BOGGARTS

                                    

                                          
Harry pov
We walk to our class, Lupin is our new Professor for defense against the dark arts. He begins to explain what we are going to do. 
We were gonna be facing our fears with a boggart. Once he opens it, he told us to say "Riddikulus."
"Repeat after me, Riddikulus." 
"Riddikulus."  
"Again,Riddikulus." 
Everyone then repeated again,"Riddikulus"
"This class is ridiculous." I heard draco say to his group, they laughed and nodded.
"Very good." He then starts explaining more. give my third years some practice. "So, the first question we must ask ourselves is, what is a boggart?" Hermione put up her hand. "It's a shape-shifter," she said. "It can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us most." 
"Couldn't have put it better myself," said Professor Lupin, and Hermione glowed. "So the boggart sitting in the darkness within has not yet assumed a form. He does not yet 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," said Professor Lupin, ignoring Neville's small sputter, "that we have a huge advantage over the boggart before we begin. Have you spotted it, Harry?" 
"Er — because there are so many of us, it won't know what shape it should be?" "Precisely," said Professor Lupin, calling up Neville, who was stuttering and trembling.
The door opens and snape comes out, "Riddikulus!" 
There was a noise like a whip crack. Snape stumbled; he was wearing a long, lace-trimmed dress and a towering hat topped with a moth-eaten vulture, and he was swinging a huge crimson handbag. There was a roar of laughter; the boggart paused, confused, and Professor Lupin shouted, "Parvati! Forward!" 
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Amelia pov
-THE TRUTH-
It had been a few days later since the boggart class. On Halloween, my classmates were going to Hogsmeade, so most likely Harry and I were going to be alone. Which was sad but it was only because we didn't get the paper signed.
I wish mom and dad were still alive,everything would probably be different..I was walking down the hall to Professor Lupin class,I still had extra classes for some reason.
Dumbledore thinks I need to learn how to control my emotions, my magic. He says Professor Lupin can help me.
I walked into his class,he wasn't there. Maybe his office? the door was open, I walked inside. It looked like a normal office, maybe this year will be different, no Professor will try to kill me or Harry.
"Professor?"I said, looking around.There was a book on his desk,it looked like a journal or something.No one will find out if just take a quick peak..right? I opened it and there was a page that said in bold.
first year
There was a lot of picture of four boys. They each had Gryffindor ties on. A tall one with scars all over his face.Another who looked like Harry,his black hair was messy and he had glasses.
The next boy had short black hair, and the last one had short light brownish blondish hair,He looked shy.I flipped the next page and that had in bold.
Second year had the same four boys,so did third year,then fourth,and so on.
Seventh year
There was the same four boys,but there was a red headed girl with I'm guessing who was Professor Lupin when he was fifteen.
The girl was my mom,she had long thick ginger hair with beautiful green eyes ,the same ones I have. They both looked happy,they were sitting in the great hall.
Next to them you could see what looked like,I'm guessing my father,who looked the same as Harry but obviously older and with different eyes.
Next to him was a guy with long black hair, I'm guessing it was the guy in the pictures. I flipped more of the pages, then a picture caught my eye.
The top of the page had..
December 25 1980
There was a torn picture,it was of a younger and more handsomer picture of Remus,he looked like he was in his 20's.he was smiling and looking at something..I meant people.
I knew who, because I had the other half of the photo.
"Amelia,what are you doing in here?"
I turned around and looked at Professor Lupin.
"I..I know you."I said slowly.
"Yes, you do. I am your Professor,Amelia."he laughed.
"No,I didn't mean it like that..you were friends with my mother and father."
He nodded,"yes."
I showed him the torn up picture and I asked,
"this is you when you were younger?"
He nodded.
"I have the other half..I found it..first year, in a book Hagrid gave me. The child, is me?"
"Yes."he answered.
"Who was the guy in the picture?the one holding me?"I asked.
He gulped, "Sirius, Sirius Black was the one in the picture." I frowned, I felt bad for him. He sat down and I sat next to him. "we were all best friends during my time here."
"What was he like? Psychotic?"I asked slowly.
"No.He was nothing like that."Professor Lupin answered.  "He was nice,not like the rest of his family. I don't know what went wrong..I don't know why he did what he did." He continued. I felt like he was hiding something, but it didn't matter.
"What were they like? My parents?" I asked. 
He smiled, "they were the best." And he went on about my parents, how he met them, how they acted.