Boggart ((Dana))

[Professor Minerva McGonagall]

Minerva rushed though the hallways at a brisk pace. She had left her NEWT years to work alone trusting them to behave properly. Should any trouble occur then she would know about it and the culprits would be punished. But right now Minerva came from the Headmasters office. They had needed to discuss some urgent matters about the school. Passing the student lounge Minerva paused uon hearing loud voices. The voices sounded scared so mMinerva shildedly gripped her wand and stepped into the lounge. A few first years were staring anxiously at a slightly moving cupboard and excliaming their thoughts loudly.

“What is this commotion about?“ Minerva asked as she looked at the cupboard. One glance was enough to tell Minerva that the cupboard was inhabited by a boggart. „Nothing to be afraid of here. I’m crtain you will be learning about boggarts in your DADA lessons soon. Now hurry up. I’m sure there are more interesting things for you to see.“ The first years slowly moved further away and Minerva looked at the clock only to see that she would have to start hurrying back to class and would not have the time to start dealing with the boggart right this moment.
Looking around the room Minerva’s eyes fell on the Ravenclaw perfect and she nodded at the girl. “Miss Coran could you perhaps get rid of the boggart in this cupboard? Thank you.“

Nodding to the girl and giving one of her rare smiles Minerva left the Student Lounge again feeling glad that something more catastrophical hadn’t happened. Entering her classroom once again Minerva started to walk around to see what progress her students had made.

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[dana]

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Dana smirked a bit ironically at the first years who had gahtered around the cupboard hosting a boggart. Not bothering to comment about it Dana just chose an empty table for herself and started on some homework concentrating completely on it. At least until McGonagall spoked to her telling her to get rid of the boggart. Some duties did came with the prefect title, even if Dana sometimes wondered if she was only made prefect to make sure Kris behaved up to one point. But that dind’t really matter now.

Boggarts weren’t too bad. Dana had encountered them for many times and knew what shape his boggart took. She didn’t like it, but who liked their fears? Dana didn’t jump, she wasn’t exited, she just stood calmly and shrugged her robe off her shoulders. She had been picking up a lot of Kris’s habits lately. Maybe because she was guity of him being blind? Whatever the reason was, it didn’t matter. Working without her long robes was just one of such habits she had started to use.
Having shrugged off her warm robe Dana felt that the lounge still was a bit chillly. Most probably it was a problem of her own clothing as she was wearing a pair of jeans a light-purple tank-top with stripes that didn’t offer rmuch protection against cold. But robe did get into the way sometimes, besides she wouldn’t have to worry about it for long as boggarts didn’t take overly much time. And at least her top covered her stomach even though thte small golden snitch was infused into her skin at her bellybutton and fluttered lightly on her stomach was clearly in view as Dana made her way forward.

Dana stood calmly waiting for the boggart to face her after charming the cupboard door open, with her wand held ready. Dana knew the charm, knew the image that should be greeting her and knew the image she would force the boggart to take. The boggart moved forward and Dana was confused for a moment. It look exactly like Kris... were where the vampire-features? And the raise of wand that told the tale of a curse being sent in a moment. This was just Kris as he was right now sitting on the armchari near the Student Lounge door right now!
Dana looked at the boggart again just in time to see him smirk as a slash cut his cheek and blood began to pour down making Dana let out a small strangled gasp. Dana felt the blood run out of her face as Kris’s chest and blouse tore as blood began to pour even quicker. All the same time new cuts appeared all over her body while he seemed bleeding. Oh yes, Dana remembered it all too well. They way he had been hurt on the Express. Hurt because of her. Dana blanched with her eyes widening in fear. No... NO!!! She couldn’t... she... Dana’s body shook as she seemed paralyzed while the boggart-Kris just bled. It was just like in the train... Kris was hurt and there was nothing she could do about it. She had sworn that this would never happen again! But she was unable to take a step forward, unable to help!

Dana turned away with her eyes clouded by tears and rushed towards the doors. Only to stop almost immitiately as a sleek wand was pointed exactly between her eyes. Dana looked up at Kris with tears brimming her eyes, but he didn’t move a muscle. Dana’s eyes begged her through tears but Kris didn’t move. Dana wondered slightly how she had known what had happened. But he obviously did know and he didn’t want Dana to leave.

[kris]

Kris chose a seat in a rahter comfortable armchair near the door to the Student Lounge. Kris leaned back in his chair reaching his legs out lazily. One thing about being blind – no professor seemed to be upset about Kris not wearing the Hogwarts uniform. And no problem was risen when he didn’t show up for class or handed in his homework later. He usually handed in most homework on time due to asolutely amazingly charmed quills that were able to write word-by-word when being dictated. He had more or less learned the way to read with his fingers too. But that didn’t mean the classes had turned any easier, especially not now when he was in NEWTs year and blind.

Kris strummed his fingers lazily on the handrest or twirled his wand between his fingers while listening to newbies being overl-yexited about a boggart ina cupboard while reading a DADA book at the same time. Kris gave a half-scowl hearind Dana being called forward to get rid of the boggart by McGonagall. He knew what Dana’s boggart looked like and seeing himself as a vampire wasn’t one of Kris’s favorite views. Not that he would actually seeing it. Unless... Kris tilted his head at the sudden thought and a swear-word slipped from between his lips easily as he heard Dana’s gasp. For once Kris wished he would have evaluated his cousin wrongly. Dana knew her previous boggart and could handle that. If Kris knew correctly, then this would be Dana beating herself up over his injuries once again.

Kris was on his feet and in front of the door once with surprising swiftness with his wand pointed straight forward when he heard the unmistakeable sound of Dana’s footsteps.
Twisting the thestral head of his walking caneKris bared the slim blade from it’s sheath inside the black ebony wood of his walking cane. Slipping into an Italian accent Dana simply despised Kris used the knowledge he gathered over years form living next to Dana and simply mocked her. Turning the blade he had revealed Kris shifted it slowly running the tip of the knife down his palm. Or at the very least making it appear like so. Kris wascareful hiding a smirk while making sure his wand was shielded from what Dana supposedly was seeing. Really, Kris wasn’t idiotic enough to start hurting himself! So the quick silent charm he had used was prefect as it created the illusion of blood.

Dana let out a strangled half-sob and Kris knew he had pushed her far enough. Letting his wand slip into view Kris rose it commandingly and muttered a quick incantation the familiar warmth of her wand letting him know that the spell had worked properly. The light-gray mist woulnd’t let Dana escape as Kris too a step forward and took hold of Dana’s shoulder. Rather harshly turning Dana around Kris gave him a little shove towards the direction of the boggart: „Deal with it!“

[dana]

A hazy charm appeared in front of Dana pushing her back while Kris mocked her. He was speaking in Italian and it wasn’t even the proper language. He had easily slipped into a rough accent spoken by thugs and rough-neckes. The words angered Dana. Kris knew exactly which buttons to push to get her angry. And it weren’t just the words. Deep in her mind a small voice was telling Dana that Kris owuld never cut himself like this. But most of her mind was still in shock from the boggart so the effect was exactly what Kris wanted.

Dana threw her head up high and twirled around to face the boggart once again. Putting all the fear and rage rumbling in her into the spell Dana practically shouted out „RIDDIKULUS!“ The boggart seemed to stumble a step back as moment later a five year old boy was laughing back at Dana. A small fox laying on his arms, a scratch on his cheek as birght green eyes laughed back at you with unshielded mirth.
Dana smiled almost softly back at the 5 year old Kris who gave her a wink already showing signs of slyness that won hearts now.

Dana looked at the boy feeling something move deep inside her heart. Whirling aorund once agian dana faced Kris again watching as the boy stepped to the side nad opened the door for her with a bit mocking bow.
„I hate you sometimes.“ It was true. Kris had been a lot more easier to handle when he had been that cute little 5 year old boy. But he had been right about this one once agan – had Dana walked away now, then she never would have been left along by that image. Raising her hand Dana let her hand touch Kris’s cheek for a moment in a half-apology. It would be enough for Kris to know that at some level Dana was grateful and that she actually loved him. Smiling Dana let Kris kiss her forehead much in the same way a father would kiss his daughters forehead. Giving Kris’s arm a quick squeeze Dana left the Student Lounge. She needed some alone to think. Perhaps things weren’t as bad as they had seemed?

[kris]

Kris smirked almost seeing Dana in his mind’s eye now. Her head held high, back stiff, eyes throwing fire at whoever would dare to cross her now. Dana was a nice girl, but so many people underestimated her, not seeming to understand exactly how dangerous she could be when the need rose.
The raw power of force in Dana’s voice was enough to convince anyone that the spell had worked. Kris took a couple of steps back giving an ironically deep bow as he puleld the door open. Quick footsteps approahced him and Kris simply nodded as Dana whispered that she hated him.
„I know, darling,“ Kris replied in just as quiet and calm tone lowering his head to kiss Dana’s forehead as her fingers touched his cheek. It was as simple as that. A touch of giners, a quick smile and akiss on the forehead – and things were as good as ever between Dana and Kris.

Dana left the room and Kris frowned thoughtfully twirling the walking cane in his hand after blowing at the make-shift ’blood’ he had created with his wnad. The red glitter flew off from his palm falling on the floor as Kris could hear the cracks as the boggart was desperately changing trying to find a form that would scare Kris. Boggarts fed on the emotions coming from you while fighting them. Appearantly being blind made Kris not feel anything as he smirked. Raising his wand Kris stated the small with even some boredom sounding from his voice: „Riddiculus!“ destroying the boggart completely.
Returning to his seat Kris resumed to reading with a thoughtful frown curving one of his lip-corners as he thought about what exactly had happened.

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