Sherie P. Ghim

What if Harry had a twin by the name of Sherie, whom had lived halfway across the world with a muggle family until she is shipped to her "Aunt" and discovers she is a witch. Unaware of her brother, she goes through life at Hogwarts. What happens when she meets Draco Malfoy or her very own twin Harry Potter? While never knowing her own past...

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18. Chapter Eighteen: Boggarts and Trials

 Draco hadn't come to classes until late Thursday morning. We were in our second half of double potions when he came sauntering in. Any normal teacher would have given him detention for being that late to a class, but Snape favored us Slytherins greatly, so there was no worry about that. As he walked in I chuckled at his heavily bandaged arm and upon hearing me laugh sends me a smirk. I know very well that he is faking it and that he is probably going to make Harry and Ron suffer. He confirms my idea when he sits in the empty seat next to me, at the same table as Harry and Ron. I had not decided to sit here, something called being the last to class and them being the last seats. 
       "Sir," Malfoy calls, "Sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm-"
        I hold in my laugh as Professor Snape makes Ron chop up Malfoy's. He chops them roughly and into very uneven pieces. His face brick red and after muttering under his breath to him. 
       "Professor, Weasley's mutilating my roots, sir."
        I snicker as Snape makes his way over to the table and looks over his hooked nose at the roots.
        "Change roots with Malfoy, Weasley."
        "But, sir-!" 
        "Now," Says Snape in his most dangerous voice.
        "And, sir, I'll need this shrivelfig skinned," Draco says, his voice full of malicious laughter.
        "Potter, you can skin Malfoy's shrivelfig," Snape says giving Harry a look of loathing. I laugh and elbow a pleased Malfoy in the side.
        "Nice one," I say under my breath, so Potter and Ron don't hear. He elbows me back and smirks.
       When Draco brings up the topic of Hagrid, I ignore him. I like Hagrid and I don't want him fired. I also know that in a way, Draco is just saying that to get to them. When he finished, as poor Neville is being harassed, I strike up small conversation.
        "Must you always make a scene?" I ask, though smiling at the same time.
        "But of course, why give up the perfect opportunity and he deserves it." He says, making me chuckle and elbow him again. 
        "Hey Harry," says Seamus Finnigan as he leans over to borrow Harry's brass scales. "Have you heard? Daily Prophet this morning- they reckon Sirius Black's been sighted."
        Black, Black? What was that name again? I know Lupin told me, I just can't put my finger on it.
        "Where?" Asks Harry. 
        "Not too far from here. It was a muggle who saw him. 'Course she didn't really understand. The muggles think he's just an ordinary criminal, don't they? So she phoned the telephone hot line. By the time the Ministry of Magic got there, he was gone."
        Oh, Black! I remember now. He is that man who escaped Azkaban prison. I have read a couple of things in the prophet about him and he is dangerous I believe. Killed twelve muggles and a wizard in one blow? Yeah, that's it! 
        "What are you talking about?" Asks Harry angrily. Wait, What did I miss? Was I zoned out that long? Ugh. I hate it when that happens. When I'm thinking I just zone out so easily. 
        "What did I miss?" I whisper to an evil looking Draco. 
        "You didn't pay attention?"
        "No."
        "Well then," He says. "You should know that Harry's parents died because of Black. You can be so stupid sometimes, Ghim." He finishes sarcastically. 
        "Says the boy who insulted a hippogriff." I mutter. I can see him frown out of the corner of my eye, but then he almost smiles but replaces it with more of a smirk or sneer.
        "Yes, but if I didn't get hurt by that stupid bird, you wouldn't be talking to me right now, would you Sherie?" He sneers, his tone disgusting me.
         "True, Draco." I say. It is so weird for us to call each other by our actual names.  I know that beneath is exterior is not a heart of gold. He is a cruel person and I would like to be friends with him. I do care and maybe he will eventually.
        After we watch them test Neville's working potion (with the help of Hermione Granger) we head up the stairs from the Dungeons. Shockingly, Draco walked a small distance behind me. We are barley friends ourselves, if that is what you would call us. I had visited him several times this week while he was in the hospital wing. I'd bring him his school work. We got along well, not enough to hang out all the time though.
        "Is defense against the dark arts the only class we have left today?" He asks, apparently to lazy to get out his schedule. 
        "Yes, I get to see an old friend of mine!" I say happily. He furrows his eyebrows.
        "Who?"

We take a seat, Will on my right and Draco behind me next to Goyle. Moony wasn't there yet so we all talked for a bit. Will was glaring at Malfoy and Draco was about to say something. I shot a look at both of them, telling them that if they say a word, there will be hell to pay.
        "So who's this friend?" he asks, Running a hand through his hair.
        "Moony!"
        "Who?"
        At that moment Lupin had walked into the classroom, putting his worn briefcase on the desk. He looked shabby as ever, but nonetheless had a smile on his face.
        "Good Afternoon," he says, "Will you please put all your books back in your bags. Today's will be practical lesson. You will need only your wand. Right then, if you will follow me."
        The confused majority of us got up onto our feet and followed him out of the room and through the corridors.  
        After rounding a corner, we encounter Peeves floating upside down in midair while stuffing a keyhole with gum. He hadn't looked up until Lupin was two feet away. Then he broke into song.
        "Loony, loopy Lupin, loony loopy Lupin, loony loopy Lupin." He sang. I was very surprised. Although Peeves always did something to students, he usually respected teachers enough. To all of our surprise, Moony was smiling.
        "I'd take the gum out of the keyhole if I were you, Peeves," he says pleasantly. "Mr. Filch won't be able to get in to his brooms. This is a pretty useful spell," He tells the class, taking out his wand. "Waddiwasi!"
        The gum shoots out of the keyhole with the force of a bullet and through Peeves' nostril. He zoomed away cursing at Lupin on the way.
        Afterwards, Lupin leads us to a staffroom. Empty except the single teacher inside. Professor Snape. As we filed in, Lupin was about to close the door until Snape told him not to, getting up and leaving, not before humiliating Neville. Well, That's nice (note sarcasm). He just had to do it in front of another teacher also. Professor had only raised his eyebrows in response.
        "I was hoping that Neville would assist me with the first stage of the operation and I am sure he will perform it admirably." He says to a scowling Professor Snape.  Neville's face turned even redder and Snape left the room in a swish, the door snapping shut. 
        "Now then," He says, while walking to a wardrobe that then bangs against the wall, making me jump. "Nothing to worry about, there's a boggart in there."
        I look at him a bit horrified, he chuckles when he sees my expression. A boggart? Is he serious? Auntie had to deal with one last summer that got under Anna's bed. When Auntie came out after getting rid of it, she was pale faced. Why on earth would he have that thing?
        "Boggarts like dark, enclosed places," he says. "Wardrobes, the gap beneath beds, the cupboards under sinks- I once 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?"
         "It's a shape- shifter," Hermione says. "It can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us most." I don't even know what I fear, there must be something.
        "Couldn't have put it better myself," says the professor. "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 that we have a huge advantage over the boggart before we begin. Have you spotted it Harry?" He asks. If Harry doesn't get this, I'll hit him, It's obvious. Will looks utterly confused, along with Malfoy and his goons. 
        "Er- because there are so many of us, it won't know what shape it should be?" He says in the state of a question. 
        "Precisely," Lupin says. " 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 boggarts 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 charms without wands first. After me, please...Riddikulus!"
        We repeat the professor and he brings Neville up and asks him what frightens him most. We don't hear him the first time but then he has to repeat it.
        "Professor Snape."
        I chuckle loudly into my hands and look at poor Neville.
        "Professor Snape... hmmm ... Neville, I believe you live with your grandmother?"
        "Er- yes," Neville replies. " But- I don't want the boggart to turn into her either."
        "No, no, you misunderstand me," says a smiling Lupin. " I wonder, could you tell us what sort of clothes your grandmother usually wears?"
        After a detailed description from the frightened version of Neville Longbottom, Professor Lupin tells us what the boggart Snape would end up wearing, causing the entire room to laugh. 
        "If Neville is successful, the boggart is likely to shift his attention to each of us in turn. 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..."
        As the room grows quiet, I try and think of my fears. Voldemort is probably one, another maybe death. No, it would probably be someone being tortured and not being able to do anything about it. I shudder just imagining it. 
        When we all back up against the wall, leaving Neville alone, He goes pale. He pushes up the sleeves of his robes and holds his wand at the ready. A jet of sparks had shot from the end of Lupin's wand and the wardrobe burst open. Professor Snape stepped out, baring down on Neville.
        "R-R-Riddikulus!" Neville squeaked. 
        There was the noise as the sound of a whip crack and Snape was in a green dress with a vulture hat, holding a red handbag. I laugh so hard that I struggle for air. I know for sure that the professor will end up hearing about this somehow, instantly, I feel bad for Neville.
        "Parvati! Foreward!" 
        She walked forward and in a crack, the boggart turned into a blood-stained mummy. It began to walk towards her slowly, dragging it's feet and it's arms lifted.
        "Riddikulus!" she cries. The mummy trips and falls over, it's head rolling off. 
        "Sherie!" roars the professor, beckoning me forward. 
        The boggart turns from a mummy to Will, standing in front of me. Everyone looks confused, the real Will included.
        "Crucio." I hear something says in a monotone voice. The boggart Will falls to the ground in a terrible yell. He begins twitching horribly and screaming. The boggart Will starts to sweat and continues to scream in agony. I freeze and stiffen. I am in pain just by watching the horrible scene. 
        "R-R..." I can't say it. I begin to cry. I can't do anything to help him. Why can't I help him? "R-R... Ridikulus!" I belch out. The image of the tortured Will is now laughing like he is being tickled.        
        "Seamus!" Lupin shouts, shooting me a look of concern. 
        The tears are pouring down my face as Will folds me into a hug while patting me on the back. 
        "It's ok, it's over. Shhh... It's ok." He says reassuringly. 
        "Couldn't handle a boggart could you Ghim?" comes a snarling voice from behind me. Why does he keep acting like this? I thought we were on neutral ground.
        I turn around slowly. I do not tremble in anger, or fear. I simply turn around, the tears staining my cheeks and with a blank expression on my face. 
        "Yes, because I had to face something my mind created on it's own." I say. "Fear, is probably my greatest enemy and it's horrifying." I say shuddering. "And you will never know what I went through unless you were in my shoes." He stares at me and Will glares.
        "Don't glare Will," I say softly. " If he wants to be my-" I swallow. "Friend, then he can. Let him mull it over." I state glancing at Draco. " Do remember, that I will care when no one else will." I say to him. I will say, he looks shocked, both of them.
        When I look over at the boggart again, Lupin shouts, "Here!" and moves in front of Harry. The legless spider that was once there turns into a silvery white orb. The moon. Why is Lupin  afraid of the moon?
        "Ridikulus!" Crack.
        "Forward, Neville and finish him off!" Says Lupin. 
        Snape was back and Neville charges forward and says the spell. We see Snape in a lace dress for only a moment before Neville lets out a great laugh, causing the boggart to burst into tiny wisps of smoke.
        "Excellent!" He shouts. "Excellent Neville. Well, done, everyone... Let me see... Five points to Gryffindor for every person to tackle the boggart, plus five for Sherie- ten to Neville because he did it twice... and five to Hermione and Harry each."
        I rub my cheeks where the tears had rolled down, itching them slightly.
        "Very well, everyone, an excellent lesson. Homework, kindly read the chapter on boggarts and summarize it for me... to be handed in on Monday. Sherie Ghim, please come see me after class. That will be all."
        I walk over to lupin on the opposite side of the room, towards the professor. 
        "Are you alright Sherie?" He asks, concern etched in his voice.
        "Yes, I'm fine. Just a little bit shocked." I say, sighing. " Why was your Boggart the moon?" I ask confused.
        " You'll find out soon enough, you're to clever to fool." He says tiredly. "I will say, I'm impressed."
        "By what?" I ask confused once again.
        "You cared more about your friends than yourself. I would expect someone to see themselves being tortured, not someone else that they care about." 
        I never thought about it that way. I am not afraid of being tortured but rather someone else having it happen to them. 
        "Off you go," says the professor.
        I walk away from the room calmly and see Will waiting outside.
        "What was that about?" He asks.
        "Nothing really, can we go to the black lake?"
        "I don't see why not. I wish we were able to go to Hogsmeade instead. Do you know when the first trip takes place?" He asks curiously.
        "Nope." I reply.
        We walk away from the castle towards the shores of the back lake. Carmen and Daniel join us along the way, but when we get there, Carmen sits as far away from the the shore as possible. She's determined to never get near it again. 
       "I ran into Malfoy today," says Carmen, while running a hand along the ground. "He looked as though he went into shock, What did you say to him?" 
        "Who says I said something?" I ask.
        "I know you did, you are like the only one who can send him into shock." She states. 
        "I just told Will to stop glaring at him and said that I would care when no one else will and to remember that." I say shrugging.
        "Wow, I see why he went into shock. He probably thought you would keep hating him and nothing would change."
        "Probably," I say while skipping a rock across the surface. "If only he would stop insulting me, then we would get along. I just know it, no not know, feel it."
        "I could see you two getting along," says Daniel. "You have a similar mindset in a way, just different thoughts. You guys also have a similar sense of humor, though his is a bit more cruel." 
        "yeah."
        I guess that we'll have to seat what the world throws at all of us, I have the grave feeling that this school is going to get a bit more complicated. 

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