“I’m not afraid of werewolves, nor am I afraid of Greyback!” Evan whispered. “The reason why that guy got me scared yesterday was because I was afraid I couldn’t protect Hermione.”
Evan’s inner fear was not the danger itself!
In fact, he fears that when danger comes, he will not be able to protect the people he wants to protect. This was his greatest worry.
Yesterday in Hogsmeade, he was afraid that Hermione would be hurt and bitten by the werewolf.
Since she wasn’t here right now, he had no such worry.
Evan’s calmness made the Boggart perplexed. With a bang, its body began to change again, and it wanted to take on the form of what Evan really feared.
Evan did not act. He looked at it with interest and wanted to see what it could become.
A moment later, a tall, thin man emerged, whiter than a skull, with wide, livid scarlet eyes and a nose that was flat as a snake’s but with slits for nostrils. All over and out his body, his cold chilling temperament was overwhelming.
Evan was a bit surprised that this Boggart turned into Voldemort.
Voldemort’s face was cruel and proud; his bright red eyes stared at Evan.
The air seemed to be thinning all at once and the atmosphere was getting heavier. Evan did not shy away. He didn’t even blink an eye. He looked back at Voldemort’s eyes and looked calm and indifferent. Perhaps it was because he knew that the one he was facing was a Boggart, but there was not much fear in his heart.
The two looked at each other for a moment, until Evan was bored.
There was no point in what the Boggart was doing. The one before Evan was not Voldemort, but a weak little monster.
He hoped that whenever he would meet the real deal, he’d be still able to look into his eyes as fearlessly as he does now.
“Riddikulus!” Evan gently waved his wand.
The evil and murderous Voldemort turned into a funny clown, with a ridiculous hat on its head. It had large clown suit with red and green paint on its face. It’s two large eyes were black like those of a panda. It was a scene to be laughed at by anyone.
Evan’s lips were raised slightly, revealing a smile.
If Voldemort knew he had turned him into such a look…
It was so funny that he didn’t know what he was going to do with it. He looked at it for a while and was ready to take care of this Boggart, when suddenly, he had a strange feeling, he felt danger.
Even didn’t even think about it, and he fell to the ground by instinct. Before he knew it, a red light brushed his body as it flew past him, hitting the Boggart in front of him.
With a bang, the Boggart flew backwards and fell heavily on the floor.
its form was lost in mid-air, and Evan saw the clown Voldemort, that had only half its body left, and struggling to escape to the old wardrobe compartment as fast as possible. Because of the excessive force, the entire wardrobe was making a buzzing sound
Evan did not have time to take care of this fleeing Boggart. With the help of the tracing potion, he felt that the man was standing behind him.
He turned around quickly and took a few steps back, his wand close to his chest, and his was fully vigilant.
Before him, a hideous middle-aged man was standing in front of the door of Professor Lupin’s office.
The man was really short, not even much taller than the young Evan himself. His thin pale hair acquired a large bald patch. He looked as though he was an obese man who had lost plenty of weight in a short time.
He had grubby skin, small watery eyes, and a pointed nose, all of which were lingering attributes of his Animagus rat form.
Almost instantly, Evan recognized him: It was Peter Pettigrew that just attacked him!
He must have taken the opportunity to sneak up on him while he was too focused on the Boggart.
His eyes quickly looked at the door behind Pettigrew. That door that was initially open was now closed tightly.
Evan could not help but to hold his wand in his hand, but he didn’t understand why Pettigrew appeared here. Arguably, shouldn’t he be staying with Ron in the Common Room upstairs?! Did he just come here like Evan for the Marauder’s Map?
He tried to look as confused as possible, as if he had never known Peter.
But on the other side, Pettigrew’s face looked horrified. He didn’t think that Evan would be able to escape his curse. It was at point blank and yet, he was able to avoid it unexpectedly. If this was no coincidence, then this child’s fighting instincts are absolutely terrible and way beyond anything he had imagined.
Seeing Evan staring at him, Peter hurriedly hid his wand behind his back.
Evan recognized it, it was Ron’s. On the last day of summer, He had shown it to Evan and Harry at the Leaky Cauldron. He remembered that the wand was made out of willow, was 14 inches long, and had unicorn hair core.
“Dear child, are you okay?” Peter said with a panicky, uncomfortably shrieking voice. “It’s terrible! I just saw that who should not be named!”
“It was just a Boggart. Maybe Lord Voldemort is what my heart fears the most.” Evan’s wand was pointing steadily at Peter and he asked gently, “Who are you? How come I’ve never seen you before in the castle?”
Hearing Voldemort’s name, Peter was shaken, and his face looked even more alarmed.
He looked at Evan’s confused face; it didn’t look like the kid knows him. Pettigrew hesitated, holding his wand hidden behind his back, and he was thinking about whether he should just stun the boy who had just taken the Marauders Map, or take it from him with words.
Remembering how Evan responded to his last curse, Peter decided to adopt the more secure approach.
He couldn’t take any risks. Regardless of Evan’s actual level, the fight should make a noise. Being heard should be really bad for him.
Before catching Sirius Black and getting him killed, he shouldn’t get exposed. He must wait patiently and wait for his foe, just like it was twelve years ago, when it ended by him being eventually chosen as the secret keeper.
Pettigrew looked at Evan again and nodded with satisfaction. His heart fell back to its place. He had managed to fool Dumbledore, James, Lily, Black, and Lupin. This one was just a child. No matter how smart he was, he’d never see through his disguise.
That’s all he needs to do. After all, what everyone thought was that he had been killed by Sirius when trying to avenge James and Lily.
He was a Hero, but not dead. And he’s back now to save Harry and his young friends from Black’s claws.
“Who are you?” Evan asked gently.
“Peter Pettigrew, my dear child!” he had a strange smile on his lips. “I’m glad to meet you!”
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