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quirkysmuseFandom: Harry Potter
Title: Sense of Dread
Theme: Phobia
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst/Drama
Word Count: 200
Characters: Petunia Dursley, mentions of Harry
Summary: She could sense it, waiting for it to hurt them – waiting for it to hurt them all.
When she heard hoots in the night, her lips would automatically shiver.
She closed her opaque blinds every night to block the moonlight from entering her house. To her, her closed little house on Privet Drive was her haven, her sanctuary from the outside world that wasn’t what it seemed.
Outside scary things crawled and crept down their street, attracted to their house. She could sense the darkness. A small boy of the unwanted part of her blood slept innocently upstairs. Did he really know the danger he put them in? Did he really know the danger he was in himself?
She did.
She felt it every day, and it seemed like a long bony hand had reached out and put a silent grip around her throat, waiting and biding time to take them all. She dreamt of chilling pain and her sister screaming, and she would wake up in quivers.
Her husband didn’t notice her dread, and she preferred it that way. She ignored it, trying to shove it into the shadows of her mind.
Then she rested comfortably with all her fears behind thick curtains that imprisoned her from the truth of the wicked world.
FIN
Title: Sense of Dread
Theme: Phobia
Rating: PG
Genre: Angst/Drama
Word Count: 200
Characters: Petunia Dursley, mentions of Harry
Summary: She could sense it, waiting for it to hurt them – waiting for it to hurt them all.
When she heard hoots in the night, her lips would automatically shiver.
She closed her opaque blinds every night to block the moonlight from entering her house. To her, her closed little house on Privet Drive was her haven, her sanctuary from the outside world that wasn’t what it seemed.
Outside scary things crawled and crept down their street, attracted to their house. She could sense the darkness. A small boy of the unwanted part of her blood slept innocently upstairs. Did he really know the danger he put them in? Did he really know the danger he was in himself?
She did.
She felt it every day, and it seemed like a long bony hand had reached out and put a silent grip around her throat, waiting and biding time to take them all. She dreamt of chilling pain and her sister screaming, and she would wake up in quivers.
Her husband didn’t notice her dread, and she preferred it that way. She ignored it, trying to shove it into the shadows of her mind.
Then she rested comfortably with all her fears behind thick curtains that imprisoned her from the truth of the wicked world.
FIN