Sorry its been so long! My life has literally turned itself upside down and inside out! Its only a short chapter but it starts to answer some questions (I hope!) Thank you all for the reviews and follows! It means so much!

Almost a week after Harry's proposal Hermione once again found herself in the Headmistress' office conversing with Dumbledore's portrait. She was concerned about Harry, he had been almost normal all week apart from when Ron accidentally had an accident in potions. Hermione thought back to the incident with a sigh, Ron hadn't been paying attention to his batch of Wolfsbane and had added two extra stirs anti clockwise. The result had led to a small explosion that had scorched the desk and melted the cauldron, luckily Hermione had vanished the potion before anyone was hurt. The resulting explosion however, had Harry drawing his wand and then freezing in total fear after he had realised that no one was in danger. He had remained withdrawn for the rest of the day and would not join Hermione and the others for dinner. The event had strengthened Hermione's resolve to go and find out what was happening with her future husband.

Coming back to the present Hermione looked up at the portrait of the silver bearded professor, he was gazing down at her with concern and appeared to be considering her as much as she was considering him. "Miss Granger, explain again what happened to Harry when he heard the explosion." Dumbledore said calmly, though his eyes gave away his worry.

"He froze and then he's been avoiding all of us, he hasn't been up to the common room for days. He keeps finding excuses to stay away from us. He was fine and Padma's wedding and now it's like a different person again." Hermione huffed loudly, "I'm worried Professor, he's like a different person on a daily basis! What if it's something left over from Voldemort? Can there be anything left in him? Hermione's mind raced ahead as she recalled everything Harry had told her about the horcrux that lived inside him. "Harry said that Voldemort had killed the part that lived in him but what if he was wrong? What if that is what's manifesting inside of him? Oh Merlin! Poor Harry, please sir, we've got to help him." Hermione jumped to her feet and prepared to leave, however, the calm voice of her professor made her pause.

"Hermione, it is not Voldemort. He is gone, thankfully. However, the scars Harry bears are in relation to him. Please sit and I will tell you my theory." The old man's portrait waited while the young witch seated herself again, "Now, I believe Mr Potter may be suffering from the aftermath of the trauma he has gone through over the last 6 years. He has had a number of magical and non-magical injuries since he was eleven years old and I believe that after last year's war his psychological welfare has been damaged somewhat by the accumulation of these events."

"So, Harry has psychological trauma?" Hermione pondered, "like shell shock?"

"Indeed, Miss Granger, I believe that was a muggle term for it after World War II. It is now commonly referred to as Post traumatic Stress Disorder. I think Mr. Potter is having regularly flashbacks to the war and he is unable to cope with these, it may be because of the vivid nature of the flashbacks or it might be the blame he holds upon himself for the loss of others. There are a number of reasons or factors that may have caused this. Either way, I'm sure you agree, he needs to overcome this."

"Of course Sir." Hermione stood quickly, "I will research it and begin trying to find help for him. I want him to be as happy as possible." Hermione glanced down at the Potter ring on her finger, she wanted her husband to be as healthy as he could be. She looked along her hand to her wrist, 'Mudblood' was still carved into her wrist, they all had scars and Harry had certainly gone a long way to help her heal her own scars. She would do anything to help him heal his.

"Hermione, wait, I feel that muggle medicine may be the best way forward for this. I will arrange for the Headmistress to give you special permission to visit muggle London to see what you can find. Don't tell Harry what you are doing, not until we are sure of what we are dealing with."

"Professor, I don't know if I can keep this from him. If it's for his own good-"

"Miss Granger Harry might not consider himself ill in anyway. It is best for the time being that you tell him where you are going but not why." Dumbledore gave her a piercing look, "he will understand, in time."

Hermione gave him a small smile and turned to leave. She did not like hiding things from Harry but she knew that Dumbledore was right; they needed to keep him safe. She would tell him where she was going and why but she wouldn't explain it was for him. She descended the steps and started to make her way back to Gryffindor tower, hoping she would find her fiancé waiting for her in the head's suite. Harry hadn't been to her rooms in a few days and the wedding planning had ground to a halt. She was worried but he appeared to find excuses each time she asked him to come up. The only time he appeared was the usual early morning visits to comfort each other after the nightmares. At least she knew he still needed her, that in itself was a huge comfort.

Hermione opened the portrait hole and glanced over at the sofa of the Head's common room, she could see Neville cuddled up on the sofa with is fiancé. Hermione smiled at the sight and moved quietly through the room, not wanting to disturb the young lovers, however, her heart clenched tightly in disappointment. No matter how hard she tried, she had hoped to see that ever-messy hair sticking up against the back of the sofa.

Opening her bedroom door and carefully putting her bag down, Hermione almost jumped out her skin to see her green eyed best friend sat in the middle of her bed. "Harry! You scared me!"

"Why? You've been telling me we have planning to do, well here I am!" He spread his hands at the parchment that was neatly stacked around him. He had clearly spent a lot time sorting the parchment into neat piles, and from what Hermione could see, he had started looking at the newer items on her to do list.

"You just surprised me, that's all. I haven't seen you before 2am the last few days." Hermione looked at him and she could see his face cloud over, "it's good to see you Harry, that's all." She said quickly, hoping to keep him in this lighter mood. She clambered onto the bed beside him, "show me what you've done on my list then!" She took the list through him and proceeded to discuss the new additions to their wedding plans. Hermione just hoped that this Harry stuck around until she could get to London and get Harry the best help she could.