Implications of child abuse, panic attack, angst with happy ending, hurt comfort✌🏼
don't like, don't read, that's it basically
previously called Boggart
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"So today we will be learning about boggarts, everyone," said Professor Lupin with a smile that never left his face. "Does anyone know what a boggart is?" he asked the quietly murmuring class. Draco felt himself shuddered slightly, knowing full well what a boggart was. The inner fear he felt immediately vanished as he repeated what his father had told him.
Malfoys do not fear.
"Yes, Miss Granger?"
"A boggart is a shape-shifting creature that takes shape of something we fear," she answered with a proud expression on her face. Ever the knowing Gryffindor she was. "Yes," Professor Lupin nodded. "A boggart takes shape of something we fear the most. To vanquish it, we use a spell to turn it into something funny. It's 'Riddikulus'. Now everyone, line up. All of you will have a turn on this. No one will be left behind, alright? Do not worry. If something goes wrong, I will help you with it. Now, let's start with Ms Granger."
Draco and a few of his friends lined up somewhere in the middle. His heart was thundering so hard in his chest to the point where his lungs weren't responding to him. The first half of them had their turns before it reached Draco.
Granger with F's.
Weasley with tarantulas.
Longbottom with Professor Snape.
Potter with dementors.
"I bet it's gonna be something so stupid," Draco heard Weasley whispered to Potter unabashedly as they stared at him when he stepped forwardly a little shakily although Potter just frowned back as a response but he kept his head held high even so. "Remember, Mr Malfoy. The spell is Riddikulus."
Draco couldn't speak as if someone had muted him, clogging his throat with something so heavy. His hands trembled slightly as he saw the boggart started to take shape. He could hear murmurs around him as the form of his father stood in front of him with a sneer. Draco felt his blood drained from his face entirely. "Mr Malfoy–" Professor Lupin started with a warning edge. "Cast the spell. It's just a boggart. Fight back."
"I knew you helped them last year, Draco," the boggart said, slowly unbuckling his belt. Everyone watched with shock as Draco stood there petrified to the core, unmoving, eyes unseeing as if he has succumbed to his memories. "You gave that ripped page about the basilisk to that mudblood! You made me fail the task! You disgust me! Helping that filthy mudblood and the traitor along with your petty little crush, Harry Potter! You disgust me, Draco! I told you to get rid of your so-called feelings! There is no need for those things."
"It made you weak. You will marry the woman I chose for you and you will stop being a poof! Your mother will not help you with this time."
"Mr Malfoy–"
Draco couldn't stand it anymore and crouched down immediately with a sob, repeating the words "I'm sorry" continuously when the boggart raised the belt to whip him. He couldn't feel. Everything felt heavy and fuzzy. He wasn't even sure if he was breathing at all.
A blood-curdling scream tore from Draco's throat as the first whip was sent to him. Professor Lupin jumped forward and was about to cast the spell but someone beat him to it. "Malfoy! Riddikulus!" Potter shouted but it sounded so far away. "Move away!" the figure knelt in front of him. "Malfoy! Malfoy, breathe! You're bleeding, stop doing that! Stop scratching yourself!" Granger panicked nearby him but it only made Draco cowered back with a whimper.
