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Log 2

Snape reclined back in his seat, staring at the silent teen across from him. They had been like this for the past 4 sessions and the silence was starting to grate on Snape's nerves. Stupid brat doesn't even say a word coming in! He really loathed the upcoming sessions if this was all they were going to do for the two hours.

"So, I heard that you just moved here? Where did you live before?" Snape asked, trying to, once again, conjure up even a one-worded conversation.

"Atlanta." Harry mumbled, looking away.

Snape smiled inwardly, "Why did you move?" He saw instantly that it was the wrong question to ask based on how the boy froze like a statue, "Nevermind. So, tell me about yourself." He amended quickly.

Harry glared heatedly at him, "Oh yes I'm breaking down now, is that what you are thinking? Hah. Don't try and bullshit me by pretending that you actually care, I know all about your kind." Harry said, eyes glittering with malice.

Snape's quirked an eyebrow, "Oh? And what, daresay, do you know about… 'our kind'?"

Harry scoffed, "You ask all these personal questions, put on a sweet caring façade, then when we tell you everything you just tell us to get a life and move on. You are only bothering to care because you are in it for the money." said Harry, sneering triumphantly.

Snape's eyes narrowed slightly, contemplating his next move, The brat's smart, he knows how most psychiatrists work… Well, he hasn't met a psychiatrist like me obviously. "Hmph, so, how many psychiatrists have you been to if you know so much about us?" Snape said quietly, already knowing the answer.

"Fifteen." Harry replied, getting out of his seat in agitation. He walked over to the window on the far side of the room, staring at the little forms of people walking down the street along the sidewalks, the cars blowing their horns in traffic, and the smog circulating in the air. He sighed, mumbling to himself, "People are so stupid and gullible…"

Snape got up slowly, leaning against the side of his desk, "How so?" he asked.

Harry glanced back at him, before staring out the window again, "Trusting people, letting themselves have friends only to be betrayed by them in the end." His eyes glazed over in memories, Snape forgotten.

Snape jumped at the opportunity, "What happened?" he asked smoothly, coaxing Harry.

"I…I…let them die…I…all I ever did was hurt them…" Harry's voice cracked, tears threatening to spill. He hugged his small frame closely, acting as if he was trying to hold himself together. Snape tilted his head to the side,

"Harry…?"he asked.

The boy looked up at him in shock before looking away in disgust, "Shit…" he mumbled. He turned, running out of the office and into the conjoining hallway.

Snape didn't bother following him, he knew it wouldn't help any, it would only make things worse. He sat back down in his desk, calling up the receptionist via speakers. Her voice filtered through the speaker,

"Yes, Doctor?" she asked cheerfully.

"Do you have the home number of a Harry James Potter on record?" Snape asked, pulling out said boy's file. He flipped through the pages he had read this morning, stopping where he had left off.

"Yes, I do. It's 410-978-4532... Is there something wrong? I saw him run out, he looked terrible I might add." Her voice dropped slightly, "I hope you weren't too hard on him Severus."

Snape chuckled softly to himself, "No…no, Fleur I did nothing of the sort. Now, that is all. Good day." He hung up the phone before picking it up again and dialing the number Fleur gave him. He sat through the dial tone, waiting for someone to pick up. Finally, after the fourth ring a man's voice spoke,

"Hello?" He said.

Snape paused, not recognizing the voice as Sirius's, "Um, does a Harry Potter live at this address?" asked Snape.

"Oh, Severus, nice to see--well, hear you again. It's Remus." Remus laughed slightly, before becoming serious, "What happened? Is something wrong with Harry?"

"No, well, I really don't know. He just ran out of my office around ten minutes ago. I just thought I would let you know before-hand. Also, I was wondering, do you live with Harry?" Snape asked, intrigued.

There was a pause over the phone, "Yes, I do. Sirius and I are his guardians. Why does this matter?" Remus asked cautiously.

"So you would know who his friends were that he had in…Atlanta?" said Snape into the receiver. He found the section in the file from when he was under the care of a Dolores Umbrdige in Atlanta. She had written that he hadn't had any friends that he mentioned in his sessions with her. Had Harry been lying before to satisfy him? Or was this new information that he hadn't told anyone? He was very convincing.

Remus whispered softly into the phone, "He's back, I'll call you later. He can't find me talking to you, at least not yet. Good bye." The phone clicked and went dead.

Snape sighed, deciding to flip through the pages to other sessions Harry had with Umrbridge during the past six months, looking for anything linking Harry to having friends or people he cared about. Still, like before, there was nothing mentioning friends or even acquaintances. He closed the file abruptly when another patient walked in, This is interesting indeed…

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Remus watched as Harry shrugged off his jacket and collapsed onto a comforter in the cozy living room. He approached cautiously in case Harry was still in one of his moods from the session, "Harry? What's wrong?" he asked after a lapsed silence.

Harry looked up at him, eyes raw from unshed tears, "I was stupid, I said something stupid." Harry whispered, looking back at the raging fireplace in front of him. He hugged his knees to his chest and rocked slowly in his seat.

Remus sighed, sitting down on one of the chairs nearest him. He leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees, "What did you do?"

Harry rocked faster, staring at the fire intently, "I told him something I never should have told anyone…I mentioned 'them'…" Harry nearly broke down at the look he was getting from Remus, guilt and pain, gods how he hated those emotions, especially when he caused them, "He will find out, that man will find out and I will have to run again…he will try to kill me again…" Harry fingered the scar on his forehead, wincing.

Remus jumped up instantly, kneeling in front of the brunette and grasping his hands tightly in his own, "That man will never get near you, I promise you that. I will protect you with everything that I got before I let that happen…" Remus said, eyes shining in determination, "You will not have to worry about that man any longer."

Harry stared at Remus with a distant look in his eyes, "You do not know him like I do. He will come after me…he will follow me to the ends of this earth if he has to…" Harry gripped his hair tightly between fingertips and let out a soft scream of annoyance, "I hate this! I hate this feeling of weakness! I hate it that I can't do anything about it! I can never bring them back!" A single lone tear trailed down his cheek, "I miss them so much…"

Remus embraced him tightly, "I miss them too Harry, I miss them too."

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It was around ten o'clock at night when Remus decided to call Severus back. Harry had went to bed an hour ago and Remus didn't expect Harry to get up any time soon, he had begun taking the sleeping pills prescribed to him by his personal doctor.

He went over into the bedroom Sirius and Remus shared, at least, until that night when they had fought. He really missed the dark-haired mutt but was hell bent not to cave first and go find the man. Sirius had taken to coming home late at night, sleeping on the couch and leaving early in the morning before anyone else had woken up. It always worried him how the man could disappear for so long without a trace or inkling to where he was going. He sighed, shaking his head and picking up the cordless they had in the room. He dialed the psychiatrist's number, knowing the man wouldn't have gone home yet since he was always the workaholic type. His hunch was right when Severus's voice filtered through,

"Finally, I was thinking that you had forgotten." Severus's voice deadpanned.

Remus rolled his eyes even though he knew the man couldn't see it, "Whatever, I was busy with Harry. Now what did you want to know? You should have gotten his file. That should have everything you need to know in it." Remus stated.

Severus scoffed, "All I got was his sessions with all his past psychiatrists. Not much use if you ask me. You've been doing this for a while I see." He chuckled softly.

Remus sighed, running his fingers through his hair, "This is not something amusing Severus, and I will not tolerate any of your snide remarks about it. Don't make me regret leaving Harry in your care, that man does not need anything else to go wrong in his life should you betray him." His voice held an icy detachment to it as he said this. He could imagine Severus, contemplating everything he said in that overly active brain of his.

"Do you know what triggered the relapse in his mental health?" Severus finally asked after a long pause.

"I cannot tell you that. It would be considered a betrayal to Harry if he should find out I told you." Remus muttered, "I can, however, get you his police record, that should help considerably."

"How do you expect me to help him if you can't tell me anything?" Severus demanded, annoyance tingeing his voice.

Remus sighed after a couple of minutes, sitting on the edge of the bed, "You remember Lily and James, right?" he asked tiredly.

"How could I forget James? He made my college life hell if you don't remember." Severus sneered.

"Then you must also know that he and Lily died a couple of years ago, correct?" Remus bit out, a feeling of dread clutching his heart.

There was a long pause before a soft 'no' filtered through, "How did this happen?" Severus asked.

"They were murdered by Harry's ex-boyfriend, Severus. Something happened between the two and that bastard decided to get back at him for it by killing his parents." Remus whispered, "He was going to kill Harry afterwards but we were able to save him before-hand, the bastard got away though. That is why we moved around so much, that man will not leave him alone. He found Harry in Atlanta and tried to kill him again but Harry was able to hold him off and get away to safety, which brings us here. Are you satisfied now, Severus? I've told you something that I promised myself that I wouldn't tell anyone ever again." Remus hissed.

"I'm sorry, Remus. I did not know it was that deep of a wound." Severus said with, what did Remus hear? Guilt? "Well, I would still like that police file please if you wouldn't mind giving it to me."

"Fine, Severus. Now, since I told you all this, I expect you to try your damn hardest to help Harry get past this. Please, I truly believe that you may actually be what he needs to move on." Remus admitted, smiling sadly.

"I will try Remus, although this does not mean I forgive you all for what you did to me all those years ago. Do not think for a second that I won't get you back." Severus said, not bothering to hide the threat directed solely to Sirius and himself.

Remus laughed heartily, "I wouldn't dream of it. Goodnight Severus."

"Good evening, Remus." Severus deadpanned before the line went dead.

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Author's Notes:

Well, here's chapter two! I think I did pretty good on this one, I had enough errors when I was done with it to fix (66 to be exact). I hope you all like it. If you have any questions or advice you may e-mail me with them or, REVIEW!

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