TRIGGER WARNING - SEIZURES
"Does it hurt terribly, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson caressed his bandaged arm, sounding overly worried.
"It comes and it goes. Still, I consider myself lucky. Another minute or two and I, uh, could've lost my arm. Couldn't possibly do any homework for weeks," The blonde replied, a tad theatrical.
Ron narrowed his eyes from afar, "He's really laying it on thick, isn't he? The bloody git."
"At least Hagrid didn't get sacked," Nadia said, attempting to lighten the atmosphere but failing miserably.
Hermione glared daggers into the boy's head, "Yeah, but I hear Draco's father's furious. We haven't heard the end of this."
Suddenly, Seamus came rocketing into the Great Hall, frantically waving about a newspaper clipping, "He's been sighted! He's been sighted!"
"Who?" The chilling image of Sirius Black answered the lingering question. Hermione's eyes flitted over the page, a frown forming on her worried face, "Dufftown, that's not far from here."
"You don't think he'd come to Hogwarts, do you?" Neville sighed fearfully.
"With dementors at every entrance?"
"He's got past them before, hasn't he?" Seamus stated. "Who's to say he won't do it again?"
"That's right. Black could be anywhere. It's like trying to catch smoke, like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands."
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A tall wardrobe rattled and shook at the front of the classroom. A small smile played on Professor Lupin's lips, "Intriguing, isn't it? Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what's inside?"
"That's a boggart, that is," Dean answered.
"Very good, Mr Thomas. Can anyone tell us what a boggart looks like?"
"No one knows," Hermione stated, once again appearing from nowhere. Nadia's mind was reeling. "Boggarts are shape-shifters. They take the shape of whatever a particular person fears the most. That's what makes it so--"
"Terrifying, yes," Lupin finished. "Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a boggart. Let's practice it now, shall we? Uh, without wands, please...Riddikulus."
"Riddikulus!" The class repeated warily.
"Again, Riddikulus."
"Riddikulus!" The class echoed, much firmer this time.
"This class is ridiculous," Draco muttered quietly, eyes narrowed and arms folded.
"Good. So much for the easy part. You see, the incantation alone is not enough. No, what really finishes a boggart off is laughter. You need to force it to assume the shape of something you find truly amusing. Neville, come up here will you?"
The boy stepped forward nervously, eyes trained on the trembling wardrobe. With a comforting smile, Lupin lowered himself to Neville's level and asked, "What would you say frightens you most?"
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Fanfiction***UNDER MAJOR EDITING*** All she wanted was a quiet seven years filled with studying, friendships and, of course, magic. However, what she got, was seven drama-filled years with sworn enemies, the Boy Who Lived and the Slytherin Prince, fawning ove...
