“I swear it was around here,” Sirius said, exasperated by his lack of success in finding the boggart he’d discovered less than an hour ago. “I was terrified at first. Honestly, anyone would be if my mother suddenly appeared in front of them. But then I realised she’d never come all the way up here to see me. Regulus, maybe, but not me. That’s when it hit me and I realised what it was. I cast riddikulus and forced it back into the cabinet it had come out of. I swear, I nearly choked up a lung. I was laughing so hard at the image of my mother with clown makeup and roller skates.
“Sirius, I’m sure it was great, but dinner is in ten minutes and…” Remus’s stomach growled to emphasise his words.
“Yes, yes, Remus, I’ll make sure you get to the great hall before the bangers and mash are all gone,” Remus grabbed him by the front of his robes.
“You’d better,” Remus growled. Sirius just grinned up at him fondly, knowing Remus wasn’t being serious. Remus leaned in to give Sirius a kiss when he spotted it.
He jumped around Remus and raced for the cabinet. He pulled it open still grinning, and out walked Walburga Black.
Sirius felt a shiver of fear run through him and had to remember she wasn’t real.
“Riddikulus,” he said, his voice strong as he imagined his mother with a burger splattered on her face. Boggart Walburga stumbled backwards. “Remus, Remus, come on, you have a go,” He waved Remus forward. Remus didn’t move. “Remus?” He turned away from the boggart and looked at his boyfriend.
“How do I stop the moon from being terrifying?” he asked, looking up at him from under his long eyelashes.
“Oh, Remus,” Sirius held out his arms and Remus walked into them.
“Pop it like a balloon,” Sirius said. Remus pulled away.
“Huh?”
“The moon. Pop it like a balloon,” Remus looked a little uncertain. But he squared his shoulders and turned to face the boggart.
Sirius watched as his mother disappeared and a smaller version of the moon filled the corridor before them. Remus turned away from it, squinting in its light. Come on Remus, Sirius said to himself.
“Riddikulus!” Remus yelled and a popped balloon bounced off the walls all the way along the corridor and out of sight.
“I did it,” Remus was beaming at him and Sirius pulled him into his arms again.
“Well done,” he praised him and stole a kiss.
“Do you think we should go after it?” Remus asked, pointing in the direction the boggart had gone.
“Nah, let someone else figure it out. Right now, those bangers and mash are calling.” He took Remus’s hand and led him away, still chuckling to himself over what he’d done to his boggart mother.
Headcanon: Tom Riddle is Ginny’s boggart and when he appears everybody loses their crap because why would Ginny Weasley be afraid of a Slytherin Boy. As far as students are concerned, no one else but her and Harry really know what Voldemort looked like before. Moody doesn’t even know who he is, because he met him later in life. She can’t use “riddikulus” because as far as Ginny is concerned nothing will ever make that moment in her life funny. He starts saying her diary entries out loud and it’s all coming back. He was her first friend that year and she told him so much. Moody is not caring like Lupin and he doesn’t step in her place but he does banish the boggart when she begins to cry. It won’t be until her 5th year that Ginny can defeat a boggart.
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So maybe you had fucked up. Like a lot.
You were told to meet your friends in the Room of Requirement, and now here you were sitting as 6 boys glared at you and Jin.
“How could you have been so stupid?” Hobi asked, switching his gaze from you to Jin.
“She’s a 5th year, Jin! She’s still a child,” Yoongi added, his harsh glare never leaving your form.
“Hi, sitting right here,” you snarked back, meeting Yoongi’s gaze.
“I just can’t believe you would ask him to…,” Tae started, “and I would have never guessed Jin would agree.”
“I wouldn’t have agreed if I didn’t think that sh-” Jin protested.
“Reverse it.”
Your eyes shot from where you had been staring at Yoongi to your brother. Those two words being the first words he had said this entire time. You could feel the anger radiating off of him, and both you and Jin tensed at his words.
“I can’t reverse it,” Jin whispered.
“Jin reverse it right now,” Namjoon’s voice hardened.
“I used obliviate, Joon. I can’t reverse it.”
The room was dead silent for a moment, but just a moment. Then chaos broke out. You watched as your brother hit the table beside him, you watched as Jungkook lunged at Jin, and you watched as he landed the first punch.
“How could you? How could you do this?” Jungkook was in tears now, he just kept hitting Jin, repeating those words over and over again.
The fight was over almost as quickly as it had begun, Taehyung dragging Jungkook off of Jin, who wasn’t even fighting back. He had a bloody lip, and would probably have a black eye tomorrow.
All of the boys were standing now, Hobi making his way over to Jin and helping him up. Jimin and Yoongi were by your side. Yoongi muttering incoherently as he pulled you up.
All eyes were on your brother and Jin. Namjoon not even making eye contact with Jin as he shrugged Hobi off and walked towards him.
“Namjoon please let me explain,” Jin spoke, reaching his hand out to grab your brothers. But Namjoon slapped his hand away.
“I don’t want to hear it Jin.”
“Please, at least hear m-”
“I don’t care what you have to say,” your brother growled, finally looking up at Jin, “we’re over.”
“W-What?” Jin asked, his face paling as tears began to well up in his eyes, “you can’t mean that.”
“I mean it. I want us to break up,” Namjoon spoke clearly, the anger apparent in his voice. He conveyed what he wanted to convey, his eyes never leaving Jin’s, “I can’t forgive you for this.”
“Maybe you two should talk about this in private. C’mon guys let’s give them some space,” Hobi said quietly, grabbing Tae and Jungkook and pulling them towards the door.
“No, stay. There’s nothing more to talk about,” he said, “Jin can leave. This matter no longer involves him.”
“Joon, I think that’s a bit unfair,” Hobi tried, but Jin just shot him a look.
“I’ll leave,” he whispered, walking dejectedly from your brother and to the door. Smiling sadly at Yoongi’s “just give him some time.”
The room was dead quiet as the door closed behind Jin. The feeling that nothing would be the same filling your chest as nobody dared to move.
“Well, there’s no point in letting this drag on any longer,” Namjoon spoke, looking at you for the first time since he had learned about what Jin had done, “I’m telling mother, and we are getting that fucking spell reversed.”
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” Yoongi spoke up, “Jin said-”
“I don’t care what Jin said,” Namjoon raised his voice, “We don’t even know if he performed the spell correctly. Let alone what the long term effects of this will be on her.”
“Can we stop pretending I'm not in the room?” You shouted, throwing your arms in the air, “I don’t remember why, but I clearly had a good reason to fucking want my memory erased! And I don’t want Mom or anyone else poking around in my brain to figure it out, ok?”
“You gave up the right to make decisions about yourself when you made a fucking stupid one,” Namjoon shouted back, giving you a pointed glare.
“Joon,” Yoongi said sharply, “I get you are upset, I’m fucking pissed too, but we can't argue that she didn’t have a good reason.”
You watched as all the boys in the room nervously glanced your way, and god, did you want to remember what you forgot. You needed to remember what happened. You saw a flash of hands, Seonghwa’s face and felt sheer terror. Then a burning hot pain ripped through your skull, a scream leaving your lips as you fell into Jimin.
You heard them all asking if you were ok, you heard your brother start to panic, but you couldn’t move, at least not right now. The pain pounding in your head causing you to press your skull as hard as you could. Anything to get the pain to subside. It started to work, and you came back to the moment.
“I’m going to fucking murder Jin, I swear to god,” Joon was pacing, kicking the furniture left and right.
“He was only doing what I asked,” you croaked out.
“Oh my god,” Joon breathed out, rushing over to you, “Are you ok? What happened? Should we take you to the hospital wing?”
“She tried to remember,” Jungkook said from behind your brother, your eyes immediately finding his from over your brother’s form.
“What do you mean?” Tae asked, glancing between you and Jungkook.
“She tried to remember. And she probably succeeded a little bit. If she hadn’t remembered at least a little bit it wouldn’t have hurt as bad.”
“How the hell do you know this?” Jimin asked.
“I was reading about memory charms all night.”
“You? Were reading?” Tae asked incredulously, his surprise mirrored on the other 5 boys faces.
“What?” Jungkook asked, glancing around, “Fuck you guys, honestly. I know how to fucking read.”
“That’s not the point,” Yoongi said, raising an eyebrow as he looked from Jungkook to you, “Did the books you read say anything about what we should do?”
“Well we should stop talking about the thing while she’s in the room. It could trigger memories,” he said, “But yeah we should probably take her to the hospital wing.”
“Ok yes, let’s take her to the hospital wing,” Namjoon said, pulling you to his chest in order to carry you there.
You were pulled from his arms by an exasperated Jungkook, the whole room going silent once more as the two boys just stared at each other.
“I’m the strongest one here,” Jungkook said simply, readjusting his arms as you wrapped your body around him.
“He’s got a point,” Hobi muttered, shrugging when Joon glared at him, “Plus you should write your mom, and go talk to Jin.’’
“I’ll write to Mom, but I’m not seeing Jin.”
“Stubborn ass,” Yoongi mumbled, “Alright then, Jimin and I will get some of her clothes from the dormitory, Joon will write the letter to their parents, Jungkook will carry her up to the hospital wing, Tae will research the obliviate charm in the library, and Hobi you go check on Jin.”
“Regroup in like three hours?” Hobi asked, already pulling his bag over his shoulder, and Tae by his arm.
“Yeah, we will regroup in three hours,” Jungkook agreed, “but here, not in the hospital wing. She shouldn’t be around when we talk about it.”
And so they all agreed, and set out on their way. The band of friends was more confused than they had been when Jungkook broke the news. But if there was one thing they were all sure of, it was that they were gonna figure it all out. They were gonna figure it all out for you.
