I do not own any Harry Potter character, however, Dr Harvey and Moira are mine. Thank you and enjoy.

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"Please do come in, Mr. Riddle," an aged man with a neck like a walrus, and the body of a semi-skinny farmer urged. His black eyes held a sharp knowing look to them, and his mannerism was far too polite.

"Why am I here?"

"Why do you believe you are here, Mr. Riddle?" the man asked.

"My name is Lord Voldemort! Not Riddle!"

"Please, call me Harvey. You can tell me anything you wish to, Voldemort. Now, why do you believe you are here?"

"I'm here because Dumbledore and Potter fouled up my plans to take over the world, again! And Lucius and Severus are traitors in making me see a bloody muggle psychiatrist!"

"Actually, I'm a wizard as well, Voldemort. Now, how does it make you feel, knowing that Lucius and Severus brought you here to see me?" Harvey questioned.

"Livid!" Voldemort hissed.

"Very good. Now, the reason for your visit here today is to help you reduce your stress from…"

"That whelp and the meddling old goat," Voldemort hissed again.

"Yes. Now, why are you so upset with the *whelp*?" Harvey asked.

"Because of him I lost my body and have to live as a half-snake creature! Because of him my plans were rolled back by nearly a decade! I want to kill the little brat before he can fulfill that blasted prophecy!" Voldemort roared.

"And how did you loose your body?"

"I went to his house to kill him as a child and… You know this already," Voldemort glared at Harvey.

"Please, tell me your version of it," Harvey encouraged.

"I went to his house to stop him from rising up to destroy me, and killed the elder Potter male. Then that idiot woman, his wife, wouldn't let me just kill the milk-sop! No! She had to die too! I had to kill her, despite my best effort to save her for Severus! So I shot the killing curse at the brat and it rebounded, and then I'm stuck as a spirit for the longest time…" Voldemort pouted.

"So, why exactly did you go to the Potter's house that night? What harm could a milk-sop do to you?"

"He… The prophecy… I don't really know," Voldemort blinked in surprise.

"Very well, and what would have happened if you hadn't gone to the Potter's that night?"

"I… I'd have my body and the brat wouldn't be nearly as troublesome," Voldemort realized in surprise.

"I believe we've had a breakthrough! And on your first day! You are an amazing wizard, Voldemort," Harvey smiled happily. "And I do believe that's all we have time for today."

"But we haven't been here nearly long enough!" Voldemort pouted.

"If you'd like, you can schedule another appointment with my assistant, Moira in the front. And it was an honor to meet you, sir."

"Nothing I told you leaves this room?" Voldemort frowned.

"Not a word. I'm bound by magical contract to maintain client confidentiality," Harvey replied.

"You are a fairly good psychiatrist. I'll not curse you this time," Voldemort smirked as he sauntered out the door. "Oh, and Severus will be tortured for telling me of that bloody prophecy."

"How in the bloody hell do these people find me? I mean, it was just a silly little typo in the paper, wasn't it?" Harvey groaned as he slumped down into his chair.

Outside his assistant snickered as she listened in, "Take that, Uncle Harvey! That's what you get for not admitting me into your practice as a partner, once I got my Doctorate!" Moira smirked as she looked down at the ad in the paper, which read

*Dr. H. Dearly: Psychiatrist. Discount price for new villains.*

Hope you enjoyed it! I just started thinking how fun it would be to write Voldemort seeing a psychiatrist. Yes, I know he's a bit out of character, but oh well, I think it turned out well. Please let me know what you think! Thanks!