Facing Fears
Potter Fights Back. Who's Scared Now?
The article that followed retold what the Howler said, and how Rita left the building and hadn't been seen since. It stated that she was now running scare of the boy hero, and didn't want to anger him any further. They did say that they were going to check on reports to see if the Boy-Who-Lived really had lost his memory.
The gossip started up again, as the students from all three schools were debating on whether the amnesiac would compete. There was a lot of grumbling and whispers, but our hero's group ignored them.
Harry had a good laugh. He knew that it was more than that, and that there would be another article from Skeeter soon. Boy, would she be surprised. Right now, he brushed it off as a job well done and went about his day. He needed to talk to Sirius again, but that could wait until tomorrow. Today he wanted to scan books about wards. So, after excusing himself to his friends, he went to the library. He wandered around, not wanting to bother the bitchy librarian, and soon found the section he was looking for. Taking down four books, he carried them to a table and started scanning.
He learned a lot about ward stones and personal wards, like his golden dome. How they worked and what they needed. He needed a better grasp on Runes, so he searched for those books. Again scanning the ones he found. While he, Data and Spock were going over what to do with them, his proximity alert went off. He noted on the map that it was Weasley, but the guy maintained his distance, so he just watched out of the corner of his eyes. After a few minutes the redhead left.
When he learned all he could, he left the library. He made it down a corridor as was just turning the corner when there was a rattling in one of the suits of armor. He scanned it, but it came back inconclusive. He and his mind crew figured it was the magic on the metal interfering. So he stepped up and peeked into the suit, to make sure no one was trapped in there. Bullies could be cruel like that.
Suddenly he got cold and scared.
A creature came out of the mouth. It looked like the epitome of death with its ragged cloak, and its boney hands. There was deep rattling breathes coming from the thing, which cause Harry to shiver. He looked at the demon in front of him and had the fleeting thought, 'So this is a Dementor. I wonder why if I can't remember what they are, I'm see one now. Is it subconscious? Who would bring something like this in to a school?' His thoughts were going a mile a minute as he backed away.
He heard a voice of a woman screaming and wondered who it was. Then he heard horrendous laughter and wanted to kill whoever was making it. He got his head together and cast the Patronus, which he did on instinct. Instead of a transparent silver stag, it was solid looking brown one, except it was translucent. When it touched the Dementor, it screamed. But it didn't fade, or run, so Harry knew it wasn't the real thing. He banished his Patronus and made the creature in front of him a clown, which was quite a funny sight. When he chuckled, the thing flew back into the armor. He'd have to tell someone about that, but he had no idea who. Perhaps Flitwick…
He heard cursing down the hall, but it was too far away for his map to pick up. He'd have to fix that, and with that thought the map expanded. There about fifty feet away was one Ron Weasley. 'So that's how he wants to play?' Harry thought vindictively. He looked at his watch and saw it was lunchtime and smirked. 'I don't have time for you right now but you'll get yours, Weasley.'
Turning in the opposite direction, Harry headed towards the Great Hall.
Harry's POV
He met up with his gang of friends outside the Great Hall for dinner. He had no idea he had spent the entire day in the library. They went inside and the first thing Harry did was go to the Staff Table. He decided on telling Flitwick, at least this man hadn't done anything to him yet. "Hello, Professor, I don't believe we've been reintroduced. I'm Harry Potter," he said to the diminutive man.
That got some looks from those that had doubted him. Madam Maxime was now wondering if she had been wrong. Karkaroff was still in the firm belief that the boy was faking. The rest of the Hogwarts' staff, barring Snape and Moody, was giving him looks of pity. He cut them all icy glares, and then turned his attention back to Flitwick.
"Ah, yes, Mr. Potter, my name is Professor Flitwick. I teach Charms, and am the Head of Ravenclaw. What can I do for you this evening?" Filius asked with a beaming smile. He had yet to have a confrontation with this boy, and was more than happy to help. He still remembered the nice shy boy from his class and was hoping Minerva was wrong and the child had not turn in so someone as vile as she said.
"I was coming from the library and was confronted by a Boggart," Harry said blandly. Even though this was one of the professors that he didn't hate, he still had very little positive emotions for the guy, since he couldn't control his own House. Luna had told him that she had gone to complain to the man in her first year, but he said that until she had proof then there was little he could do. Harry understood that, to an extent. After all the teachers were busy that year, doing the Aurors' job and trying to solve why people were being petrified, but the man could've taught her how to ward her things.
"Oh my, that is not good. Why, first years will be terrified. Thank you, Mr. Potter, for letting me know. But, why tell me and not Professor Moody?" Flitwick asked, placing his fork on the table.
"Luna said you were mostly a nice man, so I came to you," was the stoic answer.
"Mostly?" came the confused inquiry.
"You like to turn the other way when others are being bullied," Harry stated boldly.
"Ah, yes, Miss Lovegood's nargles. I had forgotten about those. Tell Miss Lovegood to come to me after dinner and we will discuss her missing things," Flitwick said thoughtfully. In truth he had forgotten, and the young girl hadn't come to him again. He had thought perhaps it had been solved without his input. "I will be in my office around eight this evening."
"I'll tell her. The bogart is right outside the library, and the last I saw it, it was in a suit of armor," Harry said, feeling a bit better about the man.
"Very well, I will talk to the DADA professor and we will go and take care of it," the half-goblin stated, hopping down from his chair and doing just that.
Harry shrugged and went to join his friends. He had done his job and now all he wanted to do was eat. As he joined the table he leaned over and whispered to Luna to meet the man after eight. She nodded her head and gave him a grateful grin.
"Why did you need…?" was all Hermione got out when someone kicked her foot. She looked around at the people surrounding her and Luna and Neville were both giving her pointed looks.
"It's alright, guys, I'll answer her question. Weasley set me up to face a Boggart," he said as he started to load his plate.
"Not saying that you are wrong, but are you sure it was Ron?"
"I saw him," was the answer as Harry took a bite of his roast beef. He really liked the way they prepared it. It was spiced just right. He was going to have to talk to Dobby to see if he couldn't get the recipe. For some reason he felt he liked cooking.
"Oh," was all she said as she too took up some food, and pulled Gryffindor's book out and started reading it.
"I assume you are going to pay him back?" Neville asked, taking some chicken and potatoes.
"Well, yeah," Harry said a bit astonished that he would ask.
"Okay, just to let you know, Ron is terrified of spiders," the not quite as shy boy stated.
"Is he really?" our hero hummed, thinking that that might be too easy, but still the arsehole had set him up to face his greatest fear. He'd have to think about it.
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