Title: Phobia Exertus
Author: Andie
Rating: pg15+
Warning: Think Fear-Factor – that's really the only way I can describe this.
Fic Type: Kinda series, look the bottom page author's note or Character Info.
Summary: The Golden Trio may have saved the world years ago but now it's a new decade and there's a new Golden Trio at Hogwarts. There must be balance, because of this a new evil has risen.
Character Info: http : / / hpfuturegeneration . webs . com /
Disclaimer: I own no Harry Potter character; they're JK Rowling's. I do own the character's you don't recognize from the HP series.
A/N: I jus' gotta warn y'all that this could come across pretty damn freaky. I blame a late night of watching kidnap/torture movies with seven overly hyper friends and the Law & Order: SVU marathon I just watched. Enjoy! lol.
Phobia Exertus
--- Chapter One: Entomophobia
"Wakey, wakey, my little pretty Posy. Pretty little Posy, pretty little posy – we all fall down! Hehehe…"
The rough shaking that caused her body to jerk to and fro reminded Rose of Christmas morning. The younger cousins would run into every bedroom in the Burrow waking all. Except she didn't think it was Christmas. Not that she could remember, either way. Her mind felt as though it was fuzzy, it made her think of the muggle candy supposedly made of cotton.
Chocolate Frogs.
It was strange how that brand of candy came to her out of the blue. She felt it was important though, or perhaps she was having one of her cravings for sweets. Though, she'd never been much of a fan for chocolate. Rose preferred the sweet and sour surprises of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes' candy; it was after all what her Uncle George had snuck her as a child.
Rose struggled to open her eyes, yet she couldn't.
She struggled to move her limbs, yet she couldn't.
Frozen.
She felt completely numb. It was as if she had been placed under a full body bind spell. Something was wrong, very, very, wrong. Panic started to swell in the back of her throat. Why couldn't she move? Was this some strange dream? Or a prank?
"Oh, Posy, Posy, puddin' pie… have you ever kissed a boy – or made him cry?" The words were sung in a high childish voice, much like songs that her mum played for the twins, Ryun and Hennery, who were eight years younger than herself. Yet unlike the songs her siblings would sing along with, this song gave her goose pimples all along her arms, "What about you Posy? What makes you cry?" A giggle followed. "I bet I can make you cry pretty Posy. I bet I can, do you think I can? Do ya?"
Her panic spread throughout her, slithered down her body in a similar movement much like her Hogwarts house's animal would make. Why couldn't she move? What was wrong with her? And who was with her? Questions zipped and zoomed through her mind faster than one of the Chudley Cannons' players on a broom.
"What about being all alone? That's what got Scarface's son, yep-i-dee yep-yep." Another giggle fell upon Rose's young ears, "He cried an' cried. Wanted his mummy he did, mhmm, cried out like a wee little baby. 'Le'me out! Le'me out!' he'd cry. Got 'im to shut his whiney little trap though. Wanna know how Posy? Wanna know?"
Rose's body shook with feeling, panic was still alive in her but now another emotion was slowly overcoming her. Anger. She was after all her father's daughter and Ron Weasley wasn't known throughout the Auror world for having a level head. While her father's vehemence ran through her veins her mother's smarts flowed through too. She was able to deduce that it was either Alby or James that the squeaky voiced female spoke of. There was a reason after all why she had been taking second year classes when she'd only just complete her first time at Hogwarts – Hogwarts!
Her heart was in her throat. They'd been on the train – her, James, and Scorpius – joking around and snacking on Chocolate Frogs. Rose could recall becoming drowsy after biting into her second frog; both cards had been of her Uncle Harry. She remembered slumping down between James and Scorp, her head resting on Scorpius' shoulder.
The boney fingers digging into her shoulder blades brought her back to the present, "Don't you wanna know?"
That light airy child tone of voice was gone it had changed now to a darker tone. It was cold reminding her of steal metal and ice.
Though her throat was as dry and cracked as a desert Rose attempted to move her lips to speak, "Uhhhz." Her body had yet to completely lose the frozen feeling to it but it had worn off a little.
Again the voice changed, "I told…" it was childish once again as laughter arose, "I told mini-Scarface that his lil sissy was here, I did, I did. I had to write it on a note though, little boy 'can't have any human contact' is what He says. Popped it right into his room." The laughter came out harder, "But Ohhhh, that shut him up. Not a peep. Then he started to get mad…" instead of cold or light heartedness the voice was sad, "He said mean things and he tried to break the mirror walls. I was sad Posy. I was. Little boy Scarface hurted my feelings! So I, I hurt his!" Again a change, now back to that cold anger – "I locked him in there with the mirrors. All alone, all alone. He'll stay there now. Scared-y boy, scared-y boy."
For what seamed was the first time in her life, Rose was completely baffled. What on earth was this woman talking about? Mirror walls? The woman's voice and laughter was grating on her nerves. It was almost as bad as when the twins cried.
"Or will you be like the other? Blondie boy's being buried – he'll be just like you Posy!" A pout was in the voice now, "Will you scream Posy? Blondie didn' scream or cry, Blondie was very quiet – very, very quiet. Empty eyes, empty soul, empty swallows you whole. It's your turn now little pretty Posy." A giggle, "Have fuuuun."
Then the hands were gone. Something closed down over the front of her; she could feel the small rush of wind. It was almost as if she was inside a box and lid had just closed.
Was she in a box? Rose had never been one to be scared of small places. The idea of being locked in a full body sized box while completely frozen scared her witless.
Suddenly there was sound, coming from everywhere. Her body was being pelted with small pebbles she could only assume.
The idea that she was being buried under stones came and gone yet the panic stayed. For what she thought was pebbles were now moving over her.
Rose's breathing became heavy, she wanted to open her mouth and scream. And scream and scream and scream. Her paralysis spell was still effecting her and she was unable to move at all. Even if she had had the ability to move Rose was unsure if she'd even want to open her mouth to even scream. For she being swarmed by hundreds of bugs.
Mum!
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