Miss Slytherin

Book 3: Chapter 6

DADA meetings were holding an extremely low standard for Finley lately despite it being her best and most strongest subject aside from potions. She could duel anyone given how she was learning ancient hexes and curses from the Latin books Theo had given her.

The teachers so far were never her favourite, her first year turned out to be a mumbling bumbling Dark lord Follower. The second year was a bumbling buffoon who got himself obliviated with the help of a dysfunctional wand, she didn't know what to expect from this new professor but she heard that he was good from the other houses.

"Hello there students," a tall thin man said as he stood in front of a closed old cabinet.

"I am Professor Lupin," he introduced. Observing the man, he looked thin, as thin as a man being deprived of sleep and food. And yet he stood tall with a scar on his face, the way he spoke was as if he knew what he was doing. A trait that Finley yearned to see from the last two professors who taught the class.

"Do you all know what a boggart is?" He asked. Hermione raised her hand though Finley didn't know where she came from. Feeling a nudge to her side, she glanced at Theo who pointed at Harry who was looking at her.

Avoiding eye contact, she looked down on her feet again. This was going to be hard to avoid, worst case scenario was that he would approach her on the spot.

"Sir, a boggart is a shapeshifter. It takes the form of your greatest fear," Hermione had said.

"That's correct!"

"It likes dark places," Finley found herself answering without raising her hand, she cringed at how she might cause her house points again like the last teacher who absolutely hated her. "That is correct miss?"

"Evans sir," she said. The Professor looked taken a back, as if he was stung by her name.

"Yes, that is correct Ms Evans. Thank you," The Professor had said giving her a kind smile, something that felt like it was familiar with her.

"Now before I take out the boggart, I want you all to say the words Ridikkulus," The Professor had began. The class repeated the word at least three times at this point.

"This class is Ridiculous," Finley heard Draco say.

A few more chanting and the Professor began to call in Neville.

She didn't notice that their head of house was in the room until he walked out when Neville was called. "Now Neville, what do you fear the most?"

Neville was mumbling, they all knew the answer. Who wasn't afraid of Snape? Even Finley was afraid of her legal guardian, he looked even terrifying than the dementors on a bad day. "Speak up Neville."

"Professor Snape," Neville managed to stutter, everyone in the room laughed including Finley and a few Slytherins.

"Well who isn't afraid of him," chuckled the Professor.

The Professor proceeded in questioning Neville about living with his Grandmother. "I don't want it to turn into her too," Neville stutters again.

"No no, I just need you to imagine her clothes. Only her clothes," with a nod the Gryffindor boy took out his wand.

Finley was clutching on to Theo for some reason, she was nervous. What was her greatest fear?

"Alright now Neville?"

Opening the old closet, she saw the familiar black robes of her head of house and he looked pissed. Finley glanced at Neville who was visibly trembling, "The spell Neville!"

"R-Ridikkulus!"

The boggart Snape changed into Snape wearing a vulture hat, green clothes and a red hand bag. "Holy crap," Blaise roared in laughter at the image if their head of house.