Redamancy (d.m)

Chapter four- A riddikulus horror

It didn't surprise me that Malfoy would milk his injury for all its worth, but it still irritated me, nonetheless, when he finally showed up for class on Thursday, his arm unnecessarily bandaged.

"How is it, Draco?" simpered the same girl who seemed to take on drooling over him as a 24/7 job, Pansy Parkinson. " Does it hurt much?"
"Yeah," said Malfoy, putting on a brave sort of grimace.
"You are so full of crap, Malfoy"
Parkinson's lump of a head spun around and snarled
"Don't talk to him like that, you slut"
My eyes widened in amusement
"Slut? Where'd you get that idea?" I asked incredulously
"Don't play dumb, Lestrange, you've been throwing yourself at every boy in this bloody school" she shot back. This wasn't the whole truth, I wasn't interested in any boys in Hogwarts, though I did often find myself in the company of them. There was always a boy who wanted to walk me to class, or to help with my homework, not that I was complaining, I enjoyed the attention, admittedly. Malfoy stiffened at her comment, though I didn't notice, busy remembering all the places on my body where I have weapons hidden. Finally deciding that she wasn't worth bloodying my knifes over, I stood up and cleared my throat before beginning

"Listen here, you foul, pathetic, dog faced, sack of bricks." I started, and saw that Parkinson's face contorted into rage as Malfoy's turned into one of amusement. Continuing on before she could interrupt, I said loudly

"It is NOT my fault that you are so...incredibly...bitter that I could get with, practically, any boy in Hogwarts, because I, Parkinson, have a personality that doesn't resemble one of a rabid skunk. And it is certainly not my fault that you have been clinging on to the same boy" I paused to look Malfoy up and down, "for years, literally years, permanently latching onto him like some mouldy barnacle, and yet, he still, STILL isn't into you"

I felt a smile growing on my face as I heard a collective gasp from my audience, and turned away from a bawling Pansy and the laughing mess that was Malfoy. I sat back down triumphantly and chuckled at the faces of pure impressed shock on my friends' faces. It was only when our professor entered the dingy dungeon did the laughter die down and all the gazes falter. Well, all except for one. The eyes of Draco Malfoy stayed on the back of my neck the entire class, making the act of brewing a shrinking potion especially difficult.

I eventually succeeded, as Professor Snape walked away from my cauldron, frustrated at the lack of criticism he could give. He made up for it, however, deciding to pick on Neville instead.

"We can test Longbottom's while your potions simmer"

Looking at the sweating boy, I nudged him gently when I was sure Snape was occupied, and whispered instructions to him, and watched as his potion turned the same bright acid green colour as mine. Trying to hide my smile as Trevor transformed into a tadpole, the Professor's expression turned sour as he said "Next time you try to go behind my back, Miss Lestrange, there will be points deducted. Class dismissed"

"Hermione could you-hey where's Hermione gone?" I frowned, looking behind my shoulder to the sudden disappearance of my friend. "Dunno, she was right behind us, wasn't she?" Ron shrugged. To my surprise, I spotted a breathless Hermione in front of me. "How does she do that?" I wonder, but brushed it off in my excitement to get to DADA.

"Books back into your bags, please" Professor Lupin said pleasantly, "today will be a practical lesson"

he then lead a curious class to the staff room, where we were greeted by a particularly unpleasant wardrobe that gave off a loud bang when students entered. "Nothing to worry about, there's a boggart in there" the professor's word didn't provide much comfort, as the faces of the students were still riddled with fear. The professor continued,

"Now the first question we must ask ourselves in, what is a boggart?." My hand shot into the air, having learnt about them in my homeschooling years. After being called on, I said "it's a shapeshifter. It takes on the form of whatever it thinks will frighten us the most". My heart sank I realised my words, barely even registering the points I had earned for my house. What frightens me the most...was a sight I most definitely did not want to see, let alone in front of a bunch of kids.
"The charm that repels a Boggart is simple, yet it requires force of mind. You see, the thing that really finishes a Boggart is laughter. What you need to do is force it to assume a shape that you find amusing. We will practice the charm without wands first. After me, please... riddikulus!"
"Riddikulus!" I said shakily with the class.
"You alright, (y/n)" Harry asked, having noticed my sudden change in demeanour. I smiled at him and nodded weakly.
"This class is riddikulus" Malfoy muttered beside me
"That fake injury is riddikulus" I retorted, earning a glare from his cronies
"When the boggart bursts out of this wardrobe, Neville, and sees you, it will assume the form of Professor Snape, you must then concentrate on the image of him in your grandmother's clothing, and say the incantation."
The wardrobe doors swung open, and out glided Professor Snape, moving quickly towards poor Neville, who was shaking in fear. "Riddikulus!" He cried, and the class roared with laughter at the sight of their surly potions teacher in tacky bright coloured garment.

Students lined up, each one eager to take on the boggart, and I watched with amusement as the boggart transformed from a mummy to a clown to a banshee to a spider, which terrified Ron. Before I knew it, my name was being called and I was pushed in front of a legless spider. Before I could protest, I felt the feeling of dread creeping up on my as I watched, seemingly in slow motion as the spider registered my presence and transforming into a tall teenage boy, with messy brown hair and sapphire blue eyes. I felt frozen to the floor as I watched breathlessly as the boy walked slowly towards me, his mouth stretched into a smile as he said happily "(y/n)! (Y/n), its me!" I lowered my wand slowly as tears filled my eyes. It's not real, I told myself, he's not real it's a trick. But I couldn't help but whisper back with a smile, "Noah..." suddenly, an invisible force sliced his throat open, and I watched with silent horror as the boy I loved fell to the ground, blood forming around him in pools. He looked up at me, and all trace of joy was gone. Instead, he looked at me with pure loathing in his voice as he cried, "YOU DID THIS, (y/n), THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU KILLED ME, YOU KILLED ME!" My face grew hot as tears fell past my face and onto the floor. "He's right" I thought, "it's all my fault". There was a growing pounding sensation in my head, and my legs gave out. The last thing I registered was a sharp pain in my skull before it all turned to black