Flowerpot

Prompt: 39

Harry knows what he is.Freak. Liar. Cheat. The Dursleys never gave up beating it into him. Blood pouring down broken skin green eyes screams laugh. Even after he was awoken to his birthright, his world, no one ever let him forget it. Suspicious eyes pointing corridors jeers red hit pain. All his life he’s wanted to scream, rage, fight back. But he can’t. All he can do is bear it. Green suns in black void fire screams brimstone Monster. He needs to keep control. Because no matter what they do to him, its nothing compared to what the monster that inhabits his flesh will do to them.Demon roars blood fire ruin hungry feast LET ME OUT! An Obscurus!Harry fic. In fourth year, Harry has a much more pronounced reaction to Fleur coming over to ask for the bouillabaisse, namely backing away, clutching his head, screaming at her to get away.

Why? Her allure makes his control slip. And he can't let his control slip. Ever. Fleur on the other hand, is puzzled after his initial reaction. Then she realises he’s hiding something, something terrifying. “Her eyes meet his, and she sees the whites turn into black voids for a mere second, before the darkness withdraws, leaving them white once more. Then she realises. He’s hiding something. Something Dark. Something…terrifying. She licks her lips, an incessant heat forming in her core. She had found him. A darkness to match hers, to stand intertwined and yet apart. She would have him. The monster in her would accept nothing less.”

Its... not a proper prompt yet, but its something. I just dont know quite what.