Four years ago when Voldermort had just been defeated Harry threw down Godric's sword to the side of his enemy's body and looked around at the hundreds of wounded and dead.

Bodies covered the Hogwarts grounds, the side of the light had lost as many as the dark side, perhaps more. One among many of the dead had been Ron Weasly, Harry's school friend.

After that day Harry had become more than the boy-who-lived, he was the Saviour, the boy who defeated Voldermort, the boy-who-lived-to-fight.

He hadn't uttered a single word after that day to any one. Not even Hermione who lived with him and cared for him.

They lived on the plot of land that Godric hollow had once stood upon, it was a small home with overly large grounds that included a stable and swimming pool.

It was there, in those two places, that Harry spent all his time. He enjoyed the solitude that it gave him, even in the depths of winter. It was Hermione who would take care of the house, do the cooking and the cleaning, Harry would help her if she needed it but mainly they just got on with life.

She often talked to him over meals though she never expected a reply, she just enjoyed talking to him, she didn't want Harry to have no one.

It was over such a meal, it happened to be dinner, that she mentioned inviting someone round the following day to help Harry speak again as she claimed it wasn't healthy for him to remain silent.

He said nothing but continued eating but he had such an expression that he didn't approve of this person who was coming to their home.

When he turned up the next morning Hermione opened the door and greeted him as Harry had disappeared up to the stables to tend to his horse, Kenny.

She was surprised to see that it was Draco standing on her doorstep. She hadn't been expecting this. He seemed equally surprised to see on of the trio. Draco had been a spy for the order before the great battle of Hogwarts and had fought bravely against Voldermort and his father.

He and the trio had become quite close in their seventh year after six years of loathing, but after Harry had gone mute Draco had left to study at Wizarding University and they had lost contact.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him still in a state of disbelief.

"I was sent here by the firm I work for, when I saw your name I didn't dare to believe it was actually you, it's so good o see you."

"You too." The two of them embraced in a hug, it was somewhat a relief to see one another again.

"So how's Harry doing?"

"Not good, he hasn't spoken a word in four years, since Ron...I'm sorry...we all thought that he'd snap out of it himself but he just hasn't."

"And you think it could be related to the death of Ron."

"Well I can't think of anything else."

"In my experience of these matters..."

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Yes please...in my experience of these matters I find that the patient has suffered more than just one lose, in this case however it could be a number of things, one as you say Ron but what also must be considered is the fact he murdered some one, that he has been the cause of many deaths and also that he couldn't save more in the final battle. I think that all of his emotions have built up over time and have been eating away at him, so he suddenly snapped."

Hermione passed him a steaming cup of tea and offered him a seat at the kitchen table which he took and she sat down opposite them.

"It sounds as if you deal with these cases a lot."

"As I am told many times, cases such as these are a speciality of mine. Six out of seven cases I have been able to help."

"I hope you can help Harry, I miss him so much sometimes, it will be good for him to see an old face after so many years, should I take you to him?"

"If you could that would be appreciated, where does he spend all his time most often?"

"Either with his horses, or in the swimming pool and at night he sits in his room reading."

"So he prefers to be alone rather than in your company."

"Yes, we eat together at meal times and sometimes I talk to him then but otherwise I watch him in the grounds."

The two finished their tea and Hermione stood up, Draco followed suite and went after her as she walked out of the back door into the grounds. It was a cool autumn day and there was a slight breeze, it was clear winter would soon be upon them.

They walked up a steep path towards a small building that smelt strongly of manure. Hermione knocked on the door before entering so not to startle Harry.

"Harry, some one here to see you." She called heading past two full horse boxes before stopping at the third and last, peering in. "You can't hide in there all day, and besides you might like who it is."

Draco heard rummaging from inside before the door swung open and out came Harry Potter, he had changed drastically since the final battle. His hair was longer and tied back into a messy pony tail, he no longer needed his glasses, and without them his eyes were left to sparkle brilliantly in the little light that flooded through the dirty little windows. His body was more toned than quiditch could ever have got it, in all honesty he looked great, better than he ever had as a school boy at Hogwarts.

Harry seemed stunned to see Draco standing before him staring at him. Not shocked enough to speak however so he just shut the door and locked the door. He nodded his greeting and walked over to the tap just past his two friends and began to fill up three buckets with water.

"I'll leave you two alone then, I'll be down at the house if you need anything." Hermione said before departing leaving Harry and Draco alone.

The Gryffindor finished filling the three bright red buckets and set about putting them in each box for his horses to drink.

"I know this may seem the most stupid first question I could ask you but it is the most important, why did you stop talking?"

A look of understanding came over Harry's face as he pushed past the blonde and continued going about his daily routine.

"Harry, stop what your doing now, I'm going to help you overcome this before it kills you, I've seen cases like this before, you wallow in your depression not letting any one in and before long your going to snap and try and kill yourself."

Draco could see frustration and anger building up inside of Harry but that was good, anything to make him say something. However he wasn't expecting a bucket of ice cold water levitating behind him to be tipped all over him.

Harry wasn't out of practise when it came to magic it seemed. A triumphant smirk spreading across the Gryffindors face.

So what did you think? One of my ideas that I thought up on holiday, I hope you like it. Five views gets the next chapter up. Any suggestions to the story line welcome. SSxxxxxx