A/N: You love me! You really love me! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and left sequel titles. A couple of you made a good point: making a title is hard if you don't know what is going to happen. Sorry guys. I can't really tell you, though some of you know my writing enough to have taken a guess. I guess you'll find out soon. For now, on to the chapter!

Dear Matthew,

I need your help with Harry. Since the whole thing with Voldemort, he has changed, in more ways than one. The most disturbing change is his sleeping habits. His nightmares disturb me, and all I see are his reactions to them. He won't talk to me, or tell me what is in his dreams. He has also been waking up early, exactly how early I am unsure, but I do know it is before the sun comes up. Generous estimations put his amount of sleep at maybe three, four hours a night. He has turned snappish, but that could be from his lack of sleep. His eating habits are back to what they had been when we first had him brought here. He's quiet and moody. I don't know what to do. Please advise me.

Tom,

I will be there as soon as possible.

Matthew

Tom smiled at the note and called Nellie. She popped up and bowed. "Please prepare Matthew's room. He will be joining us shortly." Nellie disappeared. Tom sat down in his chair and stared out the window. Harry was out on the grounds, kicking around his football. He had been unpleasantly surprised when he had found his favorite football as clean as they day he had bought it. Nellie had gotten to it and washed it while Harry was at school. Harry had not been pleased and was determined to undo all the "damage" Nellie had inflicted.

Tom reached up and tapped on the window. Harry stopped and turned around. Tom pointed to his watch and Harry waved to show that he understood. He picked up his ball and came towards the house. Harry had a week left at home and until Hogwarts would resume for the rest of the year. Tom only hoped that Mathew would be able to help Harry in that time. He didn't want to send Harry back to school if something was seriously wrong. He wanted his son near him in that case.

"Hi, Tom." Harry came into the sitting room. "Time for lunch already?"

"In just a few minutes." Tom said, looking over Harry. How in the world did he manage to get so dirty playing football by himself? "Go get cleaned up." Harry nodded and went back down the hallway and up the stairs. Tom moved to the dining room and sat at the table. Harry joined him a few minutes later in clean clothing. Lunch appeared before them as Harry put his napkin in his lap. "Looks like Nellie thought we were hungry." Tom said, seeing chicken soup, sandwiches, and cobbler appear. Harry nodded and started on his sandwich. "Did you have fun outside?" Harry gave him an odd look, but nodded. "Matthew will be here later."

"Is he staying for dinner?" Harry asked. Tom smiled at his eagerness. It seemed like Harry wanted to see Matthew again.

"I do believe that he intends to make this a visit." He told the boy.

"You think that I'm that crazy?" Harry asked, sipping his juice.

"I never said you were crazy, and you know that." Tom told him. Harry had the grace to at least look ashamed for his comment.

"Sorry." Harry reached up and massaged his forehead. "May I be excused?"

"You haven't eaten anything yet." Tom said, shaking his head.

"I'm not really hungry." Harry said in a small voice. The boy put down his glass and sighed. "I don't think I can eat all of this." Tom's face grew concerned.

"You barely touched your breakfast and now you don't want lunch." Tom said with a worried tone. He reached out and placed his hand on Harry's forehead. "Are you ill, Harry?" Harry shook his head.

"No, I'm just not very hungry." He shrugged. "That's all." Tom pursed his lips before nodding.

"Eat your soup and then you may be excused." Harry smiled and picked up his spoon. Tom watched out of the corner of his eye as Harry ate the entire serving. Harry looked to Tom for permission to leave. "Alright, you may go." Harry pushed back from the table and stood.

"Thank you, Tom." He paused. "You wanted the Charms essay this evening?" He asked. Tom looked up, surprised that Harry had finished his schoolwork. He was on break.

"Yes, but I hadn't expected you to finish it." Harry shrugged again.

"I'm almost done. Just some proofreading to do." Harry left the room and Tom heard him go up to his bedroom. Tom sat in silence for a while until the Floo dumped Mathew on the carpet. Tom stood to greet him.

"Ta-da! Fell out of the Floo!" Matthew looked up. "Aw, Harry missed it. Where's the kid? I planned that for him." Matthew got to his feet and took Tom's offered hand.

"He's in his room, finishing a Charms essay." Tom informed him. "Have you eaten?" Matthew brushed dust off his cloak and shook his head. "Have a seat, then. Nellie will be delighted." A place setting appeared before Matthew.

"Harry is coming to finish his, right?" Tom shook his head.

"He said he wasn't hungry." Matthew raised an eyebrow. "I asked that he eat his soup, which he did, and I excused him." Matthew sat down and looked at his own.

"Uh-huh." Matthew looked at the bowl. "Not very big." He said. Tom grimaced.

"It was more than he had at breakfast." Tom told Matthew, his worry for Harry coming through. Nellie popped up at that moment, twisting her ears in distress.

"Nellie, what's wrong?" Tom asked, pulling her hands away from her ears.

"It's Master Harry!" She wailed. "Master Harry is sick in his bathroom, and he won't listen to Nellie to go to bed and call you!" She broke down into tears.

"What do you mean by 'getting sick'?" Tom asked. Matthew answered from the doorway of the dining room.

"He's vomiting. I can hear him from here." Matthew turned to Nellie.

"Please take him a Stomach Calming Draught and ask him to lie down." Matthew told her. "Tell him that if he does not lie down, you will be telling Master Riddle about him being sick. He'll listen to you then." Nellie smiled a bit through her tears and nodded. "Come back here when you're done." Nellie disappeared. Tom stood.

"I really think that I should check on him." Tom said, glancing up as though he could see Harry through the floor.

"Harry thinks that he's pulling one over on you, Tom. Let him get away with it for now." Tom frowned and jumped when he heard Nellie pop back in.

"Master Harry took his medicine and is in bed, though he refused pajamas." Nellie told them. "Master Harry told Nellie that he has finished his school work, so Nellie gave him his favorite book from the library." Tom smiled at that. Sherlock Holmes had become one of Harry's favorites when he had come here, and now it was as dog-eared as his copy of "Animagus Transformations".

"Excellent work, Nellie." Matthew told her. "Thank you for your help. We'll take care of him from here." Nellie bowed and disappeared. "I know what you're thinking." Matthew's comment startled Tom. "I'm a horrible, cruel person for not allowing you to check on him." Tom regarded the man.

"To put it bluntly, yes." Tom told him, sulking just a bit. Matthew smiled and shook his head.

"I need to talk to you before I talk to Harry. That, and if we play our cards right, I will get to see one of his nightmares." Tom sighed and sat back down.

"You are the doctor." Tom said. "I'm sure you know what you're doing, but that doesn't mean I have to like it." Tom sighed. "What do you need to know?" Matthew pulled out Tom's letter and re-read it.

"You said that these changes happened since then Voldemort thing." Tom nodded. "Directly after or immediately? Or did it take a few days?" Tom thought back. When had his son changed?

"His eating habits have changed since he woke up after the death of Voldemort. If he can get away with not eating, he will do so. If we are having a meal together, he'll eat less than normal. This is the first time he has become ill, however." Matthew nodded, pulled out a pen and notebook and began taking notes.

"And his sleep habits?" Matthew asked, not looking up from his notes.

"His first few days were spent mostly unconscious. If he had any dreams, I'd doubt he can recall them at all. Once he started sleeping normally, he would sleep for long periods of time. He only had one dream that I know of. Once he saw me sitting there, he calmed down and went back to sleep right away. Now, it takes him a few minutes to realize where he is, who I am, and that he had been dreaming." Tom recalled. What had changed? What was bothering Harry? Matthew wrote a few more notes and nodded.

"You're doing fine, Tom." He reassured his friend. "What are his reactions like when he wakes up now?" Matthew asked, pausing in his notation.

"Violent." Tom answered immediately. "Frightening."

"Violent in what way? Does he hit you?" Tom shook his head.

"No, violent as in jerking awake. He acts as though someone is fighting him, or after him. He's panicked and scared." Matthew scribbled something and motioned for Tom to continue. "He usually trembles a bit and cries, before falling asleep."

"Have you given him Dreamless Sleep potion?" Matthew said suddenly, tossing his notebook aside. He relaxed a bit into his chair and steepled his fingers.

"He refuses to take it." Tom said, sighing as his frustration grew. "He told me that he doesn't want to become addicted to anything ever again." Tom stared out the window. "I can't say that I blame him." Matthew nodded.

"Addiction is a powerful weakness. Harry, above all, should know how powerful it is." The two sat in silence for a few minutes. "I hope he is asleep by now." Matthew said, startling Tom out of his own thoughts.

"Oh? Why is that?" Tom asked.

"I want to see one of his reactions." Matthew told him. "He will be unguarded in that moment, no masks in place. I can learn a great deal from an unguarded reaction." Tom mumbled something like "meanie", but Matthew decided that Tom wouldn't be that infantile. The two finished their lunch and were playing chess by the time Matthew was rewarded. They both knocked over the chess set when they heard Harry scream. Neither noticed that the windows startled to rattle.

A/N: Okay, I know I've disappointed you because it's short, but that's all the Muse would allow. I'll update again soon once I have worked out the next chapter. I have stuff, it's just not in order. Enjoy! I'm off to bother Emma to get her to update too!