AN: This is not the only answer, but it is one.

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"Hello, Harry."

"Hello, Doctor."

"I'd like to jump right in today, if you don't mind. I'm afraid I had something come up unexpectedly, but I wanted to make sure we had a session today, especially considering what we talked about last time."

"That's fine. If you don't mind, what came up?"

"My daughter is going into labor. There should still be several hours before delivery, and pacing in the waiting room would do me no good, so I figure sticking to my scheduled appointments for the morning will eat up some of that time. Enough about me, let's get down to what's been happening for you lately. Anything new since last time?"

"Nothing much. I've had a few of the old nightmares, but only three or four of them. The breathing exercises we worked on a month ago have been helping me calm down."

"Good, that's good to hear."

"Yeah, I had a couple moments that I felt low, but I didn't think about, uh, the easy way out, except for once. And I went and talked to Hermione when it popped up. Not about, uh, that, but just talking."

"Mm-hmm. Well, we knew it wouldn't go away immediately. Very good distancing yourself from the moment, and not being alone. Have you been doing better with the self-reflection exercises?"

"I've been trying, but they aren't really working. I try to talk things through with Ron or Hermione, but with their new little one on the way, they've been pretty busy. Ginny… well, Ginny doesn't like to talk. I've tried to be honest with her, but I don't think we are connecting like we used to. Something just feels different."

"Well, you both are different. I'm not a relationship therapist, but I do have experience with this sort of thing. You both went through difficult circumstances independently of each other. You both learned to grow without each other. It doesn't mean you can't find a way to make it work, but it will take time and effort. Now, these low moments you mentioned, were they brought on by anything specific? That was part of the reflection exercises – to think about what might set a reaction off, and examine whether it was something you can cut from your life or something you will need to learn to deal with."

"Uh, the first one was because I heard one of the Wheeze's fireworks shows going off, and it flashed me back to the battle. The second one, I'm not totally sure. It could have been I was alone too long, and I started to dwell on people we lost. I was also just off a fight with Ginny, might have pushed it a bit too hard at practice. Maybe all three combined. The third time was when I went to Hermione. I think it was set off by a comment Ron made about wanting Ginny and I to get married already, and I started to spiral, just loneliness and unworthiness not letting me go. I – I don't know if you know this, but Hermione and I slept together, just slept, when we were on that long camping trip. It was the closest I've felt to having a family – not even the Weasley's make me feel that close to someone. I was so happy when she and Ron got together, but also sad, because I knew I could never have that closeness with her again…"

"…"

"…"

"… do you want to talk about those feelings, Harry?"

"… no, not right now. Maybe next time. Lets just keep going with the reflection exercises. After that third one, I went over and had tea with Hermione, and kept her company as she did some legislation drafting. Kind of felt like we were back in the Library doing essays, but this time I didn't have to do any writing. Ha-ha, I told her it felt like she was doing revisions on my essay, and she gave me The Glare."

"Ha-ha! That does sound like a good moment."

"Yeah, it was nice to feel that normalcy. Anyway, it broke me out of the spiral. The last time I got low was last night. I found some old pictures of my parents and Sirius and Remus at Hogwarts. I ripped Peter out, so it's a bit ragged there, but, uh, yeah."

"This looks like their graduation? Maybe after the ceremony seeing as they are all outside?"

"Yeah, that was what I was thinking. It, uh, reminded me that I didn't get to graduate, officially anyway. I got a diploma, took my NEWTS and everything like the rest of my class, but it reminded me that there were a dozen students who will never get even that, from all ages. Colin, Lavender, and so many, many others. I wasn't pushed into, uh, those thoughts, but it made me really sad and angry. My magic flared pretty badly, and I got a few new bruises from all the stuff flying around. How can people like Nott, or Parkinson, or Goyle, be out there, get to have a life, when the good people don't? It isn't fair."

"I need you to breathe, for me, Harry. Slow, deep breaths. Your magic is starting to flare again. No, no, don't worry, that's why this room is pretty spartan, not much for wild emotions to affect. Don't be embarrassed, you're hardly the first person to have to deal with wild emotions."

"Right, thanks Doctor. Sorry, anyways."

"Perfectly fine, Harry, perfectly fine. Now, I understand why you feel this way, but tell me more about why you think you are reacting so strongly. I want to process this with you."

"I guess, that I just, I don't like the fact that people who did such awful things get to live and love and even find happiness, when people like Colin, who was so earnest and happy and wanted to help, could die. People like Lavender, who had such depths to them that I never got a chance to really appreciate. She fought Greyback for 3 whole minutes, held him off and protected a group of 2nd and 3rd years long enough for them to get to safety. She took his right eye and three of his fingers with her. I wish I could have done something…"

"Harry, we've talked about this. You can't hold the guilt for every death-"

"But if I was faster! If I had just given myself to Voldemort at the start. If I had realized that stupid tiara was a ho-… If I had found it during the entire stinking year I spent exploring that room with Ginny, than I wouldn't have had to come back for it, and the battle could have happened somewhere else. I could have done something, I know it!"

"Harry. Look at me, Harry. Come on, eyes up. There we go. Harry, you are not at fault. No, don't look away. We've talked about this. I know this won't be the last time we talk about it, either. I know you don't believe me. But you. Are not. At fault. You did everything you could have been expected to. Merciful Merlin, you were just 17, Harry. Adult wizards 5 times your age couldn't have done better."

"… It just feels like so much, sometimes, y'know, Doctor?"

"I know, Harry."

"Yeah."

"…"

"…"

"Hey, Harry? I forgot to tell you, but my daughter wants to name her kid after you. I'm sure you already have a hundred little Hadrians and Harolds and Harriets running around the country, but I wanted to ask if it was alright if the kid had James or Jamie for their middle name, depending on gender?"

"… Yeah, I'd like that. Too many H's out there right now. Thanks for asking, too."

"Figured it would only be polite."

"What time do you need to leave? Don't want to keep you from your daughter."

"I've got about 30 minutes before I need to leave. Say, do you want to come with me? Not in a 'celebrity client' meet and greet sort of way, just a chance to see a baby, maybe hold them, depending on how you feel? Might be good for you to see some of the light at the end of the tunnel. I'd understand if you don't want to, I know you are working to straighten things out with Ginny right now, so seeing a family might not be exactly wha-"

"I think I'd like that, actually. As long as I'm not imposing?"

"Of course not. I invited you, so if anyone says anything, just let me take the heat, alright?"

"Alright. Thanks, Doctor."

"Call me Cyrus, Harry, at least while we're at the hospital. Don't want to confuse any of the silly medics while they are working."

"Thank you, Cyrus."

"No problem, Harry."

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