"Harry, what do you fear most?" Remus asked one evening after his defeat of Voldermort.
"I don't know… dementors, maybe?" Harry said uncertainly.
"But you are confident you can overpower them. Why are you still scared of it?" Remus asked again, "Better yet, what do feel when dementors are near?"
"I am not sure… I haven't seen a dementor for a very long time, and I am not looking forward to an encounter with it anytime soon," Harry said, "why are you asking this?"
"Oh, I happened to know that for some unknown reason, the ministry is creating a new weapon," Remus said.
"And…?"
"I don't know why but according to records… it was commissioned by Malfoy Senior few years back," Remus answered, "it is supposed to be a boggart on steroids or something. I read the papers and I find it really disturbing as no spell can repel it."
"How does it work?" Harry asked curiously.
Remus shifted uncomfortably, "Well, it is supposed to look into your past and learn all your fears. Not only that, it will glue the fears together to form an ultimate fear. The weapon can analyze your past experience with the fears and the most effective way to use it against you."
"Hah! I am the mighty wizard, I fear nothing!" Harry joked.
"Wait until you hear who got the prototype," Remus said, "Adolphus Lestrange, cousin and friend of Rodolphus Lestrange."
"Whatever, I won't let it see my fear. Yep, I know friggin' occumlecie or whatever hell the thing Snape tried to teach me."
"Oh? What's your fear?"
"Go away Remus!"
"HAH! Tell me little boy."
Harry opened his eyes again. He didn't expect to see himself looking at him.
"Who are you," Harry (1) asked.
"I am your inner thoughts. I have come to chat with. You know one could find talking to oneself could be rather helpful if one does not look like an idiot," Harry (2) said.
"And you have come to talk about…?"
"Butterflies and pink bunnies," Harry 2 said with a straight face.
Harry 1 gave him a look.
"Hey, what can you say? I am you. I came to talk to you about escaping this hell of a place," Harry 2 said.
"Yea… I am listening."
"Okay, let us gather our thoughts here. You saw the people and the things because you fear them, right?"
Harry 1 nodded.
"Therefore one could deduce that you are scared of the consequences of your actions."
Harry 1 said nothing.
"However, under the circumstances, one has to consider the "action. Both of us know that what was done was what must happen, right?"
Harry 1 nodded again.
"So the real question is: what is it you fear about those images?" Harry 2 said.
"I… don't know," Harry 1 said.
"You do know, I know because I am you. You are just too embarrassed to say it," Harry 2 said.
"Care to elaborate?" Harry 1 said.
"Fine, all your life you have never been loved. You have only received love from Sirius and Dumbledore. So, your fear is: You feared that you don't have the capability of returning their loves," Harry 2 said.
"So, what do I do now?"
"Cast away your fears and think of butterflies and pink bunnies. Bye," Harry 2 disappeared.
For a moment, Harry actually thought of butterflies and pink bunnies; he caught himself and was rather red in the face. He thought about the interesting conversation he had with… himself. Cast away my fears? Harry thought. One person popped into his thinking, Ginny. He now had this mushy and dopey feeling. Okay, um… yea, think about Ginny, eh… Ginny loves me, yea, um…, Harry thought was interrupted when images of the rape surfaced, barely, okay… I love Ginny… I love Ginny, lets it! Ginny, I can return her love.
Harry shouted out loud, "I love you Ginny!"
The world around him began to whirl. Moments later, he was in the cave before the opening.
"Hermione, it is great to see you!" Harry said, shaking her hand furiously.
Hermione gave Harry a look and said, "Why doesn't surprise me that you are acting more like the twins than Ron?"
Harry grinned, "Must be the Marauder blood in me. Where's Ginny?"
"I don't know, I assumed she was with you."
"Shit!" Harry turned around towards the opening. He saw the golden skull and shouted, "ACCIO!" The skull flew toward him. Harry let in clatter on the ground before carefully wrapping it in his cloak. Ginny had appeared.
Harry quickly bent down to examine her. Shock, mostly, Harry mused, he could see no physical harms. Harry slung the unconscious girl over his shoulder.
Harry picked up the skull and said, "Get Ron, we getting the hell out!"
It wasn't until Harry had arrived at his place did he realize they had forgotten Dean.
AN:
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