"INSIDE, PLEASE," PROFESSOR LUPIN, OPENING IT AND STANDING BACK. The staffroom, a long, paneled room full of old, mismatched chairs, was empty except for one teacher. Professor Snape was sitting in a low armchair, and he looked around as the class filed in. His eyes were glittering and there was a nasty sneer playing around his mouth.

As Professor Lupin came in and made to close the door behind her, Snape
said, "Leave it open, Lupin. I'd rather not witness this." He got to his feet and strode past the class, his black robes billowing behind him.

"Hmfp, stay very far away from her." Sirius growls softly.

At the doorway he turned on his heel and 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." Neville went scarlet.

Aelora glared at Snape; it was bad enough that he bullied Neville in his own classes, let alone doing it in front of other teachers.

"Mr Snape, it is clear that you are not fit to be a teacher even if it's seem you are very good with potion, you should treat the students fairly." Professor McGonagall stated firmly.

"He can't even treat his children
fairly." Coventina rolled her eyes.

Professor Lupin had raised her eyebrows. "I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation," she said, "and I am sure he will perform it admirably." Neville's face went, if possible, even redder. Snape's lip curled, but he left, shutting the door with a snap.

"Thank you, Remina." Alice sigh relievely, she couls always count
on her friends in the future.

"It's not a problem." Remina chuckles.

"Now, then," said Professor Lupin, beckoning the class toward the end of
the room, where there was nothing but an old wardrobe where the teachers kept their spare robes. As Professor Lupin went to stand next to it, the wardrobe gave a sudden wobble, banging off the wall.

"Nothing to worry about," said Professor Lupin calmly because a few people had jumped backward in alarm. "There's a boggart in there."

"Ah, this." Lucius sigh.

Most people seemed to feel that this was something to worry about. Neville gave Professor Lupin a look of pure terror, and Seamus Finnigan eyed the now rattling door knob apprehensively.

"Boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces," said Professor Lupin. "Wardrobes,
the gap beneath beds, the cupboards under sinks- I've even 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 ask ourselves is, what is a boggart?" Granger 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.

"See? This is call fair," McGonagall mumbled something else. "Even for those who are too smart for their own good."

"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, choosing to ignore Neville's small
sputter of terror, "that we have a huge advantage over the boggart before we begin. Have you spotted it, Coventina?"

Trying to answer a question with Granger next to her, bobbing up and down on the balls of her feet with her hand in the air, was very off putting, but Coventina had a go.

"I swear- I am actually relieve to have control that Lutanic girl." Coventina let out a sigh.

"Because there are so many of us, it won't know what shape it should be." "Precisely," said Professor Lupin, and Granger put her hand down, looking a little disappointed.

"Didn't she just reply the former question? She should allow others
to have a choice." Regulus tilted his head, caressing his black fur cat.

"It's always best to have company when you're dealing with a boggart. He becomes confused. Which should he become, a headless corpse or a flesh-eating slug? I once saw a boggart make that very mistake- tried to frighten two people at once and turned himself into half a slug. Not remotely frightening."

"The charm that repels a boggart is simple, yet it requires force of mind. You see, the thing that really finishes a boggart is laughter. What you need to do is force it to assume a shape that you find amusing. "We will practice the charm without wands first. After me, please ... Riddikulus!"

"This class was riddikulus." Draco groaned. "Because your fear was
uncle Lucius in a pink dress?" Daphne smirked.

"You can't blame me!" Draco frowned, covering his red face.

"Riddikulus!" said the class together.
"Good," said Professor Lupin. "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 again, though not as much as Neville, who walked forward as though he were heading for the gallows.

"Right, Neville," said Professor Lupin. "First things first: what would you say is the thing that frightens you most in the world?" Neville's lips moved, but no noise came out. "didn't catch that, Neville, sorry," said Professor Lupin cheerfully.

Sirius chuckles, James was busy running his hand through Achilles's hair. Peter was watching the scene while Remina was smiling and Marlene was in her own World.

Neville looked around rather wildly, as though begging someone to help
him, then said, in barely more than a whisper, "Professor Snape." Nearly everyone laughed. Even Neville grinned apologetically. Professor Lupin, however, looked thoughtful. "Professor Snape... hmmm... Neville, I believe you live with your grand- mother?"

"Poor sweet cake." Euphemia pouted, the two Potter-Nikova sisters nodded with their grandmother.

"Er -- yes," said Neville nervously. "But -- I don't want the boggart to turn into her either." "No, no, you misunderstand me," said Professor Lupin, now smiling. "I wonder, could you tell us what sort of clothes your grandmother usually wears?"

"A hat she wear everyday, a stuffed vulture on top and stupid green dress even when she hate green." Frank mumbled.

Neville looked startled, but said, "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?" prompted Professor Lupin.

"A big red one," said Neville. "Right then," said Professor Lupin. "Can
you picture those clothes very clearly, Neville? Can you see them in your mind's eye?"

"Neville is always such cutie." Delphina smiled. "Right." Anastacius rolled his eyes.

"Yes," said Neville uncertainty, plainly wondering what was coming next. "When the boggart bursts out of this wardrobe, Neville, and sees you, it will assume the form of Professor Snape," said Lupin.

"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 that vulture-topped hat, and that green dress, with that big red handbag."

There was a great shout of laughter. The wardrobe wobbled more violently. "If Neville is successful, the boggart is likely to shift his attention to each of us in turn," said Professor Lupin.

"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...." The room went quiet.

"That's actually very useful." Amelia Bones noted happily.

"I agree."

Coventina thought about her fear. Fear was a weakness that she would hate to have.

Coventina tensed, her fear? What was it now?

For anybody, they would think that her first thought was Lord Voldemort- a Voldemort returned to full strength.

"I don't fear him, his mistake was to tain others, thinking he was unbeatable, while he was nothing but a half-blood like many. He was hating on his own kind instead of helping them." Coventina stated loud and firm.

Everyone tensed at her words, the fact she had the audacity to such things was crazy. But then she was.

Wrong, Voldemort was not someone for her to fear.

A rotting, glistening hand, slithering back beneath a black cloak... a long, rattling breath from an unseen mouth...then a cold so penetrating it felt like drowning...screaming...

Coventina let out a shaky breath and looked around. Fortunately, Many
people had their eyes shut tight.

Antares raised a brow, looking at her. "The moment I find out that fear will be the moment you will trust me with your heart, little Goddess." He whispered softly.

Weasley was muttering to himself, "Take its legs off " Coventina was sure she knew what that was about. Weasley's greatest fear was spiders. "Everyone ready?" said Professor Lupin.

"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-"

They all retreated, backed against the walls, leaving Neville alone beside the wardrobe. He looked pale and frightened, but he had pushed up the sleeves of his robes and was holding his wand ready.

"On the count of three, Neville," said Professor Lupin, who was pointing his own wand at the handle of the wardrobe. "One, two, three, now!"

A jet of sparks shot from the end of Professor Lupin's wand and hit the
doorknob. The wardrobe burst open. Hook-nosed and menacing, Professor
Snape stepped out, his eyes flashing at Neville. Neville backed away, his wand up, mouthing wordlessly. Snape was bearing down upon him, reaching inside his robes.

"R-r- riddikulus!" squeaked Neville.
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!"

The whole hall roar of laugher at the sigh of Snape in a lave drimmed dress.

Parvati walked forward, her face set. Snape rounded on her. There was
another crack, and where he had stood was a bloodstained, bandaged mummy; its sightless face was turned to Parvati and it began to walk toward her very slowly, dragging its
feet, its stiff arms rising "Riddikulus!" cried Parvati.

A bandage unraveled at the mummy's feet; it became entangled, fell face
forward, and its head rolled off.
"Seamus!" roared Professor Lupin.
Seamus darted past Parvati. Crack! Where the mummy had been was a woman with floorlength black hair
and a skeletal, green-tinged face- a banshee.

She opened her mouth wide and an unearthly sound filled the room, a long, wailing shriek that made the hair on Coventina's head stand on end- 'Riddikulus!" shouted Seamus. The banshee made a rasping noise and clutched her throat; her voice was gone.

Crack! The banshee turned into a rat, which chased its tail in a circle,then- crack!- became a rattlesnake, which slithered and writhed before- crack!- becoming a single, bloody eyeball. "It's confused!" shouted Lupin.
"We're getting there! Dean!" Dean hurried forward.

Crack! The eyeball became a severed hand, which flipped over and began
to creep along the floor like a crab.
"Riddikulus!" yelled Dean. 'There was a snap, and the hand was trapped in a mousetrap. "Antares, come!"

Antares let out a sigh and walk infront of it. The severed hand slowly turned into nothing. The class gasps, "Black is scared of nothing?" Parvati whispered to Dean.

The Black was shocked, even they had something to fear. Their Heir fear nothing.

Antares chuckles, a smirk form on his lips. "What did you do?" Coventina asked him.

"What do you mean, my Goddess?" A scoffed was heard from Draco at Antares's so called innocent acting.

"How did you hide your fear?" Eyes widened, Anastacius and Draco looked at Antares.

"You fucking hide it?!" Draco frowned confuse.

"Hm, maybe I did, maybe I didn't." Antares chuckles. "You are so smart, mea dulcis dea."

"Whatever, Rubrum Stella."

"Ron Weasley, you are next." Professor Lupin looked over Antares who just let out another lazy sound, muttering something about this class being ridiculous.

Coventina looked at him, she tilted her head, her hair slowly following the movement. "How come he is scared of nothing?" She mumbled.

Antares giggles, he clearly didn't
know the effect of his voice.

Weasley leapt forward. Crack! Quite a few people screamed. A giant spider, six feet tall and covered in hair, was advancing on Weasley, clicking its pincers menacingly. For a moment, Coventina thought Weasley had frozen.

Then- "Riddikulus!" bellowed Weasley, and the spider's legs vanished; It rolled over and over; Lavender Brown squealed and ran out of its way and it came to a halt at Coventina's feet. She raised her wand, ready, but-

She was froze, she looked at it, it was just black, painly black, a black hole with no end.

Thanatos sigh, Fate was really a bitch for that. "A circle that never end."

Achilles scoffed, "If I was able to
end mine, my daughter will too."

"Here!" shouted Professor Lupin suddenly, hurrying forward. Crack!
The legless spider had vanished. For a second, everyone looked wildly around to see where it was. Then they saw a silvery-white orb hanging in the air in front of Lupin, who said, "Riddikulus!" almost lazily. Crack!

"Forward, Neville, and finish him off!" said Lupin as the boggart landed
on the floor as a cockroach. Crack! Snape was back.

This time Neville charged forward looking determined. "Riddikulus!" he shouted, and they had a split second's view of Snape in his lacy dress before Neville let out a great "Ha!" of laughter, and the boggart exploded, burst into a thousand tiny wisps of smoke, and was gone.

"Excellent!" cried Professor Lupin as the class broke into applause. "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... and five each to Hermione and Coventina."

"Professor, I barely did anything." Coventina told her. "You and miss Granger answered my questions correctly at the start of the class, Coventina," Lupin said lightly.

Remina nodded.

"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."

Talking excitedly, the class left the staffroom. "Did you see me take that banshee?" shouted Seamus. "And the hand!" said Dean, waving his own around. "And Snape in that hat!" "And my mummy!"

"I wonder why Professor Lupin's frightened of crystal balls?" said Lavender thoughtfully. "Yes and
Black doesn't even fear anything."

Remina tense, she wonder if her son knew. Antares glanced at her, sensing her discomfort along side Remina's friends.

"We are Moony." James muttered to her gently. "Yes." The other Marauders members nodded.

"Thank you so much."

"That was the best Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson we've ever had, wasn't it?" said Ron excitedly as they made their way back to the classroom to get their bags.

Coventina, however, wasn't feeling cheerful. She never does. "Venti, are you okay?" Aelora was one of the few who saw the black hole.

"Yes." Coventina replied, plainly cold with no emotion. She walked away leaving a worriedly Coventina and frustrated Anastacius.

Delphina bited her bottom lips, she remembered Anastacius's fear, it was like a dagger? But it was filled with blood. Pretty sure only her friends and the Fallen angels saw it.

"Damn it!" Anastacius punched the wall angrily, gritting his teeth. This was one of the rarest moment where he lost his cool. Aelora looked at him, she watched the blood slipped down her brother's knuckles.

"Next time you do that, I will personality punch you." Coventina crossed her arms, leaving no doubt at the authority in her tone.

"Tina..." Anastacius sighed softly and smiles lightly, she was the youngest but still most protective.

"Stop it." Cold. Her voice cold and calm looking at Anastacius- who sighed and walked back to his chamber leaving Aelora alone.

"We should have never come here." She mumbled. "This is all that stupid old man's fault." She added coldly. "I hate him."

"We do too." Delphina scoffed, remembering how she passed years without a loving father, and loving uncle.

They were quiet, in peace at their orphanage. They rules everything- even their emotion and when they came here everything broke. Everything was going back to
that hell hole they escape from.

What a curse.

"Couldn't have said better." Anastacius whispered, Achilles throw a ball of paper at his head.

"Living with me is bad?" Achilles asked coldly, a vein pop on his forhead, annoyed. "No." Anastacius shook his head. "Good." James chuckles.