Sorry it's late. I hope you enjoy this chapter although it includes anxiety and a panic attack, i do have anxiety but i don't have panic attacks so i don't know if when i wrote the panic attack part if the symptoms were correct. Also Harry says something i hope no one who suffers anxiety takes it personal, having it doesn't make you weak it's just something Harry says.
I'd also like to say thank you for all your lovely reviews, they have made me feel happy and a little bit confident but anyway enjoy...
Disclaimer: Sadly I don't own Harry Potter, it's all JK Rowling's work.
"I knew it." George muttered to himself with a large grin, Harry didn't hear though
"What do I do George?"
"Trust your heart Harry and your instinct-"
"Oh yeah 'cause trusting my instinct always ends well…" Harry said sarcastically when he suddenly stopped and his eyes went foggy, all he saw was his godfather falling through the Veil, Bellatrix's taunts screaming in his head
"I killed Sirius Black! I killed Sirius Black! You going to get me? You going to get me? You going to get me?"
"Harry, Harry!" George shouted through the floo snapping Harry out of the memory
"Sorry George." The green eyed boy mumbled
"It's alright. Harry, are you okay?" George said with concern
"I'm fine, please can you keep this a secret."
"Of course, I won't tell a soul. Harry I have never told any of your secrets, even your anxiety I haven't told anyone although there is nothing to be ashamed about-"
"Yes there is George. I'm the bloody Boy-Who-Lived I can't have anxiety, panic attacks even. It makes me weak-" Harry interrupted before being interrupted
"No Harry it doesn't. You have been through so much shit no one can expect you to be perfect. It's okay to have anxiety, believe it or not but Fred used suffer from it although it wasn't as bad as yours." George said softly
"Thank you George, for everything" Harry said gently with a kind smile
The two said good byes before they ended the call and went to bed.
Ginny arrived at school a couple of days later, with a smirk. Harry saw this and sighed knowing that something bad was going to happen.
"Afternoon class." Harry said to his third years "Today we are having a practical lesson on Boggarts, I have a Boggart in this wardrobe and we will be practicing the spell I told you about last lesson, first we will practice saying it so repeat after me Riddikulus"
The class repeated it before forming a line, everyone had a chance at the Boggart, fears ranging from common phobias of critters, spiders, snakes, heights, clowns etc.
With five minutes left a student put their hand up,
"Yes Miss Foil?"
"Sir, what's your biggest fear?"
"Well, it used to be a Dementor, now however I don't know." Harry said, the bell rang and Harry dismissed the class which gained several moans as the students were hoping to see what the Boggart would be for Harry.
Looking at the wardrobe, Harry simply couldn't help his curiosity, stepping in front of the wardrobe he opened it, wand out he watched as the Boggart began to take many forms.
First it took the form of a Dementor, but then quickly changed to his parents shouting at him, then his godfather and Remus, then Fred all of them shouting at him and moving towards him in a threatening way, the Boggart then changed to Draco, who was rejecting him,
"Why would I love a freak like you?"
The last form the Boggart took was the small cupboard under the stair at number 4 Privet Drive. Harry's breathing irregular, they were short and choked, his hands and body trembled, he couldn't move his heart was racing so much it hurt his chest and caused discomfort, he felt nauseas and dizzy, he thought he was going to faint, sweating uncontrollably, he was unaware of his surroundings he didn't notice he had fallen to the ground, nor did he notice the red head who was watching what was happening in the door frame, he didn't see the malicious smirk that spread across her face, he didn't notice when she had disappeared and a Slytherin prefect who had been walking by quickly ran off to find his head of house, he was unaware when the boy had come back with Draco, all he was aware of was the sound of his heart beat that felt like it was going to explode and the thought of walls closing in around him.
"Thank you Max, you may go. 50 points to Slytherin." Draco said as he cradled the smaller man who didn't notice him.
"Harry, listen to my heart beat, follow my breathing." He said as he poured a calming draught down the trembling Savior of the Wizarding world, Harry soon calmed and the panic attack was over, he fell asleep on Draco, who was running a hand through his messy hair. Harry was both physically and mentally exhausted, that he didn't hear Draco when he whispered in his ear
"I love you Harry."