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Autophobia: the end. (Harry Potter horror fic)Autophobia: the end. (Harry Potter horror fic) by smallsmiles
Summary: Harry thinks he’s possessed, but nobody believes him. His mental condition deteriorates after being cursed, and violent thoughts plague him.
Previously: part one
“Mr. Potter, Mr. Potter. Can you hear me? You're in St. Mungo’s." it was Madam Waylace, bone weary and concerned as she put three fingers to his forehead. It felt like ice. “You’ve been here for two days, and we’ll keep you under observation for the next several days. We believe the curse has been lifted—or at least the worst of it. The brands have been removed, and any rate, and all signs suggest that you’ve recovered your ability to speak.” Her calm manner flickered at that last, as though irritated with Harry.
“Whatever possessed you to touch it?” a familiar voice demanded. Dawlish? No—too young. Hillam, then. “You’re usually so paranoid around things l
Autophobia: Harry Potter Horror FicAutophobia: Harry Potter Horror Fic by smallsmiles
Something’s wrong with my head. Harry almost said. The words teetered on the tips of his teeth, rocking him back into the wall. I don’t feel like myself, he wanted to tell them. He had told them, repeatedly over the past several years.
It was a familiar pattern, but not a comforting one. He sat in the waiting room of St. Mungo’s for the umpteenth time, watching the Harassed-Healers stare at him when they thought he wasn’t looking. It was the fourth time in as many weeks, and this, too, worried him. He closed his eyes. All those times, all those years were starting to blur together. What else could he say? What’ll it take for you to believe me?
“Mr. Potter? We’re ready to see you now.” One matronly witch said. Her professionalism was remarkable considering that she was the one who’d told him last time; ‘You need to give your
Into the head: I hold my breath (14.5)Into the head: I hold my breath (14.5) by smallsmiles
Summary: Tom Riddle invites Harry to Hogsmeade when Lockhart turns up at the pub, distant and confused.
(First Chapter) | previous: (truthful mirrors)
The weekend after Halloween was a Hogsmeade weekend. Just before meeting Ron and Hermione, Harry paced under the archways overlooking part of the castle. Harry counted the beams and support, looking out to where Sirius had been held before Buckbeak, Hermione and he had rescued him. Harry remembered his godfather’s face, and the way he hovered around anyone in Grimmald Place. He felt twinge of guilt, as he looked up at the blue sky and prepared to leave for the village.
“What are you doing up here, Harry?” Tom’s voice was quiet, and had an odd quality to it—hesitation? Curiosity? “I looked for you.” That curve of Tom’s lip… hunger, maybe.
“I’m going to the village in a bit. Are you?”
14.0 Truthful Mirrors (and I hold my breath)14.0 Truthful Mirrors (and I hold my breath) by smallsmiles
Summary: Sirius Black learns slightly discomforting truths about his godson.
First Chapter | Previous: "The Dark Lord's Triumph"
Tell me about the attack.” Sirius insisted. “Your letters aren’t making any sense, Harry. I’ve told you again and again. It’s been weeks, but still nothing!”
Harry, Ron and Hermione were all crowded around Harry’s mirror. It was a bit like a Halloween séance, only without the smoky candles and eerie music. Or ghosts for that matter.
Harry patiently explained, “There’s a memory charm.” Experimentally, he breathed on the mirror and wrote on the surface, ‘it blocks communication.’
Hermione watched Harry with mild surprise. “You can’t still be going…”
Sirius scrubbed at his end of the mirror. “Don’t do that. You’re just changing the subject. So a boy was nearly