Crack!
"Forward, Neville, and finish him off!" Remus shouted as the boggart landed on
the floor as a cockroach.
Crack!
Snape appeared in front of the room. Neville charged forward, looking determined.
"Riddikulus!" he shouted, and they had a split second's view of Snape in a lacy dress before
Neville let out a great "Ha!" of laughter, and the boggart exploded, burst into a thousand
tiny wisps of smoke.
"Excellent! Excellent, Neville. Well done, everyone. Let me see, five points to
Gryffindor for every person to tackle the boggart. Ten for Neville because he did it twice.
Five each to Hermione and Harry."
"But I didn't do anything," Harry said.
"You and Hermione answered my questions correctly at the start of the class,
Harry," Remus said lightly before clearing his throat and turning to the rest of the class.
"Very well, everyone, an excellent lesson. Kindly read the chapter on boggarts and
summarise it for me. To be handed in on Monday. That will be all for today."
The moment that the door closed behind the last student, Remus pressed his back
up against it and slid to the floor, putting his head in his hands. "What the fuck was I
thinking?"
October 16th, 1993Despite being as thin as he was, Sirius still managed to crack several ribs slipping
through the bars of his prison cell as Padfoot. However, that had not been as painful as his
leap into the North Sea, nor the miles and miles it took to swim the frigid waters. When
he washed ashore, he thought for certain that he would die. At least I'll die a free man, he
thought before he reminded himself that Wormtail, the traitorous rat, was at Hogwarts.