Chapter 2

Notes: Heyy lovelies I thought it was long enough between chapters to post chapter 2. Now I am unsure how I feel about this chapter, but I knew this needed to happened to close some of the plot holes I left in part one. So please, please tell me what you think about it. Much thanks to amandadubose88 for reading over this. As well as a good friend of mine, the one who read over part one of this series 3

The last few days had been hell for the small home. Harry's nightmares continued and showed no signs of letting up anytime soon. Poor little Harry had large dark bags under his eyes.

If no one knew better they would say that the youth was being beaten. As for his caregivers, they were very concerned for both the youth's emotional levels and health; seeing how the boy barely got an hours nights rest.

It was also taking its toll on the adults in the household. Wishing that they could do more for the young youth; but all they could do was hold the child close as he wailed and cried his tiny heart out. If it wasn't that; it was the constant fear and skittishness he displayed during the day. So, it was a happy evening when the mind healer showed up. Hoping that he would have a solution to help with the nightmares that were plaguing the young wizard.

Alec had shown up exactly on time for when he scheduled the appointment. The fireplace flaring green before the dark brown-haired man stepped out of it. To his surprise instead of the young wizard that he was supposed to meet with; he came face to face with two grown wizards. Severus stood there his face grim and his own dark bags underneath his eyes as he greeted the healer. The other man was unknown to Alec. He had red eyes that made his hair stand on end. He too was sporting racoon eyes, he was just as concerned as Severus was but had an easier time hiding it.

"Severus what a surprise to see you, I was expecting to see Harry first than come talk to you afterwards." Alec greeted the bat like man before him.

"Alexander, it is nice to see you again as well, I would let you go straight to see Harry, but I would like a moment of your time before then," This had Alec on edge; something was going on and it wasn't good,

"Harry has been having nightmares the whole time he has been home. We are concerned for both his mental health, as well as his general health with the lack of sleep he has been getting. Sadly, we cannot tell what sort of dreams he has been having seeing that he would not talk to us about what's going on." Severus said, meeting the blue eyes of the healer.

Alec nodded, his face serious. "I will speak with him about this, thank you for bringing this up Severus, I'm afraid that Harry would most likely avoid speaking to me about this. It would be from fear that he would have to be returned to those people."

Severus sighed, "yes that is still his fear, even after how many times I have told him over and over that he is not going anywhere that he is stuck with me until the end of time. I'm hoping that we can bring those monsters to justice here soon; but that will not be possible until Harry is mentally better and ready to face them." Knowing that the court would want proof of everything, and that would include Harry's memories of the events that took place during his time there at his "families" house.

Alec nodded, and excused himself from the room, to meet up with his young charger, in hopes that he could get down to what was distressing the child. He walked into the young wizards room, to find him sitting in his large bed writing in the journal that he had given him the first session they had together.

The book seemed to be almost full now. Harry was living off only about five pages now, and his current writing seemed like it was going to take the rest of it up with how fast he was writing.

The older wizard cleared his voice giving his knuckles a rap on the open wooden door, so that he could make it known that the boy was no longer alone in the room. The pen scratching against paper came to a stop as green eyes jerked away from the page to look up at the healers face as he entered the room,

"Good morning Harry!" Alec said taking the seat that Tom or Severus sat on during the night when he needed comforting. Harry just gave his head a nod not voicing a hello back to Alec, setting aside his journal and turned to face the dark headed man.

Alec sighed, the damage done by these nightmares was already evident. Harry's mindset was nothing like what he left the boy with back at Hogwarts.

"Harry today I want to ask about these nightmares you have been having. You father, is very concerned with this, and has asked me to talk to you about this."

Harry's eyes widened in fright. 'No, no, they cannot find out that I am unclean!' His breaths grew shorter, he started to scratch at his arms with his fingernails trying to get away from those thoughts, those memories.

The Doctor was shocked at first at the reaction he received, before jumping into action. He took Harry off the bed and sat the small wizard in his lap. With one arm, he restrained the other's arms.

Harry opened his mouth to scream in protest at what was happening. Alec took his chance and made the child drink some calming drought. Harry was forced to drink every bit of the drought, once it hit his stomach, the effects where immediate. His body sagged in relief, as those dark thoughts now just drifted away once they were thought of; none lingering too long. Alec slowly rocked the small child in his lap as the younger tried to catch his breath.

After what seemed hours to Harry he slowly looked up at the healer, his eyes red from the earlier attack. He did feel better after the potion, but he still did not want to talk about his dreams. They were impossible for him to talk about.

"I-I'm sorry," Harry's voice cracked from how raw his throat was from a combination of the nightmares and from the panic attack he just had. Healer Alec was about to speak to him, most likely to tell him he had nothing to be sorry for, but Harry beat him to speaking, "I-I-I just can't speak about these nightmares…. I-I-I just can't" The boy slowly slid from the healer's lap, "I-I," Harry paused taking a few deep breaths trying to get his stutter back under control, but his breaths came shakily. "I-I am going to give you the journal to read, so you can understand… P-Please don't use whatever you find against me." Tears gathered in his eyes scared that once this secret was out that he would be dropped off the face of the earth; that once they found out he was dirty, they would no longer care about him. So he retrieved the small journal opening to where the nightmare started, "from here on is where the dream started and has gotten worse."

Alec took the book, seeing many pages full of writing, and he began to read.