Voldemort Takes Therapy
Disclaimer: (goes to get mirror) Nope, still not JK Rowling.
A/N: If you're coming back to read this next chapter than I thank you, I know the first wasn't anything that special but I promise that this fic will get much better as the chapters go on. Enjoy!
Chapter 2:
Doctor Crane wrote down his opinion of Voldemort's last comment. Then he asked, "Now, is there any other influences from the outside world, from a follower, an enemy, a family member, that could be causing your anger?"
Voldemort thought about it for a moment, "I guess that the pressure of being a good leader to my fellow Death Eaters could cause something like that."
"Do they ever expect too much of you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Do you ever feel like their expecting too much out of you? More than you can handle?"
Voldemort realized that that was exactly the case. He sniffled once or twice as he said, "They do I guess. They always expect me to be this and that. It puts a lot of pressure on a guy. You know." Voldemort held in the tears that were building up; not realizing that he was going a bit emo.
"Tissue?" Crane offered, holding out a box of tissues for him.
"Thanks," Voldemort sat up in the chair and took one. He struggled to get the tissue in place. Bad nose job.
A/N: Yes it was short, I know. But after that last sentence I was like, "You know what, I'm done." So, yeah, I don't think this was that much better then first chapter, but the next chapter involves Voldemort getting his rage out in a healthy way. Stay tuned!