Ron leapt forward.

Crack!

Quite a few people screamed. A giant spider, six feet tall and covered in hair, was advancing on Ron, clicking its pincers menacingly. For a moment, Harry thought Ron had frozen. Then --

"Riddikulus!" bellowed Ron, and the spider's legs vanished; it rolled over and over; Lavender Brown squealed and ran out of its way and it came to a halt at Harry's feet.

"Can I go next?" asked Amelia bearly in a whisper.

"Sure thing," said Professor Lupin.

Amelia stepped forward, letting out a trembling breath. Aloud crak. The room went silent. Harry was not expecting the form the bogget took. It was a body. Dead bodies.

Pale-skinned a man and woman lay dead on the ground a feminine-looking boy with silver hair to match the women laying lifeless next to them. A women with red hair, and a man were dead their faces turned away. And a second-year girl with dirty blonde hair wearing some type of sunglasses. Harry could identify the other's bodies. His own. Hermiones.Rons. Ginnys. Nevilles. Pale-skinned, and covered in blood, they lay there dead. The sight was enough to make Harry feel sick.

The worst part was that Amelia's body wasn't among them. She was alive on her knees, covered in their blood, hair sticking to her tear-stained face. Harry watched the scenes unfold as a man dressed in all black approached Amelia from behind. Harry recognized the voice immediately. It was Voldemort.

A small scream escaped the class.

"You killed them."

"No."

"Yes. You failed to protect them. You failed the one thing you said you would do, and becouse of you, they died."

"No."

"You know it's true. You failed, and they died. You will never be strong enough to protect them.""Shut up!" Amelia had turned around to face Voldemort, tears streaming down her face her chest heaving with anger. A thin line of a smirk appeared on Voldemorts face as he raised his wand-

"It's not real," Harry whispered, walking up behind Amelia, who was holding back tears. She raised her wand.

"And it never will be. Riddikulus!" the boggart didn't seem to change at first, but slowly Voldemort put down his wand with a sigh, "Line!"

There was a burst of laughter throughout the room. Amelia let out a choked laugh and wiped her face on her sleeve.

"You did good," said Harry, leading her to hr back of the class. Amelia pulled out a small bar of chocolate.

"Helps improve moods. She said with a half chuckle.