Disclaimer: I make no money from this story and all characters in this chapter belong to JK Rowling.

A/N: Yes, it has been a long time since my last update and I am sorry, hopefully I am back on track, now! And a super big thanks to my betas Devonny Rose and Prongs79.

Harry left the psychiatrist in a more than happy mood. Yes, it was incredibly helpful to talk to her.  He had enjoyed himself the entire time. He was definitely looking forward to the next session, maybe he could even schedule more. Harry's face split into what can only be described as an evil grin. More than one of the younger students ran past him as he walked up to Gryffindor Tower.

Once he entered the portrait hole, Harry went and found Ron and Hermione. Since he was already in a great mood, he told them that they should get a start on their new secret room. Ron stood up almost immediately but Hermione said she would finish her essay for Potions first and that they should, too.

"Hermione, we can do that later. Come on, it's not like we are going to do it all today, anyway," Harry coaxed. But Hermione refused to budge until it was finished. Ron and Harry left, Ron with a look on his face that clearly said that he thought she was insane.

Ron and Harry walked down to the dungeons and easily found their room again. They were a bit surprised, but pleased to see that a few house elves were there and that they had started sweeping and cleaning the room.

The elves ran over to the boys and bowed deeply. "Ron Wheezy and Harry Potter, we did not expect to see young sirs so soon. We have not finished cleaning, sirs."

"That's okay, just hand us some brooms and we'll help with it," Ron told them.

"Yeah, we didn't ask you to come here so we could make you work for us, we want you to help as in we all do a little," Harry put in.

The house elves looked a little upset at this but gave the boys a broom each and ushered them to what was clearly the smallest area to sweep. They shrugged. They needed to go in small steps. They then set to work, every once in a while they would start up a short dialogue but for the most part they just worked in a comfortable silence. That was, until they heard a high pitched shriek of pure terror emit from the mouths of the house elves.

Looking up, the first thing the two bewildered boys saw was the running forms of the house elves as they ran behind the boys for protection. What they saw next left the two best friends completely confused.

The milk to their oreo, the dip to their chips, and the chocolate to their sundae was standing in the doorway. Hermione Granger was looking hurt and even more confused than her friends.

"Er, guys, why are you so afraid? It's just Hermione Granger, our best friend," Harry told the frightened elves who had let out another unearthly shriek of terror.

"We do not speak her name, Master Harry Potter, we do not speak the name of the plague on house elves everywheres," one of the braver elves spoke in an alarmed voice. By this time, Hermione was looking mortified and Ron looked like he was going to burst out laughing at any moment. Harry figured that he needed to step in.

"Listen, will you stay if Hermione promises not to try to free you in any way?"

The house elves seemed to think about it for a moment and Hermione opened her mouth to argue, but quickly shut it with a glare from Harry. The house elves nodded warily that if Hermione kept her end of the deal then they would stay in the same room with her. Hermione, by this time was blushing bright red and looked like she would cry.

The house elves went back to cleaning after Harry told them that they were all going to turn in and that they should tell the other house elves of their deal. The elves all nodded furiously before Harry and Ron walked over to Hermione and Harry put an arm around her shoulders and led her from the room.

They were silent all the way to Gryffindor Tower. Even then, Hermione only bid them a soft "Goodnight," before she went off to bed. Harry and Ron exchanged worried glances but went to their dormitory as well.

"Mate, those house elves reminded me a lot of us and V-Voldemort," he confided in Harry.

"Yeah, the way they won't even say her name and she just walked into the room and they all fled in terror, it was creepy," Harry replied.

"I mean, when did all that 'You-Know-Who' stuff start? Voldemort couldn't have just come out and said, 'Fear my name.' It's just strange," Ron went on. Harry was secretly very impressed with his best friend. For years Ron had never said Voldemort's name, and now he was being all philosophical about it all. It reminded him that they were all growing up.

~*~

Harry's relationship with Professors Snape and Scrubb was quite odd. Snape, not as much odd as Scrubb was.

Every time he passed him in the halls or saw him at meals, no words were exchanged but the professor would send him a glare which clearly states, 'Try and become my friend and I will show you what an evil potion's master can really do.'

Harry, for his part, had no inclination to try and get to know either of the professors better. To him, the fact that they happened to be a part of his life when he was a small child did not matter to Harry in the slightest. To him the present was the present and the past should be forgotten at all costs.

Professor Scrubb seemed to hold an entirely different idea of what should happen in regards to their relationship. He was constantly sending Harry bright smiles and looks of what were supposed to be, 'You can come talk to me any time and we'll be great pals,' but that Harry interpreted as, 'I feel bad that your childhood stunk, so I'll make up for it now by piling on the pity.'

Harry did not want any pity nor to be victim to the potions master, so had taken to avoiding both whenever he could. He never spoke in Defense Against the Dark Arts unless he was specifically called on and even then all he said was a blunt, "I don't know."

Needless to say, Professor Eustace Scrubb was getting fed up. There was nothing the young professor could do, though, as Harry did the essays on his classmates well. He would even go so far as to say that Harry's was the best. Strange how Harry was able to gather more information on his classmates than anyone else, even the Granger girl. Although she did have a lot of information crammed into each essay, hers was mostly statistical information. Harry seemed to be able to get to the heart of his classmates and what made them tick. A good quality to have.

~*~

Two weeks later, Harry received a letter from a strange brown owl that he had never seen before. The first thing that came to his mind was that it might be from Sirius, but he halted that train of thought, Sirius would use a more interesting bird. Yes, that must be why this letter wasn't from him.

Mr. Harry Potter-

This is to inform you that your sessions will continue with a different therapist who will hopefully be better suited to your special needs.

Janice Andreski

Harry smiled. That had just been way too easy. He vaguely wondered who his next therapist would be but figured it wouldn't matter. He did not need a therapist. Whoever thought that they were going to gain some small amount of fame by treating the Boy-Who-Lived had another thing coming. Smiling to himself, he followed his friends out of the Great Hall and to their first class.

Hermione was shooting him suspicious glances since they were headed off to potions and Harry was practically skipping while humming what was an obnoxiously happy tune. Harry just wasn't like that, something was going on with him; she just had to find out what. It must have had something to do with that owl that came to him at breakfast.

"Harry, what did the owl say?" she questioned.

"Well, Hermione," Harry began with a straight face, "I don't rightly know. You see, owls are unable to speak English. It has to do with their vocal cords, they can't physically do it; so the answer to your question would be: nothing that normal human minds can understand." Ron broke into a huge grin.

"Potter one, Granger nothing."

"Ron, be quiet. Seriously, Harry, what did your letter say?" Hermione said with a scowl on her face.

Harry sighed, "Alright, it was a message informing me that I am switching therapists."

"Harry, your therapist can't just switch on you without a reason. Why would she? You said the sessions were going great. You aren't skipping like Occlumency, are you?" she asked suspiciously.

Harry's eyes narrowed at the reminder of the previous year. "No, Hermione, I am not skipping, I have gone to every session and answered every question she asked me honestly. She said that this new therapist would better suit my special needs."

"There you go, 'Mione, Harry just has special needs," Ron broke in. Hermione let it go and instead chose to snap at Ron to use her full name, but she was still darting glances at Harry throughout Potions.

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To my reviewers:

The_Golden_Trio – Yeah, I took a while longer to update this time, sorry.

Tati1 – now, now, don't worry about harry, and was snape ever nice to begin with?

Starangel2106 – Hey! I think I read one of your stories! Er, yeah, anyways, thanks, and I'm glad that's cleared up!

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Rhysel Ash – He he, I know, Harry can be evil when he wants to be.

ERMonkey, Queen of Insanity – Thanks! I'm glad you liked that part!

Nicoletta – I have only been to a guidance counselor who tried to make me talk to her after I had three people die, she annoyed me so I annoyed her back, hehe, oh the inspiration!

Tielle- Yes, I do feel bad for Harry, but worse for the therapist!

Wynjara – I think that I am going to have several therapists hurt me for writing that part…

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Kateri1 – Thanks, I know what you mean, I get that feeling all the time when I read stories and Harry just all of the sudden opens up and tells his life story to some complete stranger or to Snape, just so unrealistic.

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Penny – who knows what snape and Eustace were looking for, I just don't think that they expected that.

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