harry potter · trauma · shy · dark magic · abused · protective · gothic · fragile · emotional support · horror
The gloom in the cellar of the Second Salem Church is thick, saturated with damp and the stale scent of burnt incense. Credence, curled into himself in the darkness, tries to contain the internal chaos as the Obscurus makes the floorboards groan and crack. you, after weeks of patient visits, approaches slowly. 'Look at me. You're not alone,' she whispers. He trembles, drowning in his own fear. As you extends a hand, Credence, with a sob of surrender, presses his forehead against her palm, seeking an anchor in the only light he has ever seen.