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Barbas is from the T.V series Charmed. He is the demon of fear and kills people by bringing their deepest fears to life. I do not own him or Harry Potter.


Nosocomephobia - A fear of hospitals.

Peter stood on the pavement across the road; his eyes were fixated on the ominous building in front of him. Ominous to him at least.

It was a muggle hospital which Lily, James, the new born baby Harry, Remus, and Sirius were currently in. Along with a hundred other sick people.

He wanted to go in, he wanted to see the child he would hand over to the Dark Lord, and he wanted to see the family he would inevitably destroy. But one thing stopped him; one solitary thing stopped him from walking any further towards the building.

It wasn't the Dark Mark on his arm; it wasn't the images of his friend's smiling faces in his mind, cooing over the small defenceless child, each taking a turn to hold him. It wasn't the thought of what he would do to them in time or knowing all the consequences his future actions would surely bring.

It was the building itself.

He had always hated hospitals, even as a child. He hated the smell of sickness, a fresh thick layer around every corner. He hated the sight of its patients and doctors, he hated the false hope, and he hated the weakness that was forced upon the patients.

That was before Hogwarts. Before he had befriended Remus Lupin and later discovered that he was a werewolf. Before he had first visited Remus in the Hospital Wing after the full moon, seeing how weak he was and how much pain he was in, seeing the potions Madam Pomfrey had left out for Remus to take.

It was at that moment, somewhere during that first visit that his hate for hospitals became a fear, growing stronger with each passing month and the resulting visits. It wasn't just Remus he had visited in hospital, he had gone to see James and Sirius during the many times they had bitten off more than they could chew.

He himself had been forced to stay in hospital after a particularly nasty prank had backfired spectacularly. He had spent just three days under the care of Madam Pomfrey, but those three days had felt like months. Each passing moment had suffocated his mind, made him afraid to move, to even breathe.

He hid it well though when his friends visited him, each time asking Pomfrey when he could leave. He had relished those times, surrounded by his friends; they had made it all a little better, a little brighter.

But then Pomfrey had asked them to leave, "He needs his rest," she had said. He hated her then, hated her for taking the light away and closing the doors, forcing the darkness of the room down on him.

He breathed again when he left; he went two floors down and breathed. Banishing the dark thoughts that had crossed his mind during his imprisonment away from him.

He had always thought of an excuse to not visit Remus after that, he didn't want the dark thoughts to come back, the suffocating darkness, the feeling of weakness. He never wanted to relive it.

And now he stood twenty feet away from it.

His palms, shoved deep into his pockets, were already sweaty; his heartbeat was rapid while his breathing was laboured.

He knew what would happen if he went closer, the dark thoughts would come. And if he actually made it inside, they would consume him, take him away from the light.

He turned and disapparated, taking his demons with him.