Astraphobia
Astraphobia; the fear of thunder and lightning.
Harry sat at his desk in a bad mood. He had been sitting there since dinner had finished, writing lines. He knew he should be thankful that he was serving detention with his Head of House and not the awful High Inquisitor, but writing the same line over and over again for three hours wasn't the funnest thing to do. As he started to write on his fourth piece of parchment, a low rumble sounded in the distance. Storms weren't uncommon in Scotland, so Harry ignored it and continued to write 'I will not talk back.' In a few short minutes though, the storm gad come considerably closer to the castle, but still the rumbling could only just be heard. That was until there was an almighty crack of lightning that lit up the night sky, showing just how huge the storm was.
Harry jumped at the sound and looked out the window behind McGonagall's desk. Dark clouds were rolling towards them, only visible from the small burst of lightning jumping from cloud to cloud. As he looked back down to his paper, he noticed that McGonagall was holding her quill in a white knuckle grip. Shaking his head, he continued with his punishment, only to look up again as the quill snapped in two as the next lot of thunder made the windows rattle in their cases. Before the windows even had a chance to recover, the largest streak of lightning yet cracked right beside them, causing them to strain against the metal holding them in place. McGonagall covered her ears and whimpered as the windows continued to shake. Before Harry could ask if she was alright, McGonagall transformed and ran underneath the low sofa near the fire place.
Standing up, Harry moved to the front of the sofa and knelt down, looking under it for his Professor. She was curled up tightly, shaking. "Professor. Professor McGonagall." He called to her softly. "Professor, please come out."
It took a while, but he managed to coax her out from her hiding place while there was a respite in the storm. But just as she poked her head out from under the sofa, a loud roar of thunder made her jump from underneath the seat and land in a surprised Harry's lap, shaking. He was shocked, but he patted her gently in an attempt to calm her, but her shaking only increased as the thunder continued to echo throughout the office. As the sound got louder, McGonagall tried to hide herself inside Harry's school robes, but was stopped before she could even halfway hide herself. Instead she was picked up and moved to rest in Harry's lap as he sat down on the sofa. She glared at him the best she could, but was only ignored as he pulled his knees up and started to pat her again. She relaxed slightly and laid down on her stomach, covering her ears and closing her eyes as more lightning lit up the night sky.
With each crash of thunder, Minerva's shaking increased. Harry noticed this and pulled her up to his chest and held her there, hoping that the calm beating of his heart would soothe her enough that she would stop trembling. Minerva looked up at him with wide eyes before she forced her head underneath the thin layer of black material as the sky was once again lit up. Harry could tell from her shaking that she wasn't going to calm down any time soon, so he started to sing the first thing that came to his mind.
Some people say
We all have an angel
that settles our hearts
and quiets our mind
when it's time for sleeping
when it's time for dreaming
She keeps softly singing
'Til the sun starts to shine
As Harry sang, he felt Minerva's shaking slowly stop, but he didn't let go of her. He didn't understand why, but he like holding her.
And she sings a song of love
And she sings a song of peace
And she sings a light from above
Into this world while we sleep
Into this world while we sleep
Finishing off the song, Harry looked down and saw that Minerva had stretched out slightly so her head rested just above his heart and that her breathing had evened out. With a smile, he scratched behind her ears and watched the storm out the window.
There will be more parts.
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