Lucifer had just left the kitchen and began to make his way up the stairs to find the Drawing Room.
He forgot to ask where it was, so he carefully checked each room two floors up while listening for rattling and shaking.
He had heard it up another floor from a room he had been busy checking.
He walked back out into the hall and counted four rooms down on the left side of the hall, looking from the stairs.
He walked up the creaky staircase, each step seemed like it creaked louder than the last.
There were no pictures or décor of any sort in the stairwell, not that he was complaining.
It was better than seeing a lot of doors that led to death traps.
When he got to the next floor, it had a few things decorating the hall.
No paintings or portraits, but there was the occasional plant on a wall planter.
He just hoped it wasn't a Tentacula as Lucifer knows it hated Hermione.
He stopped outside the fourth door on his left and the rattling was heard from within the room.
He pushed it open and waited for the rattle again.
While he waited, he looked at the room; it was long and high-ceilinged with olive green walls covered in dirty tapestries.
The carpet exhaled little clouds of dust every step he took, and the long, moss- green velvet curtains were buzzing with what he assumed to be doxies.
He looked right at the Writing Desk, and when it shook violently, he smirked.
He walked a few steps in, and pulled his wand out.
The drawer flung open, but no Dementor or Michael came from the desk, instead it was Hermione.
He stood there, dumbstruck.
"Hermione?" Lucifer couldn't understand why she was his Boggart.
The Boggart-Hermione looked at him with a blank, almost dead expression.
Her skin looked off, it wasn't the lovely, smooth skin Hermione had; it was slightly grayed, and he noticed it was graying more and more, slowly, with every passing second.
Lucifer looked back at her face and there were spots on her face.
Looking at them, they looked a little wrinkly, and started to decay.
Maybe it was just because it was dark, "Lumos," he said and his wand tip lit up, bathing Hermione in light, and he immediately wished he hadn't.
She looked even worse, her skin was obviously grayed, and it even looked decayed and was falling off her arms and face.
He looked back up to her face and her eyes looked dead; a worm pushing out of her pupil and going in between the eye and her eyelid.
She opened her mouth and her teeth started to fall out, but there was no blood, nothing came from her rotten looking gums when a tooth fell out.
Her hair was falling out too, some of it fell off with parts of her scalp still attached.
Her nose fell apart, each nostril wrinkling and small pieces fell to the floor.
A sickly greenish substance began oozing from her mouth.
Lucifer didn't understand at first.
It was when her head rolled off backwards to the floor, as her body fell forward and her limbs fell off her torso, that he realized what Boggart had shown him.
It both terrified and infuriated him.
His eyes glowed red as he roared in anger and agony.
The Boggart and the Writing Desk it had been hiding in were engulfed in an explosion, the wooden floor, ceiling, and walls near the desk splintering a bit from the force of the explosion.
Dust and debris covered the room as footsteps were heard running down the hall.
The door opened and he heard a chorus of coughs erupt somewhere behind him.
The dust was whisked away and someone, he couldn't tell who, had walked up to him and he heard a feminine gasp.
Everyone rushed into the room and he could barely make out more footsteps running down the Hall.
He was surrounded, he could feel multiple presences, but none dared get too close.
What had happened, he had thought to himself, but his vision was blurry, his hearing was deafened slightly, he felt no pain.
Lucifer thought for a moment that he could be dead, and his body just hadn't registered it yet.
But then laughed internally at his own ridiculous joke.
He looked in front of him, and he could make out one person because of the brown bushy hair, "Hermione..."
He said, or thought he said, he wasn't sure at first.
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