1. Atelophobia - Fear of imperfection
Bellatrix silently walked up the grand stairs of Malfoy Manor, holding her head high up with dignity and pride. She halted at the foot of the second landing and after gazing swiftly at her surroundings, carefully pushed open the wooden oak door that stood before her.
"My Lord," she whispered, suddenly seeing the Dark Lord seated at the head of the long dining table, "I apologise for not knocking. I did not know you had already arrived."
"Ah, Bella," the Dark Lord answered in an amusing tone, "I take you wanted to be the first one here. Perhaps, even, before me?"
"My Lord," Bellatrix gasped, "I wouldn't dare...I just wanted...to make sure everything was...ready before you arrived."
"Oh," the Dark Lord, mockingly toyed along, "I see. You aspire to be the perfect one? But honestly, take it from me, Bella, you should have no fear of perfection - for you'll never reach it."
2)Brontophobia- Fear of thunder and lightning
"Mum! Mum!" Ginny cried from her room, "Mum!"
"Yes, dear, what is it?" Mrs. Weasley called, hurrying into her daughter's bedroom, just as another bang of thunder crashed across the sky.
"Mummy..." Ginny mumbled from under the covers, as Mrs. Weasley entered her room, "I'm...scared..."
"Oh, Ginny," sighed Mrs. Weasley, looking affectionately at her daughter, "You don't need to be scared. It's just a storm."
"But...but...the noise is scary," Ginny innocently muttered, pulling the bedsheets closer to herself.
"Oh, darling," Mrs. Weasley comforted, stroking Ginny's hair, "Just think of the storm as yourself. When you're angry with Freddie or Georgie, don't you stamp your feet and start shouting?"
"The storm is just like that. Just imagine that the thunder is angry, and it is stamping it's feet and jumping up and down with anger. Alright?"
"Alright," Ginny responded, "thanks Mum."
3)Catagelophobia- Fear of being ridiculed
Dear Mum and Dad,
I know you will find what I have to say most distressing, but I think you should know that I've been sorted into Gryffindor. Let me cheer you up by saying that Gryffindor is not at all what you made it out to be.
On the contrary, it's a rather wonderful house. I've already made a couple of friends, and I'm really proud to be a part of it.
Your son,
Sirius.
"Gryffindor!" shrieked Walburga, "I'm appalled! Honestly, Orion, what kind of a child have we given birth to? Associating with mudbloods and blood-traitors, what could be more horrible? We are sure to be the face of ridicule in the eyes of all other respectable families. Oh, Merlin!"
"I am quite shocked, as well," Orion agreed, "But, all we can do now is wait until the wind blows over. Speaking of which, we have a howler to send."
4) Decidophobia- Fear of making decisions.
"It's horrible," sniffed Hermione, burying her head in her hands, "Us sitting here doing nothing at all, not knowing where he is or what he's up to."
"I suppose that's what we get from being friends with a noble hero," Ron sighed, putting his arms around her, "we're too used to sharing his sorrows, his ideas, his thoughts and his decisions."
"That's the point, isn't it?" Hermione cried, tears pouring freely from her eyes, "Look at the state we are in. Imagine the mental power Harry must have to have the courage to do it all on his own."
"I know," Ron agreed, "I doubt I'd ever be able to make such decisions on my own, but in the end, I guess that's what really defines us. Our choices, far more than are abilities."
5)Enosiophobia- Fear of having committed an unpardonable sin or of criticism.
"Death Eaters, I think now is the time I bring you all to light about my next assignment," Lord Voldemort hissed from his seat.
Draco stared determinedly at the floor. He hated these meetings; he hated being a part of them. He bit his lower lip, with a sense of indifference, as the Dark Lord resumed speaking.
"My task, is not by any means an easy one," he called, "but it only seems fit to assign it to...Draco Malfoy."
Draco felt his hands turn clammy. Narcissa gasped loudly and all the other Death Etaers turned to face him.
"Yes," Voldemort confirmed, "I require Draco to carry out this task alone. Any fault on his part, and he'll have to face the consequences."
"'My Lord," Narcissa whimpered, "Draco is just a boy!"
"Silence," Voldemort ordered, smiling cruelly, "Now for your task, Draco, I want you to kill...Albus Dumbledore."
6)Fibriophobia- Fear of fever
"James, dear," Ginny called, "Do come inside. It's getting quite chilly and I don't want you getting fever."
"But mum," James whined, "Fred and I are still catching tadpoles! You're always so worried about me catching a fever!"
"Oh, James," Ginny softly sighed, "I'm worried about you, because I care about you. Besides, you haven't even got your jumper on."
"Alright Mum," James groaned, "But I can handle myself, you know."
Ginny watched him closely and shook her head. " So much like his father," she whispered to herself, smiling.
7) Hormephobia- Fear of shock.
"Oh, Neville," Ginny sighed, resting her head on her friend's shoulder, "I worry so much about him. Everyday, I get up in the morning, oblivious to the fact of where they are what they're up to."
"I know," Neville comforted, "I feel the same way about them too. It's horrible isn't it?"
"Yeah," Ginny continued. "I'm so scared of getting up one day and hearing the worst," she tried to explain, "I don't want to be shocked out of my wits in only a few seconds."
"You have to remember, Ginny," Neville consoled, "the three of them are a strong team. I'm confident they'll handle it, I really am."
8) Isolophobia- Fear of solitude, being alone.
Fred...Fred...
George fell to the ground, seeing his deceased brother's body, realising what had happened. He felt the empty space inside him, the hollowness in his head and the dizziness in his head. He couldn't think straight.
Everything he had done in his life had been with Fred. From the smallest of things, to the bigger events and occasions. The two of them had done everything together.
He could sense the people gathering around him, to grieve for Fred and to comfort him, but he had eyes for no one but his twin brother. For George knew, that no matter how many people stayed by his side, he would always be alone...without Fred.
9) Kakorrhaphiophobia- Fear of failure or defeat.
The posters lured him, as did the newspaper articles and the constant talk. Grindlewald featured in all discussions and Tom found the stories as thrilling as could be.
He admired the Dark Wizard's strategies, his ideas and he aspired to follow the same path and carry out similar ideas.
His friend's in the Slytherin Common room laughed when he told then of this dream, but Tom never gave up. "I wasn't born to follow," he kept telling himself, "I was born to lead. I fear nothing, but failure and defeat."
10) Lygophobia- Fear of darkness.
"Lily, dear, go to bed," Harry coaxed, nudging his daughter to go to her room.
"No," Lily stubbornly replied, standing firmly against the wall, "I don't want to go to sleep."
"Why is that?" Harry gently asked, tying to keep himself from getting frustrated, "Are you scared of something?"
Unexpectedly, Lily burst into tears.
"Lily!" Harry exclaimed, "What's the matter?"
"I'm...scared," whimpered Lily, "of...the dark..."
"Oh, Lily," Harry consoled, "if this is because of the monster story that James told you about, then I promise you that whatever he said isn't true and I'll also let you give him a nice punchtomorrow morningif you like."
11) Mastigophobia- Fear of punishment.
Hermione's list of rules not to detention:
1) Always hand in homework on time
2) Do NOT get involved in any mischief with Harry and Ron (if possible).
3) Follow the school rules, especially when with Harry and Ron.
4)Be on time for all classes.
5) Refrain from talking in classes, especially in Potions.
Ron picked up the list and read each rule again and again. "Oh, Hermione!" he laughed and took the sheet of parchment with him to show to her and all the others.
12) Odynephobia- Fear of pain.
"Ron, are you alright?" Hermione asked in a concerned voice, looking at his injured arm anxiously.
"I'm fine," Ron assured her, "I really am."
"It doesn't look to good," Hermione said, wincing at the blood which showed through his plaster, "Are you sure you don't need to go to Madame Pomfrey?"
"Hermione, it's really okay," said Ron kindly, "I'd rather be resting here than in the Hospital Wing anyway. You're a really good healer you know."
"Thanks," Hermione muttered self-consciously, as a pink tinge rose to her cheeks, "though I really think Madam Pomfrey would do-"
"Hermione, calm down!" Ron exclaimed, "It's just a dragon bite."
Hermione nodded, talking in his statement, "Just a dragon bite," she repeated.
14) Paralipophobia- Fear of neglecting duty or responsibility.
To my dead Horace,
It is my deepest regret to inform you of this, but I feel that I will be neglecting my duty if I do not do so. I am sure you have heard of a wizard by the name of' "Lord Voldemort," and like me, I am certain you must have your suspicions of who he is.
However, I think you should know that in yesterday's article of "I am Lord Voldemort," I noticed a familiar name hidden between the letters of these words. You, yourself might agree with me on this strange discovery, if you rearrange these letters to find the name of a student we taught more than a decade ago.
I'm afraid this might shock you, for, though even I found him strange, I never believed Tom Riddle would have the darkness to do such a thing.
Albus Dumbledore.
15) Rhabdophobia- Fear of being severely punished or beaten by a rod, or of being severely criticized. Also fear of magic.(wand)
Maurius Black knew the day was coming. He had suspected it, since the mere age of seven, when his parents had subtly hinted to him that magical talent was usually displayed at the age of six. Maurius was now ten. Not once ad he ever shown any inclination of being magical, in the slightest and his parents were being rougher with him, by the day.
His eleventh birthday was nearing and his father had warned him that unless he got his Hogwarts letter, he would have to face sever consequences. Marius had packed a bag of essentials for days, just incase the need arose. He doubted it would, though. His punishment would involve a lot more harshness. For as his father said, "No Black could be a Squib."
16) Selenophobia- Fear of the moon
Remus dreaded it. The white, crystal ball that hung In the dark sky, which gave others pleasure, just tormented him. It had been many decades, since he had first started experiencing the horrors the moon had to offer, but he never seemed to get used to it.
The potion he had taken, definitely dulled the pain from his weary body and he was grateful to have his human senses with him, but the moon still sent shivers down his spine, between the lines of being werewolf and being human, Remus couldn't attend his classes, without others noticing a visible change in his behaviour and appearance.
It was only because of this, that he had to stay locked up in his office, alone. Only because of the moon...
17) Thanatophobia or Thantophobia- Fear of death or dying.
"Prewetts, Prewetts, attention!" Fabian Prewett called, a glass of wine in his hand, "Gideon and I have an announcement to make."
Everyone at the table turned to face the two twin brothers.
"Thankyou," Gideon said, lowering his head, "You see, Fabian and I have recently decided that we are going to be a part of the newly formed organisation called, 'The Order of the Phoenix'."
From her seat in the corner, Molly looked at her brothers, puzzled. What could they be up to now?
"The main purpose of this organisation," Fabian continued, "is to fight for the rights of Muggleborns, against Dark Wizards."
Molly gave a loud gasp. What on earth were on her brothers' minds? Did they not understand the risks they were putting their lives at by doing such a thing? No doubt, Molly knew, they were good, strong fighters, but joining such an organisation was off limits.
She couldn't possibly imagine what would happen to her, if a dreadful event were to take place and her brothers were in it. Molly shook the thought out of her head. No, she couldn't let them do such a thing, for her sake, she couldn't.
18) Wiccaphobia: Fear of witches and witchcraft.
"...and Snowhite, the prince and the seven dwarves lived happily ever after."
Mrs. Granger closed the book and put it on her daughters bedside table.
"Mummy," questioned young Hermione, as she did this, "are witches real?"
"Oh, Hermione," laughed Mrs. Granger, "You don't have to be scared of witches, they're just in fairy tales."
"I'm not scared," Hermione bravely retorted, "I was just wondering whether they were real or not."
"Alright, darling," Mrs. Granger replied, patting her daughter gently, "Anyway, they aren't real, so even if you were scared, there's no need to worry."
"Good," Hermione sighed, looking relieved, "I just wanted to make sure."
20) Xenophobia- Fear of strangers or foreigners.
"Who are these people, Neville?" Hannah Abbot curiously asked, staring at a handicapped couple in St. Mungo's.
Neville sighed. "These, Hannah," he finally said, "are two Aurors, who were tortured into insanity by some vile Death Eaters. The damage done to them, is beyond any recovery. Frank and Alice Longbottom are unable to even recognise their own son."
Hannah gasped, "Neville, I'm so sorry," she whispered, her eyes filling with tears, "I didn't know."
"Well, at least I've got Gran. In the meantime, I always try to live up to my parents expectations, trying to things that they would have been proud of, like being brave and valiant," Neville explained.
"And you've done so well," Hannah told him. It was the nothing, but the truth.
21) Ymophobia - Fear of contrariety
"Orion, I'm worried about Sirius,'' Walburga anxiously tried to express her thoughts, "He's just so different from all of us. We really have to do something about it."
"Oh, Walburga," Orion sighed, "there have been some rebel-type Blacks in the past, you know. It really isn't our fault if Sirius has picked up some of their genes."
"Don't you say!" Walburga shrieked, "There's no way Sirius could be like that blood-traitor Cassandra or like that dirty squib Marius either. But for precautions sake, we have to get some sense into that child's head!"
"Walburga," Orion sighed, "I think our best bet is to leave him be. When he gets to Hogwarts and is sorted into Slytherin, I am sure his friends will set him to the right path. But for now, our interfering will only aggravate the situation."
22) Zelophobia- Fear of jealousy.
"Women!" Ron grunted, "I thought it was only Mum, who was obsessed with Lockhart, but Hermione?"
Harry laughed, "It's probably just a phase, Ron!" Harry explained, trying to keep a straight face, "it'll be over in no time at all!"
"It sure looks like it, Harry," Ron sarcastically replied. "For merlin's sake, the whole crowd of women at Diagon Alley were just swept off their feet when the so-called genius arrived. Personally, I think he's a good-for-nothing bloke. The only thing that he does well is pose for photographs."
"Well, that's probably why they all like him," Harry suggested, shrugging his shoulders. Ron gave him a glare.