the prisoner - f.weasley

tw: anxiety attack + abuse negligence 

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       "What are you going to do?"

        Gemma looked at Hermione, who had switched places with Sirius Black, who was guiding Professor Snape through the catacombs under the Shrieking Shack.

        She furrowed her brows, "About what?"

        "Professor...your father?" Hermione nodded at Professor Lupin, who was following Crookshanks.

        The redheaded girl pinched her lips and shrugged, "I'm not sure."

        "This means you could go live with him! You could get out of Privet Drive! Be safe! And-and-and you could get your permission slip signed!" Hermione started to ramble, and Gemma's mind started to race at the realisation of all these things.

      She could be safe.

      She could have a real family; after all her real dad was alive and well, and he was her favourite teacher.

– beginning of panic/anxiety attack –

        But as the thoughts seemed to spiral out of control, Gemma became more and more overwhelmed and almost frightened.

        She grabbed Hermione's hand and stopped the girl's list, "Please! Stop!"

        Hermione furrowed her brows, "Are you alright? You look pale..."

        Gemma shook her head, her dirty red hair swirling around as she did so, and she stammered, "I-I-I just need some time...I-I-I don't know---"

        Her breathing became ragged suddenly, and she slapped her hand over her mouth to silence the raspy noises.

        That was a dumb move because now she couldn't breathe at all.

        Hermione grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand from her mouth, seeing her struggle, "Gemma!"

        Everyone in the tunnel turned and saw the redhead slide against the wall of the tunnel, wrapping her head in her arms.

        "Remus," Sirius Black's voice found Gemma's ears as she crumpled in on herself.

        There was a scuffling of movements before someone knelt down beside Gemma, and he carefully, almost hesitantly placed his hands on her hands, which were clutching her hair tightly, "Gemma, can you hear me?"

        The teenager wanted to say yes, but her chest felt like it was caving in.

        She felt suddenly overwhelmed by the entire night.

        What was happening?

        Why is this happening?!

       "Gemma, I want you to think of something that calms you down, okay? Something that comforts you..."

       Gemma tried to push the frantic thoughts out of her head, but it felt like too much.

       She started to shake her head, "I-I-I can't! I-I-I can't!"