Stockholm Syndrome
"They weren't bad people. They let me eat, they let me sleep, they gave me my life."
A hostage from Flight 847
The Stockholm Syndrome comes into play when a captive cannot escape and is isolated and threatened with death, but is shown token acts of kindness by the captor. It typically takes about three or four days for the psychological shift to take hold.
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Story: Stockholm Syndrome
Rating: M
Genre: Angst/Romance (Drama)
Disclaimer: I do not own this. Harry Potter, all characters and anything related are © Scholastic Inc.®, Jo Rowling, and Warner Bros. Studios®. Not mine. But anything you don't recognize from the canon is mine. Thanks a bunch.
Warning: This will be a dark fic. Lot's of angst, mentions of child-abuse and rape, and all that jazz. This will also be slash. You have been warned.
'Ships: Main: Harry/Draco Side: Draco/Blaise, Harry/Blaise, Ron/Hermione, Ginny/Dean, Seamus/Dean (All will be explained… later).
A/N: This is the re-done version of Drowning. The last chapter explains why I'm redoing it, so if you haven't read it, please do. I will leave that up until I have this story up to that point. These chapters should be longer (Except this one).Please remember to review at the end of the chapter. Thank you and good night.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Prologue- Arabian Nights "I'll tell you a tale, of a far away place In another Arabian Night!" -Aladdin
Harry James Potter, 16, sat in his 'room' at the Dursley's, nursing his arm and taking deep breaths, as it was taking all of his will power not to go and curse his 'relatives' to hell and back again. But on second thought, he was already there.
For the past five summers and his life before that, while the Dursleys had been cruel and neglectful, they had never laid a hand on him, or so many hands. Sure, there had been the occasional slap or punch from his cousin and uncle, and sometimes his aunt would hit him, but they had never, and I mean never, been this bad before.
Now, for fear of using the over-used story line and perhaps being… cliché, I won't tell you that there is a chance that Vernon Durlsey may have lost his job, and he may have began drinking more heavily than he previously did, and as a result become, say, abusive towards our hero, even if that holds true in this case.
And maybe, just maybe, Petunia Durlsey had decided that Harry was more trouble than she had bargained for, and was piling the work on him and being even nastier than before. Maybe she had even begun slapping him when he didn't do some job to her exact specifications and calling him some of the foulest names ever created.
And perhaps, though the chances are slim, Dudley Dursley had gotten over his fear that his scrawny, raven haired cousin might curse him and gone back to his most joyous past-time of Harry Hunting.
And, in saying that some of these things could be true, it could be said that Harry James Potter was having the worst summer of his life. People might be able to infer from all this, that Harry Potter hated his relatives more than he hated even, say, Voldemort right now. And one might be able to guess that Mr. Potter, was at this very moment in time, planning different ways in which the Dursley's could die very long, painful deaths and deciding which would be best.
Now, if one were to guess all of these things mentioned above, I would have to point them in the direction of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to have a chat with Albus Dumbledore because they would have a very strong chance of being a seer.
Because, you see, all of the things mentioned above are all, in fact, true. Every single one of them. But I don't want to come across as over-used, in relation to my story line. For it is mere coincidence that all of these things are true here, but also true in millions of other… stories. But those are not factual, as this most clearly is. So please, sit back and enjoy yourself, for this is quite a tale.
Quite a tale it is…
But, perhaps it would be best if I were to start at the beginning. And what a beginning it is…
Buckle your seatbelts, this will be a bumpy ride!