Disclaimer thingo: I don’t own Harry potter or any of the characters.

I actually like this, and I barely like any of my stories.

It kind of ends like they’ll be more, but unless I get trapped in another confined space like I was just before I wrote this, I doubt there will be another chapter.

Oh well on with the story.

Harry hurried down one of the long corridors of Hogwarts clutching his potions texts as he ran, he was suppose to have met Hermoine and Ron 10 minutes ago in the library to study for there upcoming potions test but he had lost track of time practising for quiddich and now was running late.

Harry sped round the corner and ran right into Malfoy, causing them both to tumble to the ground in a heap.

Before Harry had time to realise what had happened he felt two sets of strong arms yank him roughly to his feet. Harry twisted to see who were holding onto him, but all he saw were two blurry figures he guessed were Crabbe and Gyole Malfoy’s two bodyguards, he blinked realising his glasses must have come off in the fall and then began to squint in an effort to see, but it didn’t help he was practically blind without his glasses.

He pulled against the two Slitherins to no avail, as Malfoy rose from the ground and dusted himself off.

Harry could almost picture the angry glare on Malfoy’s face even though he couldn’t see it without his glasses.

“Well well well, what have we here?” drawled Malfoy, “Don’t you watch where your going potter?”

Harry nearly growled in annoyance pulling against Malfoy’s two bodyguards.

Suddenly Malfoy let out a small evil laugh, “or maybe you didn’t see where you were going at all.” Harry squinted at Malfoy, “tell me potter, how much can you even see without these?”

Harry saw Malfoy hold up a blurry object in his hand, it didn’t take Harry much to figure out what they were.

“My glasses!” cried Harry, “give them back!” he demanded.

Malfoy smirked with glee as he watched anger settle in on the face of the boy who lived.

“What’s the matter?” he cooed at Harry. “Poor ‘ittle Potter’s as Blind as a Heronicainin mud bug without his gwasses?”

Harry didn’t try to stop himself this time as he felt a growl of anger roll up his throat. Beside him he felt Crabbe shift uneasily at the noise, but Malfoy only laughed.

“oop’s” he said with glee dropping Harry’s  glasses to the ground, “clumsy me”

Harry winced as he heard that sickening crunch as Malfoy stood on his glasses.

“Oh potty,” gasped Malfoy in the same sarcastic tone, “I’m so sorry, whatever will you do with out your glasses?” He grinned again and snapped his fingers “I know,” he exclaimed like he had just solved a difficult problem, “we’ll just put you somewhere were you don’t need them.”

Harry watched as Draco strolled over to a door, that Harry knew led to a small cupboard.

Draco pulled opened the door and grinned, “maybe this will teach you to watch where you’re going in the future Potter?”

Harry eyes widened, they were going to lock him in the cupboard, “No” he cried “let me go!” as Crabbe and Gyole dragged him over to the cupboard.

They paused for a second in front of the door and Malfoy reached out and pulled Harry’s wand out of the sleeve of his robe and tossed it over onto the ground, “you won’t be needing that potty.” He said, as Crabbe and Gyole roughly shoved him into the cupboard.

Malfoy smirked at him even though Harry couldn’t see it and slammed the door shut locking it with a spell.

“Hope your not afraid of the dark Potter” Harry heard Malfoy say from the other side of the door, before he Crabbe and Gyole walked away laughing.

Harry took a deep breath and licked his lips nervously; it was pitch black inside the cupboard, no light even leaked in through the bottom of the door.

This cupboard was even smaller than the one he used to sleep in under the stairs at the Dursley’s and smelt of mould and dust.

Harry could hear his heart begin to beat faster in his chest and his breathing begin to quicken, he used to get so scared at night in that cupboard under the stairs, it used to be so dark and sometimes he couldn’t breath under there and he would end up sleeping in the hall way for fear his air would run out, eventually his uncle put in an air vent to reassure Harry that he would suffocate under the stairs at night.

 And he hadn’t had a problem with it since, but the cupboard he was in now was even smaller, it didn’t have any ventilation and he was locked in.

Harry’s eyes darted frantically around the small cupboard hunting for a way to escape, anyway to get out back to the air.

He could feel it now, the air disappearing around him, his chest tightened as blind fear and panic began to set in.

He began to suck in deep breaths of air but the more he tried to breath the less air he seemed to get.

Harry pounded on the door in a panic to get out, he couldn’t breath the cupboard was too small there wasn’t enough air, he could feel the walls closing in on him. Harry began to scream for help and pound on the door with all his might, “Let me out!! let me out!! let me out!!” he cried as loud as he could, pounding his fists into the door, “Please God!! Let me out!!! Please please!!!” he screamed trying again to draw in a shuddering breath.

He hit on the door so hard he could feel the blood running over his hands. Harry felt sick, even when he had been face to face with voldemore he didn’t think he was this frightened.

He felt his whole body was shaking as he gave up yelling words and just screamed his lungs out pounding on the door, only ever pausing to try to suck in breaths of air that never seemed to reach his lungs.

If the rational part of Harry’s brain had have been working he probably would have realised that even though the cupboard was small there was probably still three of four hours worth of air in there at the least.

But anything rational in his mind at the moment was over come with fear and his overwhelming instinct to escape.

Harry shut his eyes as tears streamed down his face, he screamed louder than he ever had in his life, fists still pounding unrelenting at the door that separated him from fresh air and space.

Harry heard a noise from the other side of the door, it was a girls voice trying to talk to him, trying to tell him to calm down, but he couldn’t hear what she was saying he was screaming to loud.

Hermoine Granger yelled again to Harry inside the cupboard, “I’m going to open the door Harry, o.k?”

But all she got in response was more panicked screaming and pounding.

Ron who was clutching Harry’s wand and broken glasses that he found on the ground, looked at her frantically, “What the hell are you waiting for Hermoine?!! Open the door already something’s wrong with him!!” he yelled at her.

“I am! If you’d just shut up a second!!” she yelled back at him.

Hermoine raised her wand and muttered an unlocking spell on the door. As soon as the last syllable left her lips the door flew opened and Harry’s robes billowed out behind him as he fell out onto the cold stone floor. He stayed there braced just above the floor on his hands and knees his whole body trembling from exhaustion as he sobbed softly while breathing in the cool clean air.

In a second Hermoine and Ron were down beside him with worried expressions on there faces.

“Harry! Oh my god are you o.k?” asked Hermoine trying to get him to look up.

“Mate, who locked you in there was if Malfoy! I’ll pound him into oblivion I swear! I’ll…”

Harry suddenly felt trapped again like he was in the cupboard. He pushed himself up and stumbled back away from his friends, they moved to follow him but he held up a hand to stop them, “Stay back.” He said still gasping for breath.

Hermoine’s eyes widened in recognition of his panicked expression and his rapid breathing.

“Harry, listen to me you need to calm down, you’ve worked you self into a fit, you’ve got to breath properly, in and out, in and out.” She had slowly and calmly.

It was then she made a mistake she took a step towards him and began to breath faster if that was even possible he soon realised that his wasn’t getting any air and panicked even more gasping for air that he couldn’t seem to breath.

“NO Harry calm down!” cried Hermoine.

Harry coughed trying to breath faster to make up for the loss of oxygen but he couldn’t, black dots danced in front of his eyes and suddenly he felt himself falling to the ground and into unconsciousness.

Hermoine and Ron rushed to his side, “What’s wrong with him?” asked Ron and Hermoine rolled Harry onto his back and made sure he was breathing properly.

Hermoine let out a sigh, “it’s o.k. Ron he’s fine, I think he just had a panic attack, that’s why he couldn’t breath.” She said.

“Panic attack?” asked Ron.

Hermoine nodded, “it’s when someone is so frightened that they often begin to breath to fast and then can’t get enough air and then they just keep trying and it gets worse, usually you need to get them to breath into a paper bag to force them to breath slower and calm down, but there is a calming spell but I don’t know it.”

“Oh,” said Ron looking down at Harry, “But what started this attack thing?”

Hermoine glanced over at the now empty cupboard, “I’m not sure but I think he might be claustrophobic, scared of confined spaces.”

Ron bit his lip and looked down at Harry, “Should we take him to the hospital wing, to see Madam Pomfrey?” he asked.

Hermoine nodded, “I think it would be smart to, you pick him up and I’ll get his books.”

Ron nodded and easily scooped Harry up cradling him like a child in his arms.

The two of them turned and set of in the direction of the hospital wing.

From around the corner of the hallway, Draco peeked after them and grinned, “so Potty is claustrophobic, how interesting I’m sure father will love to hear this.” And with that he turned around and walked away his robes flowing along behind him.

the end. Ta da!

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