Hello, people of the land of internet I am back with another chapter. So, I found this really cool video about a GF AU that seems really cool. So, should I try to write a story about this AU sometime in the distant future (we all know that isn't gonna happen in the near future) or nah?

Anyway, onwards with the-

Hold on a second! The fuck was that last chapter!?

Bill!? Get out of here! This is the A/N section!

I don't care! I thought we had an agreement!

Wha...?

We agreed that we wouldn't do cliffhangers!

Wha...? We did?

YES! SO WTF WAS THAT LAST CHAPTER!?

Well... I didn't have time & it was close to 1000 words anyway...

Are you serious?

Nope. I'm not Sirius. I'm Chess_Cat... Now get out!

Hey! You are not-

GORE WARNING! DON'T READ IT IF YOU DON'T LIKE GORE! THIS CHAPTER IS JUST ABOUT WHAT THE BOGGART TRANSFORMED INTO WHEN HE SAW DIPPER! *shoves Bill out*

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Professor Lupin's POV

The boggart landed right in front of a brunet Slytherin boy & changed into the boy's worst fear. But what it had turned into made us all frozen in shock...

It was a forest filled with magical & mythical creatures... lying dead with blood splattered all around. In the middle, the center & focus of this grotesque & twisted painting was the boy & 2 corpses. The corpses seemed to be of 2 young men, 2 identical twins looking like the refection of each other, one dressed in yellow & gold, one dressed in blue... Both men were gruesomely murder...

The left eye of the man in blue & the right eye of the man in yellow were gauge out by something a bit rusty & not so sharp, perhaps an old spoon. The two man wore eye-patches to cover their other eyes... Those eyes, they were impaled by what seemed to be dozens of metal needles, going right through the eye-patches. And not just any needles either, but needled as big as those long chopsticks used only for cooking, which were about 40 centimeters long. The eyes seemed to have been stabbed so many times that they are now a gooey, soup-like substance. The upper part of their heads had been chopped off and someone pulled their brains out and stepped on them multiple times...

Their jaws were dislocated & someone had used forks to impale the open mouth of the man in yellow while the one in blue's was impaled with various knives. Their heads were chopped off and so were their arms; each arm chopped into three parts. There were cuts, slashes and holes all over their body. Both of them have a gigantic cut in their body & their insides were showing... We could see them all, the lungs, the stomach, the heart,... all dyed a crimson red of blood... No, not just showing. It looked like someone use their hands to pull the organs out a bit. Their intestines were pulled out completely & tied around their legs...

And the look on the men's face... It was that of an unspeakable horror. Such horror that made the men paralyzed before being murdered... The horror in the victim's face after an 'Avada Kedavra' was absolutely nothing in comparison with the look on these two faces...

Walking around that place was the image of the Slytherin boy... Completely broken... Crying rivers...

His eyes were dull, filled with desperation...

Sorrow...

Fear...

Worry...

Frustration...

Paranoia...

Despair...

He kept on walking as if he was looking for someone... Time to time, he called out to some one or asked in despair: 'Bill?' 'Will?' 'Cipher?' 'Where are you?' 'C'mon, guys, come out. Stop playing hide & seek...' 'Please, answer me...' 'Don't leave me...' 'Why can't I see? Why can't I see anymore?' 'I know you guys are here. Please, say something...' 'Bill, I know you like watching people suffering but this is too much...' 'Help...' 'Say something! ANYTHING!' ...

'I don't wanna be alone...'

The image of the boy created by the boggart kept on walking, kept on looking but it seemed that he could not see the dead bodies, he could not hear the squishing sound he made when walking over the bodies, he could not feel the flesh being squish, being squash,feel the bones being broken with loud 'crack's at his steps...

I looked at the real boy. I saw that he was broken as well. His eyes, filled with desperation, sorrow, fear, worry, paranoia and, ultimately, despair... He just stood there frozen, in complete silence, like everyone else. No one knew what to do since no one knew how to ridiculize the image we were all seeing... Not even I do... Who could possibly know that his biggest fear was something that was so farfetch yet, somehow, so realistic...

(A/N: I wanted to make it more gory but my skills are limited so you only get that. Just let your imagination take care of the rest...)

The Slytherin boy broke the silence with an earth-shattering scream before dropping down to his knees. The scream had so much force that it threw us all to the walls, so much force that it threw the boggart back into the wardrobe as the wardrobe was shut close, so much force that it shattered the windows & made the class shake.

Soon enough, everything in the room started floating, no, swirling all around the room, hitting anything or anyone that got in the way as the poor boy kept crying & crying & muttering 'Thisisn'trealnononononothisisn'trealnonononono' over & over again like a broken doll.

It was all a blur as I got everyone else safely out of the room. When I came back to the room to get the boy out, when my hand was about to reach him, he burst out in flames, a powerful & equally dangerous black flame. I had seen magic outburst by young witches & wizards before but none was anywhere near as powerful as this one.

I had no choice but to leave him & get out. When I looked back, I could swear that I saw the kid was growing a pair of horns, I saw his ears & teeth get pointier, sharper, I saw his eyes turning completely red with black slits.

Then, I saw his eyes flicker to yellow & and then blue. After that, he emitted a powerful white light that left us all blind for a second.

When the light was out, I opened my eyes to see the room with burn marks & looking like a hurricane had swept through. The thirteen-year-old brunette lied in the middle of the room, unconscious.

I ran up to him to check his pulse & check for any major injuries. Surprisingly, he was completely OK. Just unconscious.

"Class dismissed." I said as I lifted the boy & carried him to the infirmary with only one question in my mind...

Who IS this kid?

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And that's the end of this chapter! Hope you enjoy!

Wh-Why did you do that? I-It's not nice, y-you know?

Will!? What are you doing here!? You should not be here! *gives Will cookies as I lead him out*

Hey! Why did I get shoved out & Will did not!?

Because he is a blue cinnamon roll & you're not! *shut the door at Bill's face*

Anyway...

Chess_Cat away!