Disclaimer:  since we all know I don't own it let's hang up with the lawyers

Author's Note: Wow, I hadn't expected to get so many reviews asking for a continuation (of Wicked Angels). I really was gonna leave it at that but, well I changed my mind. I got a review suggesting Harry get counseling, so that's exactly what this story is about. Might be Drabble, I'm not sure, also, if you want to find out what happened between Sev and Lupin head to and check out "I'm With You" (same penname). Thanks and hope u enjoy

Chapter 1:  Living With It

"Harry," Dr. Laurel sighed, "You can't expect me to help you if you don't talk to me."

"I don't want you to help me!" Harry snapped.

"And why not?"

"Because I'm fine!"

"Talking to Mr. Lupin, and Professor Dumbeldore, and Professor Snape is not fine Harry, they're not professionals, they can't help you."

"Like you know anything! You weren't there! You didn't see! He was there! He helped me! He knows what I'm feeling-"

"mm-hmm." Mr. Laurel nodded gently, taking notes. Harry got up from his seat and slapped it out of his hand.

"I don't care how many PhD's you have! You can't help me! I'm over it! Why do you insist on making me relive it over and over again?!"

"Because we're worried about you. Professor Snape had you alone in a vulnerable position, you said yourself you were out most of the time-"

"HE DIDN'T RAPE ME! IT WAS PONESS!"

"Honestly Harry, Poness is a Ministry Official-"

"SO FUCKING WHAT?! WHAT ABOUT UMBRIDGE?! OR CROUCH?! THEY WERE IN THE MINISTRY AND THEY WERE REALLY OFF THEIR ROCKERS!"

"Go on Harry let it out."

"FUCK YOU! YOU DON'T REALLY CARE ABOUT WHAT'S GOING ON! AND I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK! SNAPE HELPED ME! AND HE WAS THERE WHEN I NEED HIM! HE WOULDN'T RAPE ME AND THEN START A FRIENDLY CHAT I'M SORRY!" Harry yelled and stomped towards the door.

"Doesn't it make you wonder Harry? Snape hated your father and you, why would he help you?" Laurel sighed as Harry swung the door open.

"It's simple: Dumbledore." He snapped, and slammed the door shut behind him. He was so furious he didn't pay any attention to where he was going. He just stomped on, thoughts going insane through his head. How could he even THINK that Snape would do such a thing?! He would never! Not ever!

It is a little strange Harry, he does have a point.

Yeah he does, but Sev told me. Dad saved his life, there's no way he can repay him.

Sev? We're calling him Sev now?

What we it's only me…damn I've lost my mind.

Look mate, I trust Snape too, but maybe we should have another chat with him. I mean…it would be nice. I've missed him.

yeah…I really have missed him. Okay, we'll go to his place. Where am I anyway?

 Potter stopped dead in his tracks and took a quick glance around. He was in London, the Dursleys had dropped him off (all too happily, hoping he was insane and would have to be sent to an asylum). They said they would pick him up as soon as his hour was up. He checked his watch, he'd left a half hour early, okay, no problem, he doubled back and went into Diagon Alley, shooting straight for the Owlery he snagged a minute owl and wrote a quick letter.

Sev,

 It's Harry, I went to my third shrink session and it was bullshit. He thinks you had a go at me! That wanker! I left early, I can't stand talking to stupid people, but I really wanna talk to you. Can I come by? I would have gone straight over, but I have no clue where you live. Send the owl back quick, the Muggles should be here in about twenty minutes and I'd really like to know. Guess I'll hear from you soon

 Harry

Checking it over, and deciding it was fine he dropped a few sickles on the counter and it was off. Harry walked back out into the Muggle world and waited. He waited, and waited, and waited, which irritated him more and more. Minute Owls were supposed to be very fast (experience with Pig), what was taking so long? He checked his watch every three seconds or so, and then the Dursley's pulled up.

"Well don't just stand there! Come on boy!" Vernon barked, Harry scanned the sky one more time, when a tiny owl flapped onto the roof of the car. Harry snatched it, and pulled the letter from it's beak. It zoomed off happily.

"What's that?" Vernon demanded.

"A letter." Harry snapped. As he ripped it open.

Harry,

       Shrinks do have a way of knowing absolutely nothing, I'm sorry you had to go through that, but what do you think? Do you believe I "had a go at you"? Is that why you want to come over? Either way no,  I don't mind, you're free to come. I live in Surrey, at the end of Thurmwald Way, the manor on the hill. No one comes up here but you wont be noticed, I guess I'll see you soon then.

Severus Snape

Harry smiled wide. Vernon was tapping his foot impatiently.

"I need a ride."

"What!? I am not your chauffer-"

"It's my teacher, he wants to see me." He stated simply, and the look on Vernon's face changed quickly.

"Well I wont be driving you all around England!"

"No, he lives in Surrey." Harry gave him the instructions and they were off merrily (well Harry anyway). Petunia bit her tongue along the way as they drove up the hill (the gates opened on their own), and parked. Harry rang the bell, which echoed through out the house. A tiny house elf answered the door.

"Ah! Master Potter! Come on please sir! Come in!" Harry gave Vernon a sarcastic wave, and entered. The house was immense, he never thought Snape to be a poor man, but this wealth HAD to rival the Malfoys, he didn't need money why did he work?

maybe he likes teaching

I would have NEVER guessed.

"This way sir!!!" The elf squeaked, and he was lead into a drawing room with Snape at a lovely desk…grading papers. Harry fought the urge to smile, Snape motioned for him to sit. The elf offered tea, it was another second before he finally addressed him.

"So what brings you Harry?"

"That stupid shrink! Can you believe that wanker?"

"In a way, he does have a point. You were in a perfectly vulnerable position. What's not to say half of the scars didn't come from me?"

"But you wouldn't do that!" Harry stammered

"And you're right about that. So what's this really about?"

"…..he asked me why you helped me. You hated my dad and you hate me, or…well you don't anymore right?"

"You said because my dad is dead that you don't think you can ever repay him now…that is why you helped me right?"

"Yes."

"Right! See?! That prick doesn't know anything! I don't see why I have to see him!"

"Because Vernon wrote to Dumbledore wondering what the hell had happened to his nephew while at school."

"Vernon? Worried about me?!"

"No, you scream in your sleep, it kept him awake."

"Yeah." Harry sighed staring at the ground.

"How are you sleeping? Nightmares still?"

"Yeah. They're getting better, just ending differently."

"How?"

"Umm…" He stopped to laugh, "In one Dudley comes and sits on him. In another I have my wand and kill him, and in another everything goes the same…except when you and I talk."

"What different about it?"

Moron! Moron! Idiot! Why did you bring that one up?! Stupid naïve little-

"Harry?"

"We don't talk." He answered simply.

"What then?" He slowly raised his eyes to meet his. The puzzled look on Snape's face quickly vanished. "Oh…um…well…it's just a dream…no one has control over their dreams," he stood up and walked to a cupboard Harry had yet to notice. "I thought you would be having trouble so brewed you a Dreamless Sleep Draught-"

"I want to."

"Pardon?"

"In my dream, we aren't even talking about anything like that, but I want to…and so we do." Harry got up from his seat and traced the Potion Master's steps. Harry began to unbutton his shirt, but a bigger stronger hand grabbed both of his.

"Harry this isn't-this-we can't."

"Why not?"

"Because I'm your teacher-"

"Not now you're not. We're not in school." Sev's grip was becoming weaker, staring into those magnificent green globes, he thought he would drown. "Tell me you don't want me Sev." Harry tested, moving closer, standing on his tip toes, kissing him gently. The Potion Master's response was not what was right, but it was what he wanted. He picked the boy up by his hips and strattled him against the desk, when suddenly he felt his lips freeze, his back lock up, and his hands grip his robes in terror.

"Not here." He whispered into his ear, lifted him off the desk, and lead him to the nearest bedroom.

Okay chap one, it's long that's why I'm stopping here. There won't be another chap until I get some reviews, so click and type away. Thanks a lot. And by the way my British readers: please don't kill me. I don't know if that street Sev lives on is real (I made it up) I know nothing about Surrey ::bursts into tears Winky style:: SPARE ME!!!