cold and a bully, yet the statment kept resounding in the back of my mind.
I had alot on my mind as I sat down outside my common room begining to peice myself back togther. Lucky for my Potter came down the hall. I wiped away my tears and attemted the subtle smirk I always displayed when around my rival. "What do you want, Potter?" I'm sure he knew better than to ask what happened in DADA.
"I belive you still owe my a rematch of catch the snitch from last year," He said looking at me. "Though if you don't want too, I can always take title of champinon." Catch the Snitch had been going on for years. Basically, it's two seekers try to grab the snitch and whoever gets it first wins.
"As if Potter!" I scoffed. "Over my dead body you'll become champion!" He smirked as I returned to my old self.
"Will see! Quidditch feild 7:15 tonight, don't be late."
"Yeah, Like I should be concerned about being late." He ignored me as he walked off. I stood up and walked into my common room. Maybe I really would be sad if that idiot died. He was the only one who could peice me back togther.
Today is September 11th, 2012. Let everyone take a moment to remeber those who died in the tragic event 11 years ago. As the towers burned down America was reborn, bonded in their monuring. Never forget those fase lost in September 11th, 2001.
