A/N: This is an AU story. DO NOT ask me how long it will be. Sometimes I start out with the attitude that it will be a couple chapters long, and it turns out to be the opposite and vice versa. How many ideas flow through my head is going to decide how long a story will be.

Background:

Alex is a psychiatrist. She has a boyfriend (Mason) who abuses her every day. Her parents are bitches, her brothers isolated her and her best friend had cut all ties with her because she couldn't break up with Mason.

Harry is Alex's patient who has dark past as miserable as Alex's. He doesn't trust any of the doctors but something in Alex just captivates him. This captivation turns into fondness and then strong attachment and later… even love.

But the facility forbids a relationship between patient and doctor. Can they overcome this?

-o-

"You talk to him," TJ snarled.

"And why should I?" Alex asked calmly.

"Because you're good with kids?" TJ asked more than stated.

"TJ he is a man the same age as I am. He has no mentality of a child," Alex drawled, "Just admit it you're a scaredy cat and I will help you."

TJ turned red in the face before blowing out the air he was holding in. Raking a hand through his red hair, he nodded to the brunette who was silently observing each and every one of his moves.

"FINE. I am a scaredy cat and I need you to go help me ASAP," TJ said, drawling out his words slowly as if Alex was a baby.

Alex rolled her eyes, punched TJ in the shoulder and then got up from her office chair, grabbing her clipboard and walked out of the room.

-o-

"So boss, how is he?" Alex rolled her eyes.

"Don't roll your eyes at me," Gigi snapped, "Just go in there and do your magic."

"Oh, so you expect me to be some kind of Tinker Bell? Maybe you should go ask her for some pixie dust," Alex replied.

"Just get in there!" Gigi yelled.

Alex smirked. Gigi couldn't say anything because she was the best employee she had. And if she fired her, she lost a valuable asset. You see, healthcare wasn't all about fussing about human health. It was about making business and most of all, moolah.

Alex sighed and mock-saluted the blonde freak before opening the door. Inside she saw a man who had dark scruffy hair and was forming a bit of a beard. He had pale skin and he wasn't skinny like Mason was.

"Hello," Alex sighed, closing the door, "I am your psychiatrist. I was called down here, because everybody is a butthead here and don't know that real people have real problems. So the only sane person, which is me, was called to speak to you."

"What's your name?" The stranger asked.

"Alex Russo," Alex forced a smile, and she then peered at the clipboard TJ thrust at her, "And your name is Harry James Potter."

"JUST… Harry Potter," the man winced at the mention of his middle name.

"All right," Alex nodded, not bothering to ask why, "Now is there anything you would like to talk about?"

"You can't just expect me to spill everything when we just met," Harry looked at her incredulous.

"So you don't want to tell me anything," Alex confirmed.

"Make me," Harry retorted.

"Okay, bye," Alex shrugged and got up, pushed in her chair and was about to open the door when Harry spoke up.

"You're not even going to call the security? Like aren't you going to make me talk to you one way or another?" Harry asked.

"If I coerced you to speak, you would speak some nonsense stuff that is not true just to make me feel satisfied that you opened up to me. And in reality you didn't open up to me, you didn't relieve some burden. You just created some lies from the stress of the moment just to please me and the point of talking of a psychiatrist, as I believe it should be, is to relieve stress, not make more," Alex shrugged.

Alex then made an attempt to leave when Harry stopped her.

"No please! Don't leave," Harry pleaded.

"Okay, but then you should be willing to talk," Alex sat down and picked up her pen, poised to write.

"I will," Harry nodded.

-o-

Harry had just talked about a slice of his life, about how Draco was rubbing salt in the wound about the deaths of his parents. And how his best friends Hermione and Ron alienated him when they got married, and how Ginny broke up with him a couple years ago to get engaged to someone wealthy because he was 'never enough' for her.

"That's some deep stuff," Alex sighed, when he was finished, "I understand."

"You do?" Harry asked.

"Sure, when you have parents who are complete psychos and hate you just because you're a girl. Your brothers have basically alienated you for bigger and better things. When you have an abusive boyfriend like mine and a best friend who cut all ties with you because you couldn't end an abusive relationship, sure. My life's kinda messy. Test me," Alex shrugged, "Story of my life."

"Did you just quote One Direction?" Harry asked, his nose wrinkling.

"I sure did. But I don't like them," Alex smirked.

"Me neither," Harry shyly smiled.

Both of them smiled in silence before Alex spoke up.

"When would you like to come for your next appointment?" Alex asked.

"Maybe next week?" Harry asked.

"Okay, well, tell that to the receptionist, okay?" Alex asked.

Harry nodded.

Alex got up to leave when Harry stopped her one last time.

"Can I have your business card?" Harry asked.

"Uh… I don't have 'em on me, so here's my name, my desk number and my phone number just in case I am not at my desk," Alex scrawled the information on a piece of paper and gave it to Harry.

"Ok, thank you," Harry nodded, happy he has someone real to talk to.

"Is that all?" Alex asked.

"Can I request you?" Harry asked.

"You can mention my name as a preference," Alex shrugged, "I dunno how all that stuff works."

"Okay, that helps," Harry nodded, and even opened the door for Alex.

-o-

"What did you just do?" Gigi gawked like an idiot.

"I talked to him," Alex snorted.

"No, I mean, did you just tame him?" Gigi asked.

"He's not a circus animal, Gigi. He is a human who has some shit going on in real life," Alex snapped.

"Don't cuss," Gigi snapped.

"Like you don't call nurses wearing short skirt sluts," Alex shot back.

Gigi shut her mouth and walked away, proving Alex was right.

Alex sighed. She had a long day at work, and now she has to face one ungrateful wretch when she came home. Mason was always cheating on her with Juliet. But Alex had to be okay with that and still be loyal to Mason or else she will be in for hell.

It was so much more complex than that. Juliet dated Mason before Mason and Alex got together. At first, their relationship seemed sunny and bright and cheerful, but the Mason began seeing Juliet and even having one-night stands with her.

When Alex found out, he threatened to kill her. She couldn't leave him unless he broke up with her. So really, she was no different from a slave.

Unlocking the door to the house she bought, Alex stepped inside and hung her coat and hat and neatly placed away her boots.

A card from Mason read that he was at Juliet's – as usual.

To be honest, it didn't hurt her anymore now that Mason was spending way less time with her. She felt safer when he wasn't there because she knew when he is with her it is like being in a horror movie film. Any moment he will strike out and hurt her.

Alex made something to eat for dinner but felt oddly interested in her conversation with Harry. For the first time, she felt like she wasn't a psychiatrist just blandly listening to someone's problems. She felt like she related to their problems.

She felt like someone finally understood how she felt in life. Like, she isn't the only one with a fucked up life like she has.

Alex moved through the rest of her evening like a robot. She ate dinner, cleaned the dishes, watched some TV, read a book, set out her outfit for the next day, and went to sleep.

But even at night, his eyes, they haunted him. She never saw such green eyes agonized with such torture. It was as if they mirrored her own eyes. And she was scared of opening up to the fact that she has someone to understand that none of this is normal.

"I wonder what he is like on the inside," Alex mused, as she drifted off to sleep, with questions not too far behind.

-o-

Just a prologue, guys! I know this isn't one of the longest things I have written. But this depressing yet romantic theme has been swarming in my head for a month now so I thought I should write about it because, I will take all the inspiration I can get (because I am running out of it and writer's block is EXTREMELY CONTAGIOUS). If you can't picture that being a thing, watch Contagion (the movie about MEV-1 virus).

Hope you like it! (I know this will be a chapter story but BY GOD'S SAKE DO NOT ASK ME HOW LONG! Ok? Love you all!

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