"𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑. 𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝."

𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝔸 ℍ𝕠𝕠𝕜 - ℝ𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕪 𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕘𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕪

"Riddikulus!"

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After dinner, and everyone had finished their steak and kidney pudding, Y/N, and the golden trio snuck away from the crowd heading back to their dorms and made their way down to Hagrid's Hut. 

They knocked and in a growled voice he said, "C'min."

He was scrubbing his table and had Fang, his boarhound, sitting next to him with his head in his lap. They all exchanged worried looks as they realized Hagrid had most definitely been drinking when he squinted his eyes to look at who had entered.

" 'Spect it's a record," he said, "Don' reckon they've ever had a teacher who lasted on'y a day before."

"They didn't fire you did they?" Hermione gasped. 

"Not yet. But 's only a matter o' time, i'n't it, after Malfoy..." 

"He's a git," Y/N interrupted, "He's laying his injury on thick so you'll get in trouble. You gave clear instructions on what to do and he didn't listen."

"But he's sayin' it's still agony.....covered in bandages......moanin'..."

"He's faking it," Harry assured, "Madam Pomfrey can mend anything. She regrew half my bones last year. Trust Malfoy to milk it for all it's worth."

"School gov'nors have bin told, o' course," Hagrid said poorly, "They reckon I started too big. Shoulda left hippogriffs for later.....done flobberworms or summat.....Jus' thought it'd make a good firs' lesson.......'S all my fault...."

"No it's not Hagrid," Y/N said comfortingly, "It's Malfoy's fault."

"We're witnesses," said Harry, "You say hippogriffs attack if you insult them. Like Y/N said you gave clear instructions and he didn't listen. We'll tell Dumbledore what really happened." 

"Yeah, don't worry, Hagrid, we'll back you up," Ron chimed in. 

Tears started pouring out of Hagrid's eyes as he hugged the four. 

"Look at yer. Yer've guys 'r wonderful its been almost 3 years and yer even added another one," Hagrid lightly smiled at the 4. 

Y/N slowly took the drink Hagrid was drinking from the table and handed it to Hermione to take outside and empty. 

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The 4 headed back into school and said their goodbyes as Y/N made her way to the Slytherin dorms while the trio made their way to the Gryffindor ones. 

Once Harry and Ron stepped into their dorm Dean, Neville, and Seamus all looked at Harry smirking. 

"You've all got to stop doing that," Harry said while flopping down on his twin four poster bed exhausted from the day. 

"Doing what?" Dean asked giving him a cheeky smile. 

After the 3 boys were still staring at him Harry sat up and looked at them. 

"Why are you all looking at me?!" He demanded.

"We just want to talk about Y/N's cup and the romantic ride you two had today in Care of Magical Creatures," Seamus smiled. 

"What are you guys talking about?" Harry stated grabbing a book on his nightstand pretending to read. 

"Your arms were around her waist, mate," Neville piped in.

"And her tea leaves were about new love coming," Ron pointed out. 

"That's all coincidences," Harry said trying his best to hide his face in his book, "Now let me read this fascinating book."

"The books upside down Harry," Dean said before his dorm-mates burst out laughing as his cheeks went red and he flipped the book right-side up. 

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Draco was excused from all his classes until Thursday because "that bloody chicken almost killed him". His words. 

He came back in the middle of double potions acting as if he was a hero who survived a life-threatening injury.

"Settle down, settle down," Professor Snape stated in a monotone voice. 

Harry scowled at the Slytherin House leader because he knew if it was a Gryffindor who came in that late with an injury they would have been yelled at, points would be taken away, and they would have got detention. 

Y/N, Ron, and Harry were sharing a table but Draco stalked up to them with his cauldron forcing himself in the middle of Y/N and Harry. 

They exchanged annoyed glances while Draco set up his ingredients. They were making Shrinking Solution and it called for cut-up daisy roots. 

"Sir," Draco called, "sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm."

"Weasley, cut up Malfoy's roots for him," Snape ordered not even looking up.

Ron stopped working on his potion that he was quite proud and he grabbed Malfoy's roots and cut them into all different sizes out of spite.

"Professor," Draco complained, "Weasley's mutilating my roots, sir."

"Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley."

"But sir--!" Ron protested as he looked at his perfectly cut roots that he had been working on for the last forty-five minutes. 

"Now," Snape warned. 

Ron shoved his roots over towards Malfoy while Y/N scowled at him.

"And, sir, I'll need this shrivelfig skinned," Draco said maliciously. 

"Potter. Sinclair. Skin Malfoy's shrivelfig," Snape directed giving both of them a disgusted look.

Y/N got why Snape was giving Harry a look giving how much he loathed Harry's father James but she questioned why he was looking at her with disgust. She had barely spoken to Professor Snape. It was only her first week. 

Y/N and Harry each took a piece of shrivelfig and skinned it quickly. Harry threw it across the table onto his tray without a word and returned to his work. 

With a smirk, Draco asked, "Seen your pal Hagrid lately?"

"None of your business," Ron said trying to fix his daisy roots as best as he could. 

"I'm afraid he won't be a teacher much longer," Draco continued. 

"Remember that time I asked you for your opinion?" Y/N smiled at him, "Me neither. Do us all a favor and shut the fuck up."

Draco scowled at her while Harry and Ron tried their best to contain their laughter. 

"Father's not very happy about my injury.."

"Keep talking, Malfoy, and I'll give you a real injury," Ron snarled. 

"-he's complained to the school governors. And to the Ministry of Magic. Father's got a lot of influence, you know. And a lasting injury like this," Draco said letting out a fake sigh and gesturing towards his arm, "who knows if my arm'll ever be the same again?"

"So that's why you're putting it on," Harry said angrily. 

"To try to get Hagrid fired," Y/N said finishing his sentence.

"Well," Draco started, "partly. But there are other benefits too. Weasley, slice my caterpillars for me."

"He's not your maid Malfoy you can do it yourself," Y/N defended. 

Over at another table, Neville was having trouble with his potion. It was not his strongest subject or maybe it could be if Snape didn't make an effort to always scare him.

"Orange, Longbottom," Snape said picking some of Neville's orange potion that was supposed to be an acid green color up with a ladle and let the rest fall back into the cauldron.

"Orange. Tell me, boy, does anything penetrate that thick skull of yours? Didn't you hear me say, quite clearly, that only one rat spleen was needed? Didn't I state plainly that a dash of leech juice would suffice? What do I have to do to make you understand, Longbottom."

Neville was on the verge of tears and was trembling. Y/N felt anger build up inside of her at Snape's harsh words.

"Professor, maybe if you didn't yell at him he would be able to successfully complete the potion," Y/N spoke up.

"What makes you think you know better than me Miss Sinclair?" Snape asked sending his piercing eyes into her soul.

"I'm just saying, under that amount of pressure no one is going to be able to make a potion if you yell at them all the time."

"Don't talk back to me Sinclair." Snape snarled.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't aware that answering a question was considered talking back," she challenged. 

Frustrated with the fact that if he took points away from Y/N he'd be taking it from his own house he gave her a repulsive look. 

"Just like your father. So headstrong and unloyal," Snape murmured.

What? Y/N thought. How in the world does he know my parents? We've lived in America for the past 13 years. 

"Please, sir," Hermione said, "please, I could help Neville put it right --"

"I don't remember asking you to show off, Miss Granger," He said coldly, "You're almost as insufferable as Miss Sinclair." 

Hermione and Neville's cheeks were pink while Y/N was sending daggers at her teacher biting her tongue to not use some colorful words.

"Longbottom, at the end of this lesson we will feed a few drops of this potion to your toad and see what happens. Perhaps that will encourage you to do it properly."

"That's ridiculous!" Y/N exclaimed, "You're going to put Neville's pet in danger for your amusement!"

"Miss Sinclair stop speaking out of turn!" Snape shouted coldly.

Y/N sunk back into her seat glaring at her teacher.

"Help me!" Neville moaned to Hermione terrified. 

Hermione started muttering instructions to him so Snape couldn't see, while Neville stirred looking quite sick. 

Once the end of the lesson approached Snape gathered everyone around.

"Watch what happens to Longbottom's toad. If he managed to produce a shrinking solution, it will shrink to a tadpole." Snape announced. "If, as I don't doubt, he has done it wrong, his toad is likely to be poisoned." 

"He does realize expecting the worse from his students is why everyone hates him right," Y/N whispered into Harry's ear which caused him to laugh. 

"If you two would stop flirting," Snape sneered at the two, "I will now drop the potion onto Neville's toad."

Ron snickered while Harry and Y/N averted each other's gaze. 

Snape set Neville's toad Trevor in his left hand and poured a few drops of Neville's potion down Trevor's throat. 

With a small pop, Trevor turned into a tadpole right before everyone's eyes and people broke into applause. 

"Five points from Gryffindor," Snape said while pouring a few drops of another potion on Trevor returning him to full size. 

"I told you not to help him, Miss Granger. Class dismissed."

"Fucking ridiculous," Y/N muttered as she gathered her stuff and exited the classroom.

"Why didn't you lie, Hermione? You should've said Neville did it all by himself!" Ron exclaimed as they made their way to the Great Hall for lunch. 

However, there was no answer. Ron looked around, "Where is she?" 

Y/N and Harry looked around as well. 

"She was right here," Y/N said confused.

"There she is," Harry said pointing towards the stairs. She was running up the stairs tucking something into the front of her robes and holding onto her bag. 

"How did you do that?" Ron questioned.

"What?" Hermione asked innocently.

"One minute you were right behind us, the next moment you were back at the bottom of the stairs again."

"Oh-I had to go back for something." Hermione explained quickly, "Oh no—"

Hermione's bag had split spilling out the dozens of books she was carrying.

"You're taking a lot of subjects Mione," Y/N said picking up her friend's books. "It's only the first week are you ok?"

"You know how many subjects I'm taking," Hermione said breathlessly, "I'm Fine. Could you hold these for me Ronald?" she asked thrusting some of her books into his hands. 

"But-" Ron said turning over one of the books he was holding to read the cover, "You haven't got any of these subjects today. It's only Defense Against the Dark Arts this afternoon."

"Oh yes," Hermione said not giving any more information. She shoved her books into her bag, holding it from the bottom so they wouldn't fall out. "I hope there's something good for lunch, I'm starving," she added before hurrying into the Great Hall to eat.

"Since when did she turn into you?" Y/N asked Ron as they watched her run to the food at the Gryffindor table.

"D'you get the feeling Hermione's not telling us something?" Ron asked the pair.

"I don't know but somethings off," Harry observed

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Y/N walked into Defense Against the Dark Arts after lunch with Daphne and Tracey. They sat down and took out their books, quills, and parchment for the day.

"Good afternoon." Professor Lupin said as he entered the classroom. He looked better than he had on the train but he still seemed weak. 

"Would you please put all your books back in your bags? Today will be a practical lesson. You will need only your wands," he explained.

Y/N exchanged curious looks with her friends as she packed away her school supplies.

They were led outside of the classroom and into a deserted corridor where they saw a quite scary-looking clown floating upside down in mid-air. 

"What the fuck is that?" Y/N exclaimed at the creepy clown who was stuffing chewing gum into a keyhole.

"Peeves the Poltergeist. He's probably the second most popular prankster here below Fred and George," Daphne stated.

"Loony, Loopy Lupin," Peeves started to sing. "Loony, Loopy Lupin, Loony, Loopy Lupin--"

"He's quite rude don't you think?" Y/N asked as she watched peeves taunt the teacher.

"He's usually more respectful when it comes to teachers," Tracey whispered back.

Professor Lupin was smiling at Peeves to their surprise.

"I'd take that gum out of the keyhole if I were you, Peeves," he said politely, "Mr. Filch won't be able to get into his brooms."

Despite Professor Lupin remaining sincere and calm, Peeves blew a loud wet raspberry at the teacher and ignored his request. 

Professor Lupin took out his wand and over his shoulder said, "This is a useful little spell. Please watch closely." 

He raised his wand and shouted, "Waddiwasi!" and pointed it at Peeves. 

The piece of chewing gum shut from the keyhole up Peeve's nostril and he zoomed away cussing. 

"Cool, sir!" Dean praised.

"Thank you, Dean," Professor Lupin said. "Shall we proceed?"

They continued down to another corridor and Lupin ushered them into the staffroom.

Sitting in an armchair was Professor Snape who sneered at the teacher when he came in. As he made his way out of the room he said, "Possibly no one's warned you, Lupin but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear."

"I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation," Professor Lupin stated with his eyebrow raised. "And I am sure he will perform it admirably."

Neville's face went scarlet as Snape's lip curled and he shut the door with a loud snap.

"Now, then," Professor Lupin started pointing to an old wardrobe. It wobbled a bit and then made a quite terrifying bang which made Neville jump causing him to stand next to Y/N.

"Nothing to worry about. There's a Boggart in there," Professor Lupin explained. "Boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces. Wardrobes, the gap beneath beds, the cupboards under. sinks--I once met one that had lodged itself in a grandfather clock. This one moved in yesterday afternoon and I asked the headmaster if the staff would leave it to give my third years some practice.

"So the first question we must ourselves is, what is a boggart?"

Hermione's hand shot into the air causing Ron to jump. 

"It's a shapeshifter, It can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us most," she answered. 

"Couldn't have said it better myself," Lupin praised making Hermione smile, "So the boggart sitting in the darkness within has not yet assumed a form. He does not know what will frighten the person on the other side of the door. Nobody knows what a boggart looks like when he is alone, but when I let him out he will immediately become whatever each of us most fears.

"This means that we have a huge advantage over the boggart before we begin. Have you spotted it, Harry?"

Hermione's hand shot into the air despite the fact that the professor had called on Harry.

"Er- because there are so many of us, it won't know what shape it should be?" Harry guessed.

"Exactly. It's always best to have company while you're dealing with a boggart. He becomes confused. Which should he become, a headless corpse or a flesh-eating slug? The charm that repels a boggart is simple, yet it requires a force of mind. You see the thing that really finishes a boggart is laughter. What you need to do is force it in to assume a shape that you find amusing.

"We will practice the charm without wands first. After me, please......Riddikulus!"

"Riddikulus!" The class repeated together. 

"This class is Ridiculous," Draco muttered in disgust.

Y/N on the other hand got excited to face the boggart. She had made sure her hair was tied back ready to say the spell.

"Good," Professor Lupin said. "Very good. But that was the easy part, I'm afraid, you see, the word alone is not enough. And this is where you come in, Neville."

The wardrobe shook and Neville stood frozen.

"You can do this Neville," Y/N whispered to him and kindly nudged him forward.

"Right Neville. First things first: What would you say is the thing that frightens you most in the world?" Professor Lupin asked.

Neville's moved his lips but no one could hear any sound. 

"Didn't catch that, Neville, sorry."

"Pro- Professor Snape," he said barely above a whisper.

(A/N: PLEASE. Look how precious he is!)

Everyone let out a laugh and Neville smiled at the teacher apologetically.

"Professor Snape....hmm...Neville, I believe you live with your grandmother?" Professor Lupin asked.

"Er—yes," Neville said shifting uncomfortably. "But—I don't want the boggart to turn into her either."

"No, no, you misunderstand me. I wonder could you tell us what sorts of clothes your grandmother usually wears?"

Neville gave Professor Lupin a puzzled look before answering. "Well....always the same hat. A tall one with a stuffed vulture on top. And a long dress.....green, normally......and sometimes a fox-fur scarf."

"And a handbag?"

"A big red one," Neville described.

"Right then. Can you picture those clothes very clearly, Neville? Could you see them in your mind's eye?"

Neville nodded his head.

"When the boggart bursts out of this wardrobe, Neville, and sees you it will assume the form of Professor Snape," Lupin explained. "And you will raise your wand-thus-and cry 'Riddikulus' —and concentrate hard on your grandmother's clothes. If all goes well, Professor Boggart Snape will be forced into the vulture-topped hat and that green dress, with a big red handbag."

The class erupted into laughter until the wardrobe wobbled more and the class went silent again. 

"If Neville is successful, the boggart is likely to shift his attention to each of us in turn," Professor Lupin said. "I would like all of you to take a moment now to think of the thing that scares you most, and imagine how you might force it to look comical..."

Y/N thought for a moment. The only thing scaring her at the moment was having to endure another Potions lesson. 

Harry started imagining a boggart-Voldemort come out of the wardrobe terrifying him when he shut his eyes. He quickly opened them and let out a shiver.

"You ok Harold?" Y/N asked concerned.

"Yeah I'm ok," He said lying.

"I don't believe you," Y/N said grabbing his hand comfortingly.

"It's not real. Remember that, okay?" she said not letting go of his hand.

"Yeah," Harry breathed. He gave her a smile, "Thanks."

She smiled at the boy and kept her hand interlocked with his as she turned her attention back towards the front. 

"Everyone ready?" Professor Lupin.

Harry's stomach lurched and Y/N gave his hand a comforting squeeze. 

"Neville, we're going to back away," said Professor Lupin. "Let you have a clear, field all right? I'll call the next person forward.....Everyone back, now, so Neville can get a clear shot."

Everyone moved back against the wall leaving Neville alone. He let out a small whimper and his face looked as though he might faint. 

"On the count of three, Neville. Wand at the ready," he said pointing his own wand at the wardrobe's doorknob. "One - two - three - now!"

The wardrobe burst open and the evil menacing Professor Snape stepped out, Neville backed away trying his best to remember it wasn't real. 

"R-R-Riddikulus!" He squeaked. There was a crack noise and Snape stumbled and he was wearing the vulture hat, green dress, and holding onto a bright red handbag. 

The class roared into laughter as did Professor Lupin. He turned on his record playing as joyful music began to fill the classroom. 

"Parvati! Forward!"

With another crack the boggart turned into a blood-stained, bandaged mummy; it began to walk slowly to Parvati and its arms raised. 

"Riddikulus!" Parvati cried and the bandage of the mummy face became entangled and its head rolled off. 

"It's confused!" Lupin yelled, "We're getting there! Draco!"

Draco then stepped up to face the boggart whimpering when it took the form of himself in ginger hair and hand me down Hufflepuff robes. 

"Oh my god," Y/N said while Harry started snickering.

"Riddikulus!" Draco shouted. 

In a snap, the Boggart turned into Draco's normal self and Draco scrambled to the back of the room.

"Umm okay...Ron, you're next!" Lupin called out.

A giant spider about six feet tall covered in fur was standing before Ron. Ron whimpered fearfully.

"Riddikulus!" Ron bellowed and the spider's legs vanished and flipped onto its back causing Lavender Brown to run away from her spot in line allowing Y/N to go. 

"Y/N your up!" Lupin shouted. 

She quickly stood towards the boggart and it began to take the form of her parents. They began to criticize every single thing about her as she backed away slowly. She was caught off guard and she quickly shouted out, "Riddikulus" and her boggart turned into her new friends she had made at Hogwarts. 

She clambered to the back of the classroom and quickly wiped away the tears that had started to come. Lupin shot her a look of sympathy while Harry got ready to go. 

Everyone held their breath as Harry stood in front of the boggart. It began to take the form of a dementor and swooped towards him.

"Here!" shouted Professor Lupin hurrying in front of him. 

With a crack the boggart took on the form of the silver moon. 

"Riddikulus!" Lupin shouted and it turned into a white balloon that flew around the classroom deflating.

"Forward Neville, finish him off."

This time Neville was confident and Snape was back in a crack. "Riddikulus!" Neville shouted and Snape turned back into a lacy dress but only for a moment because then the boggart exploded into a puff of smoke and it was gone. 

"Excellent!" Professor Lupin praised. "Excellent, Neville. Well done, everyone.........Let me see......5  points each to Gryffindor for Ron and Parvati's successful tackle on the boggart. 10 points to Gryffindor for Neville going twice. 10 points to Slytherin for Y/N and Draco and 5 each to Harry and Hermione."

"I didn't do anything," Harry protested. 

"You and Hermione answered my questions correctly at the start of the class Harry," Lupin said lightly. "Very well, everyone, an excellent lesson. Homework, kindly read the chapter on boggarts and summarize it for me......to be handed in on Monday. That will be all."

Everyone excitedly left the classroom except Harry and Y/N were a bit shaken up. 

"Hey, are you alright?" Harry asked Y/N. 

"Yeah I'm ok," she lied

"Now I don't believe you," Harry said grabbing both her hands.

"I'm here Y/N. Are you sure you're ok?"

"I'm fine Harold," Y/N said lightly smiling at him, "Thanks."

"Ahem." 

Hermione and Ron were smirking at the pair as they exited the classroom. Harry and Y/N dropped each other's hands and Harry rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'll see you guys later," Y/N said before rushing off to catch up with Daphne and Tracey. 

"Yeah," Harry said awkwardly. 

"Anyways," Ron said, "That was the best Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson we've ever had, wasn't it?"

"He seems like a very good teacher." Hermione approved. "But I wish I could have had a turn with the boggart—"

"What would it have been for you?" said Ron, sniggering. "A piece of homework that only got nine out of ten?"

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𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝟑: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟕

A/N: This was kind of a long chapter but thank you so much for reading my book!

Also, I know Draco didn't find out his boggart in the books or movies but I thought it would be funny to include him.