Riddickulus
A Harry Potter/ASOIAF mash up for round six of @jonsaexchange and presented to the lovely @mimiofthemalfoys - enjoy!! xo
The transfiguration classroom is buzzing with nervous excitement as the students line up to challenge a boggart. Sansa had taken meticulous notes throughout their lessons and felt fairly confident in her ability to defeat the boggart and earn some house points for Slytherin. Her best friend Jeyne Westerling gets behind her and nervously fiddles with her wand, “I should’ve taken you up on your study offer.”
“Don’t fiddle with it Jeyne, you’ll blow us all up.” Sansa steadies her friend’s hand and then gives it a reassuring squeeze, “You’ve got this.”
There’s a sudden tug at her back and it makes her spin around to face the front of the line, “Watch it!”
Jon Snow’s curly head turns around and he swallows before stuttering out an apology. “S-sorry Sansa. I just, I must’ve, I misstepped.”
Sansa’s face softens at his embarrassment but before she gets a chance to forgive him and his obvious nerves, Professor Mormont clears his throat. “I wish to remind you all of your studies. The boggart will transform into your fears and you must only shout your spell. No harm will come to you.”
Jon’s no longer facing Sansa but she can feel the fear radiating off of him in waves. What the hell does golden boy Jon Snow have to be so scared of?
The first few students go ahead of them and it’s hilarious to watch Samwell Tarly’s boggart transform into a giant furry spider. So far each student has been successful in defeating their fears individually without any help from Professor Mormont. Which seems to only make Jon Snow more rigid as his turn comes closer and closer.
Finally, Jon stands before the boggart as it shape shifts magically before the class. In apprehensive bewilderment, Sansa joins her classmates in looking around as the room is swallowed with complete darkness, and a small rocking chair appears beneath a shining spotlight. There’s a muffled sound of adults arguing followed by a piercing child’s cry. Jon Snow holds his wand up with a shaky grip only to be challenged with a booming, “HE’S NOT MY BOY!”
Jon immediately drops his wand to his side and begins to back away as the voice gets louder and louder.
“TAKE HIM AND GET OUT! LEAVE! LEAVE! LEAVE!”
Sansa looks warily to the Professor who is completely occupied with his own wonder. This is unlike anything the other student’s had made the boggart produce. She steps beside Jon and raises her wand, “RIDDICKULUS!” Sansa screams over the thundering male voice.
The light in the room instantly returns and the boggart swiftly begins to shift in preparation for Sansa. She looks to her left to check on Jon, but he’s disappeared, and Professor Mormont calls after him, “Jon! Jon Snow! Get back here!”
Everyone breaks into scoffs and soft chuckles at Jon’s reaction and cowardice.
“Golden Gryffindor!” Theon Greyjoy says loud enough for the surrounding students to begin laughing loudly.
Professor Mormont is quick to scold the class for laughing and refocuses everyone on the task at hand. Sansa gives her fellow Slytherin a hardened gaze before turning to face her fear. Her heart is heavy as the class goes on. Even though she should be watching in amazement or giggling alongside Jeyne as Theon’s boggart presents as a beautiful woman, all she can think of is Jon’s panting when the man’s voice had become clear.
When class is dismissed and she heads to eat lunch, her eyes search for that familiar head of black curls. She pays more attention to Jon Snow than she’d care to admit. He’s two years older, plays quidditch, has a snow owl named ‘Ghost’, and pretty much sticks with his Gryffindor friends.
Likewise with Sansa sticking close to her Slytherin girls. It’s not like Sansa means to isolate herself in her house, it just sort of happened. When she’d been a first year riding into Hogwarts she had been so certain she’d been a Ravenclaw like her mother. When the sorting hat had placed her in Slytherin, she looked to her older brother in wide eyed shock. Robb watched in disbelief from the Gryffindor table as she walked over to the cheering students of her new house.
It turned out to be a perfect fit. Over the years she had met a lot of cool and fun witches and wizards, and this year Slytherin is in first for the house cup. Jon’s mishap in Mormont’s class had set Gryffindor back another ten points which only pushed them further ahead.
During lunch, she can’t help but glance around while Jeyne and Mya nag on about the upcoming O.W.L.s.
Where is he?
“Sansa?” Mya gently nudges Sansa’s shin with her shoe beneath the table. “Are you alright?”
Sansa clears her throat and takes a quick sip of water, “Fine. I’ve got to get going.”
“Going?” Jeyne furrows her eyebrows at her friend while Sansa stands up and straightens her robes, “Where? We have a while before-”
“I know Jeyne!” Sansa gathers her books and begins to walk backwards, “I’ll meet you by the library!” She swiftly heads out of the Great Hall before her friends can offer up their company.
The hallways are relatively empty as she searches the campus. In all honesty, she has no idea where someone like Jon Snow would hide. Going to his room would be too obvious, wouldn’t it? But after scouring the easiest places, she decides maybe the only way is to try and track down where the hell the Gryffindor common room is.
Sansa swears she remembers her older brother Robb and younger sister Arya talking about a painting? But there are so many paintings! Her eyes hopelessly search over the walls as she paces around the castle.
Just when she’s about to throw the towel in and decide it’s none of her business anyway, she hears mumbling coming from around the corner. Slowly, she sneaks down the hallway, careful that her shoes don’t announce her arrival. When she pokes her head around to peer down the dark hallway she sees the end of a wand light up and Jon’s familiar voice casting lumos to illuminate the area around him.
“Jon?” Sansa whispers and watches him drop his wand to his side like he’s been caught.
“Sansa Stark?” His voice is almost shaky.
She takes it as an invitation to join him, and so she quietly takes a few steps before taking a seat on the floor beside him. Even through her robe and sweater, she still feels a chill when she rests her back against the stone wall. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
“Yeah, about that…” Jon scratches at the back of his neck and glances up at the ceiling for a couple moments before looking over to her, “Thanks for your help.”
“Sure.” Sansa pulls her legs in close to her chest, “Your boggart was...different.”
the rest won’t fit! the entire post is on AO3 under my name Taylocrow. Happy holidays love! I hope you like it! continue reading here:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
