Third Person POV

          𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕪𝕗𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕣𝕚𝕠 𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝔸𝔻𝔸 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕞, Hermione seemingly out of sight once again. The classroom was cleared of the desks, leaving a clearing for the students to stand. Sunlight streaking through the window, dust particles visible through the rays as Lupin stands excitedly at the front of the classroom standing beside a wide old class wardrobe. (Y/n) takes in her surroundings, glancing at the professor, hoping that maybe during this class she can place where she knows this man from. Judging by his defense on the train, (y/n) could already tell that Professor Lupin was already going to be better than any other DADA professor they've had, which wasn't hard to beat considering the last two weren't even really professors, more so traitors. 

(Y/n) liked DADA, it was seemingly useful to her. Being friends with the boy who lived, she uses knowledge and spells she learns in this class quite often. People still filing in, (y/n) catches Lupin looking at her curiously, like he too was trying to figure out where he knew her from. Ever since this year, she has a strong feeling that something about her will be uncovered, helping her complete the unfinished puzzle that is the life and source of what makes up (y/n) (l/n). She can't help but wonder if the new professor has something to do with this strong sense. 

"Say, Harry, have you ever heard of Lupin before?" (y/n) asks curiously beside Ron, hoping to find answers. 

"No, I don't think I have. Why?" Harry can't help but wonder why (y/n) has had such an interest in Lupin ever since she saw him on the train. He knew that she tended to get insecure about her ideas, the knowledge that her biological parents abandoned her wreaking havoc on her mindset about herself. He didn't want to pry on the matter, worried that she would get anxious or mad at him for being nosy. When she was ready, she would tell him. 

"No reason." She replies. Her (e/c) eyes darting around the room, brows furrowed, as she tries to make sense of the jumble in her brain. Harry looked at her worriedly, observing the way her face was contorted in confusion when his thoughts were interrupted by Lupin himself. The wardrobe rocked back and forth, nearly tipping over releasing whatever was contained inside. 

"Intriguing isn't it?" Lupin says, as the wardrobe continuously rocks, the students nodding in agreement, eyes wide in fear of whatever the wooden compartment was holding back. "Would anyone like to venture a guess, as to what's inside?" 

"That's a Boggart, that is," Dean informs, voice booming throughout the room causing (y/n) to snap back into reality and out of her thoughts, but soon drifting back into her dream world.

"Very good, Mr. Thomas." Lupin praises, a smile plastered on his scarred face. "Now can anyone tell me, what a Boggart looks like?" 

"No one knows," answers Hermione herself, causing Ron and (y/n) to not so discretely jump back, once again confused as to how she keeps sneaking in.  "When she'd get here?"

Hermione continues, "Boggarts are shape-shifters." Lupin looks at (y/n), who is noticeably daydreaming again, staring at the wardrobe. 

"Miss (l/n)?" Ron nudges (y/n)'s shoulder bringing her back to the lesson.

"Oh um," (y/n) catches on with ease, making Harry smirk at how she doesn't realize how smart she is, "since they're shape-shifters that means that they take the shape of whatever particular person fears the most. That's what makes them so-"

She's interrupted by Professor Lupin who makes his way back to the front of the group of third years, "So terrifying, yes. Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a Boggart-" The wardrobe rattles once again, louder this time, causing Lupin to stop mid-sentence and turn his head to look at it, waiting for it to settle before continuing. "Let's practice it now, without wands at the ready, please. Now repeat after me...Riddikulus!"  

"Riddikulus!" the class softly cooed, unsure at first of the pronunciation, taking a step back as the wardrobe rocks backward.

On Lupin's face, grows an amused smile "Very good, a little louder. Very clear, listen. Riddikulus." he says, hand gesturing forward. 

The class repeats the charm, louder and clearer this time, "Riddikulus!" 

"This class is ridiculous." Sneers Malfoy to his uptight Slytherin friends, sling around him from a well deserved broken arm given to him by Buckbeak. (y/n) snaps around and glares at him, for her odd feeling of connection towards Lupin made her angry at the greasy-haired boy's comment.

"Shut it, Malfoy." She warns, hands getting hot as Malfoy scoffs, Harry lightly touches her elbow warning her to ignore him. 

Lupin disregards the light conflict between Malfoy and (y/n), continuing the lesson. "Well so much for the easy part. You see the incantation alone is not enough, what really finishes a boggart, is laughter. You need to force it to assume a shape you find truly amusing. Let me explain." The professor scans the room, everyone staying silent out of fear and curiosity before his eyes land on a timid brown-haired boy. 

"Neville! Why don't you join me please." The boy glances around, mouth open, as the class stares at him, curious as to what they are about to witness. "Come on don't be shy. Come on." Neville steps forward arms nervously against his side, while Lupin offers him a kind grin. "Hello. Neville, what frightens you most of all?" Professor Lupin asks, leaning forward. Neville mumbles something, too quiet for anyone to understand what he was trying to express. "Sorry?" Lupin asks.

"Professor Snape." Neville says, head down eyes up, embarrassed, as the class along with Professor Lupin erupts into a fit of lighthearted giggles as the teacher straightens at the amusing thought.

"Professor Snape," Lupin chuckles, "Yes, he frightens all. And I believe you live with your grandmother, is that correct?" Neville confirms by giving a quick yes. 

Neville quickly follows up with, "But I don't want that Boggart to turn into her either." He says, completely serious as the class once again giggles at what they're learning about the shy boy. 

"No," Professor Lupin says before the wardrobe causes him to turn at its movement, "it won't. I want you to picture her clothes, only her clothes, very clearly in your mind." 

Neville furrows his brows speaking slowly, "She carries a red handbag.." 

Professor Lupin cuts him off quietly, "We don't need to hear. As long as you see it, we'll see it. Now when I open that wardrobe, here's what I want you to do." He says as he walks over to move behind Neville glancing at the class, and whispers something in the boy's ear. "Can you do that? Yes okay, wand at the ready!" Lupin says beside Neville, his wand also out in case anything were to go wrong. The thought that anything could go wrong rattles (y/n)'s bones, causing her to squirm, grabbing onto Ron's arm next to her in nervousness as Lupin begins to count. Harry glances over, sadness and jealously filling his body as the (h/c) haired girl clutched his best friends arm instead of his. No no, I wasn't jealous, he thought, you just want to be the one to ensure she's alright, nothing more.

"One..." Lupin tauntingly says, glancing over at Neville to make sure his wand is out, "Two.." the silence and tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, "Three.." With a flick of Lupin's wand, the doorknob of the wardrobe twists, causing a click to echo in the dead silent room as the door creaks open, making the class erupt into silent whispers. The potions professor emerges from the darkness of the wardrobe with a scowl on his face, brows furrowed, lips pinched into a frown, as he walks out closing the wardrobe door behind him. He walks with a purpose towards Neville. As Snape towers over him, the boy petrified and mind blank stands in uncertainty. (Y/n) grips Ron's arm tighter, causing Harry to cross his own, face in a scowl similar to the Boggart in front of them. 

Professor Lupin notices his hesitation and tries to assist him, "Think Neville, think."

In a meek voice Neville thrusts forth his wand as he recites the incantation, "Riddikulus!" he says, the once scary professor stumbling back as he's decorated with a red handbag, dark green dress, lace gloves, wide brim brown hat with an eagle perched on top, and a scarf with an animal of some sort. The entire class laughs, including Professor Lupin, sizzling the tension that was building up in the classroom, (y/n) letting go of Ron as Harry lets out a sigh which goes unnoticed. 

"Wonderful Neville, wonderful!" Lupin encourages, "Ok, to the back Neville. Everyone form a line!" As soon as the words leave the DADA professor's mouth, the class turns into a mosh pit, and everyone rams into each other for a spot in the front of the line, wanting a chance to fight the boggart themselves and curious as to what their greatest fear is. Malfoy comes up next to (y/n), shoving her hard in the side with his slung arm, causing her to stumble back into Harry, who catches her, thankful to be the one protecting her this time.

"Wow Malfoy, your arm seems to be healing quite nicely, huh? Seems to me that you don't even need the sling. You sure it's broken or were you just a crybaby? Oh, I'm sorry, wouldn't want you running over to Daddy Malfoy about this." (y/n) hisses, scowling at the pale-haired Slytherin. 

"Better watch it, blood traitor." Malfoy barks, Harry's blood boiling at the ferrets' audacity, his rebuttal not even making sense since (y/n)'s parents aren't her biological ones. I think that very fact is what caused tears of anger to well up in her eyes.

"Piss off, Malfoy." Harry warns, stepping in front of (y/n) so a fight doesn't break out between the two. Malfoy sneers and turns around mumbling scarhead under his breathe as he beckons for his goonies to follow him. Harry grabs (y/n)'s wrist as he leads her into line, a thankful smile growing across her face as Harry wipes a tear from her cheek, her ruffling his hair in response. 

Everyone forms a line, Lupin resuming the lesson. "I want everyone to picture the very thing they fear the most and turn it into something....funny." As he finishes his sentence, he places the needle of a record player onto a vinyl, quiet static playing, the music taking its time to start up. Ron is the first in line, his face overtaken by fear.

"Next, Ron," Lupin points as the upbeat music begins to play and Ron steps forward, "concentrate. Yes." Ron opens his robe as Nevilles Boggart turns into a swarming vortex of colors, a giant black spider taking its place. Ron whimpers in fear, causing (y/n) to giggle, "He looks as though he's about to cry." She whispers to Harry, him smiling in response. Ron opens his robe, pulling out his wand, the giant spider inching closer to him as it snaps its pinchers. 

"Wand at the ready Ron!" Lupin reminds him. 

"Riddikulus!" He yells, the spider suddenly stumbling as roller skates are placed on its feet, the class erupting into laughter which causes the Boggart to flail on the ground.

"Excellent!" Professor Lupin laughs, as Ron heads back into line, Harry slapping him a high five with the biggest grin on his face. (y/n) smiles, he can be so cute, she thinks looking up at Harry who merely continues to watch the Boggart clueless. One student after another faces the amusing creature with the upbeat music still floating through the air. Parvati was up next a small smile on her face as the colorful vortex returned. Her eyes grew wide and she stood there petrified, an overly large Rattlesnake in front of her. It teasingly rocked forward hissing at the small dark-haired girl. She stood there for a moment, finally reciting the charm that turned the snake into a large jack in the box, the creepy clown bouncing on its spring. 

(y/n) turns to Hermione, "Godric, in my opinion, the clown is scarier than that snake." She laughs, but to her dismay, she turns around to realize she is next, palms sweating at what her classmates are about to find out about her. She gulps, Harry giving her a reassuring hand on the shoulder as Hermione gently pushes her forward, the professor looking at her curiously, wondering if maybe this will teach him more about the girl and put an end to the question of why she's so familiar. 

(y/n) gets her wand out as the swarm of color returns once more, the anticipation making it feel like her heart is about to burst out of her chest when the colors stopped. She looks at the boggart, confused. It's not an object, more so a scene, portrayed before her in the air. It's a baby being placed right outside the wand shop by a hooded figure, wrapped in newspaper that had the face of the Potters on it, the heading advertising their death. It was (y/n) (l/n). The scene skipped ahead to Ollivander picking her up, taking her out of Diagon Alley. She looks over at Professor Lupin, as his face grows a sickly shade of white. What's the matter with him, and why does he look so petrified. She was the one who's having to watch her get abandoned, seeing her parent for the first time and in the circumstance of them laying her on the cold street, not even caring enough to give her a blanket. Her eyes burn with tears as sadness overwhelms her, and the scene flickers to people. It's Astra and Vincent, her adoptive parents, standing with the trio as they begin to speak, her parents first. 

"Oh (y/n). Do you think we wanted you? You were practically forced upon us by the Ministry, considering your parents didn't want you and all. We can't love you. You're just a sad little girl." Speaks her mother, a sadistic smile across her face, blue eyes twinkling as if she was in a trance. (y/n) gasps, hand flying over her mouth as Lupin stands up, telling (y/n) to recite the incantation, but (y/n) tuned him out, paralyzed in fear and sadness. Harry spoke next, (y/n) knowing his lines were going to hurt the most as she takes a deep breath preparing herself as his lips part.

"Please (y/n), you think I could love you? I'm just using you to get to other girls. No one can love you, you're unlovable. Parents don't abandon their children for no reason. I don't like you and I never will so give up now." (y/n) begins to cry, Harry's words stinging her heart like she just got stabbed, as she turns around to see Harry's mouth open, an apologetic pleading look in his eyes. Harry hoped that she wasn't believing what the Boggart was saying to her, all he wanted was to run up and hug her. She turns back around, Hermione and Ron speaking next. 

"We aren't best friends," Hermione speaks as a crooked grin spreads across her freckled cheeks, "I just pity you. I felt bad for the poor girl who doesn't know where she came from. Her parents were not caring enough to even figure it out. I just wanted you to have one friend so that you weren't a complete loser." She laughs at the last word, Ron joining in. 

(y/n) could hear Professor Lupin begin to walk over to her ready to say the charm, but her sight was pulsating, the light in the room beginning to grow darker and darker, the noise of the classroom becoming muffled until there was nothing. 

She began to open her eyes. Did she pass out? She thought she did, but she didn't. She was standing, in an old dusty room with faces all too familiar to her standing there, right before her very eyes. There they were Professor Lupin and Sirius Black, along with the trio. Confused, she steps in front of Harry, who seemingly cannot see her. She stands still, observing the scene unfolding in front of her. 

Lupin glances at Harry and back at Sirius, "Very well, kill him." Lupin says, handing Sirius a wand, "Wait one more minute, Harry has the right to know why." Lupin scolds, holding up a finger and looking knowingly at Sirius. 

"I know why," Harry says, voice shaky, "you betrayed my parents. You're the reason they're dead." Harry says referring to Sirius, but Lupin is quick to respond, taking a step towards Harry. 

"No Harry it wasn't him, someone else did betray your parents, but it was somebody who until quite recently, I believed to be dead."

"Who was it then!" Harry bellowed, Sirius ready to answer.

"Peter Pettigrew!" Sirius says matter of factly, a grin across his dirty face. Peter Pettigrew? (Y/N) thought, but isn't that who Sirius killed? If he's still alive doesn't that mean he's innocent?

Snape walks in, disarming Lupin of his wand, as (y/n)'s surroundings blur, bringing her forward a little bit in time with Snape no longer in sight. 

"Peter Pettigrew is alive!" Exclaims Sirius, "And he's right there!" Sirius points to Ron who's holding Scabbers, but before (y/n) can process this information the scene goes blurry again and she feels dizzy, as she opens her eyes, stumbling as she's now in the woods standing in front of a body of water. (y/n) looks up and sees them. Dementors. Hundreds of them, her body beginning to shake, chills running down her spine at the sight of them. She lets out a gasp as she looks down, Harry and Sirius laying unconscious near the water, dementors taking turns feasting on their souls. She hyperventilates, tears glistening in her eyes, as she clumsily runs over to Harry's side dropping to her knees. She yells his name and drapes herself over him, not being able to process all of the information she's just received. (y/n) lays down crying as she screams once more.

"NOO!" She cries out, but she's no longer in the vision. She's back in the classroom, still in the same spot on her knees. As she stops her scream with her hand, she feels Harry sit down beside her, cradling her in his arms, heartbreak in his face seeing her so broken. 

"Oh, Harry." She whines, fear, and worry evident in her voice. She lifts her head realizing the atmosphere around her. Everyone was staring at her with confusion and she stands, wiping the tears from her pain-stricken face. (y/n) puts on a fake smile, turning to Professor Lupin. 

"I'm going to use the restroom if that's ok?" Tears brimming her eyes, threatening to spill over.

"Yes, of course." With no hesitation, (y/n) stands up and hurries away, a cry being heard from the hallway as she leaves the classroom. 

(y/n) rushes to the bathroom that Moaning Myrtle is located in, knowing that no one will be there, and collapses on the floor.

"What did I just see?" She says to herself, trying to catch her breath as she chokes on her tears. "Was that a part of my Boggart or did I...see the future?" She keeps crying until she runs out of tears, hoping nobody can hear her knowing she's already the talk of the class right now. She hears a giggle and immediately knows who it belongs to. Myrtle. 

"What do you want Myrtle?" (y/n) asks, noticeably annoyed. Moaning Myrtle comes floating out of a stall, giggling as always. 

"Oh nothing," she laughs, a teasing look on her face, "but I think someone just had a premonition. Heehee" She whispers that last part, making (y/n) quite uncomfortable. 

"A premonition? Well, that's just not possible Myrtle, that's never happened to me before, it had to be part of my Boggart." At least that's what she had hoped, for if the things she saw came true. She would not be able to live with herself. But what if she did see the future. She would have to tell someone right?

"Well you had your first Divinations class did you not? Perhaps you opened your inner eye.." Myrtle suggests, giggling as she floats into another stall, disappearing. (y/n) puts her head in her hands, overwhelmed by everything that's happened to her the past two days. How could a year go so bad so fast? If she did see the future, it could mean she was a Seer, a rare gift of seeing the future or prophecy, that not many witches and wizards are born with. If she did see the future, then she had to tell someone. Right? The only question was, who could she trust.

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a/n~WOW, that chapter was intense. I hope you enjoyed this because I had so much fun writing it. 

Let me know your thoughts on the chapter and POV change. Until next time. ~i

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