This is for Kamerreon's Drabble Challenge — a drabble a day until my imagination dies.

Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.


Scared


"Stop it," Harry whispered as he backed himself up against a wall. "Stop it!"

They didn't. There were five of them, dressed as Dementors, closing in on him. He wished he had learned the Patronus already! He couldn't stand this! He knew they weren't real, yet they still terrified him.

"What's wrong, Potty?" one of the people who had him cornered sneered. "You scared?"

"You should be."

The cold voice was not from one of the Dementors. It came from the figure behind them, the one looming over them threateningly. Before the Dementors could move, all five of them were lifted with a single spell. They were tossed around like ragdolls before being thrown against a wall.

They scrambled off as soon as they could, and large figure stepped towards Harry. The Boy-Who-Lived rushed into his protector's arms, burying his face into the hard chest.

"Are you still scared, Harry?"

Harry Potter looked up into the face of Marcus Flint and smile.

"Never when you're here."