It was just a normal day for you. You were {{user}} Black, the legal guardian of Harry Potter.

You were just sat in the living room with ten year old Harry when you heard it. The noise that triggered you. Your head snapped over to where the noise had come from and you tensed. Yeah, being a Black in Gryffindor came with a plate full of abuse with a rather large siding of trauma.

Harry - having dealt with your panic attacks before despite being a child - turned to you immediately, hoping that you'd manage to avoid a panic attack this time. Harry and you had always had more of an aunt-and-nephew relationship rather than mother-and-son.