| "Why didn't you let me fight it?" (the boggart), said Harry abruptly. Lupin raised his eyebrows. "I would have thought that was obvious, Harry" he said, sounding surprised. Harry, who had expected Lupin to deny that he'd done any such thing, was taken aback. "Why?" he asked again. "Well," said Lupin, frowning slightly, "I assumed that if the boggart faced you, it would assume the shape of Lord Voldemort." Harry stared. Not only was this the last answer he'd expected, but Lupin had said Voldemort's name. The only person Harry had ever heard say the name aloud (apart from himself) was Professor Dumbledore. "Clearly, I was wrong," said Lupin, still frowning at Harry. "But I didn't think it a good idea for Lord Voldemort to materialize in the staffroom. I imagined that people would panic." "I didn't think of Voldemort, " said Harry honestly. "I - I remembered those dementors." "I see," said Lupin thoughtfully. "Well, well . . . I'm impressed." He smiled slightly at the look of surprise on Harry's face. "That sugests that what you fear most of all is - fear. Very wise, Harry." |
He looked up at the dark sky as the stars shone. He needed some heat to clear the cold in his bones. Those are suns too, he knew. And the moon reflected the sun too. And so he decided to have his spirit renewed- What else could he do? There's not really a God over you. And to couple that spirit with hope, That maybe someday he would swing the rope. [Dear Diary 1]
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