Hopscotch: The Imaginary Doll (title), narrow (word), direct (word)

January Event: Harry Potter/ Romilda Vane - Hard

Chocolate Frog Card: (Gold): Ekrizdis: Prompts: Torture, Infest, Refuse, Lure

Gringotts: Harry/Romilda [Harry - Pairings]

(word) Toxic [Sex and the City S1E1]

(word) Power [Sex and the City S1E1]

(word) Chaos [Sex and the City S1E1]

(word) Frenzy [Sex and the City S1E1]

Harry woke up when he didn't feel Romilda in his arms. Call him clingy but he needed to sleep with her touching him because he always worried otherwise; the war did that. She didn't mind, she actually enjoyed the comfort her sought from her. Which was why it meant that something was wrong when she wasn't close.

Their relationship had been a funny thing; he'd avoided her affections at first, believing it to be an obsession with his power and that was the only reason she was trying to lure him in, but it wasn't. She generally cared about him; that was something he only found out during the chaos of the war, when she'd ran over to him in a frenzy, her eyes wide with shock and panic, checking him over for injuries and only sobbing in relief when he merely had a bruise on his forehead.

He was unable to refuse her then.

"Romilda?" he called out, taking note of the empty bedroom and the cooling side of her bed and realising that she was probably in the living room. He slipped out of the bed and walked down the narrow hallway until he made it to his destination. She was sat in her favourite armchair, back to the wall and her eyes wide and alert, with her wand clenched in her hand in an iron grip. "Are you okay, love?"

"Harry!" she gasped, finally seeing him. "Get over here, quickly! It isn't safe." He rushed to her side, fingering his own wand which was in his pocket.

"What's wrong? What's here?"

She looked around the room before leaning towards him and whispering, "dolls." He blinked at her and she nodded, taking his silence for shock. "They're coming for us, for me! I refused to join them and now they're coming to torture me and then they planning on taking over the world."

"Sweetie, are you okay?"

"It doesn't matter if I'm okay or not," she snapped, causing his eyes to widen. "They're coming to infest our home and once they're done here, they'll move on to the next and the next and the next." The pleading look she gave him was one that tried to persuade him to join her vigilant post but it only served to direct him in the opposite direction.

"Honey, did the dolls speak to you when you were sleeping?" She nodded, worried that they'd done the same to him. "It was only a dream. Nothing to be worried about."

"But- but what about the big, toxic one that's planning to make our home its' headquarters?"

"A dream; all part of your imagination. Come back to bed."