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Tiny vessals

Summary:

Things are wrong with Harry. After his parents find four year old Harry scratching words onto the walls, Harry's condition escalates. Eventually he gets locked up into an psychiatric institute and finds solace in his therapist, Doctor Riddle.

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

Drip.

'Harry, what are you doing?'

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

Drip.

'Sweetheart, it's 3 am... Come, up you go.'

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

Drip.

'Harry, are your-?'

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

Drip.

'Oh my God! James! JAMES!'

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

Drip.

'Whazzit?'

'Harry's fingers are bleeding, I – Look what he's doing to the wall!'

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

Drip.

'Fuck. Harry – come on, Harry!'

'Harry listen to daddy!'

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

Drip.

'Lily call Albus.'

'But I -'

'Just do it!'

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

Drip.

'A-Albus? Albus, there's something wrong with Harry, he's.... He's scratching things into his wall, his fingers are bleeding -'

'FUCK!'

'James?!'

Thump.

Scratch, scratch, scratch.

Drip.

Shriek.

'911, what's your emergency?'

'My, my son- my son j-just attacked my husband, and now he's not moving anymore, there's blood everywhere -'

'Please calm down, ma'am. Give us your address and we'll send an ambulance. Can you describe his wounds?'

Silence.

'Ma'am?'

Silence.

'Ma'am are you still there?'

Thump.

Tap tap tap.

Giggle.

'I played with mommy and daddy. They're red on the inside.'

'I-I... What?'

'Mommy and daddy are all over the house now. The house is red. I like red.'

'Oh my God. Please tell me this is a sick joke, did someone put you up to this -'

'Mister said people are even more pretty on the inside. I think they're just wet and gooey. Like pudding.'

Drip, drip, drip.

'Bye bye, miss.'

'No, wait – tell me where you are, tell me -'

Beep, beep, beep.