I have had a super busy week! Short chapter, but loads of things going on. Not much Tate/Harry.

I do not own HP or AHS

Chapter 6

"So that's your diagnosis? I'm a psychopath?"-Tate Langdon

Someone was calling him.

That didn't happen often anymore unless it was Michael or Harry. It wasn't either of them though because Harry had taken Michael out of the house for the day.

Tate paused for a moment before appearing before his summoner.

It was Ben.

They were in Ben's old office. Ben was sitting in his chair with his notepad and a pen. Tate hesitated before sitting on the couch.

"Ben?"

"It's been awhile since we have had a session, Tate. Tell me about Harry." Ben continued to act as if he hadn't ignored Tate for the last three years. He slipped into his role as a therapist flawlessly.

Most ghosts could do that. Slip into the major role they had played in life.

That's probably why Tate killed people to solve his problems. Although, that didn't bother Tate as much as it used to. Tate lay on the couch and told him an edited version of his relationship with Harry. No one but Tate needed to know how old Harry really was and exactly what he was.

Ben took notes while Tate was talking. Halfway through he pulled out an older notebook and began flipping through it and comparing notes.

Tate showing less homicidal tendencies was the biggest difference he noted. The manic or sometimes empty look in his eyes was gone. He seemed genuinely happy for the first time since Ben had met him.

Tate had been right so long ago. He had been getting better.

It wasn't Ben that was doing it though.

Ben was sure it had started with Violet; however, Tate's previous infatuation was nothing compared to what he felt for Harry. His relationship with Violet was destructive and brought both of them much pain. Tate's need to please Nora, one of the original owners of the house, had conflicted with his need to keep Violet happy.

Due to his conflicting goals everything had imploded, the Harmon family had died, Tate and Violet's relationship had ended horribly, and Tate had ended up more alone than before.

However, now it seemed as if Tate no longer felt the urge to please others, besides Harry and Michael.

Ben looked at his patient. He still believed that Tate was a psychopath, but as long as he fixated on Harry it seemed as if his homicidal tendencies were curbed. Briefly, he pondered why Tate seemed to focus on Harry so completely. Nora and Violet no longer held any sway.

The timer on the table went off jarring him from his thoughts. Tate stopped talking and looked at Ben unsurely.

"I asked you once, a long time ago, if we could be friends. Does this mean…?" Tate trailed off hesitantly.

Ben stared at the boy contemplatively.

"I expect at least a one hour session with you every time Harry and Michael leave the house." Ben leaned down and slipped his notebooks and pens back into his bag.

Ben looked up into the boy's hopeful eyes.

Ben had made his decision.

Violet would not be happy.

Tate met Harry and Michael at the door when they returned. He pulled Harry into a long kiss that left him breathless.

"What was that for?" Harry grinned dopily. Tate just smiled back happily.

"I made dinner."

After dinner they sat in the living room and played with Michael. They were playing with Legos and building a castle with a moat. The small child was talking animatedly about the witch inside that pretended to be a princess and ate everyone who tried to rescue her.

Michael was a very imaginative child.

Vivien Harmon had spoken with her husband and she was not happy with his decision.

Now, looking over the small family she wasn't so sure.

Tate was playing with their son and every few minutes would lean over and give Harry a peck on the lips much to the green-eyed boys delight. They looked like a real family.

Vivien's eyes lingered on Michael, her and Tate's biological son. She hadn't had much to do with the boy since he had been born. Constance had taken him away and no one in the house had seen him since. She wasn't sure if Constance had raised him right, probably not, but Harry seemed like a capable and loving parent. Vivien sighed and looked down at the eternal newborn in her arms, Michael's twin brother that had died mere moments after being born.

She would never see this child grow up, but she could watch Michael.

Tate had wronged her. He had wronged her family, but he had given her something precious.

Vivien would not side with Tate, but she would not go against him either.

Everything was going wrong.

Violet couldn't believe this was happening.

What was wrong with the people in this house?!

Tate had killed most of them. Hell, even his mother Constance had killed some of them. Violet didn't even trust Michael no matter how young he was. She didn't care that he was her half-brother.

That family was evil.

They were dangerous and everyone was willing to look the other way now that Harry had come. Tate could pretend to be good as much as he wanted, but Violet knew the truth. Tate was the darkness.

Couldn't they see that Tate would hurt Harry too?

Couldn't they see that it was better for Harry to leave?

Couldn't they see that Tate deserved to be alone?

AN: Oh Violet…I sense a bitter ghost.