.⊹⁀➷ CHAPTER FOUR !
↳ ❛boggarts and potions❜

AFTER ANNABETH HAD run ahead of Draco and Hagrid, to inform Madam Pomfrey that a injured student would soon arrive, Hagrid entered the hospital wing with the blond boys in his arms.

Draco was pretty pal, paler than he usually was and the blood was dripping down his arm.

Hagrid placed him carefully onto one of the hospital beds before he disappeared into the next room and spoke with Madam Pofrey.

Draco still held onto his arm while he clenched his jaw and whimpered.

Annabeth felt how the anger slowly bulit up in her stomach before she suddenly sighed annoyed, "Oh my God! Stop whimpering Malfoy. It's your own fault that your in this situation."

She crossed her arms over her chest and eyed the boy sceptically. His eyes widened immediatley before his head snapped towards her. "Shut your mouth, Potter! That ugly beast could've killed me!"

The brunnete girl frowned at him angryly, "You provoked it!" The blonde boy scoffed as he rolled with his eyes.

Annabeth rolled with her eyes before she jumped onto her feet and dashed over to the large door.

"Potter, wait!", Draco's voice immediatley called after her desperatley, making the brunette spin around to him again.

"What!?", she hissed at him agressivly. Her brows furrowed as she saw how pained and scared the boy looked.

"Don't go", his voice came out as a low whisper. He still held his arm and for one moment, Annabeth flet how every part of her body wanted to walk over and sit down besides him.

The brunette shook her head before she slowly turned towards the door again.

"Please", Draco quietly begged her, which made the girl stop in her track. Never in her life had she heard Malfoy say the world 'please'.

The girl released a deep breath before she quietly turned around and walked over to his bed. Her brown eyes scanned his face while the boy focused his eyes onto the celling, not wanting to look at her.

He was completely confused, did he had just asked her to stay, no that coudn't be. But he did, he had asked, no he had begged Annabeth Potter to stay with him.

The girl was silent as she slid into the big chair that stood besides his bed. "Don't make me regret it", she then muttered under her breath.

And that was the rest of her lesson, sitting next to Malfoy until Madam Pomfrey had fixed him.

When Madam Pomfrey was finally finished, she told them that Malfoy had to stay in the hospital wing for another couple of days, to make up for the blood loss he had experienced.

The woman gave Annabeth one last nodd before she left the two alone once more. There was an awkward silence between the two teenagers before their eyes met.

Annabeth cleard her throat before the blonde boy suddeenly spoke up, "I swear if you tell that to anyone, you're dead."

The brunette raised her eyebrows at him, "Believe me, I don't want to tell everyone about your annoying whining."

Malfoy opened his mouth to shoot something back at her, but before he could Annabethe turned on her heel. She gave him one last look, "Good to know that everthing is back to normal." And after that, she quickly made her way back to the Gryffindor common room.

Three days later Annabeth sat with the other Gryffindors by their table, doing they're homework, when they were disturbed by a couple of noises.

"Does it hurt terribly Draco?", the annoying voice of Pansy Parkinson could be heard even by the seats Annabeth and her friends sat.

The blond boy eyed his bandaged arm, "It comes and it goes. Still, I consider myself lucky. Madam Pomfrey said another minute and I could've lost my arm."

Ron frowned as he turned back towards his friends, "Listen to the idiot. He's really laying it on thick, isn't he?"

Annabeth looked up from her charms essay and glanced over at the bench where Malfoy and his friends sat.

"At least Hagrid didn't get sacked", Harry stated while he followed his sisters gaze over to the group of Slytherin.

"Yeah, but I hear Draco's father's furious. We haven't heard the end of this", Hermioned told them as Annabeth sighed loudly, her gaze moving back to her book.

"He's been sighed! He's been sighed!", Seamus Finnigan suddenly shouted over the heads of their table.

He had the Daily Prophet in his hand before he threw the paper onto the table next to them.

"Who?", Annabeth immediatley questioned him as she stood up and joined the boy with her friends.

"Sirius Black!", Semus answered her nervously as the other students joined them as well.

"Dufftown? That's not far from here", Hermione stated as she quickly read the article.

"A mugle saw him, of course she had no idea who he really is, the muggles think he's a normal criminal", Semus explained to the other's who had read the article yet. "But when the Misnistry arrived he was already gone."

Ron immediatley went pal while he quietly repeated Hermione's words, "Not far from here."

Annabeth had a worried expression plastered on her face before her attention was drawn towards Nevill, who sat on the bench infront of her.

"You don't think he'd come to Hogwarts, do you?", the boy questioned the other in fear. "With Dementors at every entrance?", he continued as he looked up at the others.

"Dementors?", Seamus questioned him as he shook his head from besides Annabeth. "He already slipped past them once. Who's to say he won't do it again?" His gaze wandered over the Gyffindor students that sat around him.

"That's right", another student agreed with him quickly, catching everybodys attention. "Black could be anywhere. It's like trying to catch smoke. Like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands."

Annabeth listened to the dark skinned boys voice but it got more quiet every second that she stared onto the moving picture of Sirius Black.

His dirty hair fell into his face and his eyes were wide open as he screamed at whoever took the photo of him.

The brunette girl felt how goosebumps wandered up her arms and she quickly looked over to her brother, who still stared at the picture.

She then grabbed the newspaper from the table and stormed out of the hall, throwing it into the next trash bin she found.

In the afternoon Annabeth stood in the large defence against the dark arts classroom. It wasn't a secret that most of the student said that the subject was cursed, every year the Professor who taught DADA would turn out to be a complete catastrophy.

The brunette placed her brown school bag on one of the tables that someone had pushed to the end of the room, before she made her way over to the others. Dean and Seamus were already standing infront of a wardrobe, with mirrors in it's doors.

It wasn't long until the class was complete and everyone eyed the wardeobe that shook heavily from time to time. "Intrguing, isn't it?" A soft male voice caught the students attention from behind them.

"Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what is inside?", the professor questioned the crowd as he walked past them towards the front.

"That's a Boggart, that is", Dean stated from besides Annabeth. "Very good, Mr. Thomas", Lupin nodded his head at him as the wardrobe shook again.

"Now, can anybody tell me what a Boggart looks like?", the professor asked them curiously.

"No one knows. Boggarts are shape-shifters. They take the shape of whatever a person fears the most", Hermione suddenly spoke up from besides Ron.

The boys eyes widened immediatley as his head snapped towards her, "When did she get here?" The brunnet just ignored him as she continued her explenation, "That's what makes them so-"

The professor interrupted her as he continued his walk, "So terrefying, yes, yes, yes."

The wardrobe shook again, making the students flinch in surprise. "Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repeal a Boggart. Let's practice it now. Without wands, please", the Professor instructed them friendly.

"After me. Riddikulus!"

The crowd of Students repeated the word in syncrony, "Riddikulus!"

"Very good. A little louder and very clear. Listen- Riddikulus!", Professor Lupin repeated the spell as he let his gaze wander over the students. "Riddikulus!"

Annabeth could hear in her left ear how Draco and his Slytherin friends whispered in the back of the classroom.

"This class is ridiculous", the blond boy sneered as he gazed at his friends, who all nodded in agreement.

Annabeth rolled with her eyes as she gazed over her shoulder at them. Malfoy caught her gaze, raising both of his eyebrows as he gave her a questioning look. Annabeth turned her head back to the front without any further exchange.

"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. Neville, would you join me, please?"

The Professor's gaze suddenly fell on to Neville, who stood in-between Harry and Dean, looking pretty pal.

The boy turned his head to his left and right, making sure the Professor really meant him.

"Come on, don't be shy. Come on", Lupin assured him friendly and at last Neville slowly stepped forward.

"Hello, Neville, what frightens you most of all?", The Professsor questioned the boy, while he stuffed his hands into his pockets.

Neville muttered something under his breath but Annabeth coudn't understand it from where she stood. "Sorry?", the Professsor furrowed his eyebrows at the boy.

Neville gluped before he repeated his words, this time a little louder, "Professor Snape."

The classs immediatley errupted in laughers, but Annabeth didn't. She knew how Neville suffered under this terrible man and honestly she woudn't want to be in Neville's shoes.

"Ah. Professor Snape. Yes, frightens all. And I belive you live with your Grandmother?"

Neville nodded his head at him, "Yes, but I don't want it to turn into her, either." The class laughed again and this time Annabeth let out a quiet chuckle.

Lupin shook his head as he smiled a bit, "No it won't. I want you to picture her cloths. Only her cloths, very clear, in your mind."

"She carries a red handbag-", Neville wanted to discribe his grandmothers cloths, but Lupin quickly stopped him.

"We don't need to hear. As long as you see it, we'll see it. Now, when I open the wardrobe here's what I want you to do." He slowly approached Neville before he whispered something into the boys ear.

Neville's head snapped towards him with wide eyes. "Can you do that?", the Professor questioned him with a smile and the young boy quickly nodded.

"Yes, wand at the ready!", Lupin grabbed his wand and pointed it at the shaking wardrobe. "One, two, three."

He lightly swung his wand and the wooden door knob quickly turned. After a moment the door slowly opened, making a high pinched sound before a hand reached out of the darkness and grabbed onto the frame.

The door opened more and then Snape stepped slowly out. Professor Lupin stood behind Neville as he whispered calmly, "Think Neville, think."

The brunette boy looked at Snape with fear in his eyes before he lifted his wand into the air, "Riddikulus!"

Snape stummbled backwards and the cloths of Neville's grandmother appeared on Snape's body, making everone laugh as the Boggart looked down on himself.

Neville smiled as Professor Lupin clapped with his hands, "Wonderful, Neville, wonderful! Incredible! Okay, to the back Neville. Everyone, form a line!"

The Professsor walked past the Boggart, who seemed pretty confused that no one was scared of him.

The students immediatley formed a row and Annabeth stood behind Hermione as the students pushed each other back and forth.

"I want everone to picture the thing they fear the very most and turn it into something funny", Lupin told them before he placed a vinly recors onto his record player.

The music started playing immediatley before Remus pointed at Ron, "Next, Ron!"

The ginger stepped forward, looking a bit unsure before the Boggart stared at him and then suddenly changed into a gigantic spider.

Ron's eyes widened and the boy whimpered before he grabbed his wand out of his roap.

The spider slowly approached Ron and Professor Lupin stood at the side. "Wand at the ready Ron! Wand at the ready!"

The boy squng his wand and suddenly rollerblades appeared on the end of the spiders legs.

The whole class laughed and Lupin pointed at the Boggart, "See? Very good, very good!" Marvelous! Absolutely, very, very enjoyable! Next, Pavati!"

The lesson went on and a couple of students had already faced the Boggart but then it was Harry's turn. He quickly grabbed his wand from his roap and looked at the boggart who was currently a clown.

Annabeth's look wandered off to Professor Lupin, who suddenly had a very worried expression on his face.

The brunette's body tensed up, she felt how the fear took over her body and the girl coudn't help but wonder what her brother would see.

The Boggart flew into the air and started spinning before sudddenly a Dementor flew infront of Harry.

All the students stared up towards the dark creature and then it suddenly flew towards Harry, Professor Lupin reacted quickly and jumped infront of the boy screaming.

The Boggart stopped and then quickly chnaged into something that looked like a white orb, with clouds moving by.

"Riddikulus!", the Professor pointed his wand at the white orb before it changed into a white ballon and flew over their heads.

After it had rouded the crowd the ballon flew back towards the wardrobe and Lupin opened the door and then caged it into the wardrobe.

"Right. Sorry about that. That's enough for today. Collect your books from the back. Sorry, you can't have too much of a good thing!", the Professor stated as he gazed at Harry, who still stood were he stood the whole exercise.

Annabeth had already grabbed her bag from the back as she realized that Harry had still didn't moved, the brunette frowned before she slolwy grabbed her book and then joined her brother. She came to a stand besides him before she nudged his shoulder with hers.

The boy snapped out of his daze before he gazed at his sister still shocked, before the two slowly left the class room as well.

"You're okay, Harry?", she questioned him when the two made their way down to the dungeons. Her twin seemed deep in his thoughts, so she nudged his shoulder, "Are you all right?"

The boy looked at her in surprise, "Oh, yeah." Annabeth frowned, not believing him. But she couldn't push any further because they entered the potions Classroom.

To their luck Snap was not there yet and the two quickly hurried to their places.

Annabeth had just placed her bag onto the ground when Professor Snape rushed inside, immediately shouting instructions at them.

The brunette desperately tried to successfully make the potion. She focused at the beans she was just cutting when she heard Malfoy's voice.

The blonde boy was sitting next to Harry, because Snape had assigned him to cut his ingredients for him, whispering, "Thinking of trying to catch Black single-handed, Potter?"

"Yeah, that's right", Harry stated annoyed. Malfoy's mouth was curving into his usually mean smile.

"Of course, if it was me", he whispered over to Harry. "I'd have done something before now. I wouldn't be staying in school like a good boy, I'd be out there looking for him."

Annabethe grew more and more annoyed while Ron frowned, "What are you talking about, Malfoy?"

"Don't you know, Potter?" Malfoy narrowed his blue eyes at them. "Know what?"

Malfoy let out a quiet laugh. "Maybe you'd rather not risk your neck." The boy eyed them closely, "Want to leave it to the Dementors, do you? But if it was me, I'd want revenge. I'd hunt him down myself."

Annabeth now scoffed quietly "That's enought, Malfoy!" The girl have him a death stare and the blond boy had a grumpy look on his face as he turned back to his potion.

It was a exhausting day, but a ray of hope for Annabeth was the fact, that the Quidditch session would start soon. And that was exactly the reason why their Captain, Wood had gathered his team in the changinngrooms.

The brunette seventh year walked up and down infront of his team, his voice filled with despair as he spoke, "That's our last chance. My last chance to win the Quidditch cup."

He came to a stand as he looked at them. "We have three magnificent chasers", his gaze wandered of to Annabeth, Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson.

"We have two amazing beaters", he continued before Fred waved him off smirkig. "Stop Oliver, you making us blush."

Annabeth's gaze fell onto the Weasley boy and she could tell by his smile that he was probably just as happy as her to be back on his broom.

Oliver ignored him as he still had a serious look on his face, "And we have a Seeker, who won every game for us until now." A smile appeared on his lips, "And me."

George immediatley pipped up, "You're quiet fantastic yourself, Oliver."

Oliver frowned and shook his head before he went on with his motivation speech. "The thing is, the Quidditch pokal shoud've been ours for the last two years. But we achieved nothing, and now is our last chance, to finally see our names written on that pokal."

With this determination Wood doomed them to training three times a week, they trained despite wind and rain. However rainy it got they sat on their brooms.

One evening it was raining again. After a long training Annabeth entered the Gryffindor common room, her Quidditch cloths stuck to her body as her dark, wet hair hung into her face.

The girl climbed through the large hole, followed by the rest of the team. Before she immediately went up into her dormitory, getting under the shower before crawling into her bed.