I hope you all enjoy this chapter! It's the longest one yet, and the one in which Harry starts questioning things more seriously and decides to actually start changing some things. I'm not partial to his sudddenly becoming a genius though, so be patient, his maturity will come slowly!

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Chapter 7

"Buenos Días Señora González (Good morning Mrs. González)" Harry said politely, closing the door behind him.

'Hello Harry, call me Carmen please' instructed the woman smiling in a friendly way. Harry nodded and looked around the room awkwardly, wondering what he should do. He had no idea how he had let Anto convince him to try going to the psychologist, but he was already starting to regret the idea. What was he supposed to say to her?

'Sit wherever you want, all the couches are available' Carmen told him, and he did so hesitantly. 'This session will mostly be us getting to know each other, so you will feel more comfortable with me'. Harry nodded and complied, though he doubted he would ever feel comfortable with someone poking into his life. Carmen told him a little about herself, her family and her studies, which admittedly made him relax slightly. At least she wasn't a complete stranger and he wouldn't have to talk the whole time.

'So, Harry, how old are you?' she asked interestedly.

'I turn fifteen at the end of this month' he replied, relieved at the casual question. Maybe this wouldn't be too bad. It could be just like the initial questions from Tía Ana, sans the lies and plus the clipboard.

'Where are you from?' she asked.

'England' he replied. She was looking at him like she wanted him to elaborate, so he vowed to keep his answers longer as to not disappoint her. 'From an area called Surrey, I live in a small town called Little Whinging' he elaborated. This seemed to interest her for some reason.

'Who do you live with there?' Harry tensed. It was a harmless question for her, maybe, but for Harry it implied a lot more.

'I live with my Aunt, Uncle and cousin' he replied 'My parents died when I was one year old, and I've been living at their home since then'. He could tell Carmen was surprised at the answer, but she tried not to let it show and wrote furiously on her clipboard.

'What are their names?' she prompted. Harry sighed. He didn't want to talk about the Dursleys any longer than necessary.

'Aunt Petunia is my mom's older sister, Vernon is her husband and Dudley is my cousin' he said shortly. She gave him a searching look.

'Do you get along with them?' she asked.

'Not really' he answered truthfully 'They hate me, actually, and it's mutual. They don't like magic'. He wasn't going to elaborate on their relationship, much less on their first meeting.

'Oh, so they are not magic? How about your parents?' she asked politely. He felt something fire up, but squashed it, remembering that in Spain the prejudice against muggleborns wasn't very common, and that the psychologist was only asking to know more about him.

'No, they are not magic. My parents were both magicals, but my mother was muggleborn. My dad was a pureblood'. Carmen looked confused, and he remembered that they used different terms here. Perfect, she probably had no idea what he was talking about. 'I mean my mom was a first-generation witch and my dad comes from a long line of witches and wizards. Those are the names we use for that in England' he clarified. He felt uncomfortable under her scrutiny.

'Interesting names' she commented 'I've heard in England there's conflict about blood and prejudice against first-generation wizards and witches'. Harry was surprised. He had never realized how obviously prejudiced names like 'muggleborn' and 'pureblood' sounded from the outside. He had always been taught those names in a non-offensive context, like they were the only ones that existed, but now that he thought about it, they were completely degrading for muggleborns.

'You have no idea' Harry muttered darkly. Carmen looked at him shrewdly, but chose not to comment, writing more on her clipboard.

'How did your parents die?' she asked gently, and Harry was startled again. Funnily, it was the first time anyone had asked him that question, not even Antonia had, perhaps feeling that it would be prying too much. And in Britain it was old news, of course.

'They were murdered by an evil wizard, his name is Lord Voldemort' Harry supplied shortly. Carmen kept looking at him intently, and he sighed. He did not want to talk about the deaths of his parents and his unwanted fame. 'He wanted to rid the world of muggleborns and muggles, and he had many followers who did killings and torture, I think it was for a long time' Harry said confused, realizing how little he actually knew about the man that wanted to kill him. Why hadn't he found out more? He hadn't even known he had followers until the World Cup! If he didn't know even the most basic details about Voldemort, how was he supposed to avoid him and stay alive?

'My parents fought against him, so he went after us' he continued uncertainly. Except that didn't make sense. Voldemort had come for him, not his parents. Why else would he have heard his mom begging Voldemort to take her life instead of Harry's and him telling her to step aside? What could have made him more important than two excellent fighters against his cause? And why had Voldemort even offer to spare his mother's life, when he hadn't hesitated to kill his father? He would definitely have to find out. He had asked Dumbledore why Voldemort had gone after them after the philosopher's stone ordeal and he had refused to answer. Well, maybe it was time to insist. 'Actually, that's wrong, he came for me, but I don't know why' he told her, noticing she looked shocked. 'Anyway, after he killed my parents he tried to kill me, but the killing curse rebounded on me and destroyed his body, supposedly because of my mom's love sacrifice. That's why I have this scar, and I'm famous in Britain' he said distastefully 'they call me the-boy-who-lived'.

'I see, I think I heard about your story years ago' Carmen replied gently 'but in the papers it said that Lord Voldemort died that night. What did you mean by 'destroyed his body'?

'His soul never died' Harry said glumly 'he was a spirit, he actually came back last month. He used a ritual with my blood and he got a body back. I don't know what he's up to now, no one has told me any news about Britain!' he said loudly. He noticed he was starting to shout and shut up, embarrassed, reminding himself that Carmen was a stranger. Why would she care about him not getting news of Voldemort? Her eyes were wide though, she didn't look like she didn't care.

'How did that happen?' she asked delicately 'did one of his followers kidnap you?'

'As good as, I can't believe I was so stupid!' replied Harry, getting angry again 'there was this tournament, against two other schools, and one of his followers, disguised as the professor, entered my name into it…' he told her the whole story, not being able to stop once he had started. Just like in Dumbledore's office the previous term, he felt slightly lighter the more he spoke, but this time his emotions were at an all-time high. Last month, he had been too shocked to feel anything when he told the story, but now all the anger at himself ran rampant, and he felt energy threatening to spill out of him, similar to when he had made Aunt Marge look like a balloon. He tried to keep it in, but was unsuccessful, and the table beside them started shaking.

'Harry, breathe' said Carmen gently ' don't keep your emotions in'.

Somehow, it helped, breathing and letting his voice become louder. He continued telling her how Cedric and he had taken the cup, how Peter had killed Cedric and how the ritual had been successful. He was shouting and shaking, but he didn't notice as he continued speaking. Eventually, the ball of energy inside him started becoming steadily smaller, and the table stopped shaking. When he finished the story he was exhausted.

'Harry, I assume this is why you came to see me, am I right?' she asked, and continued speaking once he nodded 'you went through something incredibly difficult, specially for someone your age with no parental support' she told him seriously 'I believe they should have sent you to counseling immediately, assuming that exists in your country'. Harry didn't know, so he shrugged, wondering vaguely about it. How did health care even work in the wizarding world? He knew a hospital called St. Mungo's existed, but he didn't know anything about it. He should find out more when he got back. He realized Carmen was still talking and tuned her in.

'It seems to me that you feel responsible for many things that you couldn't have helped' she stated, ignoring his protests 'I know there are some things that you feel you could have done better' she continued ' but what you need to understand is that you're not to blame for everything, as the adults responsible for you at school should have been looking out for your safety. It's not your fault that you're not a seer, and there is no way you could have known that taking the cup with Cedric would lead to anything else than a joint Hogwarts victory' she stated firmly 'It was your headmaster's responsibility to ensure the task didn't have unknown factors though, especially knowing there was a possible scheme that concerned you in the tournament'. Harry, just looked at her, taking in everything to analyze later. He did not have the energy to reply right now, talking about his experience again had been too tiring.

'I can help you sort through your feelings, and come to terms with what happened, and if you feel you need it, we can continue this once you go back to school. It also looks that you're prone to blaming yourself for everything, and we will work on fixing that too. Valuing yourself is important to living a balanced and happy life' she said looking straight at him, and Harry flinched. How was he supposed to not blame himself when his stupidity had caused most of his problems?

'I think it would be good for you to come twice a week' Carmen said 'do you agree with that?'

'I have a choice?' Harry asked, surprised.

'Of course you have a choice, it's your health we're talking about here…and your money' she added as an afterthought.

'Yes, I will' replied Harry thoughtfully. If nothing else, he felt better once he had told her his feelings, and he did feel she might be able to help him come to terms with it, and Antonia was right, needing help for seeing a classmate die was nothing to be ashamed of. No one in Spain would be writing about how the boy-who-lived needed psychological help and thinking he was supposed to be all-powerful, they didn't even know who he was. And contrary to what he had previously thought, it helped that Carmen was a stranger. He wasn't concerned about how she would judge him, and was reassured about the oath of silence she had as part of her job.

'Good' Carmen replied smiling slightly 'the hour is up, but I will see you on Thursday. I will give you an assignment for next session though, and I expect you to think hard and take it very seriously'. He gave her an expectant look and she continued 'I want you to think carefully of this year, and identify different situations where someone else should have done something to avoid what happened in the graveyard, and didn't. It's better if you ask for help from someone else so you can consider an outsider's point of view, at least in the parts you feel comfortable sharing. If you don't have anyone, or there are parts you don't wish to share, I will go over it with you on Thursday' said Carmen. That wasn't too bad, thought Harry, even though it forced him to think about the tournament in more detail. Maybe he could ask Antonia for help in some parts. He had told her a few true stories about his life once she had found out about his powers, and she had enjoyed hearing about magic. And he only needed to tell her what happened, not how he felt, so it wouldn't be too difficult.

'Yeah, I have someone who could help' Harry told her thoughtfully.

'Good' she said, smiling reassuringly 'see you Thursday then'. Harry said goodbye to her and asked the secretary about the payment. Apparently, he could arrange a periodical transfer through Gringotts, which was much easier than bringing five galleons every time, so he resolved to go to the bank next to arrange it. He thought it funny that all of wizarding Europe had the same currency, even though muggle Europe had different money in each country. He wondered what system was better, but he knew nothing about economics, so it was one of the mysteries that would have to stay as one. He had started wondering about a lot of things in the wizarding world that he had never bothered to find out about, so he resolved to make a list. Why was he so curious to the point where he ended up finding out about various plots at Hogwarts, but not enough to ask questions about the world he now lived in? Maybe Hermione had the right idea, reading 'Hogwarts, a History' and so many other books about everything. She seemed to know so much more than he did, though that wasn't surprising in the least.

'Hello, I'd like to program a transfer' he told the clerk once he was directed to an English-speaking one. He didn't know enough Spanish to do this, and this time Anto wasn't there to translate.

'Name, please' asked the teller pleasantly.

'Harry Potter, I'm a client of British Gringotts' he replied. The teller wrote in his computer and asked him for the details of the psychology office, which he gave monotonously.

'As this is a health issue, you can transfer the funds out of the family vault. Do you prefer to do this or to transfer it from the trust vault?' asked the teller. Harry blanched. Family vault and trust vault? Did that mean he had even more money than he thought? Why had he never known this?

'What do you mean? I thought I had only one vault' Harry replied hesitantly.

'According to your file, you have vault 687, a trust vault which refills at the end of every year to top 1000 galleons, which you have been able to use since you turned eleven. Vault 12, the main Potter family vault and vault 546, Lily Evans' vault, both of which you can only access once you turn seventeen. Nevertheless, you can use the main Potter family vault to pay for health issues, and appoint a new account manager for both vaults once you turn fifteen' said the teller, looking at him strangely. Why had no one told him this before? He had never thought he had even more money, as his trust vault was a lot fuller than the Weasleys. It was a strange discovery.

'Program the transfer from the family vault then, please' he told the teller, recovering quickly. It wasn't too important, as he couldn't access the vaults now, but he still wondered why he hadn't known. Who should have told him about this? And why was his family so rich? Ron had told him the Potters came from a long line of witches and wizards, but Harry had never imagined they were so wealthy. He would see to this account manager thing as soon as he got back to England, he decided, and he would get more information about his family.

He went back to the muggle world, his mind reeling. Between Carmen and Gringotts, today had been overwhelming. He could only hope he had no more surprises.

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Dumbledore paced around Grimmauld Place frustratedly, wondering what they could do about Harry's disappearance. Mrs. Figg had asked around the neighbourhood about the Dursleys' trip, but all she had heard were comments about how presumptuous the family was, always bragging about their newest trip, and they had said something about a popular beach, which admittedly narrowed it down. Kingsley had had the brilliant idea to check the muggle registry to find Vernon's relatives, but Marjorie Dursley was the only living one and they had found nothing at her house in NewCastle and she didn't have any other residence. They could not be with her somewhere else either, because they had seen her at her house. The members of the order were sick of searching for the Dursleys' car around the various beaches they knew about, and they were running out of options.

'There's two possibilities here' said Remus, and everyone turned to listen 'either Harry lied about being with Vernon's relatives, or he's staying abroad with Vernon's relatives, as only British people appear in the registry. Everyone looked incredulously at him. It was astoundingly simple, yet no one had thought about it. Dumbledore wondered if that was possible. If Harry was abroad, it would be much more convenient for his plan to keep him uninformed, and unnecessary to keep guard over him. Voldemort and his Death Eaters would never look for the teen abroad, especially if they didn't know he was missing and weren't concerned about where he was.

'If he's abroad, they must have travelled by plane' contributed Tonks, explaining what it was. 'They could have left their car at the airport in London, it's the nearest big city from where they can go abroad. If it's there, we can check that they definitely went to another country'.

'Ok, Hestia and Dedalus will do that tomorrow' said Dumbledore 'if that does not work, we'll keep searching'. If Harry was abroad, there was no need to know exactly where he was, as long as he knew when they returned. The less people informed about Harry's whereabouts, the better. Petunia knew that the wards needed at least three weeks to recharge, and she would surely ensure they would be back in time for that. There were still seven and a half weeks for summer to end, and they would not take such a long holiday. Yes, if they were abroad, the order would be able to stop looking for Harry. After all, the Dursleys had done the job of keeping him apart from the wizarding world.

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'Hey, how was the psychologist?' Antonia asked him that evening. She had gone to her gymnastics class while he attended the psychologist, and now looked a bit tired, but in good spirits.

'It was ok, but strange' he said truthfully 'it made me think about a lot of things I hadn't before, and made me realize that I need to find out a lot of things about my world'. He usually wouldn't have told this to someone he had met only twelve days ago, but he was in a thoughtful mood, and he trusted her anyway. He had always had that urge to be open with her, and as weird as it was, it was nice.

'Really? Like what?' she asked interestedly. Harry searched for what to say, and decided to go with the things he wanted to find out. As much as he trusted her, he didn't want to tell her he had just found out he was rich. He had already stood out too much for being the boy-who-lived, and he liked his newly found complete anonymity and normalcy.

'Like the lives of the goblins and how the hospital works. I don't know anything about it' he said or about the mad man who killed my parents he added to himself.

'It is quite strange that you don't know those things' Antonia mused, and she gave him a searching look, but didn't comment. It unnerved him. It made him feel like she saw right through him.

'Yeah, I probably won't find out until I get back and can go buy books about it, or ask someone' he commented 'But it would be nice to have a list ready of things to learn when I can'.

'Can't you order the books?' she asked curiously 'My mom does that in a lot of shops'. Harry mentally added that to the list of things he needed to find out.

'You know, I've never asked' he said 'I'll send a letter to the bookstore. It would be nice if I could do that, I could order all my books for next year instead of going to buy them… so what do you want to do tomorrow after the Spanish class?' he asked grinning.

'Do you want me to teach you how to bike?' she asked shyly. Harry turned to look at her in the eye, wondering how she had known he didn't know how to ride a bicycle, but then figured it was perfectly obvious. He had tried to hide it, not so subtly avoiding it like the plague every time she suggested it, but now there was nothing he could do.

'Yeah, I'd like that' he said with a defeated tone 'Was it too obvious?' he asked, smiling shyly.

'A bit' she said grinning 'I didn't know if you had fallen recently or if you had just never learnt'.

'Oh well' he said good-naturedly 'yeah, we should definitely do that. Can you help me with an assignment at some point? The psychologist said I had to do it for Thursday and that it's better if I do it with someone' he explained nervously. Why would she want to help him? He shouldn't be burdening her with his problems.

She smiled brightly, making him smile as well. 'Of course Harry, I'd love to' she replied. He felt warm inside, and looked into her eyes, the butterflies in his stomach flying a mile a minute.

'Thank you' he said simply, and he took her hand. He thought he would feel very uncomfortable and nervous, but it fit naturally in his.

'I'm going to bed now' she said yawning, but thankfully not pushing his hand away. She kissed his cheeks and went upstairs, leaving him blushing slightly and slightly disappointed at her absence.

He sighed, took out one of his new notebooks and pens and started writing the letter for Flourish and Blotts. Might as well start today. He penned letters to Ron, Hermione and Sirius telling them harmless information about the party on Saturday and his idea of learning how to bike (he was definitely not telling them about going to the psychologist), and asking them again what was going on. He hoped they gave him the much needed information this time. He knew he was insisting a lot, but really, what was so difficult about telling him what was going on?

'Can you take these letters, Hedwig?' he asked his owl 'This one is for Flourish and Blotts, this one for Sirius, this one for Ron and this one for Hermione' he told her showing her each one. Hedwig looked at him understandingly and hooted, while he tied them to her leg. She left flying through the open window and he watched her for a few seconds, before turning back to his notebook, and started his list of questions, thinking carefully about everything he had wondered since he got here.

1. Why do goblins work only in Gringotts in Britain? Do they have families? Where do they live when they are not working? How does goblin magic work? Do they have schools and hospitals?

2. Is the magic-electricity non-working thing universal? If it is, how do spanish wizards have TVs, computers and videogames? Why is the British wizarding world so old-fashioned compared to the spanish one?

3. How did the last war start? How long did it last for? How did Voldemort gain followers? Who were they? Why don't people associate him with Tom Riddle? What did he do after school and before he started the war?

4. Why did Voldemort come after me specifically? How did my parents know they had to go into hiding? Why did he kill my dad and offered to let my mom live? How does Dumbledore know that my mother's sacrifice is the reason I'm alive?

5. Why didn't Voldemort's soul die? What did he do to keep it alive? Does that mean he's immortal or is there a way to get rid of him?

7. Does the British wizarding world have psychologists? How does St. Mungo's work? What options are there for healthcare in the wizarding world?

8. Who was supposed to tell me about my vaults? Why didn't anyone do it? Why is my family so rich?

There, that was enough for now, though he had a feeling many more questions would come along. He resolved to find out everything he could about them. After all, his life would be much easier if he knew how his world worked. He had no idea why he had never thought of finding out all this information before, when it suddenly seemed so important for his survival. Why had he been so lazy and depended only on what people gave him? The sorting hat was completely wrong... he would have made a horrible Slytherin, 'resourceful' definitely wasn't one of his defining qualities. In any case, he would get better at it. It was time to take charge of his life.

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