#Therapy – 200 words – When you're this crazy sometimes you just need to talk it out. What could go wrong? | Rating: K+ | Genre: Humour

Harry knew this was a bad idea. He had told Hermione. Hadn't she learned to trust his instincts by now? Obviously not, or else he wouldn't be sitting in a Muggle Therapist's Office. Apparently, this was better than the Wizarding option.

"Let me get this straight, Mr Potter," his therapist, Dr John Whitaker, began.

"Harry," Harry interjected helpfully.

"Harry," the man repeated with a nod as he peered at his notes (which Harry had noticed that he hadn't really written much in). "Let me get this straight. A gang leader went after your parents because of some sort of a grudge-"

"They were a part of the task force to get rid of them."

"-they were killed, leaving you an orphan, but this grudge carried over to you?"

"Yep."

"So they-"

"Just the leader really. Mad man he was."

"He tried multiple times to kill you as you grew up in multiple proxy ways before you two eventually ended up in a firefight and you killed him. When you were seventeen."

"That about sums it up," Harry agreed. Best summary he'd heard.

The therapist stared blankly at him before nodding slowly and leaning forwards.

"Would you like to explain further?"