A few sentences are taken from 'Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban'. Don't own Harry Potter, though I don't know why I have to say this, seeing as we're on fanfiction. Where's common sense when you need it? Anyway, enjoy!

EDITED 6/20: A few changes in wording, added sentence

The room went quiet. Harry thought… What scared him most in the world?

His first thought was Lord Voldemort — a Voldemort returned to full strength. But before he had even started to plan a possible counterattack on Boggart-Voldemort, a horrible image came floating to the surface of his mind...

Uncle Vernon, raising his hand to hit Harry, yelling, "Freak!" at the top of his lungs, while Dudley snickered, and Aunt Petunia watched with a satisfied smile.

What would happen then? The whole class would know how he was treated at Privet Drive, and then they would tell their friends, and their friends would tell their parents, and their parents would tell the Daily Prophet, and then the whole entire Wizarding world would know…

Harry shivered, then looked around, hoping no one had noticed. Many people had their eyes shut tight. Ron was muttering to himself, "Take its legs off." Harry was sure he knew what that was about. Ron's greatest fear was spiders.

"Everyone ready?" said Professor Lupin.

Harry felt a lurch of fear. He wasn't ready. How could you make something like that less frightening? But he didn't want to ask for more time; everyone else was nodding and rolling up their sleeves.

One by one, they each took on the Boggart. Harry couldn't help but be envious of their Boggarts; fears like snakes and mummies were normal. But of course, he being Harry Potter, nothing could be normal for him. Finally, once Ron had defeated his spider, it was his turn. He raised his wand, trying to ignore the shaking of his hand, but —

"Here!" said Professor Lupin suddenly, hurrying forward. Crack!

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. He wouldn't have to face the Boggart, now.

But, of course, it still turned into Uncle Vernon. Everyone gasped as he raised his meaty fists, glared straight at Harry, and yelled, "Freak!"

Harry backed against the wall, as the class watched Boggart-Uncle Vernon scream.

"You ungrateful, nasty child! You don't deserve to make friends, or learn magic, because all you do is put everyone you meet in danger. Your parents died, protecting you. Ron was knocked out by a giant stone chess piece, because you let him follow you into the third-floor corridor. Hermione was Petrified, because you couldn't be bothered to destroy the diary while you still had it.

"No matter what people tell you, all you are is a freakish, no-good, orphan boy, who intruded upon the lives of good, respectable, happy families that were better off without you. You deserved every single second of your starvation and beatings."

Over the course of Uncle Vernon's rant, he had gotten closer and closer to Harry, so that now, they were almost touching noses. Harry cowered, tears stinging his eyes, and waited for the blow that was sure to come. Uncle Vernon backed away, so he could get in a large hit, but then —

Professor Lupin had seemingly come to his senses, for now, he jumped in front of Harry, and with a large crack!, the Boggart — Harry had forgotten that it was just an imitation of his uncle — turned into a large, silver orb that hung lazily in the air.

Harry took a shuddering breath, choked out, "May I be excused?" and rushed out of the room.

What do you think so far? Is it any good? R&R!