𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 and her two friends sat at the Gryffindor table like usual eating their very different breakfasts. With Marina eating
her strawberry smoothie bowl (as she thought everything red is delicious, including her), Pavarti eating a stack of pancakes and coffee,and Lavender ate a small portion of boiled egg (something that Muggle supermodels ate often, which she had found out from Teen Witch.)

"Y'know I wonder if Hagrid shaves..." Lavender wondered,

Marina and Pavarti looked at her.

"What the hell is wrong with..."

"He's been sighted!" shouted Seamus.

Marina buried her head in Pavarti's shoulder. "Oh what does that moron want now?"

Seamus and the other many other Gryffindors are huddled over a copy of The Daily Prophet next to the three girls.

"Who?" Ron questioned.

"Bart Simpson stupid." Marina scoffed.

Ron stuck out his tounge to Marina. The photograph on the Daily Prophet's front page provides a disquieting answer: Sirius Black. Marina honestly didn't feel too worried. She knew self defense easily. Marina could beat the crap out of something without flinching. Hermione then read over the shoulders of Marina.

Harry looked at Marina as he stood over her left shoulder. She could smell his (disgusting) scent of treacle tart and broom polish as his loose tie went over her shoulder . It made her secretly gag slightly.

"Touch me again Potter and you will regret being in my presence." Marina whispered harshly.

Harry shrugged as Hermione whispered half to herself; "Achintee? That's not far from here..."

"You don't think he'd come to Hogwarts, do Marina?" Neville questioned.

Marina rubbed Neville's back. "Well he could bloody anywhere Nev, but you've got to be brave."

"I can't." Neville mumbled.

"For me?"

Neville gulped unsure. "Alright."

"With the Dementors at every entrance?" Lavender said. " He's already slipped by them once, hasn't he? Who's to say he can't do it again?"

As a flicker of fear passes through Harry's face, Erhi, a fourth year stares grimly at the grainy image of Black.

"That's right. Black could be anywhere. It's like trying to catch smoke. Like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands." mumbled Ehri.

"So basically in conclusion, Black is trying to get rid of Harold the Dense, which I don't blame him for. And Dumbledunce is going to do anything to stop him from getting his precious Potter and will award him a billion points by the end of the year. The end." Marina explained.

Harry rolled his eyes. Hermione then started to debate back, making Ron and Marina chuckle.

AS MARINA ran up the Serpentine Corridor, she bursted into the Defense Against The Dark Arts classroom panting for her first DADA lesson. The whole class turned to her, including Professor Lupin.

"Hello Miss.Weasley, your late." Professor Lupin told her as she stood next to Lavender.

"Yeah I figured." Marina said. She honestly thought that this Lupin was overrated. There was something she didn't like about him.

"Thank you for your response. Now let's start."

"Where were you? I woke up up at seven." Lavender whispered.

"I was up all night jinxing Ron's homework with Benny..." Marina whispered. Suddenly a tall wardrobe rattled violently as Marina and several other classmates regard it warily.

"Intriguing, yes? Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what's inside?"

"A dead body." Marina mumbled.

"The creator of Teen Witch!" giggled Lavender.

"Donuts..." dreamed Pavarti.

"That's a Boggart, that is." Seamus announced.

"Very good, Mr. Finnigan. Can anyone tell us what a Boggart looks like?" Lupin asked. Marina looked around the room bored.

"Do you know Miss.Weasley?" He questioned noticing her actions.

"No one knows, sir." Marina told him.

Hermione's hand shot up. A surprise to Marina and Ron.

"When the bloody hell did she get here?" The two whispered in sync.

Pavarti and Lavender giggled.

"Honestly you and Ron are the same person."

Hermione spoke. "Boggarts are shape-shifters. They take the shape of whatever a particular person fears most. That's what makes it so -- "

"Terrifying, yes. Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a Boggart. Let's practice it now, shall we? Without wands, please.."

"Riddikulus!" Everyone said despite Draco and Marina.

"It's this class that's ridiculous." Malfoy mumbled softly.

"Ah, it's killed me! The bloody chicken has killed me!" mimicked Marina quietly. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Good. So much for the easy part. You see, the incantation alone is not enough. What really finishes a Boggart off is...laughter. You need to force it to assume a shape you find truly amusing. Neville, come up here, will you?"

Neville eyes the rattling wardrobe, steps forward queasily.

"What would you say is the thing that frightens you most?"

Neville mumbled something.

"Didn't catch that, Neville, sorry."

"Professor Snape."

Everyone laughs good-naturedly. Lupin nods thoughtfully.

"Hmmm... yes. Neville, I believe you live with your grandmother?"

"Yes, but I don't want the Boggart to turn into her either."

"It won't. But I want you to picture her clothes, only her clothes, very clearly in your mind. Can you do that?"

Neville closed his eyes. "She carries a red handbag...

"That's fine. We don't need to hear it. If you see it, we will. Now, when I open this wardrobe, Neville, here's what I want you to do..."

Lupin leaned close to Neville, and whispered. Neville's eyes pop open.

"You can do it Nev." Marina mumbled quietly to Neville, as she stood near the front of the class with Pavarti and Lavender. Making Neville smile from her comment.

"Right then. Wand at the ready. One. Two. Three!"

Sparks jet from Lupin's wand, strike the doorknob, and the wardrobe bursted open. Instantly, Snape appears, eyes flashing hideously as he stalks forward. Neville backs away in fright.

"Think, Neville. Think!"

"R-r-riddikulus!"

Crack! Snape stumbles in a flash of light and reappears... in a long, lace trimmed dress, towering a green hat, and a red old handbag. Instantly, the class roared with laughter (except for Draco and his fellow Slytherins). Neville blinks, amazed, then slowly, grins himself. Lupin drops the needle on an old gramophone. As a tune fills the room, he points to Ron.

Maybe this guy isn't so crappy after all, Marina thought.

"Ron! Forward!"

Snape dissolved into a mad whirling mass, then mutates into a... giant spider. As Ron gasped, Harry and Hermione exchange an uncertain glance. While Marina starts crying from laughter. Lupin puts his hands on Ron's shoulders to steady him. Ron raises his wand.

"Riddikulus!"

Crack! Skates materialize on the spider's hairy feet and it begins to shuffle crazily in place. Instantly, Ron relaxes as the class' laughter rings out.

"Parvati!"

As Parvati steps up, the spider spins faster and faster, then reappears as a mummy.

"Go Pav!" shouted Marina.

"Riddikulus!"

As the vampire whips its cloak across its eyess. Swish! The cloak reopens, the class laughs, and we reverse again... see that the vampire is now dressed like a 1950s woman. As it begins to shimmy about -- against its will -- the class starts to clap.

"Mr. Thomas!"

As Dean steps up, the vampire's undulating body attenuates, its skin darkening with diamond-thatched scales becoming... a giant cobra.

"Riddikulus!"

The cobra's hooded head bobs back and forth, transforms into a Jack-in-the-Box.

"Next!"

Marina stood forth the boggart. She was curious what she was afraid of. The girl wasn't afraid of anything. But was she?

Suddenly, a beautiful woman with brown long curls and a lanky redhead man laid on the bloody floor. A woman's scream then occurred. She couldn't believe it. Before she could react, whoosh! The two figures disappeared as a werewolf growled as its mouth was covered with blood. The teen stood frozen. She hadn't seen her birth parents for a decade, nor a werewolf. And Marina Delizia Weasley, hated werewolves with her heart.

"Riddikulus!" shouted Lupin.

Making the bloody werewolf turn into an adorable stuffed teddy bear. Everyone except Ron, her two friends, Harry, and Hermione cackled.

Marina walked slowly to Pavarti and Lavender as Harry's turn started.

"You look like your going to vomit." Lavender whispered.

"Do you want to go to the bathroom Marina?" Pavarti asked.

Marina shook her head as she then suddenly fainted on Lavender's shoulder. Blacking out.

MARINA sat on her hospital bed with a stress-talking-Pavarti and a asthma-pumping Lavender. Along with her all her siblings, Hermione, and Harry.

"Marina! Your awake!" Hermione shrieked.

"You alright She-Devil?" Fred asked.

"You gave us a right fright when McGonagall told us." George said.

"I almost thought I was stuck with all these bozos." Ginny cried.

"Enough! Your overwhelming Miss.Weasley! If you will all please leave if you have nothing else to say. Then she may leave." Madam Pomfrey said.

"We'll meet you at the dorm Marina." Pavarti said as they left.

Everyone left Marina's beside, all except Harry.

"Did you faint cause of the...boggart?" He asked.

"No. I was bored and wanted some attention." Marina said sarcastically.

Harry smiled.

"What are you smiling about?"

"Nothing. Even when your in the hospital wing your still the same."

"And that's bad?"

"No of course not, I wouldn't change how you are for the world RiRi."

Marina looked in her lap. She had never realized how nice Potter was.

He's been a bit too nice for my liking.

Marina then stood up from the bed.

"See? I'm good as new." She said then exited the hospital wing.

Harry smiled as he watched her walk out.

Madam Pomfrey rolled her eyes and mumbled. "That boy is whipped."