Phobia
Short monologues from random HP characters point of view, discussing their phobia. Most likely humor, but the humor might be a bit dark.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
CHAPTER ONE
Dentophobia- Fear of dentists
It seems rather odd.
I mean, come on, I'm Harry Potter. I should be fighting Voldemort, not fearing dentists.
Yet I am afraid of dentists.
My best friend's parents' are dentists. If you think about it rationally, all dentists want to do is clean your teeth and teach you how to take care of them better.
But if you've ever been to a dentist's office, you just have to smell the place to know that it's evil. If you're really dense, just look around. Tools of pain, knives, picks, not even hidden from view. All over the place. A barely padded seat. An incredibly bright light, shining directly in your face. Tubes of unidentified pastes that the hygienist is just itching to pour all over your teeth.
I've only ever been to the dentist once. That was enough.
Muggle children have get their teeth checked before entering school, so, unwillingly, the Dursleys took Dudley and me. I will never forget it.
For thirty minutes, they poke at your mouth with sharp metal instruments. Then, they fill a weird kind of retainer up with foam and leave it in your mouth for a minute, with an evil tube sucking up whatever oxygen reaches your throat. It took all my strength not to panic.
I have never went back.
I don't have any trouble with brushing my teeth. I brush and floss daily to prevent another trip.
At least I don't need braces.
I hope never to meet Hermione's parents in their natural element. I survived once. I wouldn't last another time.
It's ironic that even though I'm destined to kill Voldemort, it's not him I'm most afraid of. It's not even the dementors.
It's the dentist I fear.
(A/N): Yes, this is a bit of a spoof on the drabbles.