𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

three || year 3 ✔️

"It comes and goes. Still... I consider myself lucky. According to Madam Pomfrey, another minute or two... and I could've lost the arm." Draco boasts to Pansy.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione watch from the Gryffindor table.

"The little git. He's really laying it on thick, isn't he?" Ron shakes his head.

"At least Hagrid didn't get sacked." Harry says.

"Yes. But I hear Draco's father's furious. I don't think we've heard the end of this..." Hermione looks at them, nodding.

"He's been sighted!" Seamus whisper. They turn. Seamus and the other Gryffindors are huddled over a copy of The Daily Prophet.

"Who?" Ron asks. But the photograph on the Prophet's front page provides a chilling answer: Sirius Black. Hermione reads over the
shoulders of others, whispers half to herself:

"Achintee? That's not far from here..."

"You don't think he'd come to Hogwarts, do you?" Neville asked, worried.

"With the Dementors at every entrance?" Parvati lifts a brow.

"Dementors? He's already slipped by them once, hasn't he? Who's to say he can't do it again?" Lavenders eyes widen.

As a flicker of fear passes through Harry's face, Bem , a Nigerian boy, stares grimly at the grainy image of Black.

"That's right. Black could be anywhere. It's like trying to catch smoke. Like trying to
catch smoke with your bare hands." Bem says.

Amelia sat in the Great Hall, beside Hermione, looking happy and better.

"Have you heard?" Hermione gasps, reading the Daily Prophet. Everyone looks at her.

"Heard what?" Amelia asks her curly haired friend, as she chugs down her water.

"Sirius Black has been spotted near Hogwarts."

"What?!" She spits her water out, lading in Ron.

"Disgusting." Ron scrunches his nose in disgust, Amelia looks at him muttering a sorry.

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A tall wardrobe rattles violently as Harry, Ron, Amelia and several classmates regard is warily.

"Intriguing, yes? Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what's inside?" Professor Lupin asks.

"That's a Boggart, that is." Seamus says in a hush voice.

"Very good, Mr. Finnigan. Can anyone tell us what a Boggart looks like?" Lupin questions the class.

"No one knows." Hermione answers. Ron jumps, the glances at Hermione then whispers to Harry. "When'd she get here?"

"Boggarts are shape-shifters. They take the shape of whatever a particular person fears most. That's what makes it so --" Amelia was cut if by professor Lupin.

"Terrifying, yes. Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a Boggart. Let's practice it now, shall we? Without wands, please... Riddikulus!"

"Riddikulus!" Students repeats.

"this class is ridiculous." Draco mutters softly.

"Good. So much for the easy part. You see, the incantation alone is not enough. What really finishes a Boggart off is... laughter. You need to force it to assume a shape you find truly amusing. Neville, come up here,
will you?" Lupin calls out for Neville.