This was inspired by a fic in which Harry said that whenever he sees one of his greatest fears, he sees his cupboard. I'll probably be crucified for this... Vaguely Harry/Ginny. For the Loyal Trio.
Disclaimer: I don't own HP. SO THERE! MWAHAHAHAHA!
Harry hates enclosed places.
They can give him nightmares sometimes, if he's had a particularly tiring Quidditch practice or has stayed up too late working on some essay or other. Not ones that make him wake up screaming, mind you, but they certainly make his heart pound.
He hates enclosed places, hates them with a passion, and rarely goes into one willingly.
He hated it, for example, when he had to go underneath the school in his second year and rescue Ginny. He hated it but he did it anyway -- because it was Ginny, and she is Ron's baby sister, and she must be taken care of and...ifsomeonebesideshimdoesitthenthey'llgetitwrongandGinnywilldieandandthatwouldbereallyreallyreallyreallybad...
He doesn't FEAR the enclosed places, don't get him wrong; because no matter what people say, "fear" and "hatred" are different emotions -- even though related to each other, like "love" and "happiness" can be. Though, Harry has noticed that love doesn't always bring him happiness.
But it's the same with fear and hate. He has never feared his cupboard. He hates it, as simply as that.
"Uncle Vernon, I swear, I didn't mean to --"
"Silence!"
BAM! The cupboard door slamed shut, and darkness wrapped around him, and he couldn't see at ALL, and it was so dark, and he hated it and hated this stupid cupboard, and hated his uncle, hated him enough to kill...
And since he was in his cupboard, the Dursleys didn't blame him when a window shattered and one of the pieces almost stabbed Uncle Vernon. It was a hot day after all, and heat makes glass shatter, so there was a perfectly logical explanation for it.