FEAR {Open Fifth Years}

[LILY JANE POTTER]

‘Lily why...’ the words echoed around the room as she gazed sadly upon the form of James who was knelt at her feet, a tear falling across his cheek as he gazed up at her. Lily’s bottom lip trembled as she reached out to touch him, his form faded and changed into the hurt expressions of her children, ‘I’m sorry’

[/b]she uttered as each one looked at her with contempt and anger, she trembled as she gripped her wand tightly ‘Riddikulus’ [/b]Lily said as the figure morphed into an image of Severus and Ethan both glared at her and turned away, ‘Riddikulus’[/b] Lily said louder this time, the figures faded into James and Harry dancing, at this point Lily quickly shut the Boggart into a small trunk. The trunk shook as she latched it shut.

Lily sighed as she pushed her red hair from her face in a fluster, her Boggart hadn’t changed much over the years, but every time she came face to face with a Boggart she would break out in a cold sweat. Perhaps she feared her boggart more than other wizards because hers was so close to becoming a reality, some days Lily would wake and think she should just tell the truth, could there be anything worse than the constant heartache of hiding such a lie?

The next day...

Lily was concerned about the lesson she was due to start teaching in about five minutes. She didn’t want to have to step in and show the entire class her Boggart, which would certainly stir up some gossip and perhaps put her in a dangerous situation. Lily would have happily not taught this lesson, sadly it was required and she could avoid it no longer.

She had moved all the tables in the classroom back against the walls, leaving plenty of space for the class to move and practise their spells in. In the centre of the classroom lay the locked trunk, it shook angrily now and again as she moved around the class room making space. Lily knew that a lot of the students would enjoy the lesson, however others would not be keen to face their fears as well as show the rest of the class their most hidden terrors. Lily couldn’t blame them, she wasn’t keen on the idea herself, however she wasn’t aiming to step in unless it was needed.

Some students began to enter the classroom ‘If you could place your bags on the tables out of the way we will get started, all you will need are your wands.’ [/b]She said as brightly as she could muster, ‘If you could all gather around the trunk we will begin the lesson, quickly now’ [/b]she said pulling her own wand from the pocket of her robes.


TAG. Fifth year students
WORDS. 464
MUSIC. n/a
NOTES. Sorry this isnt very good, my heart wasnt in it.
CREDITS. jurate @ CAUTION, please don't steal![/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

[LUKE JONATHAN LUPIN]

Luke didn't want to wake up. He was having a very good dream. About whom? Well, some girl he had never met. But she was pretty and she was really into him, in his dream. Too bad she wasn't real. It had been a pleasant dream, though, so facing reality right now really wasn't high on his 'want' list. Yet he knew that he would have to get up relatively soon. He had class and he really didn't want to get detention for being tardy. Rubbing his eyes sleepily, Luke threw himself out of bed, grimacing when he clumsily landed on the floor. Rubbing his legs, he let out a small groan. Well, that had been swift and wise. Ah well, he wasn't fully awake yet. A little stupidity was to be expected. Massaging his temples, he grabbed his clothes and changed out of his night clothes into his Hogwarts uniform.

He straightened his yellow and black tie swiftly, running a hand through his chocolate tresses. He really needed to brush his hair. He had massive bed head. His hair was almost as bad as Harry's, not that he would ever admit that his hair ever looked that bad. Grimacing, he took out his brush and combed down his hair forcefully. He didn't want to have to deal with comments on his hair. It was bad enough that people called him 'wolf boy' despite the fact that he wasn't a werewolf, and others still insisted that he was weak. Then there was Peeves that insisted upon calling him 'loony loopy Lupin'. He wondered if the poltergiest tortured his sisters in such a way.

Sighing, Luke gathered his bag and his things and headed off toward his first class, feeling a bit ill. Maybe five extra minutes of sleep would have done him some good. Ah well, he was already up and out of bed and on his way to class, there was no turning back now. The fifth year sauntered off to Charms. It was his first class of the day, and he felt relatively neutral about it. The Charms professor was capble and that's all that mattered, right? Sighing heavily, he ran a hand through his hair. He wanted nothing more than to drift back into his dream. Unfortunately for him, that wasn't going to happen. It probably wouldn't even happen that night. What was the point of having good dreams if there was never an encore and you had to wake up? It just wasn't fair, to say the least.

His last class of the day was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Surprisingly, for him, the day seemed to move increasingly fast after lunch. He didn't have a problem with that, though. He really couldn't fully focus on his classes that day and even though he took notes, he knew that he would be studying the text like mad later. He couldn't seem to shake the dream. He wondered whom the dream girl was and if she couldn't, perhaps, be real. He would have loved to have met her. However, he didn't get his hopes up too high. Chances were she was simply a figment of his imagination and would always be so.

He knocked politely on the Defense Against the Dark Arts room's door before he entered. He knew it was class, so he didn't have to knock, but he was a few minutes early and didn't want to disturb the Professor. He walked into the classroom, and noted that he was the first person there. He felt an embarrassed blush creep into his cheeks. He didn't know why people always considered it to be a bad thing to be the first person in a classroom, but it always was considered a bit prudish to be the first one. Luke always tried to be the second or third if not latter student simply because he didn't want people to think that he was the teacher's pet. Today he certainly failed in that.

"Hello, Professor Potter," he said politely, to address Lily. He had seen her quite often. His family, Harry's family, and Isaac's family all seemed to be quite friendly with one another. Plus it was impossible to miss Mrs. Potter. She had such vivid red hair that if one didn't know better, they would mistake her for a Weasley. Smiling kindly, Luke then took his seat. Not that there were assigned seats in the classroom or anything. It was basically first come, first serve. Not to mention, the Slytherins seemed to try to take one's seat if they knew one was anal about where they sat. It was juvenile, to say the least, but he figured that the Slytherins were only happy when they were trying to make someone just as miserable as they were for whatever rhyme or reason.

WORDS; I don't keep track.
TAG; lily & fifth years
MUSE; it's here
MUSIC; none
CREDIT; thavron @ caution

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[HARRY JAMES POTTER]

It was slightly awkward, having your parent teaching a class at the school you went to. Harry was never really sure whether or not to address his mother as 'Mum' or as 'Professor Potter'. Very confusing indeed. So when he went to his Defense Against the Dark Arts classes and saw that his mother was teaching the lesson, he opted to just not ask questions or speak unless spoken too. Of course, he was always talking with his friends in the class, and only really spoke with his mother if asked a question. Of course, he tried not to participate much in class, not wanting the other students to think that he was receiving special treatment or anything. He supposed it was hard for her too; Having to treat him as she would any other student. So long as she didn't refer to him as 'Sweetie' or 'Harry Dear' he was perfectly happy.

It also made it a bit difficult whenever said class that your parent taught was first thing in the morning. Harry wasn't a morning person; Not in the slightest. At home, he could always rely on the nagging of his parents to make sure he got out of bed. At school, he had to do so himself. Once upon a time, it had been a fairly easy thing to do. Now however, it was like pulling teeth. The older he got, the more he wanted to just lay in bed and sleep. But he knew that 'it's to early' wasn't a good excuse for any Professor at Hogwarts (and if he dared to try and use that against Snape, he would find himself in Detention for the rest of his life, along with so many points taken from Gryffindor, that the house would be in the negatives for thirty years). It most defiantly wouldn't work with his mother.

He had managed to drag himself out of bed... late: Again. It was actually the latest Harry had gotten out of bed since his first few days in his First year. He had to skip breakfast, and instead was running all the way down to the first floor where the Defense Classroom was held. Of course, he took a few shortcuts to get there, but even then Harry had to fight the swarm of gathering students as they exited the Great Hall and made their ways either to their respected classes or common rooms. At the thought of food, his stomach growled loudly, twisting slightly as a reminder that he had eaten very little at dinner the previous night. Oh well, looks like he would have to live with it.

Even though he had woken up late and had to quickly get down to his classroom, thanks to the short cuts, Harry found himself to be the second person in the room. He heaved a sigh of relieve, unconsciously bringing his hand up to try and flatten his hair somewhat; He had neglected to run a brush or comb through it when he had woken up. As it was, his attire was rather disheveled. His shirt was only half tucked in, and his tie he had simply thrown around his shoulders, not even bothering to tie it. He was surprised that he hadn't lost it in his mad dash to the class. “Morning Luke.... Mum.” he said, adding the greeting to his Mum in a quieter tone in case some more students happened to come in right after him. He had no problem addressing his mother so in front of Luke, they had grown up together basically.

He left his bag and books on his desk and gathered around the area his mother had indicated, “What are we doing today?” he asked, turning his emerald green eyes to look at her; Her own eyes a mirror copy of his own, or was it the other way around?

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Lily && Fifth Years TAGGED
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PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION TEMPLATE
Harry's in da classroom! NOTES

[HANNAH ROSE ABBOTT]

As usual, another day at Hogwarts signaled more classes for the students at the magical school. Naturally, some of the classes at Hogwarts were interesting to Hannah, while others were not as interesting. Despite what class she was in, she did find herself intrigued by the material. So, it would be hard for her to elect which classes she wanted to pursue after the OWL exams that year. Obviously, she would maintain the classes that were needed for her possible choices of future careers. But, it remained to be seen if she would continue with the other ones. Sadly, that was a decision that she would eventually have to make. For her own sake, she hoped that her confidence was on solid footing when she had to eventually make her choices.

The whole idea of actually sitting down to take the OWLs made Hannah both nervous and anxious. Nearly every exam at Hogwarts made her nervous. It was just that these exams were even more important than the standard exams. In addition, it didn't help that she would have to try cramming to study fully in the second part of the year. But, she was anxious as well, since it provided her with one step in the direction of finding a career that she hoped to be good at. Quite honestly, she was leaning towards some career in Herbology, which was her favorite class. By no means was she trying to decide right away, but she probably would choose something Herbology related. Despite what she chose, she would prefer to maintain proper footing in all of her classes.

Of course, what Hannah preferred and what actually would happen were two different things. She knew that she wasn't doing badly in her classes. True, her grades weren't completely stellar in all of her classes. But, she took pride in the fact that she did do well in class. After all, she was no where near failing in any class. But, exams frequently scared her as it was. She found herself studying a lot for these exams, going over work that she already knew due to her confidence in remembering it. There were times when she had to cast calming spells on herself to even function while studying. If she was this bad for a routine exam, she could only imagine how much worse it would become for the OWLs in a few months. She would eventually have to brace herself for what was to come. Perhaps she should start studying early? Yet that wouldn't help if she was consistently questioning how much she actually knew.

Turning the corner in one of Hogwarts' many corridors, Hannah let out a small sigh as she walked towards the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Defense Against the Dark Arts was one of her favorite classes. She enjoyed the literature that the class needed to understand for their lessons. Even the spells weren't that hard to understand, in her opinion. The only criticism that she had for the class, was actually performing the spells in front of the entire class. She wouldn't mind a partner to practice spells with, but with the whole class was an entirely different story. Just the fact that everyone was watching her, made her conscious question if she knew the spell that she was supposed to recite. So, it sometimes took her a try, or two, or even more depending on how much she was questioning herself.

Shaking her head lightly, Hannah let out a short sigh. She really needed to stop reminding herself about her own short comings. Finally arriving at the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, she entered the room and smiled to the few occupants so far. "Hello Professor Potter, Luke, Harry," she greeted them in turn, still smiling to each of them. She found that maintaining a positive image to those around her was the best that she could do to show that she was competent. Placing her bag on one of the desks on the side of the room, she took her wand out from her pocket. She walked over to the indicated trunk, awaiting what would happen next.

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[ tag ]: Defense Against the Dark Arts class
[ words ]: 696
[ outfit ]: outfit
[ lyrics ]: Gotta Get Back to Hogwarts in A Very Potter Musical
[ credit ]: me