Harry ended up telling Sinopa about how he was raped. She just gave him a sad smile, a hug, and the card to her therapist. He had waited two weeks before Mason finally convinced him to contact the therapist.

After the first appointment, Harry had begun to go visit him twice a week, every Tuesday and Friday. And the therapist, Dr. Sanders, they went over more than just his time spent with Victoria. They went over the Dursleys, Hogwarts, Snape, Sirius, Ron, Hermione, Remus. They even talked about present day things, such as his new Necromancy class, and how he had just graduated him his muggle autoshop class. So, Harry was healing and flourishing in the magical shool located deep in the Rocky Mountains in Idaho.

Currently, Harry was having a good time.

Harry laughed with Vlad and Romulus as they walked out of the crowded concert hall. All three of them were dressed in all black, all of their piercings were in and the three of them were soaked to the bone with Faygo rootbeer with glitter and confetti clinging to their wet bodies. With every step that they took, their shoes made squishing and squealching noises.

They had just come out of an Insane Clown Posse concert. It was the Wicked Wonka Tour. Even Tech 9 and Cottenmouth Kings had been there. It had been a great concert for them.

"Did you hear that skinny guy scream, "Don't eat me!" in the mosh pit?" Vlad asked, causing Harry and Romulus to laugh even harder.

"Yeah, when we were doing the 'crash'?" Romulus asked. Vlad nodded.

"That was so much fun." Harry breathed. Vlad nudged him in the ribs with his elbow.

"Glad to get away from Mason?" he inquired. Harry blushed.

"Everything's fine between me and Mason. And besides, he's the one who made me come tonight." Harry explained quickly. Romulus draped an arm over Harry's shoulders.

"Good. I'm glad you and Mason are doing so fine. Mason's gaining a lot of self confidence from this, you know, and this is the longest that he's ever been in a relationship." Romulus informed him. Harry blinked up at him, surprised.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Okay, knock off the mushy stuff. Here we are, so lets go home." Vlad winked at them before he apparated. Harry and Romulus both rolled their eyes and apparated after him. They appeared at the school in the dorm courtyard. They bid each other goodbye and went their seperate ways to their dorms. Harry to Fuscus, Romulus to Lumen, and Vlad to Herba.

Harry went up to his dorm, 333, and walked in. A scorgifying spell instantly struck him and then a clothes banishing spell. Harry chuckled and shut the dorm room behind him. He approached his bed where Mason was lying, waiting for him, naked. Harry's eyes scoured his body hungrily.

"Waiting long?" Harry growled pleasantly. His cat tail was waving excitidely behind him, and his cat ears were perked forwards in attention.

"All day, love." Mason purred. Harry chuckled and crawled onto the bed and up his lover's body, draping himself over his boy toy.

"Shall I rectify that, love?"

A GOOD WHILE LATER

"Mmm, did you have a fun time with Squeak and Sunshine?" Mason asked, halfway asleep.

"Yes, baby, now go to sleep."

Harry looked over at his alarm clock and sighed. 12:43 am. He had 17 minutes until his Necromancy lesson. Giving Mason one last kiss one the forehead, Harry forced himself to get out of his bed.

Fifteen minutes later, Harry was freshly showered, dressed in his school uniform, and had everything that he would need for his Necromancy class. Harry walked out of the dorm building and into the courtyard. He apparated away to his classroom. He sat down just as Miss Undercomb appeared. That was a good thing. It meant that he was on time for class. Class, actually, consisted of him and only him.

"Mr. Potter, today we'll be doing a level six ghost summon." Miss Undercomb announced. Harry grinned. This was the second highest summon kind there was. There were seven ghost summon levels. Muggle infants, muggle children, and muggle adults were the three easiest. Wizard infant, and wizard child were four and five. Level six was wizard adult, and level seven was wizards with more magical power than the summoner. Harry rubbed his hands on his pant legs.

He was excited and nervous all at the same time. He knew who he was going to summon. He was going to summon his mother and father. His therapist had urged him to do so. His therapist had also urged him to summon Cedric, but Miss Undercomb had forbudden him to summon Cedric, just in case Cedric was a wrathful spirit and blamed Harry for his death. Harry had listened to Miss Undercomb, much to his therapist's disappointment.

"So, whom have you chosen to be your level six summoning?" Miss Undercomd asked, sitting behind her desk. She rubbed her eyes in a tired way, stifling a large yawn.

"My parents." Harry replied, making her look up at him. "James Ezekiel Potter and Lily Anne Potter nee Evans."

Miss Undercomb stood up, considering his choice. Harry knew that the longer the spirits were dead, the harder it was to raise them, but the closer you were to the deceased, the more wards you had to keep up in case they didn't want to leave you and became more wraithful.

"How did they die?" she demanded, walking around her desk and leaning against the edge. So Harry told her everything about what he remembered from that night, even including what he heard whenever a dementor came near him. Miss Undercomb nodded after a few minutes of consideration.

"Your choices are acceptable. it sounds as if your parents had already accepted their deaths right before they died. I will watch you set everything up, I will watch you perform the summoning, and once I am satisfied that you summoned them completely and fully, I will leave you to speak alone with your parents." Miss Undercomb checked her watch. "You have two more hours. Lets get to work."