"It's not an aversion, really. I'm just —well, I'm just scared I guess. I barely understand fully what happened in the woods. What if she starts asking questions, trying to piece everything together and then everything just gets worse? What if there was something we've overlooked and she finds it and there's no coming back? What if she thinks I'm some sort of freak. She doesn't even entirely understand wizarding culture. What's she going to think if she finds out I have voices in my head? What if she tells a teacher? What would the teachers think? What if Dumbledore finds out? What if he comes after me? What if he knows? What if he tries to kill me? I mean, he can't though, can he? His hand isn't the one I'm destined to die at. And I'm not necessarily destined to die in the first place. I just have to free Death. Because that's easy, right? Just pop on over to the fields of damnation and Alohomora a couple of chains. Sure. That's all it'll take. It's completely fine. Everything's just peachy isn't it? Merry. Perfect. Wonderful. Lovely. It's all just—" he flinched when his hand was taken, pulled gently from where he'd been pulling too harshly at his hair, he could feel the lingering sting against his scalp. 