The Dark Lord Harry Potter

"Hello class don't worry about sitting down, we will be having a 'hands on' demonstration today, one that will undoubtedly test your mental fortitude as well as reveal something about yourselves. Now before we begin can anyone tell me what a Boggart is?" Remus Lupin proclaimed as the teens quickly entered.

Immediately Hermione Granger, and a few others, raised their hands.

"Yes, Mr. Longbottom."

"It is a shapeshifter that chooses its form based upon the fears of whomever it faces."

"Correct, ten points to Gryffindor, now does anyone know the counter Charm?" The various hands fell, and Harry let out a silent groan before raising his own. Idly he wondered if Remus, who had been eyeing him anyway, would have called on him regardless.

"Yes Harry?"

Few missed the fact that virtually all professors called the boy by his first name, rather than anything formal by this point.

"Riddikulus, it forces the creature to shift against its will, thus corrupting the very nature of itself and the form it previously took. This often involves pushing the caster's own will into the Boggart, making it something change into something of humor rather than fear. I have heard that researchers are attempting to ascertain whether or not this causes any sort of pain, but regardless it allows for the beast's one true weakness to emerge, laughter."

"Very good! Thirty points to Slytherin, now then for this period you will all take turns stepping forward and using the Charm to face your own fears. Do not worry, Boggarts are not harmful by themselves, and I will be right here should any of you require assistance." The man promptly demonstrated the spell, before gesturing for the first student to step forward.

Naturally it was the Gryffindors, who prided themselves on such actions, that took to the front of the room. Ron Weasley, wanting to 'redeem himself' in the eyes of his peers seemed to have lead the charge.

"Bring it on, I wonder what will happen when someone steps forward who has no fear ?"

Draco Malfoy gave a not-so-silent snort from the back, "Yeah, well when Harry actually does take his turn we will find out…"

Ignoring this, the redhead stood firm and waited for the monster to emerge. Seconds later it did, as a spider about half the size of a shoe. Ron Weasley immediately did the first thing he could thing of in such a situation, mainly let out a rather girlish scream and fall back onto his butt, eliciting laughter from the class which, ironically enough, caused the Boggart to flee.

"Not… quite what we were looking for, but I guess that works." Lupin muttered, before motioning the next student forward. Most of the others were relatively normal, until Hermione Granger stepped forward.

"You fail Miss Granger, you are such a failure to yourself and everyone else. We were wrong about you. You don't fit in here, no one wants you, not even him !" the bookworm fought the tears that were forming already, her Wand frozen as it pointed towards the advancing image of her Head of House.

Suddenly the Boggart's eyes widened in horror, before quickly changing shape and fleeing back into the closet. A stunned silence followed, with the professor giving a discreet glance back towards a certain emerald-eyed boy. That single moment confirmed everything it needed to, as he noticed a dark power in his godson's eyes, obviously an indicator that he had forced the creature to flee.

"Right then… next?"

Neville's, to no one's surprise, was his parents comatose once more, which he promptly countered, causing the 'injured' individuals to wake up in a rather comical way and stretch, before asking him what he wanted for breakfast.

Finally, it came time for the Slytherins. Most, shockingly enough to the Gryffindors, were normal everyday fears. Various monsters would appear, or a few who had more vague fears such as 'heights'. Draco Malfoy's had even been the corpses of his friends and parents, revealing a deep-rooted fear of being utterly alone in the world.

Finally, there was only one individual left. "Alright class that is it for today, remember that you all have an essay due at the end of the week on dealing with dark creatures and…"

"Wait a sec, what about Potter!?"

"Ten points from Gryffindor for interrupting Mr. Weasley, and Harry will not be participating today."

The redhead flushed, before growling angrily at the perceived 'unfair treatment' the boy was receiving. "That isn't fair, we all had to do it why doesn't he?" Several other members of the 'House of the brave' nodded in agreement, earning scowls from the Slytherins.

"Because I rather enjoy my job Mr. Weasley, and I can't imagine keeping it come next year if 'He-who-must-not-be-named' were to show up in the middle of my class and traumatize a group of teenagers."

Most paled at the answer, before quickly nodding. Despite all the rumors going around none doubted that Harry had indeed defeated the Dark Lord, meaning there was a good chance that his fear would be the man himself.

"Now then like I was saying… uh Harry?"

The boy-who-lived had, apparently, chosen to ignore the previous argument, and had stepped forward towards the cabinet.

"What can I say?" He inquired, a look of excitement appearing on his face, "I am rather interested to find out what I 'fear most'."

The Werewolf gave a reluctant nod, before motioning for the others to step backwards. The remaining Potter continued a few more feet, before halting as the container opened, and the creature took shape. A moment later he found himself face-to-face with… himself?

The other teens began whispering from behind as the original spoke up, "Curiouser and curiouser…"

"We are right…" his doppelganger called out, earning silence from the others. "We were always right…"

"Oh?"

"It is just us, it has always been just us. There is no one else, there will never be anyone else."

Harry merely stared on, while the other students, along with their professor, attempted to figure out what they were missing in the conversation.

"We are alone, and always will be. Everything has been futile… no one will ever understand." Suddenly the original Harry Potter roared out in laughter, the echoes filling the room and sending chills down the spines of the other occupants.

"This is it? This is my 'greatest fear', being correct? What utter nonsense. I do not fear being correct, I am merely disappointed by it. If this is the best you can do then you are dismissed, go back to scaring children with images of spiders and other creatures."

The figment disappeared seconds later, causing the boy to shake his head. "How incredibly disappointing, and here I was hoping for some deep revelation or hidden psychological fear… apparently there truly is nothing I am afraid of."

With that the boy turned and left, not waiting to be dismissed, which happened shortly after regardless.

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