AN: I want to say first that I'm sorry to the people who don't like my switching from POV to POV, it's the way I write best, and the way I am more comfortable writing. Writing the other way stresses me out and I feel like this way I can get more in touch with each character. Now in this chapter Harry is a bit more emotionally regressed. Which is fine since it's a fanfiction and I can make it how I want it, I do want you guys to have input, but this is one thing I want in my story. I love when Harry is clingy/cuddly with his family.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter

James' POV:

I felt Harry gripping my hand tightly as we sat on the couch to wait for the mind healer to arrive. The healer had been given a password to use. I gave his hand a little squeeze and shared a look with Lily-who was sitting on his other side rubbing his back- over his head. We really hoped this would help.

"Harry, it's going to be okay," I tried.

"What if the healer is mean? Or tells everyone whatever I tell her?" He paled at this thought and looked ready to run; I was quick to reassure him.

"That won't happen Harry."

"Sweetheart, the healers are under healer-patient confidentiality," Lily explained.

"And the healer won't be mean, Albus recommended her."

"But-" He was cut off by the fireplace flaring green and Albus stepping out with a woman who looked to be in her late twenties to early thirties.

"James, Lily and Harry, I would like you to meet Jane Harp. Her family has known mine for more years than I care to admit. I've known Jane her entire life, she is very kind and trustworthy." Jane stepped forward.

"Hello, it's so nice to meet you all." She shook mine and Lily's hands, and proceeded to hold out her hand for Harry to shake; he just clutched mine harder and stared at the hand, wide-eyed. I had to give Jane credit, she didn't move.

Jane waited patiently as Harry seemed to be analyzing her, finally he tentatively reached a hand out and shook hers briefly. She smiled at him as he took his hand away.

"It's very nice to meet you Harry." He only nodded and leaned more into Lily while clutching my hand tightly.

I sighed.

~oOo~

Harry's POV:

I didn't like strangers. Especially this one, she was going to find out all about what a freak I am and my parents won't want me anymore. I just got them back, I want more time with them before that happens. I know they said they wouldn't ever want to leave me, but I wasn't sure if they would still feel that way when they found out. Who could ever want a freak?

"Well Harry, where would you like to go to talk?" Healer Harp asked. I looked at her critically, then to my dad.

"You can be out here, or in your room. It's up to you," he said.

"Will you be here?" I asked, not wanting either of them to leave.

"Harry, this time is going to be our time, where you can tell me anything you want to. Your parents will be nearby, but the two of us are going to talk alone for a bit," Healer Harp explained.

"Why don't you talk in your room?" Dad suggested. I definitely didn't want her in my room but I don't want to make dad angry or disappointed.

"Okay," I whispered. Without taking the Healer's hand I led her to my door and turned the knob, pushing my weight against the door. I didn't want to talk. I trudged over to my bed and sat down, grabbing my stag plushie. I don't care how old I am, I've never had plushies before, and they remind me of my family. My mum and dad got me a doe, stag, dog and wolf.

"Those are very nice plushies," Healer Harp said with a smile. I blushed. "Did your mum and dad get those for you?" I nodded hesitantly, hugging the stag closer, hoping she didn't ask to touch it.

"I bet you're very happy that they are back." I nodded again.

"It seems as though you've grown very close to them, despite not growing up with them. Why don't you tell me about what you guys do together?" I shook my head. I didn't feel like talking to her. I knew I was acting like a baby, but if I had to act like that in order to keep my parents, then so be it. They can't find out what a freak I really am, no one can.

"Alright, how about we talk about something else then? Like your friends?" I shook my head again. "School?" Another shake. She was quiet for a moment. "I heard you're the seeker on the Gryffindor quidditch team." I shrugged with a little nod, giving no further information.

"Harry," Miss Jane smiled at me and I looked to the ground, "I know I'm a stranger to you. But we don't have to talk about anything to serious right now. We can use these first few sessions to get to know each other better. I want you to feel comfortable talking with me, and sometimes that can take a while especially for someone who has been through quite a bit. So how about you pick a topic for us to talk about? Something easy to get the conversation going. What about if you ask me a question and then I ask you one?"

I thought about it for a bit and then nodded, looking up at Miss Jane. She smiled really big.

~oOo~

Petunia POV:

I smiled as I finished folding the towels into perfect squares, and took the stack to head off to the linen closet to put them away. After making sure they were lined up perfectly with others already in the cupboard, I went to close the door. My hand hit empty air and I looked at it, frowning.

The door was missing.

I double checked myself, and began to scream. "Vernon!"

I turned around as he came panting up the steps. "What's the matter, Pet?"

"What's the matter? What do you think? Look at the door, Vernon! It's missing!"

Vernon looked past me, frowning in confusion. "Pet, the door is right there."

I whirled around as I cried, "No, it's not! It's—" I pulled up short. It was right there; how could that be? I know that it wasn't there before, I'm sure of it! So how can it be here now? And now Vernon was looking at me as though I was imagining things. I'm not crazy!

Dudley POV:

I looked down at the game controller in my hand, then back at the empty bowl at my side. As much as I wanted to, I knew I couldn't yell for mom to get me more food, as I wasn't supposed to have any sweets or extra food. But I really wanted more crisps. Now I had to walk downstairs to get myself food. And I had to do it quietly, or mom would find out and take it away from me.

Sighing, I got up and began to quietly move downstairs.

Sirius POV

I am so glad I cast a silencing spell on myself before using the invisibility cloak. Now I could laugh as loudly as I wanted without alerting anyone to my amazing presence. Wait until Moony and Prongs watch this in the Pensieve.

I was pretty sure the baby walrus assumed he was walking quietly, but he sounded like a herd of hippogriffs was stomping down the steps. But the baby walrus was moving to the kitchen, grabbing the crisps off the top counter and some sweets from the fridge. The walrus froze when the back door opened and his mother walked through, holding gardening shears. He began to waddle as fast as he could up the steps, and I watched, grinning like a fool, as he tried to slam the door behind him, but ended up falling on his butt. "MUM!"

Petunia rushed up the steps to her son's rescue. "What's the matter, Duddikins?"

"The door is missing! Mum!"

Petunia pulled up short. "What are you talking about, Dudley? The door's right here." Dudley looked at it in astonishment. "Dudley Vernon Dursley! What is that you're holding?"

As Dudley tried to hide the food behind his considerable girth, I cackled and moved closer to them. Petunia had moved into the room to try and take the food away from him, and I came to the door and slammed it closed, casting a Cololloportus on the door. The identical screams of terror made my entire day. Harry Hunting. This is what you get, walrus. I could hear them still screaming as Vernon came out of his room.

"Pet? Dudders?"

"Dad!"

"Vernon! We're locked in the room! Get us out!" Petunia cried.

Vernon began to pound the door, then throw himself against it.

Oh, this is too perfect. After a few more throws, Vernon backed up, and I quickly cast a Evanesco at the door right as he was about to hit it. Vernon went flying through and landed on Dudley, who screamed angrily. I put the door back as it was, and then left the home. If they were going crazy now with these few things, I was excited for what Moony and I planned for our next steps.

AN: Hey so I'm alive. I've been coming back to my stories every once in a while and finally put something together that I felt could be a chapter. Thank you to all the followers who still encouraged my writing. I'm sorry for how long it took and I hope it wont be this long again but honestly I just have no idea. I have so much going on and I know that is a lame excuse but I honestly mean it. I'm trying hard though I promise.